《A Lucky Coin》


 Chapter 1

    "This is the room I live in now. It''s no more than eight square meters by visual inspection." Yan hang sat on the swivel chair, holding his mobile phone. He pointed his toes on the ground and turned the chair around.


    -It''s better than the original one, but it''s a bit messy. I haven''t cleaned it up for so many days.


    someone said on the screen.


    "Hibernation is not awake," Yan hang yawned, "too lazy to move."


    -Will you still see that child today?


    Someone asked again.


    "That kid I don''t know, "Yan hang looked sideways into the living room," go to the window and wait. "


    -I hope I won''t be bullied again today. I feel sorry for him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.


    This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


    Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn''t look at the screen or make any more noise.


    After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.


    Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let''s see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."


    After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?


    "It''s not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."


    The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.


    But today''s withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn''t do it.


    The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.


    He didn''t look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn''t exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.


    There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.


    When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.


    -No more?


    Someone on the screen asked.


    "No," said Yan hang, "mourning."


    With that, he didn''t look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.


    Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.


    The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.


    From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.


    Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.


    He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Do you love me?


    do you need me?


    do you want me?


    do you love me?


    he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.


    ¡°No¡£¡±


    Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father''s voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I''m back."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He was very sleepy.


    "Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"


    Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what''s the matter with Yan hang?"


    "Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I''ll let you die now."


    "Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.


    "Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor."


    "I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let''s go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it''s an English book and intensive reading I don''t understand. Can you see? "


    "Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.


    "My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."


    "I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.


    "Yes," Dad nodded, "I''ve been collecting, our heirloom."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.


    It''s only two days since he moved here. I don''t know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.


    "How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It''s a game that has been played for more than ten years.


    Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.


    Sometimes it''s The meat hurts.


    Like today.


    When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.


    It''s really an old community.


    But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.


    So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.


    "What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.


    "Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.


    "Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.


    It''s very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it''s not necessarily when I come out.


    "Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn''t?"


    "Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.


    "Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.


    "940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."


    "It doesn''t seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."


    "Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.


    "Go back?" Dad asked.


    "Noodles, please." Yan hang said.


    "Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don''t you think it''s an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"


    "Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.


    "Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."


    This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.


    "This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."


    "Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.


    When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."


    "Ah." Yan hang answered.


    "Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it''s a good place. Maybe I''ll stay longer."


    "No Yan hang replied quickly.


    "I don''t want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."


    "It''s two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn''t want to go to primary school."


    "Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I''ve been scolded by your teacher Lu."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.


    "Such a good child," she said, "I''m afraid I''ll be taught bad by your father in the future."


    Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.


    Yan hang didn''t ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn''t appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.


    I''ll come back anyway.


    I''m used to it.


    Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.


    He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.


    He doesn''t have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.


    Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad''s life is like a journey, and it''s all short distance.


    He can''t count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn''t even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.


    "I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."


    Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn''t have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.


    Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father''s arm.


    Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It''s no use lying on my back.


    So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.


    Now it''s almost three o''clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.


    The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.


    And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.


    Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.


    He likes running. It''s the best way for him to pass the time.


    He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.


    After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.


    After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.


    Plus the medicine, he didn''t get up until noon.


    It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.


    With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.


    Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.


    It''s almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.


    Will you fight back?


    To what extent will we fight back?


    Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.


    Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.


    Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.


    There are so many whys. He didn''t ask why for a long time.


    A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.


    He was pushed.


    From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It''s not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it''s like the high tide before a good play ends.


    The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.


    Maybe it''s just an unconscious action, but it''s really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.


    Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.


    Yan hang tut.


    It''s heavy.


    Then another boy kicked his leg.


    According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.


    Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.But it didn''t work. A few boys fought back.


    After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.


    But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang''s experience, they will not stop until he has a response.


    So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.


    A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.


    "It''s a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.


    -Brother Xiaotian, do you want to do it?


    - pay attention to safety, or let''s call the police.


    there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.


    "I don''t know," he said. "I can''t watch it. It''s too sad."


    After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist''s face for the first time in a few days.


    It''s not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.


    It was very calm.


    It''s so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can''t say whether it''s sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can''t find a suitable adjective.


    Half of the broken cup didn''t fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy''s finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist''s face again, Yan hang whistled.


    It''s very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang''s best is probably whistling.


    My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.


    The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.


    Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.


    The screen was very busy, but he didn''t have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.


    "Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.


    "From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."


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 Chapter 2

    The boy nearest to him was stunned at first, then burst into a burst of laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year.


    The boys behind him also laughed wildly.


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


    "What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


    The old lady''s make-up is about blind. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the seal hall. A shaking black line is pulled to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, she has to start from the right eyebrow peak and finish after a short shiver.


    This kind of strange surreal make-up made Yan hang unable to relax for a long time. No matter what, he couldn''t move his eyebrows.


    "What are you looking at! You''re the only one with eyes, aren''t you? " The old lady took two eyebrows of different lengths and yelled at him.


    Yan hang noticed that the little scum had already run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.


    Before he could recover from his shock and decide whether to go away or stay here, the old lady''s goal shifted again.


    She pointed to the protagonist standing on one side Jun: "you look at your little promising!"


    The protagonist didn''t look at her and didn''t say a word. She threw her schoolbag on her back and left.


    "Where are you going?" With a roar, the old lady went and grabbed his arm. "I''m talking to you. You didn''t hear me!"


    The protagonist is still silent, just back to break her hand.


    "Are you in trouble again?" The old lady''s voice is very loud all the time. There are many people coming and going at this time, and the people nearby are all interested in watching. However, compared with before, the old lady is totally indifferent to the crowd.Yan hang wanted to go away, but he thought that he had just claimed that he had covered the man, and now an old lady came out, and he ran away. It seemed that he couldn''t say it.


    Between hesitation can only continue to stand.


    "Waste! I''ll go to your teacher this afternoon! To your headmaster! Like what The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "see if I don''t scold them so much that they kneel down for me!"


    Yan hang changed his mind and decided to go away and cover it again tomorrow. It''s too painful to pestle here. He turned to take his mobile phone and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    When he was about to cross the street and go home, he took a look at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child''s face had disappeared, and his eyebrows were twisted.


    Yan hang walked quickly across the street and went home.


    However, after entering the room, he still stood at the window and looked across.


    The old lady should be the grandmother or grandmother of the protagonist, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows is not comparable to ordinary people.


    Five minutes later, the old lady could cross the street all the way to the house, and the sound finally disappeared.


    The protagonist is still standing in the same place, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.


    Yan hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.


    After landing, I remember that I can walk through the door.


    I was shocked by the old lady.


    Yan hang walked slowly across the street to the protagonist, stopped and took off his mask.


    Only now did he have a chance to look at the child carefully.


    One of the reasons why he was bullied is that he was not tall, but he was very good-looking, especially compared with the old lady just now.


    "To me?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist looked at him and made no sound.


    "What I just said counts," Yan hang pointed back to the building behind him. "I live on the first floor over there. You can come to me if you have something to do."


    The protagonist looked at him again, but still didn''t make a sound.


    This smile made Yan hang a little confused, with a smile in his dark eyes, just like everything had never happened before, or everything seemed not to affect him.


    It''s like his life was.


    "What''s your name?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist Jun looks at him and is still silent, as if he has lost his memory. When he thinks of "go to you, cover a fart" and is ready to turn around and leave, he opens his mouth with difficulty: "Chu, Chu First day of junior high school. "


    "What?" Yan hang Leng Leng, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe add a mental retardation, "I ask you what''s your name, who asked you what grade."


    "Junior, junior two." The protagonist said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also looked at Yan hang.


    After a long time of looking at each other, Yan hang finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand. Your name is junior one, and your name is junior two, right?"


    "Well." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.


    "Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." Junior one continued to nod.


    "And the old lady?" Yan hang asked again. He didn''t ask why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn''t need any reason.


    "I..." Junior one''s eyes darkened, and after a while he said softly, "grandma."


    "Oh," said Yan hang. After that, he felt there was nothing to say, so he waved, "OK, you go home. I''ll go to eat."


    "Your name is "Call," all go out can have ten meters, the first day of junior high school is still behind him, do not hurry to say, "call, call, call..."


    "Yan hang." Yan hang turns back to interrupt him.


    "Yan, Yan..." Junior high school nodded.


    "Hang, Yan hang." Yan hang said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    "Gone." Yan hang turned and walked along the road.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, Grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her 16-year-old dog in her arms.


    Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.


    "Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, my mother said without raising her head.


    "Well." Put down the schoolbag on the first day of junior high school.


    "Trash, there''s nothing in his eyes all day long. He doesn''t move if people don''t say it." Grandma said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. I went into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes.


    "What a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I''m going to be beaten again today! I said to go to school, but he didn''t let me! Rubbish


    "He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.


    "What''s the matter with me?" grandma stood at the kitchen door with her dog in her arms. "What''s the matter with me? Nobody dares to provoke me, you know?"


    "You watch TV!" Mom raised her voice, too.Chuyi stares at the dishes in his hand without saying a word. He quickly washes them and puts them on the desk. Then he goes out of the kitchen and enters the room.


    He doesn''t have his own room. This room is my grandfather''s bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth cabinet beside the wall.


    In fact, now he should go to the living room to do his homework. His desk is in the living room, but he is not willing to go there when grandma is there.


    "You don''t do your homework today!" Grandma called in the living room.


    On the first day of junior high school, without making a sound, he quietly went to the living room and sat down. He took out his book from his schoolbag and turned on the desk lamp. He quickly fell on the desk and began to do his homework.


    But his all-out performance failed to calm Grandma down.


    "Don''t think I can''t see it, white eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your father''s house, don''t you Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I''ll give you food and drink. I''ll rush to farm for others. White eyed wolf!"


    My grandfather didn''t have any land. He just planted some vegetables on the rooftop with flowerpots. The first day of junior high school liked the small vegetable garden very much and helped to water it every time. Grandma couldn''t stand it.


    But the white eyed wolf It should be right to say that he did kiss his grandparents. For grandma, he was a white eyed wolf.


    "Dinner Mom went out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.


    On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen and got up to set up the dining table. Then I took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After I served my mother and grandmother, I sat down and began to eat.


    "His father doesn''t come back?" Grandma asked.


    "Well, there''s something wrong with the team." Mom said.


    "A broken driver, I don''t know, thinks he is the Secretary of the prime minister''s office." Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth.


    "Eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.


    "After dinner, go and buy me a cigarette." Grandma pinched the cigarette off the table.


    He nodded, took the ashtray, pulled the cigarette ends and ashes into it, and rubbed the traces of cigarette ends on the table, but did not rub them off.


    Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrest of the sofa, but also all the flat areas in his home have the burn marks left by grandma when she pinched cigarettes.


    "Smoke less. If you die, you''ll smoke to death." Mom said.


    "Did it cost you money? I know you''ve lost your job and I have a pension myself! " Grandma said, grabbed her cloth bag, took a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of junior one, "take it, buy me cigarettes!"


    Junior one took the money and stood up.


    "I''ll go after that." Mom stopped him.


    "Eat, eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog.


    I sat down and continued to eat.


    "Today, er Ping and some of them want me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "irritating."


    "Where have you been?" Grandma asked.


    "Don''t they just go to some LV or something like that?" my mother tut said, "I''m so angry. If I say no, I''ll have to go."


    "Just because there are two stinky money at home! It''s like stepping on an electric switch all day long, "my grandmother said," sooner or later, it''s all gone! "


    The first day of junior high school, without raising his eyes, he buried his head in eating bitterly, thinking that he would finish eating quickly and go out.


    "Also said to buy a gift for the first day of junior high school, I said I would take it back, not let it, to give it personally," my mother said, "I don''t know what to think."


    "If you can''t give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people''s children," grandma said with a happy tone. "I see, she''s too fat to give birth."


    On the first day of the new year, I ate the rice in the bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up and took grandma''s 100 yuan and went out.


    It''s a bit cold outside, but he feels very comfortable and his breathing is much smoother.


    So every night after he finished his homework, he would come out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights on this side were broken, and the dark lights made him feel very safe.


    I came out a little early today. There were a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall and didn''t want to be seen.


    In the past, people could not avoid being seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when he walked into the store.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandmother?" The boss asked.


    "Well." Hand over the money on the first day of junior high school.


    The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette. He said, "your grandmother has been smoking for 20 years. She hasn''t smoked any other cigarettes."


    "Exclusive." Junior high school nodded.


    The boss put on the cigarette with a smile. He went out with the bag and continued to walk around the wall.


    All the way to the river.


    The river is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, no one will come. It''s too cold in winter, and the river smells sour in other seasons.


    About 20 times on the first day of junior high school, someone passes by.


    It''s a great place for him.


    He often comes here. He has a dedicated tree hole here that has been used for nearly ten years.


    Tree hole is a real tree hole.


    An old Sophora tree by the river has a hole in its trunk.From the beginning, I had to step on the root of the tree to get this hole. Now I need to bend down to buckle my face to the tree hole. Junior one said a lot of little secrets and little wishes to it.


    I''ve forgotten many little secrets, and none of my little wishes have come true.


    Probably because the river is sour.


    The first time he looked around, there was no one. He bent down, put his face in the tree hole and closed his eyes.


    Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, so it''s clean all the time. There''s no peculiar smell, and you can smell the smell of wood.


    "I don''t, I don''t want to go to school," the first day of junior high school said slowly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."


    He sighed, "my mother wants me to go to college."


    "If I can''t pass the exam, I''m sure I can''t," he said gently on the bark. "I just, just I don''t want to read. "


    This kind of unresponsive talk, every time on the first day of junior high school, you have to talk for at least a few minutes, and then you will feel a lot more relaxed.


    It''s the same today. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.


    The stretch was only half done, and he held his arm up and froze.


    There was a man standing next to him.


    Wearing sportswear and running shoes, wearing masks.


    It''s the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him later.


    Yan hang.


    "You..." Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school. For a moment, he didn''t know what to say. He was shocked when he saw a puckering man growing on the tree in the middle of the run, but he was still the first day of junior high school.


    "Put down your arms first," said Yan hang. "I don''t have a knife, either."


    Junior one put down his arm.


    "You..." Yan Hang still didn''t know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn''t help laughing at the impression on his face.


    At last, he went to the tree trunk, looked at it and found that it was a big hole.


    "Did you dig it?" Yan hang turned his head and asked junior one, "it''s so suitable for your face."


    "No," the first day of junior high school replied, "I''m big, big, and many faces."


    "The average hole is right." Yan hang said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "do you have many secrets here?"


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 Chapter 3

    "No The first day of junior high school.


    When a secret is discovered, it is no secret.


    Yan hang saw the tree cave. The secret in the tree cave is not a secret.


    Although he didn''t remember what secrets were in it.


    It''s nothing more than ordinary trifles, just like he is in other people''s eyes.


    "Do you want to speak out?" Yan hang propped up the tree trunk and looked into the cave.


    The first day of junior high school was not happy that Yan hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree cave, but he still nodded: "I made a noise."


    Yan hang shouldn''t care about his broken tree hole. Maybe he won''t be interested in playing once. If he has a bad brain, he will come here to talk about it.


    "I''m so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.


    The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.


    But junior one didn''t laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn''t want to make anyone unhappy.


    Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.


    This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.


    He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?


    He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn''t notice.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."


    "Oh." Chuichi smiles.


    "Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.


    "You''re quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I don''t know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes."


    "Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what''s the speed


    "Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and stared at him.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say anything. Yan Hang''s fighting power was very strong. He didn''t have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan hang probably couldn''t understand the speed of escape.


    "You save my phone, add a friend," Yan hang thought, took out his mobile phone, "if you have something, you can find me."


    He didn''t make a sound on the first day of junior high school. He thought Yan hang was a little strange.


    In his memory, it seems that he never met someone who would treat himself so It doesn''t seem to be to further humiliate his strangers.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang looked at him, "no cell phone?"


    "Yes." Junior one hesitated.


    "Have you been bullied out of the shadow?" Yan hang narrowed his eyes impatiently. "I want to rob your mobile phone. Do you still need to ask you to take it out? I can''t even take your mobile phone, your clothes and your cigarette for three minutes. "


    Yan Hang''s attitude made him a little nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone.


    "I''ll sweep you." Yan hang nodded a few times on his mobile phone.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I pressed my cell phone.


    Then they both looked at the dark screen of the mobile phone in silence.


    Five seconds later, Yan hang couldn''t help saying, "I don''t usually ask people like this..."


    Are you mentally handicapped?


    "Wait." First day, I rubbed my nose.


    "What are you waiting for?" Yan hang said, "wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"


    "Well," Chuichi nodded solemnly. Just as Yan hang wanted to turn around and walk away, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "lit up."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Do you use your own ideas? " Yan hang asked.


    "Cow, cow force?" Junior one looked up at him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    The first point is the wechat icon on the desktop.


    Yan hang put his mobile phone together to prepare to scan, but he got into the waiting.


    Five seconds later, the wechat interface was displayed, and then ten seconds later, Yan hang took back the mobile phone he was ready to scan, holding his arm and looking at the mobile phone he was communicating with on the first day of junior high school.


    The picture has changed. The first time I poked it, then I waited, and finally I pointed out the QR code.


    Yan hang sighed and swept his locked mobile phone: "it''s time to change it."


    "Also, it can be used," Chuyi smiles and looks at the mobile phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."


    "Heaven." Yan hang helped him finish.


    "That sounds good." Junior one said.


    Yan hang took a look at the nickname of the first day of junior high school, which was a simple "1". He couldn''t see it if he didn''t pay attention. He wanted to compliment politely, but he didn''t know where to start.


    "Let''s run for our lives. Let''s see what the speed is." Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket."I''ll go back, home." Junior one said, shaking the bag in his hand.


    This proposal sounds like what he just said to the tree cave should be the voice of his heart. Yan Hang is probably very boring.


    Yan hang looked at the bag and said, "am I right? Little kids still smoke. Buy one. "


    "Running errands." Junior one said.


    "For your grandmother?" Yan hang asked. Thinking about it, he gave a thumbs up, "your grandmother has a lot of character."


    Junior one didn''t speak, not very happy.


    "You go back," Yan hang waved, "I ran for my life."


    On the first day of junior high school, he turned around with a bag and walked no more than two steps. Yan Hang''s voice came back: "is there many people running on this road?"


    The first day of junior high school: "no one."


    "Why, the environment is not so good..." Yan hang ran to his side and turned his head to talk. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head. Maybe he stepped on the pit and staggered for two steps


    "Because," junior one looked at him, "he would fall."


    Because there are no lights, the river is still rancid, the road is still rotten, and the legend is still haunted.


    There are many reasons, but junior one can''t express as freely as he thought. He usually chooses short words.


    "Come on, let''s go." Yan hang estimated that he was very depressed, moving his ankles and running forward.


    On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and walked slowly along the wall. When I got downstairs, a car honked its horn behind me.


    Although he felt that his position could not be still in the way, he still gave way to the side and pushed his shoulder against the wall.


    "Dog!" He was called by a nickname.


    On the first day of junior high school, I turned my head and saw a white car behind me. The window of the copilot was put down and there was a round smiling face inside.


    "Auntie." He went over.


    Little aunt is er Ping, not his own aunt, but his cousin. Grandma is little aunt''s own aunt.


    However, the relationship between the two families has not been good. Grandma and aunt quarrel when they meet. Little aunt and mother fight from childhood to adulthood, but junior one likes her very much.


    "Just wanted to call you out," my aunt got out of the car, "where have you been?"


    Chuyi shook the bag in his hand.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandma again?" My aunt said.


    I nodded at first.


    "Come on, get in the car." My aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school, I got into the car and said hello to my uncle.


    "Is the dog growing? It''s higher than the Spring Festival, isn''t it My little uncle said.


    "Hallucination, hallucination." Junior one said.


    "It''s a little higher. It''s the third day of the next semester, and the little boys are all scurrying now." my aunt also got on the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "here, my aunt gave it to you."


    The first day of junior high school is a mobile phone without opening it.


    During the Spring Festival, my aunt said that she would give him a mobile phone. For this, my mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the lunar new year. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt felt that my mother had something wrong with her.


    "Take it," said the little aunt. "If your mother asks, she says I gave it. She''s going to smash it. You tell me, I''ll buy you another one."


    "Thank you, auntie." Junior one said.


    "You''re welcome. My aunt just wants you to be like other children," she looked at him and sighed, "evil."


    As soon as I looked out of the window of the car, my aunt always talked with him for a while. But today, because he came out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree cave and talked with Yan hang for a while. It''s a lot longer than the normal time. He''s afraid that if he doesn''t go back, grandma will get angry.


    But the little aunt just came, if he said he wanted to leave, he was afraid that the little aunt would not be happy.


    This kind of tangle makes him very helpless, low head is picking gently on mobile phone box.


    "Go back," my aunt said, "just come out and buy a cigarette. If you go back late, your grandmother should be crazy again."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the garbage can and removed the mobile phone box, took out the mobile phone and accessories, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, threw away the box, and then entered the corridor.


    As soon as the door opened, grandma''s voice burst out from the crack of the door: "the old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"


    "No, not necessarily." Junior one whispered.


    "What are you talking about?" Grandma came with the dog in her arms.


    "No The first day of junior high school, he raised his hand to protect his head, and handed the bag with the other hand.


    Grandma took the cigarette, turned around and walked two steps, then turned back: "where''s the money back! You want to swallow my money, don''t you


    Junior one pointed to the bag: "inside."


    Grandma was worried about smoking, so she didn''t scold him any more. She threw the dog on the ground and walked away.


    The dog was an old dog. She threw it on the ground and rolled to the wall without stopping.


    The first day of junior high school, I picked it up and put it back into its own nest. Then I pinched its paws."Pour a glass of water." Mom said something behind her.


    As soon as I got up, I washed my hands and poured a glass of water for my mother.


    "Do your homework," my mother gave him a squint, "midterm exam to test a 20 points back, I''ll mount the wall for you."


    On the first day of junior high school, he sat down at his desk and turned on the desk lamp.


    I was relieved.


    Although he doesn''t like to go to school and do his homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that completely belongs to him.


    As soon as the light came on, all the unhappiness, nervousness and fear disappeared.


    There is no rule about when he should go to bed at home. He usually goes to bed after his grandmother and grandfather have finished snoring.


    Today, my grandfather went to live in his aunt''s house, so my grandmother''s snoring was a little thin, and she didn''t have the usual momentum.


    Junior one took out the mobile phone, aunt hand is very generous, but this mobile phone he did not dare to use.


    As long as he dares to take it out, mom can see it at a glance.


    Mom sees people and looks at her mobile phone first. By the way, is it apple?


    In my mother''s opinion, only apple can be regarded as a mobile phone. Pears, bananas and sugarcane are rubbish.


    Junior one took out his mobile phone, picked out the mobile phone card and installed it in the new mobile phone.


    When he turned on the phone, he suddenly thought of something. He jumped up, covered his cell phone in his stomach and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he found that there was no music on.


    Although not very used to, but this mobile phone is very easy to use, first day squatting in the toilet, holding the mobile phone.


    The previous mobile phone was eliminated by Dad. It had been used for three years before it was eliminated, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He tried to provide the mobile phone like his ancestors, but still could not stop it from entering the stage of mind communication.


    Squatting a little tired, first day sat on the ground, tossed for a long time to open the wechat.


    The speed is swishing.


    He looked at the circle of friends, the latest several are sent by students, he never participated in the discussion, it is estimated that his classmates have not remembered his friends and he.


    Usually, he seldom looks at his circle of friends, but today he keeps turning down. Maybe his mobile phone is too quick to stop.


    I also saw a circle of friends sent by my mother in the afternoon.


    A few pictures, all of them are bags. You can see that they were taken on the display shelf in the store. They are also very clear. Even his local goods can recognize Lv.


    One more sentence.


    -Guess how much these bags cost?


    The first day of junior high school sighed. This circle of friends must be divided into groups, at least blocking her two Ping family.


    But it still embarrassed him.


    So he quickly turned down.


    The day of torture.


    He stopped, and then he reacted. It''s not that the mobile phone reacts too fast to keep turning down.


    -Time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.


    in his circle of friends, Yan Hang''s content is almost like crossing from another world.


    He ordered into Yan Hang''s photo album.


    The frequency of Yan Hangfa''s circle of friends is about once a day, but he only sees the second one.


    -My solid pervades the sky when the night falls.


    Then he stepped back and took his cell phone.


    Yan Hang''s circle of friends is all English, not a single Chinese word.


    Very advanced.


    It''s much more advanced than those people like Li Zihao.


    After playing with a mobile phone, junior one changed the phone card back to his old one and hid the new one in the drawer of his desk.


    Yan hang ran along the road by the river and turned from a small horizontal alley.


    Before there was no street lamp, it was OK to step on the pit while running. It was easy to have a lamp. He saw a piece of garbage near the river bank that could soon complete the task of land reclamation.


    I probably know why no one has come here to run. After two months, it''s hot, and it''s not sure what it''s like.


    Junior one actually picked a tree hole in such a place, which is quite creative.


    For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.


    After running out of the alley, he lost his way.


    Standing on a small street he had never seen in so many days since he moved here, fortunately, he didn''t run much for a while. Even if he lost his way, it would not be too far from where he lived.


    He took out his cell phone, turned on the navigation and looked at the map.


    I found my way back at a glance.


    It''s hard for him to get lost when he was five years old and he could read maps and go to strange cities, towns and even villages with his father.Maybe that''s why.


    Most of the time, before he has a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment, he leaves again. After a long time, he will not be familiar with the new environment.


    Anyway, I will leave. If I get lost, I will get lost. If I forget, I will not remember.


    When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be dad.


    However, he habitually and cautiously opened the door and asked, "Lao Yan?"


    "MEDA." Dad''s voice came from the door.


    Yan hang pushed the door open and his father was sitting on the sofa watching TV.


    "Have you eaten yet?" He asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol. "Hurt?"


    "Well," Dad raised his arm, "I didn''t eat. How about some food? Beef chops or something


    The arm can still move, that is, the injury is not serious.


    "How dare you," Yan hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "or I''ll return the 154 card to you, and you can order it."


    "That little piece of silver is enough." Dad stretched and fell on the sofa.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang said, "I bought some spaghetti to make you a pasta with beef steak?"


    "OK," my father nodded, "our prince''s skill is to make boiled water fragrant. After all, he is the future chef who wants to enter the western food industry."


    "Sounds like a curse." Yan hang took the materials into the kitchen.


    Yan Hang''s craftsmanship is really good, which he knows very well without saying.


    Dad said that we should be brave to face our own advantages. The real advantages don''t need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of ourselves.


    Yan hang turned on the gas stove and began to make pasta.


    Dad said a lot of things, just like a psycho, but he remembered everything he needed to remember.


    Very obedient prince.


    Yan hang sighed softly.


    The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen. It might be difficult for him to change the kitchen utensils. However, Yan hang didn''t have this kind of distress. He was always using the utensils that were not easy. There was no comparison at all.


    Back in the living room, dad was asleep on the sofa.


    He went over with his good face, hesitated for a moment, put his hand to Dad''s ear and snapped his fingers.


    Pop!


    Then he stepped back quickly.


    But still slow, dad did not open his eyes, a hand to grasp his wrist, did not wait for him to break free, has been a twist a pressure.


    Sour, painful and numb feeling suddenly ran to the shoulder, he can only follow down, in order to protect the hands of the face, had to kneel on one knee and yelled: "I!"


    Dad opened his eyes, released his hand, and picked a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I want to attack your father secretly, but it''s still tender, little hanghang."


    "Eat quickly." Yan hang put the noodles on the tea table and kneaded his arms to sit beside him.


    Dad got up, took the plate, smelled it, and ate it slowly. The expression on his face was very enjoyable.


    Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked down. He opened wechat, a lot of news. He didn''t want to read it, so he directly ordered the picture of junior one.


    The head portrait of junior one is as simple as his nickname. It''s a "1" with black characters on a white background.


    After entering the album, Yan hang was silent again.


    All the words of the child probably came out when he put his face on the hole in the tree.


    There are no photos, no words in the circle of friends.


    Only one small expression, and only one at a time.


    A row down, a string of small expressions slide.


    It seems to be lonely with care.


    "By the way, you may stay a little longer this time. If you want to work," Dad took a card like thing out of his pocket and threw it at him, "use this."


    Yan hang didn''t even have time to look away from the mobile phone screen, so he reached out to catch the card in Yu Guangli.


    It''s an ID card.


    Every time they stay in a place for a long time, Yan hang will go to work, and his father will give him a fake certificate, and he will get one himself.


    I don''t know if it''s for freshness. Every time I use a different name.


    This time, too, Yan hang looked at the card in his hand.


    It''s his picture. That''s right.


    Name: Yan Jidao???


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 Chapter 4

    "You didn''t wake up when you went to work on it, did you?" Yan hang looked at his father, "what''s the matter with Yan? How can I use it when I take it out? Why don''t you write about the Northern Song Dynasty? Or you might as well print two more words on it. "


    "What word?" Dad asked while eating with great interest.


    "False evidence." Yan hang said.


    Dad finished his last mouthful of noodles while laughing, leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time: "we prince, after all, we were primary school students..."


    "I''ll see what you have." Yan hang stretched out his hand.


    "My what?" Dad asked.


    "Your ID card, every time you do two, you must have done it," Yan hang put down his mobile phone and walked up to him, "take it out and I''ll have a look."


    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


    On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.


    A few low laughs came from behind.


    It should be a pushpin. He''s very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn''t look back at the first day of junior high school, and he didn''t touch the chair and his back. He just fell on the table.


    There is no reaction at this time, any reaction that can attract their attention will make things continue.It''s best if you can be invisible.


    This little wish, he said to tree hole, has not obtained this ability for many years.


    When the class bell rang, the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed to the door. Now they were hungry. Most of them were in a hurry to go home or eat at the door.


    When several people passed by him, they patted him on the head. On the first day of junior high school, they ignored him, put the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.


    Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.


    Sure enough, a pushpin was stuck there by tape.


    At the beginning of the new year, I picked out a thumbtack and pressed it on the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nail, I threw it into the drawer.


    When I got out of the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher''s office, the road was blocked.


    "Where''s your boss?" Li Zihao asked.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound, didn''t look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.


    "Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao''s good friends blocked his way back.


    He sighed and stood still.


    "Come on, let''s go home together." Li Zihao pushed him to the school gate.


    Although the first day of junior high school is not very willing, but they are still a few people all the way to the school gate.


    He didn''t care much about what would happen next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store and buy a notebook.


    It seems that there is no chance.


    "Aren''t you arrogant?" After Li Zihao left the school, he gave him a push.


    Junior one wants to say that I''m not arrogant. When did I become arrogant? Isn''t Yan hang arrogant Li Zihao is really not a boss. He can''t even find the right target.


    Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "your boss didn''t mean to cover..."


    Before he finished, he was interrupted by a whistle from the front.


    This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan hang, the first day of junior high school has never heard anyone around him who can whistle so cleanly.


    Li Zihao was about the same as him. When he heard the whistle, he stopped.


    The first day of junior high school, I raised my eyes and looked forward. There was a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.


    Sports pants, masks, elbows in the legs, are leaning to look this way, holding a mobile phone is facing this side.


    "Damn it." Li Zihao expressed his depression in one word.


    The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant. He didn''t know whether Yan hang was here to "cover him up" or just shoot a video or broadcast it directly.


    After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued.".


    Just like this, until Yan hang put his mobile phone back in his pocket and gently tilted his head towards him, he bowed his head and walked quickly.


    Yan hang jumped down from the railing, didn''t say anything, turned around and went straight ahead.


    Junior one bowed his head behind him.


    When he got to the intersection, Yan hang thought about taking junior one to the noodle shop he went to with his father that day to have something to eat. Junior one behind him said, "here, here."


    "Well?" Yan hang looks back at him.


    "I''ll go this way," Chuyi pointed to the right side of the road, opposite to his way home. "Thank you."


    Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan hang couldn''t understand what the first day of junior high school said. He pointed to himself: "you go there, what about me?"


    "Go home." Junior one said.


    Yan hang glared at him and said after several seconds, "do you believe I''ll smoke you now?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    ¡°¡­¡­ What are you doing over there? " Yan hang asked.


    "Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of junior high school.


    "Pen and notebook?" Yan hang Leng Leng, almost speechless, after a while he just waved, "let''s go, I''ll go with you."


    "Notes, Ben." The first day of junior high school.


    "Ah Yan hang looked up and yelled, then sighed, "I know, it''s a notebook, there''s no pen."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    Every time he went to a new place, Yan hang would be bored for a few days. He didn''t know what to do to pass the time.


    However, he would meddle in the business of the first day of junior high school, and would specially come to wait for the first day of junior high school to finish school. He would endure the occasional irritability of the first day of junior high school, not all because of boredom.


    Dad always hoped that he could "contact" more people. Every time he worked, he would be able to contact a lot of people as an answer. In fact, he knew why dad said that.


    He has no friends.


    However, he didn''t seem to have the conditions to make friends for the internal reasons. Dad knew that, so he just talked about it every time, and then he didn''t talk about it any more.


    The first year of junior high school is the most interesting one among the few people he has met in the past two years, except for his colleagues and landlords.


    Junior one took him to a small stationery shop, stopped to see him: "here.""Well," Yan hang nodded, "I''ll wait for you outside. You''ll treat me to dinner later."


    "I have no money." Junior one said.


    "Ten yuan is enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school answered and turned to enter the shop.


    Yan hang looked at the shop. There was a stool beside the cash register. He carried the stool out and sat at the door to see the scenery.


    The boss poked his head out of the shop and looked at him. He looked at the boss and said, "hmm?"


    The boss didn''t speak and went back to the store.


    Stationery shop for people who have difficulty in choosing should be regarded as hell. I don''t know if there is such a disease in grade one, but I have to choose for a while.


    Yan hang took out his mobile phone to see the news. As soon as he lit up the screen, a figure stood next to him.


    He looked up and saw that it was the first day of junior high school. He was holding the notebook he had bought.


    "So fast?" Yan hang Leng Leng, "you are not without the choice of difficult disease, you are simply blind, right? If you go in and touch it, you''ll get it. "


    "Why don''t you," Chuichi looked at him, "sit down, sit down for a while."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Are you always bullied because you don''t have a good mouth? " Yan hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, said thank you to the boss, and then came out to rush to the first day of junior high school and said, "let''s go and eat."


    Junior one did not make a sound, continue to follow him.


    Yan hang said that let the first day of junior high school treat, that is to say, he is going to find a place to eat. If the first day of junior high school is willing, he will eat together.


    All the way back in silence, to the door of the beef noodle shop, the first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of ten yuan in his pocket and handed it over: "here you are."


    "What for?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "You eat noodles." Junior one said.


    "You see?" Yan hang asked.


    "Go home." Junior one said calmly.


    Yan hang looked at him for a long time and then asked, "are you from the earth?"


    "Fire, Mars," Chuichi said with a smile, "big I''m afraid


    Yan hang had no temper, took the money in his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the shop: "ten yuan is not enough."


    "Plain, ten, ten." The first time I saw it, I said it without looking at it.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I can''t live without meat. " Yan hang said.


    The first time I thought about it, I waved to him: "come on."


    Yan hang followed him, walked out of the street, turned into an alley, and couldn''t help asking, "where are you going?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and then walked forward for a while. He raised his hand and pointed to a small shop beside him: "look."


    Yan hang turned around.


    It''s also a beef noodle shop. It''s a little bit shabby and much smaller than the previous one. The cashier''s desk is all at the door, and it says 10 yuan for beef noodle.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll fuck you. " Yan hang was completely speechless.


    "Meaning, meaning or not, outside?" The first day of junior high school said, "don''t be surprised..."


    "Shut up." Yan hang said.


    When junior one is going to buy beef noodles, Yan hang reaches for his arm and says, "junior one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks back at him.


    "I''m kidding," said Yan hang. "I''m kidding. I''m kidding. I''m kidding."


    "Ah?" The calm expression of the first day of junior high school has changed, and the tone is full of sudden realization, "Oh..."


    "You go back." Yan hang leaned back to a tree, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and put one in his mouth.


    I raised my eyes and found that junior one was still looking at him.


    "What are you looking at?" said Yan hang. "I''m scared."


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "Thank you. Thank you twice." Yan hang lights his cigarette.


    "No, no more, no more," Chuichi whispered. "School."


    Yan hang glanced at him.


    "Another year and a half," the first day of junior high school said, "you go every day, every day, don''t you?"


    Yan hang suddenly didn''t know what to say.


    Chuyi smiles and turns around.


    Yan hang leaned under the tree to finish smoking before he patted his clothes and walked back slowly.


    The first day of junior high school made him feel bad.


    When I got home, my father was making dumplings.


    "Come on, how did you make that kind of goldfish dumpling last time?" Dad said.


    Yan hang washed his hands, sat down at the tea table, took a dumpling skin, made a goldfish dumpling and put it in front of his father.


    "What? Have you not gone out to be a messenger of justice? " Dad looked at him. "Failed?"


    "Ah," Yan hang answered with a smile, "yes."


    Dad did not speak, took a piece of dumpling skin to learn him to wrap the goldfish slowly.


    "Lao Yan," Yan hang leaned back on his chair and looked at him. He touched his pocket and forgot to return the ten yuan he had given to junior one. "Have you ever seen someone who can accept his life with special ease and is not affected at all?""You." Dad said.


    "I''m not calm," Yan said. "I just look indifferent."


    "How do you know if someone else is not," he said with a smile, "who really has no idea."


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    "Did you look for a job this morning?" Dad asked.


    "Yes, take Yan Jidao''s ID card." Yan hang said.


    "How''s it going?" Dad asked with a smile.


    "I''ll go to work tomorrow," said Yan hang. "It''s very close. It''s a coffee shop next to 846."


    "How did you say it was so smooth?" Dad asked.


    "That''s it. I asked if you could recruit people. People said what you could do. I said I could do all the food you eat here." Yan hang said.


    "Very good, what we want is this shameless bravado," Dad nodded, "and then?"


    "Let me make cheesecake, and I''ll do it," said Yan hang. "Then the boss asked me if I want to go to the kitchen?"


    "You say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After a short silence, he was happy with his father and giggled for a long time.


    "You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said while he was happy.


    "I''m only 17 years old," Yan hang said, putting his legs on the tea table. "It''s just a forced act."


    Dad kicked his leg off the tea table.


    "Age." Yan hang said.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, my grandparents and my mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother''s face was very gloomy.


    In his memory, his mother hardly ever laughed. Most of the time, she kept a downward expression on the corner of her mouth. With the growth of age, when the law lines were connected with the corners of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.


    "There are dumplings in the fridge. Go and cook them." Seeing him come in, mom said.


    "Well." On the first day of junior high school, I put down my notebook and put a pile of shoes on the shoe rack. Then I went into the kitchen.


    "There''s no water station at all?" Asked my grandfather.


    "It''s the news this month, but now it''s all gone," my mother said. "What else can I do?"


    Junior one in the kitchen while boiling water to prepare dumplings, while listening to the living room.


    My mother has been working in a water station. Last month, the water station said that business was bad. After half a month''s holiday, my mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. Now it should be yellow.


    "Er Ping said that she would introduce her job to you. Did she?" Grandma asked.


    "Let me go to their kindergarten to be a nurse," my mother said in an angry tone, "don''t you mean to annoy me! Is there anyone who does this? "


    "She''s a teacher and you''re a nurse?" "What the hell!" he cried


    "She didn''t say they were recruiting kindergarten teachers before! How come it''s a conservation job for my family! " Grandma was very dissatisfied with the voice, "clearly bullying people ah!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I closed the door of the kitchen and stood by the stove, watching a pot of water.


    When the water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.


    If you remember correctly, he went to the opposite supermarket to buy it, at least three months ago.


    He looked in the fridge and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said these two bags.


    He had to take these two bags of dumplings apart and have a look. The dumplings have been glued together.


    He hesitated to open the kitchen door and poked out his head: "dumplings are very good, for a long time."


    "How long can it last! It''s not bad, "my mother frowned." it''s ok if you can eat. Which childe are you so particular about? You should go to your aunt''s house. "


    The first day of junior high school, without making a sound, returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.


    When the water was boiling, he took out his mobile phone and exchanged ideas with it for a long time. He made an expression in his circle of friends.


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 Chapter 5

    Yan hangting likes to work in a coffee shop. The environment is good, there are not many guests, and he works late. After getting up in the morning, he can make an early breakfast for himself and go out after eating.


    Today, dad was at home. He made two portions of breakfast.


    "What''s breakfast?" Dad got up earlier than him. He had already gone out and came back.


    "Prawns and eggs." Yan hang takes the plate to him.


    "I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up the fork to poke open the egg skin, and then looked at him, "prawns?"


    "Shrimp, diced egg and rice." Yan hang corrected his statement again.


    ¡°¡­¡­ How can you prove that it''s a prawn when it''s all diced Dad''s not happy.


    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


    "Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.


    If he didn''t have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.


    Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.


    It''s OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can''t.


    He''s going to walk away in a hurry.


    That''s how you see money as Baba.


    I''ve been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn''t save money, so he doesn''t have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.


    His way of making money is to work. He doesn''t know the way his father makes money.


    I''m not willing to find out.


    "Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.


    "Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.


    As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".


    Yan hang looks at her.


    "Don''t do it. Don''t do it. My cell phone There''s no electricity Said the little girl.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything


    "I don''t have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.


    He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.


    After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."


    The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee.


    "Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.


    "What?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.


    "I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.


    "Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."


    Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.


    "I''ll pay attention next time." He said.


    "Don''t pay attention, it''s very good," said boss Li. "It''s good to sell one more cup of coffee. It''s good to have the spirit of making every penny."


    "Ah." Yan hang nodded.


    Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn''t know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.


    He hasn''t been working this year. He''s not used to standing for such a long time. He won''t be tired after running for two hours. It''s tiring to stand for several hours.


    As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.


    Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.


    This state, he will generally use running to adjust.


    Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it''s very comfortable.


    But it''s not easy to run at this time. It''s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It''s probably just the road by the river that''s full of holes.


    The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.


    No running, no running.


    When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn''t decide whether to run here or not.


    The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".


    After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.


    However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.


    Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.


    And it looks like it''s bending over to find something.


    Treasure hunter?


    Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.


    A second later he froze.


    The treasure hunter is junior one.


    Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn''t plan to have any more contact with the child.


    I didn''t expect it would be like this again.


    He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.


    After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.


    He couldn''t see it any more. He didn''t feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.


    "Ah He called to the bottom.


    There was no response on the first day of junior high school.


    Stuttering is hard to hear.


    Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.


    The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.


    "What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "Come up!" Yan hang called.


    Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.


    At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.


    "Damn it," Yan hang couldn''t bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not


    The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?"


    "East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.


    "You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.


    The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It''s not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it''s not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high school


    Yan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road.


    "You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.


    "Yes, I did." Junior one said.


    "What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.


    "Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.


    Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn''t wait until the first day of junior high school.


    He had to add: "notebook ah?"


    "Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.


    "Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.


    Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?


    But


    "You''re just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.


    "Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.


    "Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.


    "Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.


    "Oh." He answered.


    The two fell into silence.


    Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t speak.


    "Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.


    Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.


    Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.


    "Here you are." He handed over the tissue.


    The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.


    "Don''t you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.


    "I''ve never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.


    Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    "Well?" First day of junior high school.


    "Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."


    "Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.


    "I''m stuttering." Junior one said.


    "Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.


    The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."


    Fart.


    Yan hang glanced at him and didn''t ask any more.


    Although it''s not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can''t find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.


    But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.


    But Yan hang didn''t want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn''t have more than five words.


    It''s an exception when you''re talking.


    ¡­¡­ Yan hang couldn''t help but stare at him again.


    It''s amazing.


    After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.


    Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.


    The gold-plated frame can''t hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.


    He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.


    Today, it was still dawn. He didn''t twist his foot and saw the road clearly.


    Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can''t find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t find it.


    By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.


    One dish, one soup.


    Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.


    "See, it''s called prawn. I''m moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"


    Yan hang nodded, very moved.


    My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can''t remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.


    Today, Dad''s mood doesn''t seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn''t say a word. He just drinks with his head down.


    Yan hang was silent.


    It wasn''t until the TV news said today''s date that he regained his mind.


    He didn''t remember the date when he went out in the morning.


    On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.


    He didn''t ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.


    These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.


    He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.


    I''ve already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.


    "No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.


    "I''ll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.


    "I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don''t do it. The prawns will die."


    Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.


    When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.


    Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.


    As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.


    Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"


    Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.


    There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn''t know anything.


    Yan hang didn''t know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.


    Scum one and two.


    At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.


    He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.


    No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.


    When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.


    Rubbish! I think I can''t fight and run!


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 Chapter 6

    On the first day of that day, Yan hang said that he would run that road at a speed of about five minutes, and he wanted to say, do you know what kind of speed I run for my life?


    Of course, he didn''t escape. His Max should be called "catch up and smoke you".


    If he turns on this gear, it will take him less than five minutes to run on the riverside road if he doesn''t step on the pit and fall down.


    Just looking at the starting posture of shayazi No.1 scurrying down the road to the side alley, Yan hang knew that he would catch up with him in 30 seconds.


    As soon as No.1 ran into the Hutong, Yan hang had caught up with him.


    The prince in the wind.


    However, No. 1 was very involved in running, and he didn''t look back, and didn''t find that Yan hang was behind him.


    Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


    "Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"


    He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.


    "What the hell are you doing?" One roared.


    "Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don''t you usually play like this?"


    "When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face.


    "You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang''s face slowly disappeared.


    "If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What''s the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."


    At his request, Yan hang slapped him in the face and knocked out half of what he had said.


    "I don''t stand up for anyone. At first, it''s a fart. Can I stand up for him?" Yan hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you that if I beat you, it''s fitness. Do you understand? When you see me, don''t give me a damn and walk around. "


    Number one stares at him and doesn''t respond.


    "Do you understand?" Yan hang went up to the tip of his nose and roared.


    No. 1 didn''t expect that he would be like this. He was so surprised that his pupils suddenly shrank.


    "Let''s go," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and put his hands in his pocket. "Keep running, exercise and defend the country."


    Looking at No.1 running and swearing away from the alley, Yan hang whistled happily, moved his arms and walked slowly to the coffee shop.


    Today''s early morning to vent a pass, the mood can be said to be very good.


    I went out in the direction of No.1 running and made two turns. I was already on the street when I went out from the alley.


    The road to the coffee shop is on the right, and the bridge is less than 100 meters on the left.


    Yan hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the bridge.


    Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunting place on the first day of that day.give?


    The beach is the same as before. The black mud is mixed with pieces of garbage. The water meandering through the cracks of garbage is blowing in the face of a gust of wind forget it.


    Yan hang turned and left.


    Back on the street, he put on his mask, took out his mobile phone, and first sent a "come to play" on his Weibo, and then started the live broadcast.


    Few people watch it at this time, especially the sudden live broadcast, but it doesn''t matter at all. He wants to live because he wants to. There is no other reason.


    -I''m coming!


    -Am I the first one?


    there are so many fans coming in.


    "I go to work." Yan hang held his mobile phone and took a picture around him. When he changed hands in the middle, the camera passed him.


    -Eyes


    - ah, brother Xiaotian''s eyes are so beautiful


    "a coffee shop," Yan hang didn''t answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged Hu Zijun with a baby head."


    -23333333


    - want to see


    - what brother Xiaotian is wearing today


    "clothes, trousers and shoes." Yan hang replied, shaking his mobile phone down.


    -Sportswear again


    "wear a skirt next time." Yan hang said.


    When he got to the front of the coffee shop, he withdrew from the live broadcast. During working hours, he still had to be serious.


    As soon as he put his cell phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the shop.


    "I don''t know what''s going on! I didn''t mess with him This voice is inexplicably familiar.


    When Yan hang walked into the shop, he saw a man sitting next to the bar with an ice bag in his hand covering his eyes Scum one.


    "You really didn''t provoke him, you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "if you don''t want to call the police, you can call back! When I was your age... "


    Little scum one turned to see Yan hang, eyes instantly enlarged twice: "I fuck you..."


    "You fuck another one!" Boss Li pats the bar and stares at number one.


    "That''s him!" No.1 jumped down from the bar chair, pointed at Yan hang, and cried out, "it''s him! It''s him! That''s him


    Our friend little Nezha.


    Yan hang couldn''t help singing in his heart.


    "That''s him! Dad! That''s him! Dad Number one, keep roaring.


    Yan hang looked at the excited No. 1 and thought for a moment that No. 1 was calling him. If he wanted to say so, he didn''t have to be so polite.


    Boss Li was a little surprised to see: "he?"


    "That''s him!" It seems that No. 1 can''t say anything else. He yelled repeatedly.


    "How many?" Boss Li looked at Yan hang, "did you hit my son?"


    "Ah," Yan hang nodded, "just finished."


    This straightforward answer made boss Li open his mouth for a long time before he asked again, "why?"


    "He said it was fun!" Number one finally found a new word, "fun! Exercise


    "Don''t talk," boss Li pointed to number one. "I''ll ask first."


    No. 1 stares at boss Li and falls to the floor with a chair. He sits there silent.


    "Why?" Boss Li looks at Yan hang.


    These two people are actually father and son. Yan hang never expected that. Boss Li seems calm, but after all, his own son was beaten. Even if he can explain clearly, he probably can''t go on.


    And he didn''t want to explain.


    "I don''t like it." Yan hang said.


    "If you don''t like it, do you hit people?" Boss Li was shocked.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded and looked at number one again, "ah."


    Number one turns and stares at him.


    "I''ll give you a word. If you don''t like people, you have to have capital." Yan hang then turned and walked out of the coffee shop.


    At this time on Sunday, there are a lot of people on the street, coming and going.


    Yan hang was standing under a tree beside the sidewalk, very bored.


    So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to junior one.


    -I came out and paid you back.


    I didn''t reply immediately on the first day of junior high school. I was probably exchanging ideas. I came back after a while.


    -What kind of money?


    -The money for noodles


    - didn''t you eat it


    "so I''ll pay you back." Yan hang couldn''t help his voice.


    -Oh


    - Oh, what the hell is it


    - at noon, I have something to do now. I''ll wait for you in the tree hole at noon


    Yan hang looks at this sentence. Compared with the first day of junior high school, his typing is really smooth and fluent, which makes people feel happy after the cold is cured.


    But I want to laugh.


    It seems that ten yuan is really important for junior one.


    Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket and stretched. He didn''t want to go back now. Let''s go for a walk.He looked at both sides, and the bridge was more prosperous than this side, so he decided to go there.


    He likes shopping very much. Every city''s "street" is different. Even if he sells the same clothes, snacks and toys, he will have different styles.


    But he didn''t make it to the "street".


    Because he looked to the left when he crossed the bridge.


    In fact, when you look at it from the bridge, the river is not ugly. The black mud beach full of garbage has been lost by the trees along the river


    Through the gaps between the leaves, there was a small shadow on the beach.


    "I "Fuck," Yan hang grabbed a stone carved peach on the railing of the nearby bridge and shook, "I''m really convinced."


    What kind of pen did you lose? I''ll buy you the same one.


    How much is your pen? I''ll give it to you.


    Let me see you go through the garbage again and I''ll smoke you.


    Don''t ask me why.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang stood at the railings along the river and cried.


    The first day of junior high school was not where it was yesterday, but it turned to the right. Yan hang frowned and suddenly suspected that the boy didn''t see the exact position of the pen.


    However, his ears were better than yesterday. Yan hang turned his head after calling.


    Then Leng Leng, Yan hang can see clearly, he forced to sigh.


    "Come up." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, shook his head, thought about it, waved to him again, motioned him to go.


    Yan hang looked at him, suddenly a little irritable. He took a deep breath and didn''t press it down. His hand on the concrete railing was a little painful, but he still couldn''t control it.


    It can''t be alleviated by leaving.


    "Damn it He bit his teeth and scolded, "what the hell are you looking for?"


    He didn''t go to the iron stairs, so he jumped out of the guardrail.


    The first day of junior high school, when he heard the sound of landing, he raised his head and was stunned.


    "Let me see you looking for that broken pen here again," Yan hang pointed to him. No matter what was under his feet, he strode to the first day of junior high school. "I beat your grandma so hard that she didn''t know you!"


    Junior one stood still.


    "Come here!" Yan hang said that he took another two steps there. When he wanted to go on, he suddenly felt that his feet were soft.


    Looking down, he stepped into the mud.


    "Don''t..." The first day of junior high school rushed to his side. As he walked, he pulled out two plastic bags from his pocket


    Yan hang then found that he had two bags on his feet, one red and one green.


    "I don''t want to." when he spoke again, he couldn''t get angry. He just felt helpless. He didn''t look at the first day of junior high school any more. He turned around and walked back, "play by yourself."


    After two steps, he felt something flashing in the mud on his left.


    He stopped abruptly and looked over.


    All I saw was a pile of garbage.


    He adjusted his angle, deviated and flashed again.


    "It''s like I saw your damn pen." Yan hang went over there.


    The first day of junior high school immediately followed behind him, and the plastic bag on his foot made a sound.


    When Yan hang bent down to take out the pen half stuck in the mud and tied with a yellow bow, he felt as if he was holding a Buddhist relic.


    "Is that it?" He asked junior one with a pen in his hand.


    "Yes." Chuyi nodded and took the pen excitedly.


    "Are you blind?" Yan hang asked.


    "Yes, it is possible." Chuichi said with a smile.


    Yan hang looked at him and said nothing.


    "Thank you." Junior one took a piece of paper and wiped the pen.


    Yan hang took out the ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to him: "give it back to you."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t answer, it seems a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and walked to the bank with difficulty.


    Junior one has been following him in silence.


    After climbing up the riverside, Yan hang sat on the stone bench beside him, looking at the black mud with his foot in a daze.


    The first day of junior high school took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the wet tissue Yan hang gave him yesterday, drew out two of them, squatted in front of him, reached out and began to help him polish his shoes.


    "Ah Yan hang was startled and quickly stopped, "what are you doing?"


    "Help, help you, wipe, wipe." Junior one said.


    "No," said Yan hang, taking the tissue from his hand, "I''ll just wipe it myself."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "You..." Yan hang grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "sit down."


    "This, pen," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while, took out the pen again, took out a wet towel and wiped it, "in fact..."


    "Is it for girls?" Yan hang asked as he polished his shoes.


    There is no sound on the first day of junior high school.Yan hang turned to look at him: "tie a bow, it''s a gift."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school looks a little dejected.


    "Wash, change a bow and deliver it." Yan hang said.


    "No, I can''t," said junior one. "It''s dirty."


    "There''s nothing wrong," Yan said. "She didn''t see it again."


    Junior one looks at him.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After ten seconds, Yan hang narrowed his eyes: "you don''t want to send me, do you?"


    The first day of junior high school dropped his eyelids: "no, I don''t want to send them now."


    Yan hang never received a gift.


    No friends, no gifts, only dad will buy things for him on his birthday, but every time is very casual. Last year, he received a pineapple with a note on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome.


    "I don''t want that gun bow." Yan hang said.


    At first, he was stunned and looked at him in surprise. Then he quickly removed the bow and hesitated to hand it to him with a pen.


    Yan hang took a look.


    It''s a new pen, but I can tell from the style that I bought it at least five years ago. I don''t know if it''s a souvenir of grade one.


    He took out his cell phone and tweeted.


    At the beginning of the live broadcast, a few fans who were more idle than him were there.


    -It seems that brother Xiaotian is extremely bored today


    - I''m even more bored. I caught up with him twice


    "I received a gift." Yan hang pointed the camera at the pen in his hand.


    -Hand in hand


    - I haven''t seen a beautiful hand for a long time!


    -When will the cooking be broadcast live? I want to watch the hand


    "it''s from that child." Yan hang said.


    -Poor thing?


    -Ah, ah! Did you give me a pen?


    "Yes," Yan hang shook his pen, "just I got it. "


    -Is the poor boy around?


    -Does brother Xiaotian really cover him in the future?


    - can you see what he looks like? I haven''t seen it clearly all the time


    - yes, can I have a look at it


    "you..." Yan hang turned his head and looked at junior one, "do you mind showing your face?"


    "Straight, broadcast?" Junior one asked softly.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Many people, many people?" Junior one asked again.


    "Not much." Yan hang looks at the screen.


    "You straight, live, no one to watch?" I''m a little curious.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "For what?" Junior one also looked at the screen.


    "Isn''t it a bit inappropriate for you to discuss in front of my fans when I''m live broadcasting that no one is watching?" Yan hangle is happy.


    "No one''s watching anyway." Junior one said.


    A bunch of hahaha and 2333333 are on the screen.


    "Damn, it''s really reasonable," sighed Yan hang. "OK, no one will look at it anyway. Do you mind showing your face? These ladies talk about you every day. "


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Yan hang turns his cell phone to the face of junior one.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    -£¡£¡£¡£¡£¡


    -Handsome


    - handsome boy!


    Handsome? Yan hang looks at the face of junior one on the screen and returns OK, the kid''s very photogenic.


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 Chapter 7

    That day, when Yan hang came over with a mobile phone and put it under the tree, he thought that he was broadcasting it live on the first day of junior high school, but today he realized that Yan Hang''s live broadcast was so boring.


    And it''s so casual that you can open it if you want, and stop it if you want, even if you don''t say hello.


    If you don''t show your face, you may wear a mask when you show your face.


    No wonder no one is watching.


    If Yan Hang is willing to show his face, he will attract many girls like his deskmate to smash gifts But junior one likes this boring live broadcast.


    Will let him have a feeling "different life" experience, perhaps the same ordinary, perhaps boring, but not the same with their own.


    It''s interesting.


    Although he didn''t watch it live several times.


    In his old age, his mobile phone couldn''t accept the new thing of live broadcasting. Every time he went in, it would get stuck as if he was using 2G traffic, and then it would freeze. He couldn''t slow down without pulling the battery.


    Today''s live broadcast of Yan hang, he wanted to watch the live broadcast for a while, but the time was not enough. He came out to buy oil.


    My mother doesn''t buy oil in the supermarket. She wants to go to the vegetable market to buy a large barrel of split packing because it''s cheap.


    The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time. However, he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan hang for a long time. Now if he doesn''t run to the vegetable market again, he will be overtime for a long time.


    Although his mother won''t beat him, he is not willing to face his mother''s gloomy face.


    "Oil?" Yan hang looked at him, "isn''t there any supermarket?"


    "Expensive." Junior one said.


    "To go to the market?" Yan hang asked.


    Just a little bit.


    "Then you go." Yan hang looked at the time.


    The first day of junior high school stood up and looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he didn''t find the word.


    "Well?" Yan hang was puzzled by him. "Don''t tell me there is a pen in the river."


    "No Chuyi started to laugh, turned around and ran down the road.


    The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn''t dare to use it. My mother always signed the pen from the water station, blue, red and black. He had to use it.


    He has hidden this pen all the time. If he didn''t want to thank Yan hang, he would not remember this pen. Maybe he would forget that mobile phone in the future.


    It''s best to forget what you can''t have, or you will feel uncomfortable when you think of it. This is his experience.


    On the first day of junior high school, I run all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel very tired running like this, but I don''t think it''s far away now.


    Probably because the pen was sent out.


    He doesn''t have a chance to give gifts. He won''t call his classmates for birthdays or anything. He will give gifts to his parents I did.


    In primary school, he saved a long time of pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them, and bought a scarf for his mother to make her happy.


    Like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.


    Mom didn''t get it.


    Finally, grandma took the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a big fight. She returned the scarf and bought cigarettes. When she got home, because she didn''t get a refund, she had another fight with grandma.


    After that, he didn''t think about giving any more presents.


    This time, he was determined to give Yan hang a gift.


    Li Zihao throws away his pen. He looks for a pen in the mud. It doesn''t matter to him. What he worries about all the time is that Yan hang doesn''t want it.


    But Yan hang took it and saw with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the smelly mud. He even wiped it with paper without washing it.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Yan Hang is very nice.


    From the vegetable market to buy the oil designated by my mother, the first day of junior high school to carry back.


    When he ran past Yan Hang''s building, he also looked over there. The window of Yan Hang''s living room was facing the street. There was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were closed.


    Maybe Yan hang hasn''t come back yet.


    The first day of junior high school slowed down. The oil was heavy. I was a little tired after running all the way.


    My mother didn''t call to urge him, which means that time is still within the tolerance range But when he turned the corner and could see his own building, he knew why his mother didn''t call him.


    I don''t think so.


    You can hear grandma''s voice from a long distance.


    I can''t hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it on the first day of junior high school.


    All of a sudden, the whole person felt out of breath, and the pace became slower and slower.


    He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart that he would finish the scolding quickly, finish it quickly, and finish it before he went downstairs.


    But just as the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayer in his heart never succeeded.


    And today''s reality is far from his expectation.


    Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.Her coat had been taken off, her bare arms were crossed, and she could be seen in white from the crowd.


    On the first day of junior high school, he stopped and leaned against the wall.


    But I didn''t get away from other people''s eyes.


    "First day of junior high school!" Someone called his name with a smile, "you''re not going to get your grandmother home yet!"


    "She''ll take off her pants no matter how late it is!" Someone said with a smile.


    Junior one bowed his head and made no sound.


    He didn''t know what grandma was doing today and who she was fighting with. He only knew that in the eyes of the neighbors, such a scene would be staged once in a few months.


    Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.


    This includes their school.


    When Yan hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "what''s the smell?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can you still smell it? " Yan hang raised his foot and looked at the sole.


    "Yes," Dad said, "did you fight with someone in the cesspool?"


    "After dinner, don''t lose your appetite." Yan hang took off his shoes and put them next to the garbage can at the door. He saw an old man coming over twice a day to look through the garbage.


    "The people in the class are smart." Dad said.


    "I''m unemployed." Yan hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, he felt the pen in his pocket, hesitated, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then turned in to wash it twice.


    "You can''t get money for a day, can you?" Dad didn''t ask him why he lost his job.


    "Can you get it? It''s not enough for noodles." Yan hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.


    This is a silver pike pen. Although it looks very old, it''s very delicate.


    As a pen, Yan hang has no interest. He doesn''t use a pen much. After all, he only went to primary school. He likes to use a pencil.


    But as a gift, it feels different.


    "What is it?" Dad asked.


    "Can''t you see what this is?" Yan hang shook his pen at him.


    "I can''t believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.


    "It''s from someone else." Yan hang said.


    "For you?" Dad was a little surprised. "Is that the kid you''re talking about?"


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "what would you like to eat at noon?"


    "Pizza." Dad said.


    Yan hang took a look at him.


    "I thought the oven in the kitchen would work, so I bought the materials," Dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I wanted you to make it at night. Now that you''re unemployed, I''ll have it at noon."


    Yan hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.


    "OK," said Yan hang, "I''ll buy some green pepper bacon or something."


    "Another bottle of red wine." Dad added.


    "Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan hang said.


    "Celebrate that you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He opened the door and went out.


    The gift was received.


    Friends?


    First day of junior high school?


    Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friend. He is not very clear about what kind of relationship and how deep it is.


    But junior one, should not be friends.


    Words have not said a few words, friends at least have to be able to chat, let him talk with junior one son estimated to suffocate.


    Go out and turn left. There is a life supermarket along the road. Yan hang has been shopping there these days. It''s quite complete and inexpensive. All the residents in this area are shopping here. It seems that everyone''s income is almost the same. He doesn''t particularly understand that his mother has to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school was very obedient. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil


    It''s a big barrel.


    Yan hang stood at the door of the supermarket, looking at the first day of junior high school coming to him, and the bucket of oil in his hand, almost catching up with the size of the bucket of water dispenser.


    But the direction of junior one is obviously opposite to his going home.


    Yan hang didn''t move. He looked at junior one coming slowly with his head down. He seemed a little depressed. He didn''t have an expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t see him all the time. He just bowed his head and walked forward. As he passed by, Yan hang couldn''t help reaching for his head and bouncing: "ah."


    Junior one turned his head.


    "Don''t you go home?" Yan hang said.


    "Let''s go first, let''s go, let''s go." Junior one said.


    "Walking with oil?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "keep fit, keep fit."


    Yan hang sometimes didn''t quite understand what kind of mentality he was in when he was obviously depressed.


    "Is someone blocking you in front of you?" Yan hang asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "they have a rest at the weekend.""Then take a walk." Yan hang didn''t know what else to say, so he turned and entered the supermarket.


    There are many people in the supermarket. Yan hang grabs some green peppers in the crowd and takes a package of laver.


    When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that the first day of junior high school was following him with the bucket of 800 Jin oil.


    "Fuck," Yan hang was startled, "what are you doing?"


    "For a walk." Junior one said.


    "Don''t you come in with this and save it?" Yan hang looked at the oil in his hand. "There''s oil here too. I won''t let you out for a while."


    "This is three, three no," the first day of junior high school turned the barrel, there is no label on it, "it''s OK."


    Yan hang sighed, conveniently took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: "put it in, carry it, I look tired."


    Chuyi put the oil bucket into the basket and continued to follow him with the basket.


    After taking the red wine, Yan hang continued to look for bacon. Without bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon and so on.


    There must be something happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang didn''t have the habit of asking questions. If he didn''t say a word, he wouldn''t ask. If he was Dad, he wouldn''t even ask.


    When he came out to buy good things, he took a look at the first day of junior high school. It seemed that the first day of junior high school didn''t mean to go home with oil, but he didn''t follow him any more, so he went on.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    I look back.


    "Have you eaten yet?" Yan hang asked a piece of rubbish.


    "Later, drink oil." Junior one said.


    "Go to my house and have a drink," said Yan hang. "I''ll get you a cup."


    "Fang, is it convenient?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang found that some aspects of junior high school students were honest. At this time, he didn''t even refuse.


    Very good.


    Dad was a little surprised when he went out to buy a dish and came back with a man carrying oil.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang introduced, "is the child who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."


    "Welcome, I''m Yan Jidao, his father, Yan Shu," his father warmly extended his hand to the first day of junior high school "Oil?"


    At the beginning, he was stunned. He reached out and shook hands with him: "uncle, OK."


    "He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan said. "The first day of the new year, he came to fight."


    In fact, there was nothing to start with. He was just afraid that junior one would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu''s nonsense.


    "Good." On the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the oil bucket, changed the slippers, and then put several pairs of shoes in order.


    Yan hang takes a look at his father, and his father is also looking at him. It''s obvious that the easy move of the first day of junior high school surprised him.


    "Let''s go straight." Yan hang took the mobile phone rack to the desk and put on a mask.


    "Is there anyone to see it?" First day of junior high school.


    "I can''t get through this, can I?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s gone." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang ignored him and adjusted his mobile phone to the materials on the desk.


    Junior one looks at Yan Hang''s hand.


    After someone came in the studio, the screen was brushing all the time.


    Yan Hang''s hands are really beautiful, especially when he moves.


    Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little distracted, not only by Yan Hang''s hands, but also by Yan Hang''s knife work.


    Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every action is flowing, without any unnecessary pause and hesitation.


    The screen is very busy. I took time to take a glance at it.


    -Brother Xiaotian, don''t be so cool. Let''s talk about the steps and essentials.


    - silent cooking series


    - suddenly quit the live series


    - I see anyone else?


    -I also saw


    - someone


    stepped back on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang took a look at him, reached for his mobile phone, turned the camera to him and said, "this is the man."


    -Handsome boy


    - cooking together!!!!


    -I suddenly had an unorthodox guess...


    Did not wait for the beginning of a face of consternation adjustment, Yan hang put the phone back, continue to deal with the material: "baking pan to me."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    "There''s nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza," Yan said. "If you want to eat, chop it up, slice the cheese, and bake it."


    Yan hang put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: "after a while, you can eat it."


    The first day of junior high school hasn''t recovered, he has quit the live broadcast.


    "Over, over?" First day of junior high school.


    "There''s another one," Yan hang turned to continue his busy work. "The same content will not be broadcast.""No one''s watching anyway," Dad said, leaning over the kitchen door. "Hell, the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don''t even bother to brush presents."


    "Who said that," Yan hang said while cutting green pepper silk, "someone just brushed the plane."


    "Why?" Dad said, "my hand slipped?"


    Yan hang took a look at Chu: "probably The first day of the new year. "


    Dad was happy and laughed for a long time: "this is for junior one."


    "Go out and eat." Yan hang sighed.


    Dad went back to the living room with a smile and continued to watch his local news.


    "You want it, do you want it?" The first day of junior high school asked in a soft voice, as if a little embarrassed.


    "What do you want?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "Face." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I''ve cut you up together?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "I," Chuichi pointed to himself, "my face."


    "You wait," Yan hang put down his knife, holding the desk in his hand, "I''ll understand first."


    "If you, want, want a gift," junior one explains, "you can..."


    "I see," Yan hang interrupted him, looking at him for a long time without saying anything. After putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, "you''re not repaying your kindness, are you?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "You..." Yan hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to go on.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s that?" Yan hang asked.


    "You''re not polite, gift," Chuichi whispered, "poor thing."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go away Yan hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, "fuck."


    Junior one leans against the wall and looks at the oven with Yan hang.


    It can''t be said to be repaying kindness, or simply trying to express one''s emotions.


    For Yan hang, some things are not deliberately done, just casual, but for him, the feeling is not the same.


    But he did not dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan hang would be baffled, or that he wanted to seek protection.


    He doesn''t need anyone to protect him. He just wants someone to communicate with him normally.


    Yan hang was able to give him such an exchange. Although he didn''t know how long it would last, he still cherished it.


    After two pizzas were baked, Yan hang made another soup. On the first day of junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.


    Yan hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of grade one. Grade one didn''t ask him where to put the things. It seemed that he didn''t deliberately observe them. But before Yan hang spoke, he had done them all.


    Yan hang can''t say what it''s like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met many people and is very sensitive to many things.


    The first day of junior high school is different from the general discerning children. It gives him the feeling that he can''t find any mistakes carefully and makes everyone satisfied seriously and naturally.


    "Would you like some for the first time?" Uncle Yan opened a red wine.


    "No, not at all." Junior one said.


    "Taste it," Uncle Yan poured him a little, "lick it."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    Except for the memory of going to relatives, classmates or friends for dinner during the Spring Festival, he has no memory.


    And working together in the kitchen, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented, the first bite of pizza, feel very comfortable.


    "Do you live near here?" Asked Uncle Yan.


    "Well," Chu nodded, "go further, forward, Lunan."


    "Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there," Uncle Yan said with a smile, remembering that he touched Yan hang with his arm. "Just when I came back at noon today, I saw an old lady with bare arms and quarreling with others over there. She was very tough, and I didn''t even have fun watching it."


    "Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school shakes his hand with the pizza.


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 Chapter 8

    "Why is a fight so exaggerated?" Yan hang took a bite of the pizza.


    To tell you the truth, they have been to many places, but they have seen the old lady with a cigarette bag in her arms when it is hot, and they have also seen the old lady pulling her hair and trousers when fighting, but they have never seen the old lady with bare arms when fighting.


    "I don''t know. If she doesn''t have bare arms, I''ll go and join in the fun..." Dad didn''t finish, he took a look at junior one.


    Dad is an old fox, he grew up any small emotional reaction can not escape his father''s eyes, he immediately knew that the first day of junior high school may know the old lady.


    Now the first day of junior high school takes a hard bite of a piece of pizza and chews it all the time. Obviously, it''s not just about understanding.


    Yan hang immediately thought of the old lady with white face.


    ¡­¡­ It''s very embarrassing.


    He gave his father a look in the eye. Just as he was about to switch the topic, the first day of junior high school finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


    Yan hang and his father didn''t have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.


    The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."


    "Easy." After the first day of junior high school simply answered, he turned on the tap of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.


    Yan hang went to lean against the wall and looked at him: "relax. This is my home, not yours."


    The first day of the first day of junior high school was washing the dishes quickly. After a while, he said softly, "I''m used to it."


    Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.


    "You don''t want to be shameful," Dad looked at him, "and let the guests do the dishes like this? If you don''t do it, don''t even look around? "


    "I''m afraid he''ll break the bowl when he''s nervous." Yan hang said.


    "It''s a very interesting child, let the family develop like this," the father sighed, "if this is my son..."


    Dad looked at him, tut A: "it seems that also raise not how?""Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "so don''t boast about yourself."


    "Will he stay here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.


    "I can''t stay. Every time I get there, I have to run home," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Even if I didn''t send the oil back today, I didn''t even go home to eat. I guess I will be cleaned up when I go back."


    "Hey," Dad sighed. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He felt it out and looked at it. "I''ll go out."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street.


    "It''s done." He went to Yan hang and said something.


    "Hard work," Yan hang said, "you didn''t go home for dinner, are you ok?"


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    Yan hang looked at him and found that he was looking out.


    "Sit down?" Yan hang gave way and made room for him.


    The first day of junior high school, I jumped and sat up.


    They sat in front of the street for a while, looking at him: "a few, a few, a few..."


    "Quack quack." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning, he was stunned and laughed.


    "Quack?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "A few years ago," Chuyi said with a smile, "your name is..."


    "My mother''s name is not Yan Jidao," Yan hang said. "Don''t listen to my father''s nonsense. He doesn''t say a word of serious things all day long."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school still laughed, "uncle is very good, fun."


    "Not bad." Yan hang said.


    "My dad doesn''t, he doesn''t say much, he doesn''t talk much." Junior one said.


    "Then you are poor, aren''t you?" Yan hang asked.


    "It may be. It''s suffocating." Junior one is very serious.


    Yan hang said with a smile: "you''re funny. Normally..."


    "No, no one''s talking to me. Talk to me." Junior one said.


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, touched a cigarette and took it out.


    I didn''t touch the lighter in my pocket for a long time. When I wanted to look back to see if I was throwing it on the tea table, the first day of junior high school had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the windowsill, took the lighter on the tea table and handed it to him.


    "Fuck," Yan hang couldn''t help, "are you a long-term worker at home?"


    "My mother is very, very busy. I''m tired when I go home." I didn''t jump on the windowsill on the first day of junior high school, and my arm was lying on the windowsill.


    Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    "That''s..." Junior one pointed to the street, "your shoes, shoes?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put beside the garbage can, "yes."


    "No, I want it?" Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.


    "It''s dirty," said Yan hang. "Besides, it''s old. It''s been worn for a year."


    "Nb, but I''m sorry." The tone of grade one is full of heartache.


    Yan hang took a look at the door. Today, he was wearing the same pair of old street shoes as before, but He made a visual inspection. He should not be able to wear his own shoes.


    "Otherwise," Yan hang took out his mobile phone, "junior one, you..."


    Those girls like the first day of junior high school very much. They make the first day of junior high school appear on camera several times. It''s estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If anyone is crazy and brushes a yacht, they can even change their clothes.


    On the first day of junior high school, not only are the shoes so old that people are speechless, but also the clothes on the body are school uniforms all the time, and some places are washed transparently.


    "No, no," Chuichi quickly understood his meaning and reached out to stop him, "No."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "I have, I have shoes, new ones." Junior one said.


    "And you wear them every day?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s not bad," Chuyi added with a smile. "Tomorrow, it will be changed."


    Yan hang didn''t insist any more, but he didn''t quite understand: "do your parents have a job?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school nodded, "but when my mother went to work, the water station and water station closed down. My father drove and drove for people."


    "That shouldn''t be..." Yan hang even more did not understand, "driving how also has several thousand yuan a month?"


    "Well," he said, holding his chin, "I don''t know."


    Yan hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang.


    He straightened up abruptly, as if he was frightened. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After a long time, the mobile phone reluctantly connected the phone.


    "Hello?" He whispered.


    Yan hang saw that the caller ID said dad.


    "I''m at my classmate''s home," he said to his father on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat Buy the oil, buy it, I''ll go back in a minute. "


    After hanging up the phone, junior one didn''t have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran to the door.


    "Tell you to go home?" Yan hang jumps off the windowsill.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said with a sorry smile, "my mother is angry."¡°¡­¡­ I''ll go back with you. "Yan hang was a little sorry. After all, he asked the first day of junior high school to come home to drink oil." I''ll explain it to your mother. "


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "don''t worry."


    Yan hang said something behind him, but he didn''t hear it clearly. He hurried away with the oil bucket. After he was sure that Yan hang couldn''t see him, he ran.


    Dad''s back. It''s OK to go back now. Dad will speak for him.


    My mother probably won''t say anything. In general, my mother treats him as nonexistent except asking him to do something. Grandma is the one who worries him most.


    As he turned the corner and ran to his building, someone came out on a bicycle. As he passed by, the man on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.


    The first day of junior high school was unprepared. With oil in his hand, he fell to the ground.


    "Oh, the stake is so unstable?" The man in the car said a word.


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little surprised to hear this voice. I turned my head and took a look at it. I made sure that it was Liang Bing who would walk around when I was young.


    Except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. The first day of junior high school always thinks that it''s God that he hasn''t gone to prison when he is in his twenties.


    However, Liang Bing hasn''t come back for two or three years. He always thought Liang Bing would not appear again. Unexpectedly, he ran into Liang Bing again without any preparation.


    "Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school talked, got up, patted his pants, and continued to run with oil.


    "I''ll see you in two days!" Liang Bing laughed and yelled at the back.


    When he took the key, he found that his left palm had scratched a large piece of skin when he was just supporting the ground. He nervously raised his hand and looked at his sleeve. There was a hole in his elbow.


    He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and opened the door lightly.


    The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the light is not on, you can''t see clearly.


    He went into the room, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he heard grandma''s voice.


    "You''re back in the fuckin ''wave!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn''t stop a plastic cup filled with water that grandma smashed. It hurt my forehead.


    Fortunately, it''s not my grandfather''s stainless steel one.


    "It''s normal to go to a classmate''s home for a meal," my father came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "If you don''t come back for dinner next time, remember to tell the family."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "Waiting for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it Grandma came over, pushed dad away and slapped him on the back.


    "You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I''m addicted to beating people!"


    "What! You are in charge of your mother Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "you won''t teach me to teach for you, and you''re shaking with me!"


    Mom smashed the cup on the table and entered the room.


    "Come on." Dad tried to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened a crack in the door, mom pushed it from inside and closed it again. Without waiting for Dad to screw it again, she locked the lock inside.


    Dad hesitated for a moment and had to turn around to push junior one into the kitchen and close the door.


    Grandma didn''t break into the kitchen and began to scold.


    "You, too. Why did you suddenly go to the classmate''s house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad whispered.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. He didn''t want to talk about her quarreling with others in the street.


    "I bought you a suit, for a while..." Dad took a look at the kitchen door. When grandma''s voice came in, it seemed that the door didn''t exist. "I''ll give it to you after your grandma scolded you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Dad has a good temper, or I don''t know how to sum up my father''s character in junior high school. Since I was young, I never saw my father angry. I always tried in vain to persuade him to fight and make people calm down, but I can''t do anything about it.


    Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and on the first day of junior high school, she stood in the kitchen with her father in a daze.


    Until grandma scolded tired and began to find fault with grandpa in the TV series, Dad patted him on the shoulder: "I''ll take the clothes for you to see."


    I nodded at first.


    Dad went out. He didn''t move for a long time. I guess he couldn''t get into the house.


    As soon as I turned around and looked out of the window, I waited for a while before my father came back to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "come on, try it."


    The first day of junior high school took out the clothes from the bag. It''s a set of sweatshirt. It''s light gray and pretty.


    When he shakes off his clothes, he knows it''s too small, but he still takes off his school uniform and puts them on.


    "It''s like Small? " Dad said awkwardly.


    "Yes." I pulled my sleeve.The sleeves are short and the clothes are a little short, but if you don''t zip up, you can make do with it.


    The pants are also short. You can''t bend your legs, or you''ll pull out the legs.


    "My son''s legs are too long." Dad said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Dad is the only one in the family who won''t scold him, beat him and smile at him. But dad doesn''t remember his birthday and what grade he was in. When people ask about it, he tells others that his son is in grade six for three consecutive years.


    So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised.


    "Why don''t you put your trousers here?" Dad said.


    "No," the first day of junior high school said, "you can wear it, thanks, thanks dad."


    "Then be dressed in? Or change it first? " Dad asked.


    "Wear it." Junior one said he didn''t want to change clothes in the kitchen again.


    When she came out of the kitchen, grandma gave a sneer.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to his grandfather''s house. Now there was no one in the house. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. His mother called out: "water!"


    He went back and poured a glass of water into the room.


    "Are you going to eat at your classmate''s house today?" Asked the mother.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to have dinner?" Mother asked again.


    Junior one didn''t answer.


    "Be careful that they will trap you. Maybe they will give you some antidote. You can pull it in a moment." Mother frowned and said.


    Chu Yi turned around and went out into the next room.


    Sitting on the small bed for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.


    Inside is a pair of sports shoes. It''s new. My mother bought them for him during the Chinese new year, because now they are not broken, so he hasn''t worn them.


    -Have you been scolded?


    Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi and then lay down on the sofa.


    I have to go out tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job.


    He didn''t care about the job in the coffee shop, but he had to go out and look for a job. First, he didn''t have much money on hand, and second, he was bored.


    Dad didn''t give him any money recently. I guess he didn''t get any money.


    But Yan Hang is more concerned about today''s dad''s state when he looks at his mobile phone and goes out, which is not the same as usual.


    But he couldn''t figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox couldn''t be seen at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years, and Yan hang could still feel what was wrong.


    The uneasiness of being pressed in my heart for quite a long time and not rising again came up.


    -No


    he got back to him on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looked at the news and couldn''t find a place to talk.


    -Do you always run at night?


    The first day of junior high school sent another message.


    -Well,


    when Yan hang looked at the news he had sent back, he was also in a state of death.


    Fortunately, the first day of junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.


    -I also often run at night


    - I see you can run well


    - are you running today? I''ll take you to run, I know where to run


    - OK, what time, where


    - I''ll call you


    - OK


    Yan hang waited for a while, but he was not talking on the first day of junior high school, so he put down his cell phone.


    As soon as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my cell phone rang again.


    -Do you still have those shoes?


    -¡£¡£¡£¡£ I went to have a look


    Yan hang got up helplessly, and his obsession with these shoes made him feel the impulse to pick up the shoes and wash them.


    -Still


    - can you get it back?


    Yan hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and went out.


    There are a lot of people coming and going on the street. He can only make a quick decision. The longer he grinds by the garbage can, the more attractive he will be.


    However, it didn''t look so good when I walked over and picked up my shoes. Several people saw it.


    What a bullshit! These are my own fuckin ''shoes!


    Yan hang went back to his room and threw his shoes on the ground. He gave a voice to Chuyi: "I''ve got them back."


    -Are you sure you don''t want it?


    "No, just tell me what you want to do," said Yan hang. "It''s not easy for me to go out and pick it up."


    -If you don''t want it, give it to me.


    Yan hang wanted to say that you might be too big, but he didn''t say it in the end. Adding an insole is better than his current pair.


    -OK, you can pick it up in the evening.


    - OK, thank you.


    looking at the serious Reply of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang fell back on the sofa: "ah..."


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 Chapter 9

    Yan Hang''s meals were irregular, especially when his father was away from home. When he wanted to eat, he would eat, and when he was hungry, he would eat.


    Today, it''s very touching to be able to sleep on the sofa, so when he woke up twice, he was singing a lullaby in his heart, coaxing himself to continue to sleep.


    When he finally woke up, it was almost nine o''clock. He took a look at his mobile phone. There was no news about the first day of junior high school. It should be that he didn''t miss the night run.


    When he made a sandwich for himself to eat, he heard footsteps outside the door. He went up to the cat''s eye and looked out. He saw the first day of junior high school who was rubbing his head against the soles of his shoes on the edge of the steps.


    But Yan hang almost didn''t recognize that this was the first day of junior high school. He didn''t wear the same school uniform for ten thousand years. He wore a sports suit.


    Yan hang didn''t open the door directly. While eating a sandwich, he watched junior one from the cat''s eyes with great interest.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?""You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great."


    "Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized.


    "Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.


    If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.


    Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slow


    Yan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?""Be civilized." Yan hang said.


    "Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.


    But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.


    The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


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 Chapter 10

    He was a little nervous when he went out to school in the early morning of junior high school. He knew that generally speaking, Liang Bing''s gangsters couldn''t get up so early, but if he didn''t sleep at all, it was hard to say.


    He looked left and right as he came out of the corridor.


    Mom went out today and followed him: "are you still going? What are you doing here? "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Mom ignored him and left on her bike.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.


    That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.


    Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.


    It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.


    I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke.


    "Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.


    Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "


    Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - HMMAnd so on.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.


    Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.


    Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.


    -I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


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    fear.


    Yan hang has been reluctant to face up to his emotions.


    I''m afraid.


    Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.


    All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


    "All right." Yan hang said.


    "Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


    It''s the same today, but he''s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn''t finished reading two pages.


    Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.


    Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.


    In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.


    But this time, it''s different. It''s still a feeling that I can''t say.


    Yan Hang is a very sensitive person. He can detect many details and emotions. His father also praised him: "our prince''s insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"


    He hoped that he would be a dull man, that he would not feel anything, and that he would not be afraid of anything.


    In fact, he did not speculate about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged a lot of cool jobs for his father.


    Swat, agent, undercover, killer, Ghost Hunter


    Then I stopped thinking about it.


    He has to face and ignore the reality, Dad can''t have any career, and the way he got the money back may not be glorious.


    As for the reason, he had to wait.


    Wait until now.


    His uneasiness peaked today.


    Fear.


    It''s the emotion that he always refuses to show others easily, even for his father.


    He''s Yan hang. He''s arrogant and comfortable since he was young. He won''t be afraid of anyone.


    "Do you remember your grandparents?" Dad suddenly asked.


    "Well?" Yan hang didn''t react. Like his mother, his grandparents had almost no impression, only faintly in some very unpleasant dreams.


    Apart from that, he doesn''t think about it at all.


    Even when he heard Dad talking about grandma, his first reaction was to be a white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows.


    "Grandma passed away last year. It was last month," Dad said. "It''s not that old."Yan hang looked at him and didn''t know what to say.


    He only knew that his father was an orphan and he didn''t have grandparents. As for his grandparents, he didn''t think about it at all. Now he suddenly mentioned it, he didn''t have any emotion and couldn''t make any response.


    "Didn''t I ever tell you," Dad turned his head. "I''m very, very, very I miss your mother


    Yan hang was stunned.


    When he said your mother''s three words, he saw the tears in dad''s eyes.


    For the first time in his memory, he saw his father''s tears.


    "Lao Yan," he was a little at a loss, "you..."


    Dad laughed and looked at him: "you are not like your mother at all. I can''t miss her if I want to see you."


    "I didn''t look too much like you by accident." Yan hang said.


    In fact, he had the same mind as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find his mother''s shadow except for the part like his father, but he didn''t succeed.


    He looks very much like his father. Sometimes he thinks that maybe he was born by his father himself.


    "I should not go out this time," my father lit a cigarette and put his eyes back on the TV. "I hope you don''t cook the same food every day, or I''ll break up with you."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    Almost ten o''clock, Dad suddenly turned to look at the door, and then the door was knocked.


    "It''s the first day of junior high school," Yan hang said softly. "He came to ask me to run."


    "It''s not long to run," my father said. "Let him take it easy. Let''s jump. Let''s jump high."


    "Then tell him." Yan hang stood up and went to open the door.


    The first day of junior high school stood outside the door wearing a smaller sportswear and that pair of Nb. According to the image Yan hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.


    After seeing his father, he laughed: "uncle, uncle good."


    "Running?" Dad said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Good running, running can grow," my father pointed to Yan hang, "when he was your age, he was only one meter four..."


    "What about the trust between father and son?" Yan hang looks at his father in shock.


    "It''s just running every day, and then swish," Dad said, "it''s a stretch. It''s amazing."


    "It''s amazing." Chuichi laughs.


    "Go for a walk," Yan hang changed his shoes and looked back when he went out, "do you have a snack? There are lots of barbecues over there. "


    "Roast wings, roast sausage, roast tendon, duck neck..." Dad quickly reported a string.


    Yan hang ignored him and closed the door. He continued to shout in: "see if you have salt and pepper duck tongue - remember to bring beer -"


    "one meter, four." Junior one looked at him and sighed.


    "Looking for a cigarette?" Yan hang said.


    "I''m so long. I''m so tall." Junior one said.


    "I can''t see that. Let''s ignore this invisible growth rate." Yan hang looks at his head. His hair is a little long on the first day of junior high school. When the wind blows over, there are two tufts of hair standing on the top of his head like dancing. I don''t think he can afford to have a haircut.


    "I was five centimeters taller than when I was a year old." The first day of junior high school, I jumped.


    "Congratulations," Yan hang sincerely congratulated, "how short you have to be."


    "It''s not much different from what you used to be." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao''s team tomorrow." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No, Xin," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "Li, Zi haoying, if you fail in English, you can''t get through."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughed, "are you good at English?"


    "I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, my subjects." Junior one answered very honestly.


    ¡°¡­¡­ So it''s not going to go to pugo, is it Yan hang thought, "technical secondary school? Vocational high school


    "I want to work, work." Junior one whispered.


    Yan hang took a look at him and said nothing.


    Junior one such a child, the school for him, should be no attraction, perhaps can go to work to get rid of that environment is his most urgent need.


    "My mother, Ken, must be angry." Junior one said.


    "Your family is funny. They don''t care about anything," said Yan hang. "There are so many demands. Did you pick them up? Or do you take care of them? "


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''m an accident. My mother didn''t want me. She was going to read self-study and self-study, but she didn''t succeed."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang was stunned and raised his hand to scratch his head twice.


    There are a lot of people running in today''s places. They are all runners with earphones and complete equipment. Yan hang feels very comfortable and has a real feeling.


    The first day of junior high school, as usual, was running close to the side. Yan hang went over and pulled him back to the middle of the track.


    "Drink, drink?" After running for an hour, I asked when I was resting."Run every day, drink every day," Yan hang said, "do you have a lot of pocket money?"


    "Please, I," said the first day of junior high school, "tomorrow, I''ll drink boiled water."


    Yan hang laughed for a long time: "what do you want to drink?"


    "Lemon tea." The first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang bought lemon tea for him and asked for a can of coke. When he sat by the river and drank it, there was a strong gust of wind. At the beginning of the new year, he grabbed his hair which had been blown up one after another.


    Yan hang looked at his forehead with the dog gnawed like hair, could not help reaching out to help him cut, found that the dog had not changed.


    Before he did not pay attention to the first day of the hair is this virtue.


    He thought for a while and asked, "have you ever been robbed of money by people who are looking for trouble all day?"


    "People in the river, the river''s Lake floating," the first drink of lemon tea, "how can not, get robbed."


    "Did you get robbed of your pocket money and have no money for a haircut?" Yan hang asked.


    "I always cut it myself." The first day of junior high school answered very quietly.


    Yan hang heard a trace of satisfaction from his tone: "ah, do you still think your craft is very good?"


    "This is the layer, the second sense." The first day of junior high school held the hair on his forehead and pulled it.


    "Yes," Yan hang looked at him, "it''s quite hierarchical."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the second day of the second


    "It''s not so ugly, thanks to your good looks." Yan hang said.


    "Anyway, it''s flat. I don''t have people to look at me." I took a sip of lemon tea.


    "I see. I have to watch running every day," Yan hang sighed. "I just want to have a haircut tomorrow. Let''s go together."


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    "I have a card," Yan hang added. "You can use my card."


    "No, no," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while before he said, "I can help you. I can''t help you


    "If not," Yan hang responded. This kind of behavior that he didn''t feel at all would probably put pressure on junior one. He took out his mobile phone and poked out his calendar. "I''ll start to work tomorrow. I''ll be late at work on Friday. You can help me run errands and buy vegetables."


    The first time I saw him.


    Yan hang felt that he was very inexperienced in getting along with "friends".


    Stiff and awkward.


    So he shut up.


    "When you want to buy vegetables," the first day of junior high school said, "just mention it and tell me."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, thought about it, covered his eyes and sighed, "fuck, I''m so embarrassed."


    Chuichi laughs.


    "Laugh a fart." Yan hang said.


    "Yan hang, you are special, good." Junior one said.


    "I know that." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school, I laugh again and again.


    When he went back, Yan hang went to the barbecue shop next to him. His father asked for different things, but he also bought a lot of them. When he got home, he went to the supermarket and bought two beers.


    "To my house for barbecue?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school, "I''ll process the food later."


    "Good." There was no hesitation at all.


    "Honest," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, "just like you."


    "I want to stay with you." Junior one said.


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I have to tell my father that the magic can''t get girls, it can only get little boys."


    "Can you teach me, teach me?" First day of junior high school.


    "Who are you going to hang out with?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No," Chuyi raised his hand and moved his finger. "I think it''s very, very cool."


    "I''ll teach you later. It''s very simple. I have to practice." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school nodded happily, and they all raised their hands and moved their fingers along the way.


    By the time I got home, my father had already cleaned up the tea table, set up the induction cooker and pan, which was their habit.


    He and his father love barbecue, but they usually don''t eat outside. They all pack and carry them home to eat while they are hot.


    "Come on, junior one, sit here," Dad brought a stool to junior one. "Can I have some beer?"


    "Lick, lick." Junior one said.


    "I''ll have to lick two or three cans." Dad said.


    "Don''t teach bad children," Yan hang took three plates out and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, took a small piece of butter and put it in, "this one is very fragrant with butter."


    On the first day of junior high school, I went to the side of the pot and smelled: "fragrance."


    This kind of sitting around the table at home, no pressure, no ear full of complaints and dissatisfaction, no hurry to eat barbecue and drink wine scene, junior one likes it very much.


    There were similar scenes in my grandfather''s house, but my grandfather''s house was too far away. He stayed for a few days in the summer vacation at most, and he had to endure the curse of grandma for a month that he was a white eyed wolf.Yan Hang''s father is a little childish. When he was faced with him in the first day of junior high school, he didn''t face the pressure of his elders and was very relaxed.


    He could listen to Yan hang and chat with him without saying a word.


    It''s very interesting.


    Very happy and warm.


    "How is your mother cooking?" Yan Hang''s father asked him.


    "One pot, stewed pie." Junior one said.


    Yan Hang''s father laughed: "little stutter can be so poor."


    "I thought your grandmother was cooking at home," Yan said. "Don''t you say your mother is very busy."


    "Grandma is busy, too." Junior one sighed.


    Busy arguing, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.


    "If you are greedy, come to us," said Yan Hang''s father after a sip of beer. "We have good food and wine. There are no rules."


    "Well." Chuyi nodded with a smile.


    It was a good snack. The first day of junior high school didn''t know how much they could eat, and neither did Yan hang and his son. After drinking the beer, they had almost eaten the barbecue.


    "There are two chicken wings and one sausage. You can finish it." Yan Hang''s father pours a bag into the pot.


    The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel bars that Yan hang left in the bag fell out.


    "Oh, amulet." Yan Hang''s father picked up ganger and arranged it on the tea table.


    "I have," Chuyi said with a smile, "Yan hang gave me one, one."


    "Well," Yan Hang''s father laughed, "I tell you, this is very effective."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded, "yesterday was bad, almost let me, my mother spent, spent, I was so anxious."


    Yan hang took a look at him: "if you spend it, just find another one."


    "No, no, it''s the same," junior one said. "That''s It''s just not the same. "


    "Then you have to put it away," said Yan hangle. "They all look the same. You can''t find them together."


    The first day of junior high school, when he said this, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.


    "Give me," Yan hang probably saw his nervousness and stretched out to him, "I''ll help you process it."


    "How to increase the labor?" On the first day of junior high school, he took out the steel bar and put it in his hand.


    "Wait," Yan hang stood up, "where''s the little leather you picked up, Lao Yan?"


    "It''s on the table in the room." Yan Hang''s father said.


    Yan hang went into the house and didn''t come out for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang''s father ate up the barbecue, and some of them chatted for a long time. Yan hang came out and put gangkai''er on the coffee table in front of him: "this won''t be lost."


    At first glance, I was stunned.


    Ganger put on a small leather coat.


    Two thin dark brown belts are crossed and wound around the steel bar. On the back, they are padded with a small leather cut into a circle and glued together. They also wear a thin leather rope on the top, which can be worn around the neck like a necklace.


    "Good looking," the first day of junior high school was a little surprised. Looking at Yan hang, "did you do that?"


    "It''s easy to do. Just cut the skin and stick it," Yan hang said with a smile. "If you don''t dare to wear it on your neck, just wrap it around your wrist. If you don''t dare to hide it, you won''t be confused with other steel bars."


    The first day of junior high school has been holding gangkai''er in his hand. When he got up and went home, he put it in his pocket.


    Yan hang didn''t expect that someone would care so much about a ganger.


    "Brother Xiaotian, you see him off," my father said, leaning on the sofa, "there seems to be no light in that section of the road."


    "It''s OK," the first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, "I''m a man."


    "Come on, I''ll walk for a while." Yan hang said.


    Dad knows that the first day of junior high school is always bullied. Now it''s warm. At this time, the night life of hooligans and gangsters has just begun. I''m afraid that the first day of junior high school will be happy and be defeated when I go home.


    After accompanying junior one through the road without street lights, junior one pointed to an old building in front of him and said, "my home is there."


    "Well." Yan hang looked at it and didn''t know which building he was referring to, but he knew that junior one should not be willing to let people near his home, so he stopped.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "There''s a lot of rubbish. Go back." Yan hang said.


    "If there is, one day," junior one looked at him, "you go, I will, miss you very much."


    Yan hang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school also laughed, came over and grasped his hand, gently grasped it, turned around and walked quickly.


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 Chapter 12

    Yan hang stood in the same place until he couldn''t see the figure of the first day of junior high school. He lit a cigarette and walked back slowly.


    The sentence of the first day of junior high school made him feel that he couldn''t say it.


    I''ll leave sooner or later.


    This is the idea he always has everywhere he goes. He will not have any other feelings except the endless unknown.


    Because he has no contact with anywhere.


    I came, I left, this place I used to live in did not leave any traces of me.


    So there is nothing to feel about coming and going.


    But now when he heard such words from junior high school, he would be a little disappointed.


    He left traces here. There is a little boy in grade two who will remember him.


    One day when he looks back, there will be some pictures, the memory of a city will not be just a simple place name.


    When I got home, Dad had already washed and changed his pajamas. Everything on the table was put in the kitchen, but he didn''t wash it. It was all piled up in the sink.


    Yan hang was a bit lazy after finishing his run, so he sat on the sofa.


    Dad is watching the news at night. Except for the first and second tier cities, there are not many news in a city that can be repeated for a day. These news are watched and replayed in the afternoon, and there will be a summary on Sunday. Yan hang feels that as long as dad is at home, he can recite the news of that day.


    "Are you still going to run with junior one tomorrow?" Dad asked.


    "Well, run. I was going to run anyway." Yan hang said.


    "Good," Dad nodded and stood up. "I''m going to sleep."


    "Just eat a belly of meat to sleep?" Yan hang took a look at him, "middle aged people are very easy to get fat. Don''t you be on guard for your belly?"


    "Don''t be jealous of my figure." Dad stretched and went back to the house.


    Going to work tomorrow, Yan hang had to let himself sleep tonight. After playing with his mobile phone in the living room for a while, he took a bath and went back to the house.


    After lying in bed for a long time, he didn''t feel sleepy at all. He took his mobile phone, opened wechat, looked at the circle of friends, and saw the small expression of the first time one hour ago in a pile of business news.


    It''s a regular smile.


    It''s very inconspicuous. You can''t find it if you want to row fast.


    Yan hang laughs. He doesn''t know what the small expressions of the first day of junior high school mean to himself.


    After watching the mobile phone for a while, he still didn''t feel sleepy. Yan hang ordered a movie again.


    Ghost movies.


    I didn''t see it for half an hour. I was scared to death by the screams of BGM and the hostess every five minutes, so I turned it off.


    I''m scared. I''m in high spirits.


    He had to get out of bed, go to the living room, pour himself a glass of water, ready to take medicine.


    When he went back to the house, he saw that the light was still on in his father''s house. It had been more than an hour since he came into the house. His father had a good sleep, especially on the night when he ate and drank wine, he would turn off the light in 20 minutes.


    If he really can''t sleep for such a long time, dad will come to see if he''s asleep. If he''s still awake, just talk for a while, but dad didn''t look for him today.


    Yan hang hesitated for a moment. He walked to the door and listened to the movement in the room.


    It''s very quiet. I can''t hear any sound, but I can smell the light smoke.


    Don''t sleep at night, smoke in the room, smoke to the door can smell, this is Dad''s rare state.


    For so many years, except for his whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been in good health. He has almost never smoked like this.


    Yan hang raised his hand to knock on the door, but he didn''t knock down until his hand was sour.


    Finally he went back to his room, took two pills and went to sleep.


    The medicine is still useful. At least I fell asleep. When I wake up in the morning, I feel my head is swollen.


    Yan hang walked out of the room slowly with 86 Jin of head on his head and looked at his father. The door of the room had been opened.


    He went over and looked in. Dad wasn''t in. He looked back at the shoe rack. Dad''s shoes weren''t in. He should have gone out.


    He went into the room and opened all the windows that were only open.


    Dad has the habit of folding quilts when he gets up, so he can''t tell whether he slept or not last night, but the smell of smoke in the room doesn''t completely disperse, which proves that even if he slept, he didn''t sleep for long. This smell should have been smoking in the first half of the night.


    After washing with a heavy head, he was thinking about what to get for breakfast when the door of the living room rang. Yan hang turned his head and his father came in with a bag of hot breakfast.


    "Did you buy breakfast?" Yan hang asked.


    "You didn''t sleep well yesterday," Dad put the bag on the table, "so I went to buy it very considerately. Yesterday, the first day of junior high school told me that there was a breakfast shop over there that was delicious and had many varieties."


    "Are you two still talking about this?" Yan hang took out the small lunch boxes one by one in the bag, "just like the two old ladies.""We''re talking about people''s livelihood," my father said. "How can an old lady be as senior as us?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ "Oh," Yan hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box, but it really had a wide range of kinds, and it sold well. He took a box of his favorite pumpkin cake and took a bite. "What else did he talk about people''s livelihood?"


    "He also told me that there are several clothes sellers in the vegetable market. Although the geographical location is very embarrassing, the quality of clothes is OK and cheap." Dad said with a smile, "but after he finished, he thought that we would not go there to buy clothes. This child is very poor and funny, but he still has low self-esteem."


    "Just like his grandmother, ordinary children have to feel inferior," Yan hang said. "His mother seems to have It''s not so good


    When talking about grandma, mom and other things, Yan hang didn''t feel anything about it, but today he kowtowed for no reason.


    Dad should have noticed it and sighed.


    Yan hang stopped making noise and continued to eat breakfast.


    Dad stood up and walked behind him: "prince, I didn''t sleep well. Is my head heavy again?"


    "Well, more than 200 Jin." Yan hang said.


    Dad reached out and scratched his head. The weight was very appropriate. His scalp suddenly relaxed. He leaned back in the chair and asked Dad to continue to massage him.


    Dad is very respectful and dedicated to his job, from head to head, then to the back of his neck, and then to his shoulder.


    "Come back in the evening and bring some food and wine," Dad said. "Have a drink and have a chat."


    "What are you talking about?" Yan hang asked.


    "What do you want to talk about?" Dad was knocking on his shoulder.


    Yan hang bit his lip, determined to have a quick minute, he opened his mouth: "talk about how my mother died."


    Dad quickly knocked on his right shoulder, and then continued to knock on his left shoulder: "OK."


    I feel like I''m going to be late. I get up 20 minutes later than usual.


    He doesn''t have an alarm clock. The mobile phone alarm clock is too slow, either doesn''t work or can''t be turned off. So he always gets up by the biological clock. If the biological clock fails, he won''t be called by anyone until noon.


    But when you get up, you will be scolded.


    "The result is not so good, also has the face to oversleep," the grandmother is carrying the cigarette, "even gets up a bed oneself all cannot get up, the trash!"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. After washing quickly, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door.


    As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw several people standing at the corner of the building. He suddenly stopped, turned and ran in the opposite direction.


    It was Liang Bing and some of his friends. It seems that they just came back from playing all night. Now it''s time to refresh themselves. Instead of kicking him off, he''d better stay away.


    Just go out from the opposite direction, and you have to make a detour to the school.


    There''s no time to eat breakfast. Just don''t be late.


    Junior high school from primary school to junior high school these years, the number of late than a V can count.


    He didn''t want to be late, he didn''t want to sit well in the whole class, and he didn''t come into the classroom until the teacher stood on the platform, so no matter what, he should try not to be late.


    Today should not be late, do not eat early all the way, almost just before the school gate.


    If he hadn''t been dreaming all night and didn''t sleep well yesterday, he would not have been able to sleep in the morning. He was a little depressed.


    But it''s also amazing. There was Yan hang in all his dreams that night.


    Yan hang took him to stand by the river. Yan hang ran with him. Yan hang had a barbecue with him. Yan hang took a Steeler and said, "this is a Steeler."


    In fact, it''s not magic. I think about it every day and have a dream at night.


    Yan hang has been looking forward to the day when he can communicate and chat with him like ordinary people and friends.


    Waiting for a long time, once met, the impression will have been deep into the dream.


    Ran to the school, just on duty teacher ready to close, the first day out of the speed of escape, rushed past.


    Four or five other students ran into the school with him, all stopped by the teacher.


    The management of the school is very strict. Those who come in when the school closes are late, and they have to be written down and deducted points.


    But the first day of junior high school was not stopped. When he ran in from the two teachers, the teacher didn''t seem to see him.


    Stealth was successful.


    He pinched the steely spirit in his pocket.


    Sure enough, it''s fine. It works.


    Li Zihao hasn''t bothered him these days, and he hasn''t come to ask if he has brought the one he asked him to bring to Yan hang.


    Of course, it''s impossible to bring that sentence to Yan hang on the first day of junior high school. In his opinion, that sentence is just like "you wait for me". It''s just a process.


    When the atmosphere arrives, we have to say.


    As for the end, I''m afraid the owner of this sentence may not remember.


    Compared with Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will upset junior one.The students who made trouble for him were all fake gangsters, not even fake gangsters. They just wanted to make trouble with him.


    But Liang Bing is not. Liang Bing is a real jerk.


    The best way to meet him is to make a detour.


    People in the residential area of their family frown when they mention Liang Bing.


    Not to mention the ability, it''s mainly shameless.


    Even Grandma, who had been invincible all her life, would not fight Liang Bing in general.


    The first day of junior high school, I feel very unlucky. When I meet Liang Bing at school, I can still meet him after school.


    Liang Bing doesn''t go far away either. His range of activities is in his home. It''s probably his safe area. Out of this area, he may be cleaned up by others.


    In short, at noon after school, I wanted to go back from the small street in front of Yan Hang''s house. It was the nearest way for him to go home. I usually went here. As soon as I got to the intersection, I saw Liang Bing swinging on the road.


    Fortunately, I turned my back to this side and didn''t see him. On the first day of junior high school, I could only go forward and go back by a long way.


    Results around a circle, just to the intersection, and see Liang Bing head-on waves come.


    Is this a street patrol!


    "Ah The first day of junior high school yelled in a low voice, but turned around again.


    Back in the street, he was a little angry.


    There was no idea of going home for dinner. He took out his mobile phone and called his mother.


    "The school has something to do. I''ll take care of it at noon." He was interrupted by his mother before he finished.


    "OK, I know. I won''t come back for dinner," said my mother. "I''ll bring some noodles when I come back in the afternoon. Do you still have money there?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "Your father is at home today. You come back and ask your father to give you the money for the noodles." Mom said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school.


    After the phone call, he had no target. After wandering in the street for a while, he crossed the bridge and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.


    After two steps, he stopped. Should Yan hang be working in the western restaurant here?


    He was suddenly a little excited. As he walked in, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan hang.


    -Which western restaurant do you work in?


    After waiting for a long time, Yan hang didn''t reply to him. He looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was time to eat. Yan hang was probably busy.


    He was suddenly a little embarrassed, so he put his cell phone back in his pocket and walked along the road.


    After a while, I saw a western restaurant with a recruitment sign at the door.


    He stopped and looked in. Should it be this one? But I didn''t see Yan hang.


    He hesitated for a moment, leaned against a nearby tree and continued to look in.


    Just two or three minutes later, a man came out. He didn''t dare to look at his face on the first day of junior high school. He was afraid that if it was a waiter who saw him pestle here for a long time, he would ask.


    "Go in?" The man went up to him and asked.


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school raised his head after hearing the sound.


    Yan hang wore the uniform of the restaurant, with black background and red edge, and an apron.


    The uniform is very ugly. It can compete with their school uniform, but Yan Hang''s dress is very pleasing to the eye.


    "Please have a meal," Yan hang said


    Junior one followed him into the restaurant.


    It''s delicious.


    The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food, including the smell of baked snacks, coffee, and all kinds of steaks, pork chops and mutton chops.


    This is his first time in a western restaurant.


    Last year, my aunt took him to eat Western food, but my mother didn''t let him go. Finally, my aunt had to pack two steaks for him.


    Grandma scolded all night while eating.


    The first day of junior high school took a few mouthfuls carefully, but they didn''t taste it.


    "Sit here," Yan hang took him to the corner by the window. "Wait for me."


    "Yan hang," the first day of junior high school called him, "are you off duty?"


    "After work, I''ll take turns eating," Yan said. "Sit here and wait for me."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Yan hang walked away. He was still a little nervous. At the moment, there were several tables of guests in the shop. They were eating and chatting in a low voice. They looked very advanced.


    When he sat down here in his old school uniform, it seemed that he had entered the wrong door.


    Fortunately, Yan hang came soon with a pizza and two drinks in his hand.


    The first day of junior high school stood up quickly, ready to pick up.


    "Sit down," said Yan hang, putting the pizza and drinks on the table. "There''s no way for the kitchen. Do you still want to go in and help people wash the dishes?"


    "Yes, I can." Chuichi smiles and sits back on the chair.


    "I also ordered a steak for you," said Yan hang. "It will be ready in a moment. What kind of juice would you like?"


    "Juice?" At the beginning, he was stunned, looking at the drink in front of him, "isn''t there any juice"Black pepper," Yan hangle said, "I like black pepper juice."


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t recover until Yan hang walked away with a smile. He said it was the juice on the steak.


    While waiting for the steak, he saw Yan hang serving two tables of guests.


    It''s beautiful.


    Yan Hang''s actions are very natural, but every action is very handsome. He even saw a little sister at a table come out with a mobile phone to take candid photos.


    The first day of junior high school was very inspired, so he took out his mobile phone.


    When he saw Yan hang coming with a tray covered with a big lid, he secretly pointed his mobile phone at Yan hang.


    But.


    It wasn''t until Yan hang came up to him that the shutter of his mobile phone snapped.


    I photographed a huge, fuzzy, white lid.


    However, compared with the failure of candid shooting, the click sound of mobile phone is the most depressing one.


    "Do you want to shoot me or steak?" Yan hang lifted the lid and took a look at him. The smile from the corner of his mouth was almost overwhelming.


    "You," the first day of junior high school, looking at the steak, "don''t have a cell phone, don''t deserve it, together."


    "It''s time to change your mobile phone," Yan hang poured the black pepper juice on the steak and sat down. "My father has a new mobile phone, which has been used for a year. Would you like to use it?"


    "I have," said junior one, "new."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Apple, apple," the first sigh, "aunt sent, did not dare to let my mother know, know."


    "Well, your mother didn''t say anything when you took the shoes back last time. A new mobile phone is not allowed to use?" Yan hang said.


    "Little, auntie, no way." Junior one looks at the steak.


    "The steak is yours," Yan hang picked up a piece of pizza. "Let''s eat the pizza together."


    The two of us.


    Together.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly has a very comfortable warmth.


    After warming up, I remembered: "you don''t, don''t eat Don''t you have enough to eat? "


    "Talking about tongue twister," Yan hang said with a smile, "I''m in a bad mood today. I can''t eat anything. Just eat it."


    "Oh." Junior one hesitated to pick up the knife and fork.


    I''ve seen how to use knives and forks on TV, but it''s the first time he''s been eating like this. He''s very careful. He''s afraid that he might accidentally throw the meat to Yan hang.


    Yan Hang is also in a bad mood.


    So free and unrestrained Yan hang, will also be in a bad mood?


    "You What''s the matter? " Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "Talk to my dad in the evening." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi looks at him with a piece of meat, but he doesn''t understand.


    "There are some things you want to know, but you are afraid to know," Yan hang said while eating pizza. "You think it''s best not to know, but you really don''t know, and you don''t think it''s true to live. If you know, it may be empty."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned for a long time, but he didn''t understand what Yan hang said: "if you speak Chinese, you can speak the same as English and Chinese."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughs, "illiterate."


    "I was in junior high school, middle school," junior one said, "illiterate."


    Yan hang couldn''t stop laughing. He leaned back in his chair for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school looked at him and thought that Yan hang had a good laugh and looked very happy.


    Why can you still be in a bad mood.


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 Chapter 13

    Yan Hang is not in a good mood. To be exact, he is easily in a bad mood. If he stays for 20 minutes, he may go down to the end.


    He was so weak that he didn''t dare to offend him.


    After today''s saying, I thought I could relax a lot. At least I put the question in front of my father, instead of the fact that for so many years, both of them had tacit understanding and ignored the thorn stuck between them.


    But it''s not easy. On the contrary, it adds resistance and uneasiness.


    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


    "Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."


    "I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.


    "OK, I''ll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."


    "Well, I''ll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.


    At this moment, sporadic students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan hang looked to the supermarket and found that the gangster was no longer squatting there. He was strolling to the corner with some friends.


    Yan Hang''s walking posture was very unpleasant to his eyes. He was like a crab with lame legs. He was afraid that he would not be able to see that he was a gangster if he kept his legs.


    Two high school boys passed by, and the crab flicked the cigarette end to one of the faces.


    The boy turned his head in anger, and the crabs immediately turned around. It was obvious that they were in high spirits. As long as the other side resisted a little, they would rush up.


    The boy''s classmates gave him a hand and they left.


    The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy. He continued to walk forward with his legs swinging.Yan hang got to the street ahead of them. Now more and more students came home. Yan hang was looking for the first day of junior high school among these students.


    There''s no need to look at the students in groups. Only when they are bullied in the first day of junior high school will they be there. Li Zihao''s team hasn''t bothered him these days, so he must be alone.


    But after watching it for a long time, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    If it''s not the first day of junior high school, it''s because he''s too short to see.


    Crab also came to the street, leaning on the road sign pillar, chatting with people.


    The street is very wide. Yan Hang is standing here, but the crab doesn''t see it. Otherwise, he will come to find trouble for him.


    Just want to make a phone call to ask the first day of junior high school, the mobile phone rang, a message came in.


    It''s from the first time.


    -What are you doing standing there?


    Yan hang picks his eyebrows. Is this boy invisible?


    He raised his eyes and looked around. There was a T-junction at the corner of the street. There were a lot of people and cars on the busy road. The first day of junior high school could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn''t find it after a long time.


    "Are you invisible?" Yan hang sent a voice.


    -I''m behind the tree


    tree? Yan hang was stunned. There was a row of trees on the opposite side of the road. When he saw the fourth one by one, an arm suddenly came out from behind the tree and shook it.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang couldn''t help laughing, put his cell phone back in his pocket and crossed the road.


    Junior one doesn''t want to have a conflict with crabs. As long as crabs don''t take the initiative to make trouble, Yan hang doesn''t intend to take the lead for him. So after crossing the street, Yan hang stands by the tree and looks in front of the shop window.


    "How long will you be standing here?" He asked.


    "I''ll leave early without you." The face of the first day is facing the tree.


    "Where are you going?" Yan hang asked.


    "Around, a far, OK," the first day of junior high school slanted to look at him, "you buy, buy vegetables?"


    "Come out for a walk after you buy it," said Yan hang. "Let''s go. Let''s see how to get around."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. He peeped out an eye from behind the tree and looked over at the crab. Then he turned around and went on along the road.


    Yan hang followed: "is there a supermarket here? I''ll buy some wine later. "


    "Yes, I will. I''ll take you." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang followed the first day of junior high school and circled the residential area for most of the time, returning to the road they always passed when they were running.


    "Come round here, this is it?" He looked around.


    "God, strange." Junior one said, another pointed to the side, "supermarket."


    "When is the end of your daily hiding." Yan hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.


    "Graduation, it''s OK," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''ll go and work."


    "It''s not allowed to recruit child labor now," Yan hang said. "You can only get a fake certificate, but you''ll be underage if you look like this. You can''t do it."


    "Ah." At first I was stunned.


    "At least I went to high school," Yan hang said, "any vocational school or technical secondary school will do."


    "Yes, it''s reasonable," the first day of junior high school seemed to be a little excited suddenly. "In the exam, I''m far away. No one knows me. I''ll do it."


    "What do you want to learn?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, I don''t know." Junior one doesn''t seem to care much about what to learn.


    Yan hang feels that as long as he can leave the current environment, it doesn''t matter if he can learn to carry a big bag.


    The first day of junior high school, after wandering in the happy imagination for a while, felt something from his pocket and came out: "here, look."


    "Show me?" Yan hang took over and said, "I thought you gave it to me. You stutter very skillfully."


    "This is too shabby for you." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looked at the little thing in his hand. It was a small black stone, which had been ground into a hexagon, and it was actually very fine.


    "Niubi," Yan hang scratched on the stone with his fingernails, very hard, "what kind of grinding do you take?"


    "On the ground." Junior one said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Squatting on the floor rubbing Yan hang was surprised, "you have a lot of time."


    "Grinding a week, since, self-study class." Chuyi smiles.


    "What''s the material of the classroom floor in your school?" Yan hang asked.


    "Outside, outside," the first day of junior high school said, "when I don''t have a teacher, I go out."


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, almost able to guess why the first day of junior high school was like this.


    "Are you happy?" The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant.


    "Don''t you say you won''t give it to me." Yan hang said.


    "Hit it again, polish it, it will look good." First day of junior high school.


    "Give it to me when it''s polished," said Yan hang. "I''ll drill an eye to be a chain."


    "Good." Chuyi nodded happily and looked at his ankle again.


    "What are you looking at?" Yan hang grabbed his trouser legs and raised them, revealing his ankles. "It''s perfect. It''s nice to tie a bottle cap."Junior one did not speak, gave him a clap.


    "Smoke you," Yan hang pointed to him and patted him on the shoulder, "OK, it''s safe, go home quickly."


    After waving goodbye to Chu Yi, Yan Hang''s mood had already slipped all the way, shrinking uneasily at the bottom of the valley.


    But when he came home with wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables. There was already the smell of rice in the room, and he felt at ease again.


    This tension and relaxation crisscross mood is a bit difficult to control.


    "Can you make another patty, baby?" Dad asked.


    "All right." Yan hang put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen.


    "Add curry --" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.


    "Good," Yan replied.


    I don''t know when he began to like cooking. Chinese food and Western food are all right. Standing at the desk and looking at the ingredients in front of him, who is what kind of flavor, who will have what kind of aroma with whom, who will have what kind of color, and what kind of flavor you want can be predicted and controlled.


    It''s simpler and clearer than many other things.


    It''s easy to cook today. After a while, he made three dishes and one soup.


    Curry patty, three cups of chicken, sweet and sour ribs, except for a Porphyra egg soup, it''s all meat.


    Dad took two glass teacups and filled them with wine.


    Yan hang sat down and put a piece of ribs in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his father over there had already picked up the cup and had a big mouthful of wine.


    "Slow down." He took a look at Dad.


    "Eating vegetables and drinking wine in a big bowl," my father said with a smile, "people live for decades."


    "Our goal is not a hundred years." Yan hang took a drink from the glass.


    Compared with Erguotou, he prefers beer, but what Dad loves most is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest one.


    Dad laughed and took another sip. Then he took a piece of meat cake and ate it slowly. After a long time, he said, "I''ve delayed you."


    This puzzling sentence made Yan Hang''s chopsticks ready to pick vegetables pause in the air: "how can I say it''s the same as that my daughter can''t get married."


    Dad was happy and looked at him: "if only you were a girl."


    "Why didn''t you have two at the beginning? Maybe you''ll have another one." Yan hang said.


    Dad''s smile solidified for a moment. Yan hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he didn''t know how to get them back.


    I had to bow my head and take a sip.


    "Yes," dad picked up the cup, "mainly There''s no chance. "


    Yan hang looks at the wine in the glass and doesn''t make a sound.


    "You were less than two years old when your mother died, and you didn''t have time to wait for you to get older." Dad smiles.


    It seems that dad is not going to eat tonight, just drink.


    Perhaps in order to speed up the process of "chatting", he ate half of the meat pie, drank most of the wine, and filled himself up.


    "You deserve to be my son. You''re so calm," my father said. "It''s been so many years to ask."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took a drink and continued to eat.


    "When I was young, I suffered a lot," my father said. "I can''t remember where your grandparents came from. I knew that I was worried about how to live day by day. I dared to do anything for money."


    "If I knew I was living well now, I would not have to worry about it then." Yan hang said.


    Dad laughed, reached over and slapped him on the head: "you boy."


    After another sip, he sighed, "how are you doing now?"


    Yan hang was silent.


    "Your mother, in fact, is not very good-looking," Dad said, "tall, white skin, really not good-looking."


    The topic suddenly turned around without warning. Yan hang raised his head and looked at his father.


    This is the first time he''s ever heard his father mention his mother.


    He felt indescribable feelings in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, no emotional sustenance, and even had a kind of curiosity that seemed to explore a stranger for a moment.


    But under these, there is a faint smell.


    This tall, white, not very good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.


    Once that feeling comes up, everything changes.


    He suddenly felt like crying.


    "But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad laughed.


    "It''s not appropriate for you to judge your wife like that." Yan hang also laughed.


    "It''s OK. I said the same thing to her face." Dad took the glass, and the wine had gone down half a cup, "wild and stubborn..."Dad''s voice went down: "you have to marry me."


    "Face." Yan hang said.


    "No," Dad whispered, "what face do you want with her?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    There was a tremor in dad''s voice.


    After a while, he drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine, his voice was stable again: "your grandparents are very kind to me. I helped them pull the goods from the supermarket downstairs. By the way, I helped them pull a broken fridge and got to know each other. They love to educate people. When they caught me, they went back and forth to educate me and forced me to borrow books."


    Yan hang said with a smile: "the goods in your stomach were all saved at that time, right?"


    "Well, your mother is ignorant and refuses to read. I''ve read all her books." Dad said with a smile.


    "And then?" Yan hang asked.


    "Later, they fell out and said that they would not communicate with each other when they were old." Dad''s smile was gone. "They really did not communicate with each other when they were old."


    "Why?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Because I married your mother," my father sighed. "I wish I didn''t marry her. I don''t look good. I wish I didn''t marry her."


    Yan hang looked at his father''s hand holding the cup. His knuckles turned white because of his strength. The wine in the cup gently rippled out circles of thin waves. He could see that his hand was shaking badly.


    "Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.


    "Well." Yan hang answered gently, and suddenly he regretted it.


    "That day you slept very honestly, so we went out for a barbecue as soon as possible. When we finished eating, Dad turned his head and looked at him," someone stabbed and robbed people in the street. "


    Yan Hang''s heart sank suddenly.


    "Your mother rushed past, especially fierce, she has always been particularly fierce, she is not a donkey, donkey can not compare with her," Dad said with a smile, "I also quickly past, this kind of thing I have to go up to be decent."


    Yan hang stood still in his chair, listening to his father''s laughter disappear.


    "I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "When I woke up, your mother was lying next to me. When I took her hand, she was cold through..."


    "Did you catch anyone?" Yan hang asked with some difficulty.


    "No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what the man looked like."


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 Chapter 14

    Yan hang heard about his mother for the first time, but these things have been pressing in his father''s heart for more than ten years.


    It was so long that he didn''t seem to know how to express it. He could only drink a lot and finally fell asleep on the table.


    Yan hang sat at the table, looking at a table of dishes and the empty wine bottle in front of his father.


    This "chat" didn''t last half an hour.


    But he felt empty.


    He knew his mother was dead, but he didn''t think it was in this way.


    It''s so sudden, unprepared and unprepared. It''s even like a passer-by in a movie, who has no sense and can''t see his face clearly.


    A somewhat simplistic accident.


    In addition to close relatives, I''m afraid that in the past ten years, even if it''s a pending case that hasn''t caught the murderer, few people will remember it.


    Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.


    After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.


    "Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."


    Yan hang doesn''t have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".


    And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn''t remember it any more.


    But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.


    When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.


    Dad didn''t sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.


    Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking.


    "Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.


    "Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It''s hard to sleep on your stomach."


    "How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."


    "It''s all like this, so don''t be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.


    "How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."


    Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father''s arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."


    "Do you think I''m selfish," Dad said in a low voice as he lay down on the bed. "I''ve thought about it too. Forget it, for my son But I can''t. She''s right next to me Right next to me... "


    Dad clenched his fist: "it''s all ice in my hands I''m sorry for you I regret all my life. I wish I didn''t know your mother. I wish I didn''t get married. You said I didn''t want to go to school. I didn''t follow you... "


    Yan hang sat by the bed. He waited until his father had gone to bed and stopped talking. Then he got up, turned off the light in the room, went back to the living room and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.


    Generally, when he is in no mood, he has to leave the dishes to the next day, but today''s meal is really depressing, so he wants to wash it quickly and erase this unpleasant trace.


    After taking a bath, he went back to the house much earlier than when he was sleeping normally, but he was a little sleepy.


    Maybe after drinking, he and his father often drink together, but they seldom drink like this. Two bottles of wine were almost consumed in less than an hour, and now they were a little dizzy.


    His last sober memory is that he picked up his mobile phone and took a look at the small expression in the circle of friends of today''s first day of junior high school.


    But I didn''t even remember the little expression, so I fell asleep.


    Yan hang doesn''t like to dream very much. When he can''t sleep well, he has many dreams. It''s like watching a dozen dog blood dramas at the same time. The key is that he can''t remember a single frame when he wakes up.


    I''ll be very tired, like I didn''t sleep.


    But it''s out of his control, even like today''s night when he feels like he''s in a coma when he closes his eyes.


    He still had a dream.


    An aunt and an uncle.


    Both of them seem to be wrapped in grey fog.


    Aunt has been crying, but also pinched his neck to cry, he can not hear the sound of crying, there is no sense of suffocation when the neck was pinched After all, it''s in a dream.


    But the fear is clear.


    Uncle said that I didn''t want to see him at a glance. I turned to stare at him again. I didn''t want to see you at a glance.


    Then the scene changes.


    It''s you who should die.


    It''s all fragmented scenes.


    The shaking figures are like the sound of being torn to pieces in the strong wind, and the scene of an incomplete stage play.


    All the things disappeared when Yan hang opened his eyes and cleared up. He opened his eyes for a second, and the chaos around him faded away.It was like a dream many years ago. The color faded, the sound disappeared, and the feeling became chaotic.


    Yan hang screwed his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes.


    I took a look at my mobile phone and got up half an hour earlier than usual.


    He sat beside the bed, stunned. The dreams that had faded so fast that he could even sigh away made him still in a trance. After a while, he jumped out of the bed.


    He ran to his father''s room with his shoes on. Yesterday, the doors of his two rooms were not closed. He just wanted to listen to his father.


    There was no one in the room, and the quilt on the bed was not folded.


    Yan hang was nervous for a while. He turned around and walked to the living room, shouting: "old Yan!"


    "The toilet!" Dad''s voice came out of the toilet.


    "What are you doing in the toilet?" Yan hang was relieved and asked again for no reason.


    "Can I still have breakfast in the toilet?" Dad said, "do you really want me to answer truthfully?"


    "What would you like for breakfast?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Can I ask after I go out?" Dad said.


    "I''m sorry." Yan hang smiles, goes to the window and sits on the windowsill.


    Now, earlier than usual, I could hear birds singing on the big tree outside the door, which was very happy.


    This voice, coupled with the people who came and went in front of him, made him relax slowly, leaning against the window frame.


    Today, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school passing by. Maybe after the crab came back, he couldn''t walk this way. He had to adjust his route to school according to the crab''s crawling track.


    "Will you go to the music festival?" Dad didn''t know when he was standing behind him.


    "Well?" Yan hang looked back at his father and said, "do you know the local music festival that day?"


    "Yes," Dad said, "if you go, take me one."


    "You want to join in the fun?" Yan hang laughed, "then take you."


    "Do you want me to prepare a suit that fits the theme?" Dad asked. Make complaints about your image,


    , "Yan hang said." besides, I didn''t wear school uniform on the first day, that''s the small number one sportswear. You are so offbeat. I''m afraid he can''t carry it.


    Dad grinned and pinched his shoulder: "son."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "I love you." Dad said.


    Yan hang was stunned and looked at him.


    "Give me some face," Dad said with a Tut, "what''s the response?"


    "Dad, I love you too." Yan hang said.


    "Can you have baked rice early?" Dad said, "you get up so early today, you can''t fill in the time without cooking."


    ¡°¡­¡­ You asked me to make baked rice for you in the morning? You still have to cook now, "Yan hang glared at him." that''s why you''ve been numb for a long time, isn''t it


    Dad sat on the sofa with a happy smile.


    Yan hang stares at him for a long time. Finally, he jumps off the windowsill and takes the materials from the refrigerator into the kitchen.


    Dad seems to have returned to his former state. The painful memories of last night seem to have dissipated with the strength of wine.


    But Yan hang didn''t find the light and light he wanted.


    Are you looking or hiding?


    What do you want to do, or have you done?


    What are those in the dream?


    The answer to one question leads to more questions.


    Now he has no courage to ask again.


    Today''s self-study, the teacher came around and went out, the classroom gradually became lively.


    On the first day of junior high school, he was lying on the desk to do his homework. His classmates chatted happily with the front and back tables. The table was hit from time to time. His handwriting was written like thunder. When the table shook, it was almost too rare for thunder to chop.


    He looked around, lowered his head, put the pen into the hole in the desk, got up and walked out of the classroom.


    This week, they took turns in their seats, and he changed to the position near the back door, which is very good. He can go in and out of the classroom without any sound. With the blessing of the master, every time he comes out, it''s like he''s invisible.


    Of course, even if someone saw him, no one would care.


    On the side of the teaching building is the wall of the school, where few people go. He usually stays there when he comes out and sits on a big stone which feels very comfortable.


    Usually I am in a daze, grinding stones to play.


    Today is not the same. Yan hang said that he liked the little black stone and wanted to tie it to his ankles, so he felt pressure immediately.


    In fact, he grinds stones when he has nothing to do. His father also gave him a set of small tools, but Grandma sold them. Fortunately, he took out a small file and a small drill to play with, but they didn''t sell them.


    Now he usually uses a small file to repair the details after grinding on the ground.


    He has polished many stones, black, white, red, yellow, flowered, round, polygonal, flowered and heart-shaped. In fact, today''s black one is not the best one. He grinds it casually.Knowing that Yan hang liked it, he made a complicated shape.


    Yan hang said that two days after he liked it, he had to do a good job today.


    He never went to Yan Hang''s home to study, so he never met Yan hang, but Yan hang never contacted him.


    Junior one was a little worried. He didn''t know how to maintain the "friend" relationship. After all, he had little experience.


    He can only finish the stone quickly, and then go to find Yan hang.


    He took a small file out of his pocket, trimmed the edges of the stone, and then took a piece of fine sandpaper to polish it.


    Although the shape is simple and not good-looking, the texture of this stone is very good, especially hard, and the black is also very pure. After polishing, it will be very beautiful if you brush some varnish.


    By the way, we have to drill a hole


    The mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. When I took out my mobile phone on the first day of junior high school, I felt a little surprised. How could someone send a message during class time?


    No one sent it to him when he was not in class.


    It took a long time for the phone to turn on the message.


    It''s Yan hang.


    -Do you lead the way to the music festival in the evening?


    Chuyi laughs. He thinks that the music festival he said that day was just a casual mention. He didn''t expect that Yan hang really wanted to go.


    -Yeah, are you going?


    -Who will you take if I don''t go?


    -Then I''ll come to you after dinner?


    -You tell your family to come over for dinner, and my father will go too.


    - OK


    I''m a little excited on the first day of junior high school, just like when I went on a spring outing in primary school, when a child volunteered to join him.


    Although the child ate up his fried rice, he didn''t talk to him again.


    Today, dad is at home. He can just go back and talk to Dad.


    Then you can go out with Yan hang and uncle Yan!


    Go out and play!


    He can''t even find company for a walk. Now he can go to the music festival with others.


    His hands trembled a little as he polished the stone.


    "The poor little boy won''t go this way after school this afternoon?" Dad stood at the window and looked out.


    "I''m afraid I''ll run into the washing, shearing and blowing gangsters who have just returned from the building next door." Yan Hang is cutting diced beef in the kitchen. Later, he has to chop shrimp paste.


    "Ah," my father sighed, lit a cigarette and continued to look out, "so I always said, ah, there are some people who come and go who have no stories."


    "Lao Yan! The water is boiling, "Yan hang called," let''s blanch the chicken wings first. "


    "All right." Dad was carrying a cigarette. He just came in and went out again. He put down the cigarette and then came in again. He poured the chicken wings into the pot.


    "Is the preparation almost done?" Dad asked.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "when he comes, he''ll do it. He can eat it in 20 minutes."


    Dad stood beside him. After blanching the chicken wings, he fished them out and put them into a big bowl: "can you talk with junior one?"


    "Didn''t you talk to him?" Yan hang said.


    "I think he''s just a kid," Dad said, leaning on the desk. "You''re about the same age Is it about the same? "


    "He''s fourteen or fifteen, probably." Yan hang said.


    "I think he''s like a schoolboy standing with you." Dad laughed.


    "I don''t know who told the pupils that I was one meter four that day." Yan hang took a look at him.


    "Revenge," Dad tut a, thought about it and asked in a low voice, "can we talk?"


    "It''s OK. Anyway, it won''t be cold. He''s funny," Yan hang began to chop shrimp mud. "I haven''t had much contact with others, and I don''t compare."


    Dad didn''t say anything. After a while, he took the pepper and looked at it: "I''ll grind it for you?"


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    With all the preparatory work done, Yan hang took out his mobile phone, took a picture and sent it to Weibo.


    When I sat down in the living room, dad was watching the news again.


    Yan hang listened to the news while watching his mobile phone. He didn''t know what kind of news and details his father could get.


    Until the end of the news and the beginning of the weather forecast, Yan hang didn''t hear anything.


    "Why hasn''t the first day of junior high school come yet? Don''t you come back after you''ve finished learning? " Dad looked at the time, "it''s been more than an hour since school."


    "Yes," Yan hang Leng Leng, has been listening to the news, did not pay attention to the time, "I ask him."


    He sent a message to junior one, but after nearly ten minutes, junior one did not reply.


    Yan hang remembers that he didn''t go home for lunch on the first day of the new year. When he ran back, he was a little flustered and worried. Suddenly, he was worried that his grandmother would clean him up because he didn''t eat at home today.


    At the thought of the white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows, Yan hang couldn''t help frowning.He dialed the number of grade one directly.


    "Why?" Dad looked at him.


    "The message doesn''t come back," Yan hang listened to the dial tone in his mobile phone and waited until he hung up automatically. "The phone doesn''t answer either..."


    "Can''t it be when I came here that I met a gangster from guilou?" Dad said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can''t it be this coincidence? " Yan hang Leng Leng, "he doesn''t take this road these days."


    "It''s impossible not to come here for dinner." Dad looked at him.


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He looked at his father, and they stood up at the same time.


    "I''ll go." Yan hang said.


    "I want to join in the fun." Dad said.


    "Yan hang," Liang Bing said, holding his cell phone and looking at the screen, "who is this man? Why haven''t I heard of such a man? "


    The first day of junior high school, standing in the corner of the wall, the hot pain from the root of his ear to his neck made him unable to bear it.


    "Yo," said one of the people next to him, "can you recognize the word Nian Yan?"


    "Yan Zi, envoy to Chu! I haven''t learned it! " Liang Bing said, "be illiterate


    And Yan Jidao.


    On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing doesn''t know who Yan Jidao is. Yan Shu is more famous. Maybe he can know a Yan Shu


    "Ah Liang Bing yelled, "what the hell are you talking to, pretending to be dead?"


    The homophony of this sentence, a stone hit the head of junior one.


    The stone is not big. It''s much smaller than the brick. Liang Bing didn''t use much when he hit it, but his head was still in pain.


    "Damn, it''s no fun to play with this man," said a man leaning against the wall. "There''s still a noise when throwing sandbags. It doesn''t even hum Are you a dumb motherfucker? "


    Wrong.


    I''m stammering.


    You''re stupid.


    "I''ll hear if there''s a sound." Liang Bing threw his mobile phone to the ground and came over.


    The first day of junior high school is very distressed. It is estimated that it will be a little difficult to exchange ideas when the mobile phone is dropped like this.


    "Make a noise!" Liang Bing comes and kicks him in the belly.


    The first day of junior high school quickly turned sideways and lowered his arm to block him. Liang Bing kicked his arm.


    "Damn it Liang Bing scolded and hit him on the head with a fist, "let''s make a noise!"


    Junior one raised his arm to block it.


    Liang Bing had something in his hand. When he swung it on his arm, it hurt.


    "You don''t make a damn noise, do you?" Liang Bing came to grab him and swung him to the wall next to him.


    On the first day of junior high school, he suddenly bumped into the wall. There was a piece of Venus in front of him, and he got several punches on his stomach and back. Liang Bing was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.


    "You," a man beside Liang bingchong tilted his head, "go and pick his pants for me. His grandmother loves bare arms, and his baby grandson must love bare arms."


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 Chapter 15

    At this time, there are very few people on the street. People who have dinner, watch TV at home and take a walk haven''t come out yet.


    As soon as Yan hang went out, he glanced at both sides of the road. When he went to the street, the lights were very bright, and everything seemed calm. When he went to the Chu family, he found that the lights were not all on, and he couldn''t see what was going on in the dark.


    "Go to his house," Dad said, "and make another call."


    "Well." Yan hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number of junior one.


    This time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, it''s that we can''t get through at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.


    This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.


    He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.


    When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.


    The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.


    "I''ll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.


    Junior one didn''t say a word, and didn''t move.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."


    On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.


    Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.


    Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.


    "Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing''s face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.


    "Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."


    Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.


    "To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don''t get into your twenties, it''s just three streets. It''s boring."


    Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn''t jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I''m planted today. Leave a name."


    "Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.


    Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn''t know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.


    Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.


    "Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."


    "Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go." Liang Bing turned and left.


    The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.


    It was quiet all around.


    Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang''s face and said, "is it serious


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It''s going to scab You didn''t hurt anything, did you? "


    Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I''m sorry."


    "You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn''t go on, just patted him on the head, "go."


    "Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."


    "No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.


    The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.


    "OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can''t see it. It''s very strong."


    "No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.


    The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.


    He was relieved.


    Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang''s home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.


    Nervous, scared, angry, anxious


    After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.


    From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.


    He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.


    Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.


    The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.


    "Didn''t you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi didn''t make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.


    "No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."


    Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    When he got home, Yan hang didn''t go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.


    "You don''t think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked.


    "14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.


    "Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"


    "I''ll change it right away. I''ll change my summer school. I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let''s change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."


    There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.


    When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers'' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.


    Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.


    The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person''s temperament is not the same with the clothes. It''s a little cool.


    It''s just too short.


    Tut tut.


    "Ice packs." Dad said it again.


    "Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.


    "A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.


    Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what''s the name of that man?"


    "Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don''t think I can help you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn''t mention it.


    Just now, he didn''t lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.


    He doesn''t care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn''t stay anywhere long.


    But junior one is different.


    As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.


    "On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."


    The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.


    "I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I''ll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can''t run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "It''s no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."


    "Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."


    "Tomorrow will do." Dad said.


    "Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don''t drink, drink?"


    "Lemon juice." Dad said right away.


    Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.


    "I drink lemon juice." Dad said.


    "Just this one." Yan hang said.


    "This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."


    I don''t know if I''m hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.


    But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.


    Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school.


    "Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I''ll call a car to come here later."


    "No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.


    "Not far?" Yan hang asked."If you don''t take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus


    Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it''s better to take a taxi."


    Junior one did not speak, sighed.


    I envy Yan hang very much.


    I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.


    The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.


    Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn''t believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.


    When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven


    I envy him very much, but he doesn''t have such a father.


    Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.


    And he is not Yan hang.


    "Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."


    "Let''s go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."


    Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."


    "Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.


    Yan Hang''s clothes smell very good. I don''t know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang''s own breath.


    He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.


    It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang''s face, he froze.


    Yan Hang is squinting at him.


    "Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian''er."


    "Washed clothes." Yan hang said.


    "No, it''s not," he said hastily. "I''m The clothes are very fragrant. "


    "because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.


    The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.


    After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.


    "Music Festival." He said.


    "All right." The driver nodded and drove out.


    Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don''t know which square has no influence, do we?"


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.


    When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.


    He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.


    It''s very smooth and feels very good.


    He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang''s hand: "here you are."


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 Chapter 16

    Yan hang looked down.


    In the palm of my hand is a bright black hexagon stone and a red string.


    With the subtle touch of the first day of junior high school carefully pressing things on his hands.


    "So soon?" Yan hang picked up the pebble, and the hole in the middle of the rope had been drilled.


    "No, soon," junior one looked at him nervously, "do you like it?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.


    "Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


    Before getting out of the car, he couldn''t help opening the red rope''s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.


    Junior one''s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.


    Today is the first day of the music festival, and it''s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.


    Music, people''s laughter and shouts.


    Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.


    He doesn''t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won''t take him on this occasion to join the fun.


    Today''s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year''s fireworks party.


    "Go to the front?" Dad asked.


    Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.


    The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.


    "Go to the tree over there. It''s too close. It''s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right." Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.


    There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.


    When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: "go up...""Ah." The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.


    However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn''t stand after he went up.


    "Hold on to me." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: "little short, son."


    "Get the hell out of here." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.


    There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.


    Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.


    Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he''s all right.


    In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.


    This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn''t even take a second.


    It''s so dry and crisp that it''s thrown away.


    No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.


    Dad didn''t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.


    "Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. "You can see clearly."


    "Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan." Junior one took the telescope.


    "Don''t call it that standard," Dad said. "It''s a long string."


    "Thank you, uncle." Junior one said.


    "Yes, that''s a lot easier." Dad nodded.


    Junior one looked down at the telescope: "I have not played this, this."


    "Now play," Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, "very clear."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, "OK, far away."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: "I see."


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy: "native goods."


    "Foreign goods," the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, "be serious."


    By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.


    When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.


    The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.


    It''s a song dad likes very much.


    My father''s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.


    ¡°One day£¬I won''t be insane¡­¡­¡± Dad started to sing along.


    Yan hang smiles and sings: "won''t play, all their football games, we all need to play..."


    The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," the first day of junior high school said, "take it as you please. It''s a surprise."


    After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.


    Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.


    The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.


    It''s like shouting.


    It''s like struggling.


    The noiseless confusion of black and white.


    Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.


    "The first day of junior high school," my father called, "how about changing places?"


    "Good." The first time I thought about it, I agreed.


    "Go there, farther away," my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"


    The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: "yes, I invite you to drink tea."


    "Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed," Yan said, "and he''s always thinking about treating people."


    "No, not every time, robbed." I jumped off the stone bench.


    "With uncle, it''s not your turn to treat," Dad said with a smile. "Go and sit there for a while."


    Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.


    After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi smiles at him: "your hands are a little cold.""Well," answered Yan hang, "the wind is strong."


    After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn''t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: "why don''t you call me brother Sheng and I''ll lead you across the street?"


    "You are, not harm, afraid." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.


    There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it''s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It''s very comfortable.


    They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.


    As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn''t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "didn''t you come out like this before?"


    "In the evening, at home," sat down on the first day of junior high school, "stupefied."


    "Isn''t that boring?" Dad sighed.


    "In Yeh, Yeh''s house is fun," the first day of junior high school turned the cup, "you can go on holiday."


    "Grandfather''s house is far away, isn''t it?" Dad asked again.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.


    This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.


    Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.


    "You stammer," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "when did it start?"


    "Remember, things start," the first thought, "my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way."


    "Then you are scared." Dad said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s not stupid


    "I can see that," Dad said. "You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won''t stammer."


    "Really Yes Do you... " Junior one said.


    Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.


    "You see, I don''t stammer anymore." Dad, clap.


    "He doesn''t stutter when he says three words." Yan hang said.


    Dad was happy: "then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "Fourteen, that''s the problem," Chuyi sighed. "It''s longer, longer, isn''t it?"


    Yan hang couldn''t hold his mobile phone with a smile: "the sentence behind you is long."


    "OK," Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, "straight Broadcast Is that right? "


    "No, video." Yan hang said.


    "You For What What... " The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of


    "Take your time," Yan said with a smile. "It''s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer."


    "Well." Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, "this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. "


    Yan hang and his father don''t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn''t care what he is. He doesn''t care.


    When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o''clock.


    "Yo," dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."


    "I don''t think I''ll be able to get a taxi at this moment," said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. "There are so many people."


    "Bus, deliver the car." Junior one said.


    Yan hang doesn''t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn''t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.


    However, there''s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can''t take a taxi. It''s too long to walk back. It''s just a crowded bus.


    And it''s really crowded.


    There are more than three people who can''t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.


    "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.


    Yan hang sighed and laughed: "shut up."


    After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.


    The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.


    As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: "ah!"


    "How," Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, "hard?"¡°¡­¡­ No, it''s not, "the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again," I''m not yet, I''m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. "


    "Why are you so surprised?" Yan hang asked.


    "Little stone," the first day of junior high school said, "yes, yes, no, it''s dropped?"


    "No," Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. "I can feel it. It''s not so easy to drop the clasp."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, "I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone."


    "Don''t worry," Yan hang said with a smile. "In fact, I haven''t received any gifts. I won''t lose them so easily."


    When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on.


    "See?" Yan hang asked.


    "A bottle, a cap." The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.


    "A bottle cap." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school began to laugh: "still say me, owe son."


    "Let''s go. Hurry up. I''ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again." Yan hang said.


    "No one cares about me at night," he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, "late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. "


    Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry.


    Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.


    The co driver''s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.


    "My father," the first day of junior high school, went over, "you''re back, coming?"


    "Where have you been?" On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, "get on the bus, I''ll see you off."


    With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away."


    "I..." There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang patted him on the back, "do you want to walk back alone?"


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, "it''s very open today, heart, good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    "Good night, uncle." The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.


    "Good night." Dad waved his hand.


    After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.


    After a moment''s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: "it''s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?"


    "I don''t know," Dad lit a cigarette and went on, "I saw him for the first time anyway."


    Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.


    In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.


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 Chapter 17

    The first day of junior high school is a little excited. He is very excited all night. He can feel that he is very excited. That means he is really excited.


    He sat in the co driver''s seat, humming all the time.


    "Are those two your new friends?" Dad asked.


    "Well, Yan hang," Chu nodded, "he gave me the clothes, clothes and shoes."


    "It''s Yan hang, isn''t it?" Dad looked at him. "Is that man his dad?"


    "Yes," Chuichi said with a smile, "just now, we went to the music festival and played together."


    "When did you meet?" Dad asked again.


    "Last month, last month." The first day of junior high school, I turned my head and looked at my father. My father has a lot of questions today. Generally, he seldom asks these questions. The whole family has no habit of understanding his various trends.


    "Well," dad pulled the car downstairs, found a place to stop, "do you know about his family?"


    "What, what?" Junior one frowned.


    "I think his father," he said, "is a little strange. You still Don''t associate with them. "


    At the beginning, I was stunned. I didn''t wait to ask again. My father had pulled out the car key and got out of the car.


    "Why, strange?" Junior one jumped out of the car and asked.


    "I''m just not sure," Dad said, "just to be safe."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered and didn''t ask any more.


    When I got home, my grandparents had already gone to bed. As soon as my mother sat on the sofa watching TV after taking a bath, she saw my father with a long face and said, "your team asked you to work overtime. Do you want to pay for overtime? It''s said that I''ve been there for one hour, but I''ve been there for several hours."


    "People have to be picked up. The plane is an hour late." Dad said.


    "Why do you want to go? Don''t you have a rest today! You are the only driver in your company Mother is very upset, "you are a counsellor, let you do what you want, even refuse all won''t!"


    "Lao Ding suddenly said he couldn''t come because of something, so Luo always called me. What can I do?" Dad sighed, went into the toilet and closed the door.


    "Lao Ding has not dealt with you for so long! You don''t know! "Lao Ding''s work makes you work overtime," my mother said reluctantly, "isn''t it disgusting?"


    Dad didn''t move in the bathroom.


    "What are you doing here! I''ve been crazy all night and can''t find my soul Mom turned her head.


    On the first day of junior high school, he quickly bowed his head to the desk, turned on the desk lamp and sat down.


    "I haven''t finished my homework and I still have the face to go crazy!" Mom stares at him.


    Junior one quietly took out the book, lying on the desk, try to bury his face low.


    After his mother returned to the room, he was relieved and looked at today''s homework.


    There are a lot of homework, maybe after a little bit, but junior one doesn''t care. Compared with going to play tonight, it''s no problem to write homework tomorrow morning.


    But after writing a few words, he stopped again. His mother''s scolding him won''t affect his mood after a happy night, but his father''s attitude just made him a little depressed.


    Mom says Dad is a counsellor, but it''s not really a curse. Dad is timid and careful. He always tries to avoid anything He is a model of timidity.


    Ah.


    I''m so tolerant. Maybe I inherited it from my father.


    Dad is also very suspicious. Although he doesn''t treat everyone''s kindness as an insult like mom and grandma, he always thinks that in their family''s situation, anyone who takes the initiative to approach may have to dig a hole for them to jump.


    But just saw Uncle Yan one side, gave others under such judgment, the first day in the heart quite blocked flustered.


    In the first day of junior high school, people like Li Zihao are not so bad. They just follow the crowd. Only those like Liang Bing need to stay away.


    Yes, and the old Ding.


    My father''s colleagues once met me at the beginning of my life. They didn''t even say anything, but they were afraid of this person for no reason. Their eyes were especially fierce.


    It''s not accurate to say that dad doesn''t deal with him. In fact, it''s just that Dad unilaterally thinks Lao Ding is annoying and hard to get into trouble. Lao Ding didn''t even look him in the eye. Not long ago, he called Dad because he didn''t refuel the car.


    And dad''s character, goodbye face also will be embarrassed smile.


    In this way, he is better than his father. Although he will tolerate people he dislikes, he will not force himself to please them.


    In the first day of junior high school, my mind was in a mess, for a moment, my father, for a moment, the music festival, for a moment, Yan hang.


    Yan Hang is a very special person.


    It''s not just that Yan Hang is his first true friend.


    English is great, very handsome, sometimes cool, but also very arrogant, fighting is very fierce, cooking is super delicious, and good-looking ankles


    And very gentle.


    Even if he knew what kind of person grandma was, what kind of situation his family was, and what kind of person he would tolerate without principle, Yan Hang still respected him very much.Yes, respect.


    On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang respects him.


    What a nice person.


    "For supper?" Yan hang asked his father when he came in.


    "I''m full of tea," my father yawned. "I can''t eat it. You''re going to be hungry. If you want to make a snack, I''ll eat with you."


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''m not hungry. " Yan hang said.


    "Then don''t eat. You will go to work tomorrow. Go to bed early." Dad came in.


    After standing in the living room for a few seconds, Yan hang went back to his room, took a change of clothes and was ready to take a bath. His mind was a little confused, so he had to wake up after taking a bath.


    Or not.


    It''s like tidying up the house, throwing things into the box and just closing the lid. As for what''s in the box and what''s in the box, we''ll wait until we accidentally open the lid one day.


    When he came to the living room with his clothes, Dad came out of the room with a change of clothes.


    He looked at Dad, and dad looked at him.


    A second later, they both rushed to the bathroom at the same time.


    Yan Hang''s speed is faster than his father''s, but his means are not as ruthless as his father''s.


    To be exact, it''s shameless.


    He just touched the door handle of the bathroom, and dad grabbed his trouser waist behind him.


    Pull your panties back.


    "Ah! Lao Yan, you''re too damn disrespectful! " Yan hang felt that his buttocks were almost exposed.


    "You''re old!" Dad kept pulling him back.


    Yan hang had to pull the door frame with one hand and his pants with the other: "you are my father!"


    "I knew I was your father when I robbed the toilet!" Dad let go.


    But without waiting for Yan hang to walk in, his father had already stopped him and pinched him by the wrist holding the door.


    Yan hang breathed a sigh of relief as his wrist became numb.


    In the last two seconds, Dad had already thrown him aside and closed the door.


    "You have seed!" Yan hang beat the door.


    "Have you learned?" Dad''s having fun in there.


    "Do you want me to learn how to pull my pants?" Yan hang turns his wrist and sits at the door of the bathroom. Ma jin''er hasn''t completely passed yet.


    But he didn''t use it very quickly every time, and he couldn''t grasp the place.


    Several times it was pinching the other person''s hand.


    This kind of thing, he will never be able to compare with his father.


    Old world.


    Is that right?


    Yeah.


    An orphan who doesn''t even know where he is. When others are carefree and enjoy a comfortable life, what he ponders is how to live.


    For so many years, his father has allowed him to live like a horse in the sky without any external harm. Yan hang can feel what kind of person he is and what kind of skills he has.


    Good at looking at people, but also good at camouflage.


    Today, on the first day of junior high school, Yan hang could see the change of his father''s expression at a glance. It''s impossible that his father couldn''t see it.


    Dad avoided this detail and only said it was the first time he met, which was not in line with his habits. Generally speaking, he would take the opportunity to analyze the meaning of this expression.


    So dad may not be telling the truth.


    But with Yan Hang''s accumulated experience of following him for so many years, it is not impossible to say that he has never seen him.


    Junior one''s father is the kind who stands in front of you and you may not notice him. Even if you say a few words, you will forget what he looks like the next day.


    Yan hang lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.


    He didn''t want to think about a lot of things. He tried to make himself like a dog''s tail grass planted in a flowerpot by his father. Every day, he took it everywhere to see the scenery. The only thing to worry about was that the people who took the flowerpot everywhere would suddenly disappear one day.


    But he still couldn''t help thinking about it. As the days went by, this worry could not be put aside.


    After a long period of stupidity, he threw the cigarette ends that had already been put out into the dustbin.


    Dad may not have met his father, but he must have appeared in the place where his father could see him, and did something to make his father recognize him and change his expression when he saw him again.


    Dad opened the door of the bathroom and was stunned when he saw him: "are you in line?"


    "I''m not willing to take the first bath." Yan hang said.


    "Go wash it. If you don''t like it, just wash it a little longer." Dad smiles, grabs his hair, throws his changed clothes into the nearby bucket and goes back to the living room.


    When Yan hang came out from the bath, his father closed his eyes on the sofa, and he didn''t know whether he was sleeping or sleeping.


    "The first day of junior high school said to come over tomorrow. Don''t let him rush to the air." Yan hang said.


    "Don''t worry," Dad closed his eyes and laughed, "I said I won''t go out this time."Yan hang went back to his room, put on his earphone and lay down on the bed.


    There was a message on the mobile phone. He took it up and took a look. It was sent by the first time.


    A picture.


    This is a picture of the red round stone that dad picked today. It has been drilled.


    -You''re working overtime.


    on the first day of junior high school, you sent another photo. It''s still red stone. It''s wearing a red rope, but the red rope is not a single one. It''s a double line, forming an X-shape, which ends on both sides of the stone.


    -Two eyes?


    -Well, cross eyes, so that you can wear two ropes. It''s not easy to fall off. Tomorrow I''ll make another eye on the black one and wear another rope.


    - OK


    Yan hang looked at the black stone on his ankle and sighed.


    This state of junior one makes him feel bad. He always thinks that if someone is kind to him, he will do his best. His good character will be hurt in the future.


    But People who grow up like this on the first day of junior high school are almost the heart of King Kong.


    "It''s really worrying." Yan hang pillowed his arm and closed his eyes.


    It''s a good thing to be able to fall asleep. It''s depressing to dream when you fall asleep.


    In particular, I can''t dream of anything good.


    He ran after his father and a woman in the dark, cold and scared.


    He tried hard to run faster, to be closer to his father, to see his father''s face, to see the woman''s face, but he was still a few steps away.


    A figure appeared in front of him.


    I can''t see my face clearly.


    But he knew for sure that it was the father of junior one.


    Raise your hand.


    Knife.


    Eyes full of blood.


    When Yan hang opened his eyes, he could still hear his breath, and his heart beat like a drum.


    He lay staring on the bed for a long time before he recovered.


    It''s already dawn.


    After hours of sleep, he patted his head for comfort.


    After a while in bed, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.


    As soon as I got to the living room, I was startled. There was a man sitting cross legged on the windowsill.


    Although you don''t need to think about it to know that it''s dad, the posture that seems to be the way of an old fairy is still too novel.


    "I find the air in the living room window is better in the morning." Dad said, "there''s probably a fried dough sticks vendor outside the window of my house. It''s fried at four o''clock every day. It''s full of lampblack."


    "Do you want to change houses with me?" Yan hang went up to him and looked out. "No one stopped to watch your special morning exercise posture..."


    Before I finished, someone stopped.


    "Who said no," my father pointed to the first day of junior high school who suddenly ran happily from the side, "see, he''ll have to stay right away."


    The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, with a brisk pace.


    But as soon as I turned around, I saw my father meditating on the windowsill. Obviously, he was caught off guard and was in the same place.


    "Stop." Dad snapped his fingers and put his hand in front of Yan hang.


    Yan hang pinched one of the peanuts from a bag beside him and put it into his father''s hand.


    "Don''t be stingy." Dad''s still holding out his hand.


    With a thud, Yan took 50 yuan from his pocket and changed the peanuts.


    "The first day of junior high school!" Dad satisfied with the money away, called the first, "Leng there Why?"


    "Uncle," the first day of junior high school came over and stood in front of the windowsill, "what are you doing? It''s like hanging a picture. "


    Yan hang was happy.


    "And Take Draw Box. " On the first day of junior high school, I slowly added another sentence.


    "I''ll smoke you," Dad said with a smile, jumping off the windowsill. "Have you had breakfast? Come in and eat with me? "


    "Eat," the first day of junior high school said, and then looked at Yan hang, "but not yet, not enough."


    "Sandwich?" Yan hang asked.


    "Eat." Junior high school nodded.


    The sandwich is very simple. Yan hang opens the refrigerator and quickly goes through the ingredients in his mind. Cucumber, eggs, lunch meat, cheese and a bag of whole wheat bread are OK.


    He took things into the kitchen, just as used to put the materials neatly on the table, junior one followed in.


    "It''s easy. You don''t have to start." Yan hang said.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school squatted down and pulled the small stone on his ankle, "I''ll take it to drill, drill."


    "Oh." Yan hang answered.


    Junior one took out a pair of small scissors from his pocket, cut the knot of the red rope, took the stone down.


    Yan hang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.


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 Chapter 18

    In fact, "building a certain relationship" is a wonderful thing. People will be flustered when they don''t have it, as if they can''t step on it. But they will also be flustered when they have it.


    Fear of losing, fear of breaking.


    On the first day of junior high school, sitting side by side on the sofa with my father, he lowered his head and seriously drilled holes for the black stone.


    Dad''s hand has been tied to the red stone, is very interested in watching the first day of busy.


    The tool of junior one looks very professional. He uses a hand twist drill to fix the stone on a small black base. He turns the drill by hand to drill a small hole in the stone.


    "How do you make sure the two eyes are parallel when you cross like this," Dad said


    "I''ve measured it." The first day of junior high school continued to turn the drill.


    "In what quantity?" Dad asked, "I didn''t see you measure it."


    "My big eyes." Junior one pointed to himself.


    "Two goods." Dad laughed.


    Yan hang took out the sandwich and put it on the tea table: "eat first. Are you busy running out so early?"


    "I want to go to the market and buy bubbles and foot pots for my grandma," she said. As soon as she saw the sandwich, she immediately put it down and reached for it. "It''s beautiful."


    "Hey," Yan hang flicked on the back of his hand, "wash your hands."


    "Oh." Chuichi rubbed the back of his hands with a smile and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.


    After eating the second breakfast, the first day of junior high school was full of energy. Soon he drilled the black stone and put on two red ropes.


    Yan hang tied the stone back to his ankle. He felt a little relieved before. He hesitated for a moment and asked junior one, "what about that rope?"


    "Cut, ah." Junior one looks at his ankle.


    "Give it to me, I think Keep it Yan hang was a little embarrassed when he said this. He felt like a little girl.


    Dad took a look at him.


    The first day of junior high school gave him the little red rope he had cut. He wanted to take it away from the room, but he felt embarrassed and hesitated for a moment. He had to put the rope on the TV first.


    "I''ll come over after noon, will you?" When I was ready to leave, I looked at my father and asked.


    "OK, just to have dinner with me. Yan hang can''t come back at noon." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring food." When I opened the door, I said.


    He trotted off without waiting for Dad to speak.


    "What can he bring with him?" Dad looks at Yan hang.


    "Look what you eat," Yan hang said with a smile, "let him take it, or let him spend some money. He has to grind a customized stone for you every day."


    Dad laughed a few times and leaned on the sofa: "I''ll go out this afternoon..."


    Yan hang was about to take the dishes to the kitchen when he stopped and looked at his father.


    "Just around. I mean you don''t have to buy vegetables today. I''ll take them when I come back." Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang answered and went into the kitchen.


    This is the first time dad told him before he went out, and said the time to come back.


    However, Yan hang was not steadfast because of his foresight, on the contrary, he was a little anxious.


    Holding his hands on the desk and lowering his head, he couldn''t slow down for a long time.


    He took a cigarette out of his pocket and touched the lighter when Dad suddenly reached out from the side and hit it with a lighter.


    Yan hang leaned over to light a cigarette, turned his head and looked at his father: "when shall we leave?"


    Dad looked at him, silent for a while, smile: "this time you make the decision."


    Yan hang did not speak, holding a cigarette and looking out of the window.


    Today, Yan Hang is running to work, to ease his mood, or he will encounter a wordy guest. He is afraid that he will beat people up.


    However, there were a lot of people at the weekend. He put on his clothes and came in several tables in a short time. He didn''t break them until noon.


    I''m really busy, and my mood is temporarily down.


    At noon, he had no appetite. After drinking a glass of milk, he just sat there listening to some colleagues eating and chatting.


    The mobile phone vibrated, and a message came from the beginning.


    He glanced at it.


    It''s a picture. Standing in front of a sandbag on the first day of junior high school, he put on a serious pose and showed him joy.


    -Where did my dad take you?


    -Boxing house!


    Yan hang can feel the excitement of the first day of junior high school overflowing from this exclamation mark.


    Dad would go to the gym from time to time. Where there is no gym, he would have to go to the gym. Every time, he would come back exhausted.


    In the past, he thought that dad liked these things. Now, most of the pain he was suppressing had to rely on such a large amount of exercise to vent.


    -Did I teach you any good moves?Yan hang gave Chuyi one.


    -He taught me how to fight, and how to block other people''s fists.


    - he will teach me how to use my legs later.


    - Uncle Yan is so powerful!


    The first day of my life, I sent three messages in succession. Typing on my mobile phone is much more convenient than his words.


    "Then practice hard and give me a performance in the evening." Yan hang made a voice with a smile.


    -I''m afraid I''ll hurt you.


    Yan hang looked at the news and bowed his head for a long time: "you boast more than you talk. If you can hit me, I''ll lose."


    I didn''t say anything else this time, so I got a small expression.


    -[strong]


    Yan hang also returned a small expression.


    -[Applause]


    in the afternoon, a colleague wanted to change shifts with him, and Yan hang agreed and left the shift ahead of time.


    In fact, which day to work, which day to rest, for him no difference, yesterday today tomorrow, that day, that day, one day.


    When he got home, there was no one at home. He was in a daze on the sofa for a while. He took the little red rope on the TV into the room and put it in the compartment of his suitcase.


    There are other things in this compartment, half a broken bracelet, a piece of paper full of circles and dots when he plays Gobang with his father.


    After lying in bed and playing with his mobile phone for a while, he sent a message to ask the location of junior one boxing hall.


    The first day of junior high school quickly sent him a positioning, did not wait for him to see clearly, the first day of junior high school directly called over: "you''re off duty?"


    "I''ve changed shifts," said Yan hang. "I''ll go and play with you."


    "You take the bus..." The first day of junior high school is a little wheezing. I guess I''m practicing happily.


    "I''ll take a taxi," said Yan hang. "Practice fast. When I arrive, you''ll be finished."


    The first day of junior high school laughed: "spare your life, hero."


    "I don''t stammer when I beg for mercy?" Yan hang went out of the door.


    "Be afraid of knot, stuttered, finish saying to be beaten, beat to lie prone." Junior one said.


    While sitting in a taxi, Yan hang was standing on his legs in the back seat, his fingers bouncing gently on the small stones around his ankles.


    He likes junior one very much. It doesn''t have much to do with whether he has "friends" before. He just thinks junior one is very interesting. He often chats with junior one, and his mood will be relaxed unconsciously.


    But after seeing the change of his father''s expression yesterday, he would panic every time he thought of and saw the first day of junior high school.


    This kind of panic with the heartbeat, up that moment is like to follow the heart pumping blood.


    "Big brother," Yan hang looked at the driver, "can I have a cigarette?"


    "Smoke, it''s OK," the driver said. "Just open the window a little."


    "Thank you." Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    Smoking a little fierce these days, my father would say he did. He sighed and looked at the strange street outside the window.


    When he arrived at the boxing hall, junior one was kicking on a sandbag. He was so absorbed that Yan hang went to the sandbag and didn''t see it.


    When he got up his legs, Yan hang took a big step forward, with his right hand to his knee socket, took over his left hand and held him behind his chin. On the first day of the new year, he jumped into the air and fell back on the mat.


    Before he got up, Yan hang squatted down and poked his finger at his forehead: "pa."


    The first time I saw that it was him, I was in a daze, and then I spread my hands and feet on the ground very cooperatively Ah


    "Don''t you cry out for mercy, hero?" Yan hang said.


    "You are not, silly, a shot in the head, the forehead, on the." Junior one said.


    "Damn it," Yan hang laughed and flicked his finger at him, "get up."


    The first day of junior high school sat on the mat and looked at the smiling Dad: "uncle, it''s bad, the gap is too big."


    "Ten years away," Dad handed a bottle of water to junior one and sat down beside him. "Your goal now is to protect yourself. Keep practicing. Tomorrow I''ll teach you how to use your elbow."


    Chuyi nodded, got up and continued to kick at the sandbag. After two kicks, he would scan Yan Hang''s side.


    Yan hang took out his mobile phone, took a series of photos at him, and then selected some beautiful ones and sent them to the microblog.


    "Changed shifts?" Dad asked him.


    "Well," Yan hang looked at a pile of comments that came out in an instant, laughed and looked up at the first day of junior high school, "I think he''s ok?"


    "The ability of body coordination is very good, and I learn fast," my father said. "I''ll have nothing to do in the future. At least I won''t be bullied so much."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Dad taught junior one a few small moves are very simple, but as long as the opportunity to choose a good, are very effective moves.


    Self defense attack, three in one trick.


    Yan hang sat on the chair beside him, looking at the first day of junior high school who was practicing hard in front of the sandbag, and his father who went up to correct his posture from time to time.There was such a trance, Yan hang felt comfortable.


    Idle afternoon, no disappearing dad, and an interesting friend.


    Strange and as if by the sun covered the plush comfortable.


    Although we know how short it is, we will still be careful to immerse ourselves in it.


    Dad said that if he didn''t go out, he really didn''t go out, except occasionally.


    Yan hang didn''t know where he was going, but he always came back before dinner.


    This is the state Yan hang always wanted before.


    Without leaving without saying goodbye or walking for a few days, they are just like the most common father and son who live in a house in any street or community in any city.


    There are thousands of the most common ones in the world.


    Do the most common work, not too high pursuit, not too far ambition, one or two friends, may occasionally have lonely, but a glass of wine can dissipate.


    But no matter he or his father, they all know that it''s just a fake, so that he can''t ignore it or pretend that he doesn''t care.


    It''s like dad''s going through a process.


    What you say will be done, or maybe you say it for the sake of doing it.


    Those doubts in Yan Hang''s mind, like being fertilized, are growing stronger and stronger.


    Many times he looked at his father, and all the questions lined up on his lips, like waiting for an opportunity to explode, which could come out regardless of the consequences.


    Today is Wednesday, Yan Hang is resting, lying in bed, holding the English version of the game of power, nibbling slowly, and thinking about the lunch menu.


    The reason why he didn''t go back for dinner recently was that they were going to take the final exam soon and had to study in the classroom. Because he got a shitty result in the mid-term exam before, when he offered to review, no one cared about him.


    Grade one likes to eat pizza. If you have time today, you can make your own crust and bake one.


    Seafood?


    Fruit?


    When a mobile phone rings, Yan hang picks up the phone and takes a look to find that the screen is black. There is no phone and the ring is not his.


    This is a strange ring tone. It''s dad''s cell phone.


    It''s dad''s cell phone that doesn''t ring once a million years.


    Yan hang suddenly sat up, jumped out of bed and ran to the door. When he reached for the door, he stopped again.


    Dad picked up the phone.


    It''s not marketing, it''s not advertising. Dad answers the phone.


    And then he heard his father''s voice, so it would not be a liar''s phone.


    Yan Hang''s hand on the door was shaking. In just a few seconds, his back began to feel numb because of tension and uneasiness.


    He couldn''t hear what his father was saying, and he didn''t dare to open the door.


    He was so stiff behind the door, separated by a layer of wood. His body was so stiff that he could hardly breathe.


    I don''t know how long it took, when Dad hung up the phone, he didn''t know, outside the lighter crackled, he just recovered.


    After staring at the doorknob for a moment, he reached for the door and went to the living room.


    Dad is standing at the door ready to change shoes.


    At this moment, Yan hang felt that his hands and feet were cold, and the unprecedented panic wrapped him in an instant.


    "Where are you going?" He said.


    Dad paused and turned to look at him: "go Turn around. "


    "Where to go?" Yan hang asked, "how long will it take?"


    Dad didn''t speak.


    "Whose phone?" Yan hang continued to ask, "what can I do for you?"


    Dad turned around, sighed and walked slowly to him.


    "What are you going to do?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Sailing..." Dad patted him on the face and said nothing else.


    After staring at him for a while, Dad turned and walked to the door.


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 Chapter 19

    When the bell rings, the first day of junior high school is staring out of the window in a daze. He has been looking forward to this bell all morning, and the state of wandering outside the sky is useless even for a second.


    The teacher didn''t delay the class. He just waved his hand and left the class.


    But I didn''t succeed when I wanted to stand up on the first day of junior high school. The chair didn''t move like it was stuck.


    He turned his head and saw Li Zihao sitting in the back seat with a smile on his mouth. Looking down, Li Zihao''s feet were on his chair.


    "Why don''t you leave?" Li Zihao looked at him. "I think you are very worried."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, just turned back and continued to sit on the chair.


    "Come on, you," Li Zihao said happily, "what are you doing sitting here? I think you''ve been..."


    The students in the front row got up and went. On the first day of junior high school, they pushed the table forward, stood up and went to the door.


    Li Zihao pushed his foot empty, and the legs of his chair rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound.


    "You stand for me!" This made Li Zihao lose face and jump up as soon as he hit the table.


    I didn''t turn back at the beginning, so I started to run forward.


    A walk of smoke to run downstairs, a walk of smoke to run out of the school.


    It was a smooth day today. I was not stopped by anyone else on the way to escape.


    After a long run, he slowed down, but it was much faster than usual to go home, because today he agreed with Yan hang to have lunch.


    He wants to arrive before Yan hang starts cooking so that he can watch Yan hang busy.


    He likes to watch Yan hang cook. He''s very handsome. If Yan hang broadcasts live, he can show his face. Maybe he can add a little more popularity to the food anchor who has never been red before.


    As soon as he turned the intersection, his mobile phone suddenly rang.


    The first day of junior high school, when I took out my cell phone and saw it was my mother''s number, I felt a little depressed.


    The mobile phone probably also felt his depression. After rowing for 80 times, the phone was almost hung up before it was finally connected.


    "You''re out of school," my mother''s voice said. "You go to the vegetable market. The clothes that your grandmother made in that tailor''s shop can be taken. You go and get them back."


    "I''m going to review." The first day of junior high school insisted on the reason before.


    "What are you doing! Do you think you can go up after more review? Will you pass? " My mother said, "how do you think I want you to help me! Your father said he would pick it up when he came back at noon. Now there is no one in sight, and his mobile phone still can''t get through! "


    "I''ll get it." Junior one said.


    "As useless as your father." Mom hung up.


    First day, I twisted my eyebrows and stood by the side of the road for a while. Finally, I turned around and walked towards the vegetable market.


    While walking, he bowed his head and dialed Yan Hang''s phone, but Yan hang didn''t answer.


    He sent another message.


    -I went to the vegetable market first to help my grandmother with the clothes, and soon I arrived


    to think about another one.


    -You wait for me


    Yan hang didn''t return any news. I don''t know whether he was busy or angry.


    Should not be angry, Yan hang only helped him to find a pen in the mud of the river. He lost his temper with him that time, and he was very calm at other times.


    I think it''s something.


    Junior one sighed.


    He almost knew what all the stalls and front doors in the vegetable market sold. The shop where grandma often made clothes was at the back door of the vegetable market and had to go through the whole market.


    For the first time, I found that this market is so big, so far from the front door to the back door.


    It was not easy to get grandma''s clothes. He didn''t even care to open them and immediately went back, still running.


    As he passed Yan Hang''s house, he took a look over there. The curtain was closed.


    Is Yan hang sleeping?


    He was twisting his face and looking at the opposite side of the road. A motorcycle rushed out of the intersection in front of him and almost ran into him.


    The first day of junior high school was startled. He stepped back to the side and took a look at the man on the motorcycle.


    It''s Liang Bing.


    "Look for death," Liang Bing glared at him, "get out of the way!"


    On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing stood still. As soon as he turned the accelerator, the motorcycle rushed out.


    He couldn''t help looking back. Liang Bing didn''t stop to trouble him when he was so busy.


    Of course, it is also possible that uncle Yan and Yan hang were afraid to clean up that day.


    Chuyi smiles and finds himself a little proud.


    "And the letter?" Yan hang looked at his father, "I want to see it."


    "Not now." Dad said.


    "When will it be needed?" Yan hang suddenly couldn''t control his voice. "When do you need it? When you never show up again


    Dad looked back at him and said nothing.


    Yan hang also has no voice.


    This sentence has been pressing in his heart for some days, like a nail, which is smashed deeper by time every day.When it finally popped out, it was a blank.


    He was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his voice was a little empty, like he couldn''t find a voice.


    "Let''s go." Yan hang said.


    "What?" Dad was stunned.


    "As you said, I''m in charge this time," said Yan hang. "I''m going now, right now, right now."


    Dad opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "You lied to me," Yan hang leaned against the wall and laughed at his father, "old Yan, you lied to me."


    "Yan hang," his father frowned, came back, put his arms around him, and patted him on the back twice. "Don''t say that."


    "What should I say?" Yan hang heard his voice trembling.


    I want to cry.


    It''s a very unexpected feeling.


    Over the years, he had all kinds of emotions, all kinds of feelings, anxiety, irritability, tension, uneasiness, fear, depression, but rarely wanted to cry.


    Crying is an outlet.


    He didn''t find it.


    "What should I say? You''re not leaving? " He closed his sour eyes.


    Dad patted him on the back and said nothing.


    "I am in your heart," Yan hang said softly, "not as good as a dead man."


    Dad''s hand suddenly stopped, and it took a long time to release him.


    "In my life," Dad held his face, "I''m very tired. I''m sorry for your mother and you But some heart knot is a dead knot. It''s stuck there. It''s hard to get through all one''s life. When it''s quiet, it''s all the same. "


    Yan hang looks at his father, whose eyes are the pain he has never seen before.


    "I know I shouldn''t let you live like this. I really shouldn''t," Dad''s hand was shaking, "but I already think that I have no way to go back


    Dad''s hand gently trembled, from the shoulder, has been shaking into his heart.


    He felt like he was sinking a little bit. He seemed to be able to see the sunshine in the afterglow changing frame by frame, just like every time he sat at the window and watched the sunset.


    "You''re not sorry for my mother," Yan said. "You''re only sorry for me."


    Dad lost his voice.


    There was a dead silence in the room, even the sound outside the window seemed to have been cut off.


    Finally, Dad patted him on the shoulder, grabbed him on the shoulder, turned and walked out quickly.


    When the door closed, Yan hang sat on the ground.


    When I sent grandma''s clothes home on the first day of junior high school, my mother was calling my father with her mobile phone.


    "If I can''t get through, I still won''t take it." grandma took the clothes and shook them away to have a look. "It''s better for this company. Look how smooth the stitching is."


    "No!" Mom threw her cell phone on the sofa. "What''s wrong with this guy! No one in the family is reliable! "


    "What are you doing here?" The grandmother slanted a first glance, "don''t you see your mother''s annoyance! I don''t know how to cook by hand! "


    "I..." The first day of junior high school said softly, "I still need to go to school, school and study."


    "It''s a habit of farting!" Grandma threw her clothes on the tea table and said, "I''m lazy!"


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    "OK, OK," my mother waved her hand a little upset, "I can''t eat anything. I have to go to the interview later. I''m bored. My father won''t come back after playing chess. There are two steamed stuffed buns. You''ve eaten them. I won''t eat them."


    "Eat steamed buns! Eat steamed buns Grandma east take a thing to fall, West touch a thing to hit, "I''m a mother directly gnaw coffin board son!"


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, turned around and went out of the door. Then he quickly closed the door, but he still couldn''t stop grandma''s curse.


    As soon as he went out, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it.


    No news.


    Yan hang ignored him all the time.


    Now it''s almost an hour since he finished school. Yan Hang knows when he finished school, but he hasn''t contacted him.


    He didn''t know what the situation was, so he could only call Yan hang and run to his home.


    I didn''t drink a mouthful of water at noon and ran away.


    Ran to the door of Yan Hang''s home, the phone is still not answered.


    The first day of junior high school knocked on the door: "Yan hang?"


    There was no movement.


    He knocked twice: "uncle! Uncle Yan


    The room was still quiet.


    He went to the window and looked. The curtain was drawn, but the window was not closed. He opened the curtain and said, "Yan hang!"


    There was no light in the room. In the first blink of an eye, he got used to the darkness and saw Yan hang sitting on the ground motionless.


    "Yan hang!" The first day of junior high school was startled and yelled again.


    Yan Hang still didn''t move.


    He jumped in with his hand on the windowsill, rushed to Yan hang and grabbed his arm: "Yan..."


    Yan hang suddenly raised his arm, buttoned his backhand to his wrist, and then twisted it."Ah The first day of junior high school called out, and the severe pain from his arm forced him to fall on the ground beside him along the direction.


    "Who?" Yan hang asked.


    "First day of junior high school," first day of junior high school turned to look at him on the ground, "Yan hang, I''m first day of junior high school


    Yan hang released his hand: "are you finished school?"


    "Well," the first day of junior high school got up, and Yan Hang''s state was very strange, which made him a little afraid, "what''s the matter with you? I don''t feel comfortable, do you? "


    "No Yan hang held his head, buttoned his face to his knees, and answered in a muffled voice.


    "I..." Junior one doesn''t know what to say, "are you hungry?"


    "Get me a glass of water." Yan hang said.


    "Good." On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up, poured a glass of water and handed it to Yan hang.


    Yan hang took the cup, drank all the water in one breath, and then put his head on his knees.


    Junior one some at a loss, can only squat beside looking at him.


    "Order takeout." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang took his cell phone, rowed slowly and ordered a pizza.


    "Go to the sand and sit on the sofa, will you?" Chuichi touched his arm.


    "I don''t want to move." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." On the first day of junior high school, he picked up the empty cup, poured another cup of water and put it at Yan Hang''s feet, then sat down next to him against the wall.


    After a long silence, Yan hang stood up and leaned against the wall: "I just He said something very fucked. "


    "Ah?" At first, I was stunned. I didn''t understand.


    "Damn it." Yan hang said.


    "With whom?" First day of junior high school.


    "My dad." Yan Hang''s voice is very low.


    Junior one looked around the room, uncle Yan should not be at home.


    According to Yan Hang''s words, they should be Did you fight?


    I can''t imagine that uncle Yan and Yan hang are the most tacit and friend like father and son he has ever seen. How can they quarrel?


    "Uncle Yan, where''s uncle?" First day of junior high school.


    "I don''t know." Yan hang said.


    There was no way for the dialogue to go on, so the first day of junior high school had to continue to sit next to Yan hang in silence.


    What Yan Hang is thinking, he can''t guess, only know his condition is very bad.


    When the take out call came in, Yan hang didn''t move as if he didn''t hear it. On the first day of junior high school, he took the phone and answered it. Then he touched Yan hang carefully: "I''ll go to the door to get the take out."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    As soon as I got up, I ran out, took the takeout and ran back quickly.


    "Do you want it now?" He put the pizza beside Yan hang.


    "Eat." Yan hang said.


    On the first day of junior high school, when he opened the box and wanted to get a piece for Yan hang, he stopped and ran to wash his hands. Then he took another piece and handed it to Yan hang: "come on."


    "Feed me?" Yan hang smiles.


    "Open your mouth," Chuichi said with a smile, "bite, big mouth."


    Yan hang bit: "are you going to be late for school?"


    "It''s been, it''s been, it''s been a lesson." Junior one said.


    He had seen the time before taking out the food, and he was already late.


    "Are you absent from school?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    This is the first time that he has been absent from school in his life. Yan hang doesn''t dare to leave. Let alone being absent from school, he doesn''t care too much about dropping out.


    Yan hang can talk, laugh and eat, and he doesn''t eat less.


    It seems that there is nothing wrong, but the first day of junior high school can still feel that Yan Hang is very wrong.


    After eating the pizza, he continued to lean against the wall in his original position, looking at the window in a trance.


    The first day of junior high school also sat back to him after cleaning up the takeout box. He didn''t know what he should do and what else he could do.


    All afternoon, Yan hang didn''t move much.


    But occasionally I would talk to him.


    Until it was a little dark, Yan hang moved, and slowly changed from sitting to squatting: "my cigarette is at the head of the bed, help me with it."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school stood up and walked two steps before he found that his legs were numb. These two steps were like hemiplegia. He had to hold the wall and stop for a while before entering Yan Hang''s room.


    Yan Hang''s bed is a bit messy. His pillows and towels are all thrown into a ball. There are several books on it. The cover is all in English. He glances at the first day of junior high school and can''t find a word he knows.


    After taking the cigarette to Yan hang, he took a look at the time. It was more than six o''clock.


    "You go back. You''ve been here all afternoon," he said, lighting his cigarette. "Thank you."


    "Thank you, fart." Junior one said.


    Yan hang smiles.


    "What would you like to eat, what?" The first day of junior high school asked, "take out, or...""I''ll cook," said Yan hang. "Don''t you want to go home?"


    "No, don''t worry about going home." Junior one said.


    "I''m fine." Yan hang tut.


    "Then I don''t want to go back." The first day of junior high school changed.


    Holding the table, Yan hang slowly stood up, moved his arms and legs against the wall, took his wallet from the table and gave it to him: "you go to the supermarket opposite to buy some vegetables. I''ll take a bath if you want to buy anything."


    "Oh." Junior one took the wallet.


    "Why don''t you say you have money?" Yan hang said.


    "No money." Junior one sighs.


    "Go ahead," Yan hang said, shaking his arm, "and buy another piece of iced black tea. You can buy yourself what you want."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Looking at Yan hang take clothes into the bathroom, he just out of the door.


    The supermarket is not far from Yan Hang''s home. You can see it when you go out.


    On the first day of junior high school, he quickly crossed the street and just got on the sidewalk. A man ran up to him and hit him. He subconsciously pinched his wallet.


    Without waiting for him to move forward, another man ran past.


    "What a dead man?" Then someone ran and yelled.


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 Chapter 20

    Junior one is not interested in the crowd. He won''t go to any car accident or fight.


    Murder?


    He has no interest. A life has disappeared. What can I be excited about? In the past, there were people on the bridge who wanted to commit suicide, and many onlookers. I heard that they jumped later.


    But the river was too shallow to drown, but I broke my leg.


    Many people have been amused as a joke for a long time, but he thinks it''s very good. He''s relieved, at least not dead.


    He looked in the direction of the crowd. It was the small street leading to the river.


    That is to say, many people may have gone to his tree hole now. He is not happy. The tree hole is his little secret. He doesn''t want anyone else to find out.


    He hesitated and walked down the street for a while. He saw blood on the ground.


    It''s a long one. It''s dripping in the past.


    He stopped.


    Forget it.


    This kind of scene, still don''t see.


    He turned and went to the supermarket. Several tallyman in the supermarket looked over at him at the door and asked, "do you see what''s going on? Did you cut people down? "


    "I don''t know." The first day of junior high school.


    In the supermarket, as usual, no one noticed the commotion outside.


    Most of the time, it''s just like what happens around you. Some people walk, some people come, some people live and some people die. But if you don''t see it, there''s nothing.


    If Yan hang didn''t see him that day and didn''t come up to him.


    For him, Yan hang never existed.


    In this life, how self - living.


    On the first day of junior high school, he pinched Yan Hang''s wallet and walked back and forth among all kinds of dishes.


    Yan hang was in a bad mood, but his meals didn''t seem to be affected. He wanted to buy something Yan hang liked to eat, but he turned around and found that he didn''t know what Yan hang liked to eat.


    In the end, I had to buy something that I could eat, shrimp, meatballs and some vegetables.


    Another piece of iced black tea.


    When I came out of the supermarket, I saw the police car on the first day of junior high school, flashing lights and driving to the river.


    It seems that something really happened. He sighed and trotted across the street with his things.


    When he came to Yan Hang''s house, he found that Yan hang had opened the curtain and was standing in the window with a cigarette in his mouth in a daze. His hair was still wet and dripping with water.


    The first day of junior high school: "I''ll buy whatever I want..."


    "What''s the matter over there?" Yan hang asked.


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school looked back, "I didn''t, didn''t go, look, it''s like death, dead people."


    Yan Hang''s cigarette shook suddenly, and a piece of ash fell down.


    At the beginning, Yan Hang''s reaction surprised him a little.


    After a long time, he found that Yan hang didn''t mean to open the door for him, so he had to point to the door again: "open, open."


    Yan hang pinched his cigarette, went to open the door and took the dish from his hand: "first day of junior high school."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "Do me a favor," said Yan hang. "Go over there and see what''s going on."


    The first time I was stunned again, but I nodded quickly: "OK, I''ll go and have a look. You wait for a while."


    Looking at the first day of junior high school, Yan hang quickly walked across the street. Then he closed the door and took the food into the kitchen.


    When he wanted to pick up the vegetables and put them on the desk, he found that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn''t lift them.


    He had to hold the bag in both hands before he put it on.


    When he let go of the bag, his hand seemed to lose its support, shaking so much that he wanted to dance to the rhythm.


    He held the desk, lowered his head, closed his eyes, inhaled hard, and then spit out slowly.


    Breathe in again.


    Breathe out again.


    After slowing down a little bit, he bit his lip, turned around, walked out of the kitchen, went into dad''s room and turned on the light.


    Everything in dad''s room is as usual. The folded quilt, the folded towel quilt, the clothes lying on the back of the chair, and the faint smell of smoke.


    In another night, the smell of smoke in the room will be gone.


    Yan hang stood in the room for a few seconds, went to the bed and took away the pillow.


    There''s nothing under the pillow. He shakes the pillow again. Nothing falls out. He grabs the pillow and pinches it again. There''s nothing.


    Lift the quilt, no, shake, no, hold the quilt cover and pinch it again, no, the towel is also shaken.


    Sheet, bed board, under the bed.


    None of them.


    He used to pick up dad''s clothes on the back of the chair, but he didn''t. He was a little impatient and threw them aside, then opened the wardrobe.


    Where on earth is that letter?


    Dad couldn''t have taken the letter with him. The envelope was very old, but there was no crease. The letter was only in the room.


    But the room is so big, the things are so few, Dad''s things are even less, like a person who only has a business trip for two or three days.Where the hell is it!


    He took out the clothes in the closet and felt them one by one, but Dad''s clothes were just these. After a few times, the closet was empty.


    He reached into the cupboard again and felt it carefully, but there was no sign.


    At last, he slammed the cupboard door and kicked the chair angrily: "fuck!"


    "Yan hang?" The voice of the first day of junior high school came from the living room.


    He turned around and stood outside the window. The window was facing the door of the two rooms. He probably saw what he looked like. The expression on his face was a little uneasy.


    "Did you go to see it?" Yan hang went and opened the door.


    "Yes," Chu nodded, "but I can''t pass. The police car, ambulance and ambulance are all here."


    "See that dead man?" Yan hang looked at him and felt a little out of breath.


    "Cover, up," the first day of junior high school shakes his head, "see one, a piece of gold, watch."


    "With a gold watch?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school was a little uneasy. He rubbed his hands on his clothes, "or I''ll go to see it again..."


    "No more." Yan hang couldn''t tell whether he was relieved or even more worried. He felt that the whole person was hanging. He couldn''t press down to the end.


    Always want to take something to send empty heart to fill in the anxiety.


    Finally, he hugged junior one, pressed his head to his chest, and held it tightly.


    Chuyi was startled. His first reaction was that Yan hang wanted to beat him out. He subconsciously raised his arm to hold his head.


    But Yan hang hugged him, and his whole face was pressed on Yan Hang''s chest.


    His arm just opened and held.


    Yan hang hugged him tightly. He felt that his nose was flattened and he had some difficulty breathing. After waiting for a while, he saw that Yan hang didn''t mean to let go. He could only open his mouth quietly to help him breathe.


    Yan hang lowered his head and rubbed against the top of his head, then put his chin on his head.


    Then he pressed hard.


    Junior one didn''t know whether his head was too fragile or Yan Hang''s chin was too strong, so he felt very painful.


    But he didn''t say a word.


    He didn''t know what happened to Yan hang. He didn''t know what the dead man with the gold watch over there had to do with his abnormality.


    He only knew that Yan hang was in a very bad mood, and his mood was not very stable.


    Yan hang, who has always been arrogant and free and easy, suddenly became like this, which made him very distressed.


    He hesitated for a moment, his arm tightened, and he held Yan Hang''s waist tightly.


    After a while, Yan hang released him and scratched his head.


    He also released his hand and quickly glanced at Yan Hang''s face without crying.


    "Do you do your homework?" Yan hang went to pull up the curtain and looked out through the crack of the curtain.


    "Ah?" Junior one didn''t respond.


    "I cook," Yan hang turned into the kitchen, "you do your homework."


    Yan Hang''s words were very clear and his tone was normal. It seemed that he was completely OK.


    But the first day of junior high school is here from noon, and he has been absent from class all afternoon. Where can I get the homework to write? Even if there is homework to write, his schoolbag is still at school.


    Junior one goes to the kitchen door and looks at Yan hang.


    Yan hang stood in front of the desk with his back to him and put the dishes in order.


    On the first day of the new year, I took a cabbage to the pool, quickly broke off the leaves and began to wash the vegetables.


    "How do you like shrimp?" Yan hang asked.


    "White, burn." It''s relatively simple.


    "Well." Yan hang answered and stood in front of the stove, staring at the water in the pot.


    On the first day of the new year, the dishes were washed and taken to the desk.


    Yan Hang is now in a strange state. For the sake of safety, Chuyi picks up the knife and lowers his head to cut cabbage.


    "How do you want to eat this?" Yan hang took a look at him.


    "Fried meatballs." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak any more.


    At the beginning of the new year, I cut the dishes and cut the meatballs. I still don''t want Yan hang to do anything about the knife.


    Yan hang put the ingredients into the pot and continued to be stunned.


    Wearing a gold watch.


    Yan hang had never seen a person wearing a gold watch in his mind. His reaction to the first day of junior high school should not be someone he was familiar with.


    Is it just an accident today?


    Although he hopes so, it''s hard to accept intellectually. When dad left, he was so different from usual. He didn''t have to think about it carefully to know that something big was going to happen. In the afternoon, people died by the river.


    It''s an accident. It''s hard for him to believe it.


    water boiled, the ingredients smell out, he added some Baijiu, and then reached for shrimp, just reached out, a tray handed to him.


    He turned his head and took a look. The first day of junior high school has been standing by. Now he has handed over the shrimp.He poured the shrimp into the pan: "get the ice."


    On the first day of junior high school, I went to the refrigerator and found the ice box.


    "All in a bowl." He said.


    "Good." The first day of junior high school took a big bowl and banged the ice box on the edge of the bowl.


    The movement was very big. Yan hang startled him and looked at him: "do you knock ice or bowl?"


    "Can''t break it," the first day of junior high school knocked again, the ice in the refrigerator fell into the bowl, "I have, count, don''t worry."


    In the first day of junior high school, he was very quick. He knew what he was going to do in a word. After making ice cubes, he went to pour some cold water and put a bowl of ice water in his hand.


    Yan hang fished out the shrimp and put it in: "another bowl, the shrimp meat will be tender only after it is thoroughly iced."


    "Well." Do it on the first day of junior high school.


    After the prawns were ready, he fried the meatballs and cabbage together, and then cooked the quick-frozen dumplings.


    On the first day of junior high school, the dishes were put out on the tea table, and the iced black tea was also put away.


    Yan hang went to touch the bottle. It was ice. It should have been put into the freezer on the first day of junior high school.


    He took a look at the seat where Dad always sat on the sofa, sat down, and then turned on the TV with the remote control.


    There is no need to change channels. It''s directly in the news broadcast of the city.


    After a meal, they didn''t speak and watched the news as they ate.


    The news, as always, was trivial, with no mention of the killing by the river.


    The reporter efficiency of city TV station is not as good as that of wechat circle of friends.


    However, Yan hang felt that he was only watching the news as a program. He had to have this voice when he was eating. He was not sure whether he would like to watch the news when it was really there.


    After dinner, the soul of the long-term worker in the first day of junior high school is still there. He quickly cleans up all the things on the tea table. After a lot of work in the kitchen, the desk is cleaned up.


    The weather forecast began to play on TV. Yan hang was about to change his remote control to another station when his mobile phone rang.


    He was startled in his heart. When he picked up the mobile phone, he exerted a little too much force and directly pinched out two cracks in the toughened film with a click.


    "It''s me My voice is ringing Junior one stood next to him with a mobile phone and said in a shocked whisper.


    Yan hang took a look at his black screen mobile phone, took off the film and threw it on the coffee table: "is it your mother who scolds you?"


    "Probably." Junior one some reluctantly smile, then began to talk.


    "You don''t have to come back! Go to hell As soon as the phone was connected, my mother''s voice burst out, "if you don''t want to answer the phone, you won''t answer it, if you don''t want to come back, you won''t come back! If you want to be absent, you can be absent! Then don''t go back! I''ll break the leg of anyone who dares to come back! "


    Without waiting for a voice, my mother''s phone has been hung up.


    "Go back," said Yan hang. "I''m fine, but I''m a little upset. I''ll just sleep."


    Junior one stood still.


    Yan hang looked at him: "how long have you known me? That''s how I can worry. "


    The first day of junior high school quickly calculated in mind: "almost a semester."


    Yan hang laughed: "long time?"


    "Well." Junior one also smiles.


    "There are many semesters in one''s life," Yan hang said. "There are countless."


    Chuyi frowned and said nothing.


    "Thank you." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the first day of the new year, he frowned half and settled down. After a while, he regained his position. Yan hang didn''t follow the usual way of speaking. This sudden "thank you" didn''t even have time to return.


    "You''re lovely," Yan said. "People just don''t see it."


    "You see, when you get there, it''s OK." Junior one said.


    Yan hang turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "my father said he wanted to have another child before, but I wish I had a brother like you before I had time. "


    I can''t understand what "no time" means.


    "I won''t always be alone." Yan hang said.


    "Now, you are not alone." First thought, "I''ll be with you later."


    Yan hang watched him attentively for a long time. Then he got up and came to kiss him on the forehead.


    On the first day of junior high school, the whole person was fixed in the same place.


    Yan hang, who was very light perfume, smells his face. Although he kissed him on the hair, he still felt faint.


    From small to large, no one has ever kissed him like this. In my memory, he has never been held by his family.


    Yan Hang''s light touch on his forehead was the first time he felt intimate when he was so old.


    "It''s time for a haircut." Yan hang tut.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school a little embarrassed to smile, plucked the hair on the forehead, "weekend."


    "I want to be alone in the evening," said Yan hang. "If there''s something I''ll send you a message.""Guaranteed." Junior one said.


    "Guaranteed." Yan hang nodded.


    After the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was stunned on the sofa for a while. Then he got up and took a bottle of dad''s Erguotou and a bag of peanuts.


    Back on the sofa, he lit a cigarette, turned down the TV and continued to watch the market station.


    In the evening, the city TV station will broadcast a dog blood idol drama, very occasionally, the old men who appear on the stage all wear soft light to polish their skin.


    There will be news after the play.


    He was drinking wine and eating peanuts in the dark, staring at the flashing light on the other side.


    This "I''m in the dark" style will make him feel safe.


    Safety.


    When dad is not at home, he needs this feeling more.


    It''s not a sense of security, it''s real security.


    Today, he could have gone out to have a look by himself, but he didn''t. He asked Chuyi to run for him.


    Dad didn''t teach him how to hide himself subconsciously when there was a danger.


    But after so many years of such life, my father taught him to fight, to protect himself, and to see people. This kind of consciousness has long been hidden in his mind.


    When the music of the news sounded, his hand with the wine glass shook slightly.


    The full glass of wine spilled out. He licked the wine spilled on his hand. Instead of looking at the screen, he just looked down at the peanuts on the tea table.


    "At about six o''clock this afternoon, there was a suspected serious fight in Shidong District..."


    When the female announcer on TV said this, Yan hang took a breath in his heart, looked up, drank all the wine in the glass and stared at the screen.


    But I can''t hear her clearly.


    "The police station of Linhe district received the alarm One man lost too much blood and died on the spot There was a lot of blood on the scene... "


    Yan hang stares at the familiar street scene with the Yellow cordon on TV.


    The man died by the river. His identity has not yet been determined. Witnesses at the scene said he ran out of the alley across the street.


    The alley across the street.


    The alley on the other side of the street is about 500 meters away from the house they rented. In fact, it can''t be called an alley. It''s just a passage formed by the courtyard walls on both sides. It can''t pass cars, so it can only go by pedestrians and motorcycles.


    When the picture cuts to the Hutong, Yan hang sees a large area of blood on the ground that has not been cleaned up.


    He frowned.


    Before, we could see a lot of blood in the camera of the river. The man was surrounded by blood. He should have been stabbed in the alley and then ran to the river. After he fell to the ground, he lost a lot of blood and died.


    ¡­¡­ Why is there so much blood in the Hutong? Whose is it?


    Who stabbed him?


    "The specific circumstances of the case are still under further investigation..."


    This news is very short. Two or three minutes later, it changed to another news that two old men were fighting for seats on the bus.


    "It''s promising!" Grandma slapped on the back of the first day of junior high school and said, "I''m absent from class! Why don''t you just drop out! "


    Junior one didn''t make a sound, staring at the Porphyra egg soup spilled all over the place.


    There is a burning pain in the legs and feet.


    The soup was overturned by his grandmother when he brought it out of the kitchen. A pot of soup was poured on his trousers.


    It''s normal for grandma to be angry. He didn''t go home for dinner and didn''t tell the family. Mom and grandma haven''t had dinner until now.


    Today, he has been thinking about accompanying Yan hang. He forgot to tell his mother a lie.


    "Let''s get into the water first." My grandfather waved.


    "What water! Burn him to death. If you don''t give him some strength, he will go to heaven! " Grandma pointed at him with a fork in her waist. "Look at him recently. He came back to eat when he was happy. If he was not happy, he would have no fart."


    In fact, they don''t come back to eat when they are happy. There is nothing to be happy about when they come back to eat.


    The first day of junior high school gently pulled the trouser legs, so that the trouser did not stick to the legs. Fortunately, the soup has been boiled for a while, not the hottest.


    However, compared with the pain in his leg, what he loves more is his pants.


    These are the trousers Yan hang gave him. He didn''t dare to wear them together, but he was still wearing a school uniform I knew I was still wearing school uniform today, and he had already mended the hole in his butt.


    Grandma scolded a generalist again and had a rest. He went into the toilet and took off his trousers. His legs and insteps were all red, but there was no skin on them.


    He took the hose and poured water on his leg for a while. He felt better, but as soon as the water left, the hot pain came back.


    He sighed, went to the balcony and put on a pair of big underpants, and went out to buy some medicine in the evening.


    Several people were sitting in the living room. After grandma lifted the soup, the eating procedure was temporarily decided. Everyone stopped and sat in a daze.


    Junior one took a mop and began to clean up the soup on the ground.


    "Do you want to call the police?" Grandfather suddenly said a word."Call the police!" Mother frowned, "an old man does not answer the phone at home on the police, which police have this spare time to take care of you."


    "That''s right," grandma said on one side, "it''s better to ask where to catch the traitor than to report to the police."


    "Come on, you don''t have a good word in your mouth all day long. Your family doesn''t expect a good one!" Mother said impatiently.


    "The man just mentioned in the news," my grandfather said, "can''t be..."


    "You are insane!" Mom jumped up, "are you sick?"


    "I''ve been a fool all my life," grandma pointed to him. "I can fart and I''m more intelligent than you."


    The first day of junior high school dragged the floor twice, put the dishes out and sat down at his desk.


    Listening to grandma talking about dad with mom while eating, he just felt upset and scared.


    Dad is a timid person, especially afraid of his mother scolding him, mobile phone can not get through this kind of thing, the first day of memory did not appear a few times, even if there is no electricity, dad will find a phone call back.


    I don''t know what happened.


    Mom doesn''t have a phone call from dad''s company or his colleagues. She can''t get through to Dad''s mobile phone right now. She doesn''t even have a place to ask.


    "I''ll go to their company tomorrow," my mother finally said, "what a broken company!"


    "I''ll go with you." Grandma said.


    "Come on, what are you going to do? I''ll ask about it first." Mother frowned.


    On the first day of junior high school, I lie on my desk and turn over my English textbook.


    There is no homework to do today, so he doesn''t know what to do.


    He didn''t even have a place to hide in this house.


    I can only be so stunned.


    Until the whole family went back to bed, he stood up, opened the door and went out.


    When he went out at this time, he had no place to go. He used to run and chat in the tree hole.


    Today, I can''t go to the tree cave. There''s still a cordon.


    I went to the drugstore to buy a piece of scald cream first, but I didn''t get it. He didn''t know that a small piece of scald cream was so expensive, so much more expensive than toothpaste


    Finally, he stood on the side of the road opposite Yan Hang''s house and sighed.


    Yan Hang''s house didn''t turn on the light. It''s estimated that Yan hang has gone to sleep.


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 Chapter 21

    At this moment, the street is more deserted than usual. After all, there are many dead people here in the afternoon. There were few people on the street when I went home in the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school is not so scared. When there are few people, he pestles here, at least it won''t make people think if there is something wrong with him.


    But the wind at night is not cool at all on the legs, the legs are still hot.


    I knew I would use toothpaste to spread it at home.


    Junior one sighed.


    After standing for a while, he felt a little tired. Looking at his mobile phone, he had stood for half an hour.


    He trotted a few steps to the left, and then came back to the right, so he ran back and forth, feeling comfortable.


    Yan Hang''s house was dark all the time, and there was no movement. It seems that Yan hang really fell asleep, and he may have fallen asleep long ago. Yan hang didn''t contact him all night.


    If it''s normal, he will go back after standing for a while.


    But today is different.


    Yan Hang''s state is too strange. Although he doesn''t know what it is, it must be a big thing. He can''t solve any problems standing here, and he is more at ease than staying home.


    It''s quiet at home now, but he doesn''t want to go back. His father can''t get in touch with him all of a sudden, which makes him not in a good mood. No one in the family has a definite idea about it. Except for his mother''s saying that she will go to the company tomorrow to ask, they just curse and complain.


    When he thought about it, he felt a little dejected. He bent down to support his knees. As soon as he pressed his hand on it, he quickly took it away.


    It hurts.


    Just as he was about to continue to run left and right, a small light suddenly lit up behind the curtain of Yan Hang''s house opposite him.


    Then his cell phone rang.


    It''s Yan hang!


    He quickly took out his mobile phone, and it was Yan hang.


    He pulled two or three times, the phone did not pick up, so simply did not answer, a cell phone to the pocket, ran across the street.


    "Yan hang?" He ran to the window and gave a soft cry.


    The curtain was pulled open, and Yan hang opened the window: "I''ve convinced you."


    "Are you, are you, sleeping?" He smiles.


    "No, I''ve been standing here for an hour." Yan hang said.


    "Ah?" He was stunned.


    "I want to see when you go back." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of my life, I was speechless with my mouth open.


    "What happened to your leg?" Yan hang asked.


    "I have beautiful legs." Junior one said.


    "Oh," answered Yan hang, staring at him eye to eye. After a while, he pointed to the door, "come in."


    On the first day of junior high school, he entered the door and smelled the smell of smoke. Yan hang also smoked at ordinary times, but he didn''t smoke much. Today, he could smell it in one door


    "Do you want to turn on the light?" He changed his shoes and asked.


    "Let''s go," said Yan hang. "Let me see what''s wrong with your leg. Is it hurt? They''re all wearing big underpants. "


    "It''s hot." On the first day of junior high school, he pressed the switch once, and the light in the room was on. At a glance, he saw the wine bottle on the tea table and the cigarette ends full in the ashtray.


    And Yan Hang''s face was very tired, and his face was gray.


    "It''s hot, isn''t it?" Yan hang looked at his leg, a little surprised, "is it so hot that there is no medicine?"


    I don''t know how to say it on the first day of junior high school. Should I say that I forgot to wipe the medicine, or that I didn''t buy it when it was too expensive


    "Sit down. I have burn cream." Yan hang rummaged in the drawer of the TV cabinet and took out a small golden ointment.


    This ointment was found in the drugstore on the first day of the first day of junior high school, more than 30 pieces.


    Although the shop assistant said that the medicine was very good and would not stuffy the wound, he still thought it was too expensive!


    Very expensive!


    His toothpaste is less than ten yuan!


    However, Yan Hang''s family''s small medicine box actually had scald ointment, which surprised him. He looked at Yan hang: "your family still has this, this?"


    "I bought it last week." Yan hang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, squatted to his leg, took the ointment and prepared to give him medicine. "My father''s cooking got an oil point, so he went to buy one instead of scalding."


    The first day of junior high school is laughing.


    "Delicate." Yan hang also smiles. After laughing, he takes the ointment but doesn''t move any more.


    The first day of junior high school deviated and looked at his face quietly. He found that Yan Hang''s eyes were a little red, but he couldn''t see that it was because he didn''t sleep enough or he wanted to cry.


    But without waiting for him to continue his research, Yan hang had bowed his head and began to rub his medicine.


    "It''s OK," said Yan hang as he rubbed the medicine. "It''s not serious. What are you doing to burn such a big piece?"


    "I didn''t serve the soup. Hold it." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a long time and decided not to tell the truth. He didn''t want Yan hang to know that it was because he didn''t go home for dinner and forgot to say it.


    Yan hang smiles.


    After applying the ointment on one leg, he added, "your grandmother lifted it."


    The first day of junior high school, Yan hang guessed it directly, but he didn''t say a word."A guess is accurate," said Yan hang. "Is it fierce?"


    The first day of junior high school laughed: "it''s powerful."


    "Run out to stay so long, go back to your grandmother will not smoke you again?" Yan hang asked.


    "No one cares about me at night." Junior one said.


    "So," Yan hang looked at him, "you''re not going to go home tonight, are you


    The first day of junior high school lowered its head and nodded silently for a long time.


    "Run away from home," Yan hang put the medicine on his instep, and then stood up, "burned away It''s the first time you''ve been growing up, truancy and running away from home. "


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    Yan hang washes his hands, goes back to the living room and sits down, looking at the stunned junior one.


    He grows up so big, there are only two kinds of situations at home at night, one is that he is alone, the other is that he and his father never spend the night in his home.


    But if he wants to stay here, he won''t resist.


    I always feel that I have been used to being lonely. Today, I am not only lonely, but also deeply afraid of the unknown. At this time, if I have someone to accompany me, even if I don''t say a word, I will not be so frightened.


    "You squeeze with me," said Yan hang. "This sofa can''t sleep. My father''s room..."


    Dad''s room he doesn''t want to move.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Then you go to sleep," Yan hang can see that the first day of junior high school has been quite sleepy, "and there will be classes tomorrow."


    "You don''t sleep?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I Sleep. " Yan hang stood up and went to bed.


    Yan hang always has two pillows on his bed. He likes to sleep higher, but it won''t affect him to give him one today. Anyway, he can''t sleep.


    "Do you want to talk for a while?" After lying on the bed, I asked.


    "Little stutterer still wants to chat with people," Yan hang leaned on the head of the bed, reached out and turned off the light, took the mobile phone and turned it on, "sleep with you."


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    He also has the previous page on his mobile phone, which is a local information forum. Besides all kinds of transactions, advertisements and rumors, there are also all kinds of gossip about emergencies.


    When he saw the first day of junior high school standing across the street, he was preparing to go to the toilet. Then he looked at the post titled "has anyone heard about the killing in Linhe district".


    As for why we don''t order it right away and have to go to the toilet


    It''s because he''s afraid.


    In the past, he was only afraid that his father would not come back. Now there are more and more things he is afraid of. Any little information may make his heart feel like being caught.


    As soon as I finished saying good night, I didn''t make any more noise and didn''t even move.


    Yan Hangdian posted.


    He quickly glanced at them, both discussing and asking about the specific situation. At first glance, there was nothing useful in the past, but he was relieved.


    -The man was avenged! My friend''s in that part! Don''t ask me, I don''t know anything else!


    Yan Hang''s downward fingers stopped abruptly.


    To tell you the truth, this reply looks very much like bragging force, especially the last sentence don''t ask me, put it elsewhere, that is "come and ask me, you don''t ask me how I can continue to blow.".


    The people behind the reply are obviously all this idea, and no one cares about this layer at all.


    But Yan Hang''s intuition told him that this man was telling the truth.


    Friends are in this movie.


    It''s a movie.


    Liang Bing.


    Yan hang had a face-to-face contact with Liang Bing only once, but what he could see in these streets was "mixed up", and Liang Bing was the only one.


    There is another sentence in the reply, I don''t know anything else.


    This sentence should also be true.


    Looking at Liang Bing''s appearance, even if he is a gangster, he will walk across these streets. If he goes out, he will have to be beaten into mud.


    I don''t know much about this level.


    But you know as much as you know.


    What''s more, Liang Bing has never appeared in his "territory" after such a big accident


    Yan hang twisted his eyebrows and pondered for a while. He turned his head to see if junior one was asleep. Junior one should know something about Liang Bing.


    As soon as he turned his head, he heard Chuyi sigh: "Yan hang."


    "Well?" Yan hang answered, "I thought you were asleep."


    "I can''t sleep." Junior one turns his head and looks at him.


    "Is my cell phone too bright?" Yan hang looked at the screen, it was already 50% brightness, he adjusted down, "or choose seats?"


    "No," she said softly after a long time of frowning, "my dad didn''t go home today."


    Yan Hang''s mobile phone didn''t hold steady and hit on the bridge of his nose.There was a pain.


    "Buy a hand, a mobile phone rack." Junior one reached over and touched his nose.


    "Doesn''t your father often stay away from home?" Yan hang asked.


    "Go outside, do not, do not return, but will tell, my mother said," the first sigh, "today did not say, mobile phone also call, can''t get through."


    Yan hang felt as if he had been thrown into the ice cellar.


    Cold is not a sudden attack, but a little bit from the sole of the foot, from the fingertips into the body.


    So many things can''t be accidental.


    What he has been worried about should have been It happened.


    The only thing I don''t understand is that my father can have anything to do with it.


    "Didn''t your father''s colleagues and leaders ask what happened?" Yan hang pressed his own confusion and asked softly.


    "If there is no electricity," said junior one, "my mother will go to the company tomorrow to have a look."


    "Well." Yan hang wanted to find another sentence to say, not to let his panic show so obviously, but he opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn''t find a word.


    "I don''t, shouldn''t say, this," Chuyi whispered, "you originally, don''t open, heart."


    "It''s OK, I It''s no big deal, "said Yan hang." I''ve always been very emotional and affected. "


    "No Junior one said.


    "No what?" Yan hang asked.


    "No," Chuichi chuckled, "you are very smart."


    "Natural and unrestrained fart," Yan hang also laughed, "you are still small."


    Smart.


    He used to think he was very smart, and his father was even more smart from the bottom of his heart.


    In fact, they all use the same way to cover it up.


    "Yan hang," junior one''s hand stretched out, touched his arm a few times, grasped his wrist, "you have, what''s not, happy, want to say, time, can tell, tell me."


    "Well," Yan hang laughed, "little angel."


    Yan Hang''s wrist is very thin. When he holds it, he can feel the carpal bone in his palm.


    The first day of junior high school felt very comfortable. He closed his eyes and put his finger on Yan Hang''s wrist.


    Sometimes when he couldn''t sleep, he would beat the rhythm gently. It was easier for him to fall asleep under the monotonous and repetitive feeling. I just didn''t know if this method was useful for Yan hang.


    After a while, he suddenly felt that there was something different inside Yan Hang''s wrist.


    There seems to be a very thin bulge.


    Scars?


    His first reaction was not very good, but the raised path was upright


    Just as he wanted to touch it again, Yan hang pulled out his hand and nodded on his forehead with his backhand: "sleep."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    After a while, Yan hang added: "it''s a small scar. I was scratched by a nail when I fell down before."


    "Ah, does it hurt?" First day of junior high school.


    "It doesn''t hurt. I don''t feel much." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school wanted to turn over and face Yan hang, but he found that he would press his leg, so he had to turn back and lie on his back.


    Yan hang felt a small bottle next to his pillow and sprayed something on it.


    It smells good. The faint fragrance, mixed with Yan Hang''s breath, makes me sleepy.


    "Is it fan, hunxiang?" He asked.


    "key face, dog," Yan hang said, "Lavender spray, sleep."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh He closed his eyes and laughed.


    The post on the forum is quite long. Yan hang has read it several times from beginning to end. There are all kinds of opinions, such as robbery, revenge and fighting, but they are basically guesswork.


    Except for the "don''t ask me" layer owner, there is basically no reliable content.


    When Yan hang refreshed again to see if there was any new content, the system showed that the post had been deleted.


    He frowned and threw the phone away.


    I couldn''t sleep. I couldn''t sleep for several days. Today, I didn''t even feel confused for a second. It''s killing me.


    He closed his eyes against the pillow and touched the scar on his wrist.


    Leng for a while, he gently sat up, next to the first day has fallen asleep, breathing slow and calm.


    Yan hang sat cross legged on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Let your mind go.


    It''s hard. Every time Dad says we come to meditate, he can''t do it.


    Although he has a whole night now, he knows that he can''t do it before he starts. He can''t do it at ordinary times, and it''s even more impossible in this case.


    It can only be used to kill time.


    It''s all in my head.


    Dad.


    The dead man.


    Father of junior one.Liang Bing.


    He wanted to connect these, but he couldn''t find the thread.


    He stayed at the head of the bed all night. At daybreak, he felt that he couldn''t move any more. His back hurt badly.


    What he admired was that he didn''t turn over all night on the first day of junior high school. He kept a posture of looking up in a few hours. He didn''t snore, he didn''t grind his teeth, he didn''t talk in his sleep.


    It''s as quiet as if it doesn''t exist.


    It should be a sound sleep.


    Yan hang looked at the time, according to the normal school time, he could still sleep for another half an hour, but he didn''t know whether to call the first day of junior high school and go home first.


    When hesitating, the mobile phone next to the pillow rings.


    Yan hang took a look, and it showed "Mom".


    "Ah, the first day of junior high school," he quickly pushed the first day of junior high school, "your mother called."


    "Well..." The first day of junior high school is confused to stare ground should a, didn''t open an eye.


    "Your grandmother is going to smoke you!" Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and wanted to help him pick up the phone first. He pulled it for more than a dozen times. The mobile phone seemed to be dead, and the screen was black.


    "I''ll come," he said as soon as he woke up. He rubbed his eyes and took his cell phone. Like luck, he lit up the screen first, then pushed the answer circle and slowly pulled it aside. This time he picked it up. He sat up and said, "hello?"


    "If you come back at noon today, I''ll chop you!" The voice over there rushed out, "you''re going crazy! Your father is missing all day long! You''re following me, aren''t you! Don''t come back if you can! "


    I hung up the phone before I made a sound.


    First day mother should be very angry, the voice is very loud, Yan hang can hear clearly beside.


    "I''ll accompany you back," said Yan hang. "I''ll explain it to them. Blame me. Yesterday you should go back."


    "No, no," the first day of junior high school shook his head. "Besides, if you don''t let me stay, I won''t go back."


    Yan hang looked at him and said nothing.


    The first day of junior high school, I feel that I''m not decent these two days.


    It can''t be said that it''s not like words. It''s just that it suddenly doesn''t follow the routine of more than ten years.


    He didn''t know what was going on.


    It''s like suddenly entering a period of rebellion that never existed and never thought existed.


    It''s not clear whether it''s because of Yan hang or the oppressive atmosphere that my father suddenly disappeared.


    All of a sudden, he didn''t care. His mother''s long face, his grandmother''s raised arm, and his grandfather were like the double Q of a black hole


    However, after getting up and eating the breakfast made by Yan hang, he decided to go to school.


    After all, there is something at home now. His rebellious period should be released first. My mother is really upset.


    "Don''t come here at noon," said Yan hang. "Let''s go straight home."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    "If your father has any news, let me know." Yan hang said.


    "OK," the first day of junior high school answered, "if you have something to do, call me."


    "Good." Yan hang patted him on the shoulder.


    When I went out of Yan Hang''s home on the first day of junior high school, I was a little reluctant.


    He likes to stay with Yan hang, even if he is a little gray now, he doesn''t care.


    When he went to school, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He didn''t know what he wanted to see.


    At such a short time, neither mom nor Yan hang would contact him so soon.


    He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.


    As soon as he entered the classroom, he felt that the atmosphere was more lively than usual.


    As soon as he got to his seat, Li Zihao came up behind him and said, "ah, first day of junior high school."


    Junior one didn''t make a sound or move.


    "The river was dead yesterday. Do you know what happened?" Li Zihao asked, "your home is nearest to that area. You were absent from school yesterday afternoon. Did you see anything?"


    "No The first day of junior high school answered that they were all discussing this matter.


    "Damn it Li Zihao gave him a push, "what are you playing cool?"


    "That''s not true." Junior one said.


    "I heard it was a fight. Didn''t you hear anything?" Li Zihao''s desire for knowledge of eight trigrams overcame his anger and continued to ask, "then what did you do yesterday afternoon?"


    "Hair, fever," said junior one, "sleep at home, sleep."


    "Hair, fever, sleep at home, sleep," Li Zihao learned from him, the people next to him laughed, Li Zihao pushed him again, "I''m afraid you don''t know if someone died downstairs."


    On the first day of junior high school, people around changed the topic and continued to discuss the fight by the river.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t quite understand what these people were excited about. Were they replaced by choppers, or by choppers, or just because someone died in such a bloody way?


    For two consecutive classes, he didn''t stop discussing for four weeks.After the second class, the head teacher came into the classroom, stood at the door, looked into the classroom for two circles, and then his eyes fell on Junior One: "junior one, you come here."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned. He was never called by the teacher from the classroom. Sometimes he felt that the teacher might not know him.


    People around him also had some accidents. When he stood up, someone said, "people don''t kill at the first time, do they?"


    A group of people burst into laughter.


    The first time I saw the speaker, I went to the door of the classroom. The head teacher pointed to those people: "don''t make fun of this kind of thing!"


    On the first day of junior high school, he followed the head teacher downstairs anxiously. When he arrived downstairs, the head teacher stopped: "go home first. Something happened in your family. Your aunt just called the school and asked for leave for you."


    "What, what, what?" The first time I heard it, I was stunned, and suddenly I was in a panic.


    "She didn''t say," the head teacher said, "don''t worry. Go home and see what''s going on."


    "Thanks, thanks, thanks..." The first day of junior high school is more difficult to speak in a hurry.


    "Go back, don''t say," the head teacher waved, "pay attention to safety on the road!"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He turned around and ran to the school gate.


    What''s the matter?


    What can happen at home?


    It''s not a matter for grandma to take off her clothes and fight with others. What else can it be?


    ¡­¡­ daddy?


    What can happen to dad?


    A car accident?


    He didn''t dare to think about it. He took out his mobile phone while running. Now he didn''t dare to call his mother. He had to call his aunt first.


    For the first time, the unresponsive mobile phone made him want to throw away this junk.


    Half a street out, the phone finally dial out.


    The aunt answered the phone immediately: "dog?"


    "What''s the matter?" The first day of junior high school.


    "Don''t worry, don''t worry," my aunt said quickly, "I''m at your home. I''ll wait for you at the intersection. Don''t worry!"


    "Is that my father?" Junior one couldn''t help asking, "it''s a car, a car..."


    "It''s not a car accident, it''s not, it''s just the police asking," said the aunt. "It''s not clear about the specific situation yet..."


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 Chapter 22

    Just ran to the intersection of Yan Hang''s home, I saw my aunt''s car coming on the first day of junior high school.


    "Dog, get in the car." My aunt put out her head and called him.


    On the first day of junior high school, I opened the door and sat on the copilot. Before I could catch my breath, I asked, "what''s wrong with my father?"


    "Well, your dad hasn''t been found yet," she said, reaching for a tissue. "But The police saw their company''s car in the surveillance. Yesterday''s car was driven by your father. "


    "Why, what kind of supervision and control?" The first day of junior high school is holding a paper towel. I don''t understand what my aunt is saying.


    "The monitor at the entrance of the alley over there," said the little aunt, "I heard that the man ran out from the alley to the river. The monitor on the street over there caught your father''s car passing by. The man got out of the car first and then with your father..."


    "Well Individual The first day of junior high school was completely flustered.


    "The man who died was a colleague of your father''s company, and also a driver," said the little aunt. "Your mother hasn''t met that person, and I don''t know the details. The police are still investigating, and the details won''t be disclosed. Don''t panic. The matter hasn''t been understood yet. Your father..."


    The first day of junior high school, looking at the front, the whole person was lost. He couldn''t hear what my aunt was saying.


    Dad didn''t go home one day and one night, and he couldn''t get in touch with his mobile phone. Although this situation never happened before, he didn''t worry too much. Dad was timid, didn''t dare to fight, didn''t have the courage to cheat and didn''t have the money. He even avoided people who had drunk too much at night, for fear of causing trouble.


    His most terrible imagination of his father''s disappearance is a car accident.


    I didn''t expect that people like dad could be involved in the fight and murder.


    "Ignore those people." My aunt stopped the car downstairs and said a word when she got off the bus.


    On the first day of junior high school, when I got off the bus, I saw a lot of neighbors gathered at his downstairs. When I saw him coming, I was fascinated by the expression on my face.


    Some inquiry, some curiosity, some Excited, looking forward to someone''s family something good, there is talk about the kind of schadenfreude.


    "Poor child on the first day of junior high school," sighed an old lady very loudly, "his father..."


    "Father and mother live together for three generations. What''s the pity?" The little aunt didn''t look there, but her voice was very loud. "How nice it is to be so compassionate and even for yourself."


    The first day of junior high school, I bowed my head and walked into the corridor.


    When there is still one floor left home, you can hear grandma''s voice.


    "Comrade police! You can''t do wrong to people. You should go to find people when they are gone. How can you pull people to murder cases? "


    "Old lady, we just came to find out the situation. We haven''t come to any conclusion now." A man''s voice sounds patient. It should be a policeman.


    "Say what you know, and say no if you don''t know." She reminded him in a low voice when she came in.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    He had never experienced such a thing before. When he came in, he felt so nervous that he walked smoothly.


    There are three policemen in the room, two men and one woman, and a middle-aged man. He looks a little familiar at the first day of junior high school. He should be the leader of his father''s company.


    The police should go to the company first, and then come back to their home He stood in the living room, his head bowed slightly.


    The policewoman took him to the sofa and said kindly, "Hello, young man, my name is Wang. I want to know about the situation with you and see if there is anything we have missed. Don''t be nervous, just a few questions."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Did your father say anything to you before he went to the company yesterday?" Asked officer Wang.


    "No," junior thought, "when I went to school, he had already left."


    "Don''t be nervous." Wang said.


    "It''s just a stammer, whether you''re nervous or not!" Grandma said.


    "Did your father behave differently from before? As long as you think it''s different from usual, you can say it. " Officer Wang continued.


    "Mind your mouth, don''t talk nonsense!" Grandma pointed to the first day of junior high school.


    Officer Wang laughed: "grandma, can you avoid it first?"


    "I dodge? What am I going to avoid? " Grandma was very upset.


    "That''s enough! When is it? You are still like this Mom forced grandma into the bedroom and closed the door.


    The first day of junior high school was relieved and said softly, "I didn''t notice anything. What''s the difference? My father came back late. We didn''t talk too much."


    "Well, have you ever heard your father mention his colleagues?" Officer Wang continued.


    "Just "Uncle Ding." Junior one said.


    "What''s his relationship with Uncle Ding?" Asked officer Wang.


    The first day of junior high school has already had a vague feeling. When my aunt said it was my father''s colleague who died, he didn''t have too many ideas. Now officer Wang asked


    Suddenly he was afraid to answer.


    "It doesn''t matter. Say what you have," said officer Wang. "We know the situation now, and we won''t judge by just a few words.""Uncle Ding has been fighting my father for a long time," Chuichi said with a frown No, not friends. "


    While recording, officer Wang asked a few more questions.


    In fact, the questions are very simple. The main thing is to ask Dad if he is abnormal, if he has any conflicts with others, and if he has any contact with anyone recently.


    But the first day of junior high school is not easy to answer, except because Dad''s situation is not clear He didn''t feel that he knew so little about his family before. No matter his father or his mother or grandparents, if he asked such a question, he might not be able to answer it very clearly.


    The first day of junior high school felt that her mind was buzzing all the time. Her voice was far and near for a while, and it was hard to hear. The whole person seemed to be tied to a rotating windmill.


    "Look at this picture again," officer Wang took out a picture. "Can you recognize this man?"


    Junior one took the photo and looked down.


    This is a screenshot of surveillance. There is a back image that is not very clear. It was taken from the back side. Only half of the side face can be seen.


    But he can recognize the car in the lower left corner of the screenshot, the two company cars dad often drives, one is a black SUV, the other is a white one.


    "I don''t know. Come on." The first day of junior high school, give the photo back to officer Wang.


    "OK, thank you for your cooperation." Officer Wang patted him on the shoulder and stood up.


    Mom came out of the room: "Comrade police, will he Will it... "


    "Don''t worry, we''ll find out," another officer said. "If he contacts his family, be sure to tell us. Your family should also persuade him to come back to cooperate with our investigation."


    "Yes, yes." Mom nodded.


    After the police and the leader of dad''s company left, the house was quiet.


    Everyone was a little bit stunned, even Grandma had no voice.


    "I don''t understand," my mother said after a long time, "how can he get involved with Lao Ding Old Ding is dead. What''s he running for? "


    Sure enough, it''s Lao Ding.


    Chuyi twists her fingers and stares at the floor in silence.


    "He killed it." My grandfather said.


    "Are you my father?" Mom yelled.


    "I think you are tired of living!" Grandma jumped up and slapped him on the arm. "If you don''t know how to speak, just shut your fart eyes. If you can''t hold your fart, you can''t go out and kill yourself!"


    "Uncle," the little aunt frowned, "you usually talk nonsense and forget everything. You can''t just say that this is a case of human life!"


    "Er Ping, do you have anything to do with it? Can you help me find out?" My mother asked my aunt.


    My aunt sighed: "I''ll try. It doesn''t work. General cases may work. This..."


    "If you don''t want to help, just say so." Mother interrupted her.


    "I don''t want to help. Will I come as soon as I know about it?" My aunt said, "I''m not a Tathagata. What else can I do?"


    "Didn''t you come to see the excitement?" Mother gave a sneer.


    "Yes! I''m just here to see the excitement, "my aunt said." the excitement in your house is really beautiful. It''s worth driving from the west to the East, isn''t it? "


    As soon as I got up, I sat down at my desk and fell down with my head in my arms.


    My aunt came all the way, but my mother said such words, which made him feel very embarrassed.


    He closed his eyes and shook the picture in his head.


    I don''t know if it''s because he''s been thinking about it or because of his psychological function. When officer Wang asked him to look at it, he didn''t feel much, but now he always feels a little familiar with it.


    Not much for a while, grandma and uncle also came, the small living room of the family became full.


    After they had quarreled with each other, they began to talk about Dad.


    "People are certainly not injured, he ran out of the time well, the dead one is certainly not his stab, how can he have the courage," Auntie said, "you don''t guess! It''s better to think about where he can go when he has free time, and it''s the most important thing to get people back to cooperate with the investigation! "


    "But the car was driven by him, and Lao Ding got off from his car. The police said that he and Lao Ding got into the alley behind them, and then ran out again," my mother said with a crying voice. "Now there''s no shadow left. How can we make it clear..."


    Chuyi holds his head and listens to the people in the room guessing back and forth in the limited information disclosed by the police.


    He couldn''t figure it out.


    Dad drove his car to the alley with Lao Ding, and then followed him into the alley. Then Lao Ding ran out from the other end of the alley and died by the river. Dad drove back and ran away. The car was found in the suburbs, but no one was found.


    In this case, three people, one died and two couldn''t be found.


    Who is that invisible figure?Why do you always feel a little familiar?


    "I''ll make a few phone calls in the car," my aunt said, "to see if I can get something."


    "Go ahead and bring me some more food," my aunt said. "I didn''t eat in the morning."


    "Well." My aunt answered and went to open the door.


    There was a sound of footsteps and coughing outside the door. Several neighbors seemed to have pneumonia suddenly and went upstairs and downstairs with a bad cough.


    "You have a very warm atmosphere." Aunt went out and closed the door.


    "You''re still in the mood to eat!" Grandma seemed to have no place to vent her anger and yelled at her.


    "Just eat," she said, "and I''ll have a drink."


    The first day of junior high school is a little impatient. He takes out his mobile phone and wants to send a message to Yan hang.


    If Yan hang didn''t need him to accompany him, he would go out for a walk. It was better to stay at home than anywhere.


    The mobile phone was changing slowly. At the moment when he opened wechat and saw Yan Hang''s head portrait, his hand suddenly stopped.


    That figure.


    That figure!


    ¡­¡­ That''s uncle Yan!


    He suddenly felt out of breath and had to grab the edge of the table and inhale hard.


    The brain seems to be going out of consciousness.


    He gasped for breath. It was easy for him to recover from the chaos. Then he sat up straight. How could he? How is that possible?


    How could it be uncle Yan!


    "What are you doing?" Grandma glared at him, "hysteria!"


    "You know it! "I''m scared to be such a big kid," she said, opening her fan and Fanning at junior one. "What''s the matter with your family?"


    "On the first day of junior high school," his mother waved to him wearily, "go back to school. If you don''t want to go back to school, just go out and have a look. Don''t hold it at home."


    Junior one stood up and went out with a mobile phone.


    His legs were shaking all the time when he went downstairs, and he almost knelt down several times.


    Although he didn''t see his face, the familiar feeling, once he thought of it, became very strong. He could feel the fear and uneasiness in his heart. Like waves, he kept flapping layer by layer, spreading little by little all over his body.


    He never thought that person would be uncle Yan.


    What''s more, I didn''t expect that uncle Yan would be present with the disappearance of my father and the death of Lao Ding.


    And if that figure is really uncle Yan, then another person''s blood in the alley


    The first day of junior high school has no courage to think about it any more. I just feel like shivering in the summer vacation.


    "Dog?" Aunt carrying two bags with lunch boxes came to him and called him, "where are you going?"


    "Get out Let''s go. " Junior one said.


    "Shall I drive around?" Asked the little aunt.


    "No, No." Junior one shakes his head.


    "Hungry or not?" My aunt asked again, "I bought some steamed buns. There are a lot of other things. Would you like some?"


    Junior one shakes his head.


    My aunt sighed, touched his head, and put 200 yuan into his pocket: "then go around. If you are hungry, you can buy something to eat."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Turn around.


    Where are you going?


    As soon as he came out of the corridor, he felt all kinds of eyes.


    The corridor entrance of several buildings faces an open space. Generally, it is full of cars. Occasionally, you can see people passing by and coming home. Today, however, there are several neighbors standing in twos and threes.


    As soon as he came out, he wanted to turn around and go back to the building. He couldn''t stay at home, so he bit his teeth and went on.


    When I passed the store where I always helped grandma buy cigarettes, there were several people standing in it. As soon as I saw him, someone immediately called out: "first day of junior high school! What''s the matter with the police going to your house? "


    He didn''t make a sound, bowed his head and walked quickly in the past, left these buildings, he didn''t dare to go to the usual way.


    He was afraid of people who knew him. Every one of them was born in the rivers and lakes. No news could be passed on too late. Dad was missing, and the police came to his house. This kind of hot news could be spread all over in less than an hour.


    He is also afraid of Pass by Yan Hang''s house.


    He even began to fear that Yan hang would contact him.


    He doesn''t know what happened, whether Yan Hang knows now, whether Yan hang will be angry, and whether he will pay attention to him.


    He doesn''t have any relevant experience. He doesn''t even know how to deal with a quarrel between his friends.


    He has no friends.


    And now does he want to tell Yan hang about it? He didn''t know.


    Before Yan Hang''s state, he didn''t dare to ask why. Now he knows the reason, but he doesn''t know what to do.


    The only friend he really gets along with, the only friend he wants to see all the time, the only friend who is gentle and respectful to him, has now become such a situation.Dad''s house has been turned over for the third time, once a day. Yesterday was the third day. Yan Hang still didn''t find any useful information from dad''s poor things.


    Today, he has no power to look for any more, just sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.


    The mobile phone is at hand. He doesn''t know how many times he wants to pick up the mobile phone, send a message to his father, or make a phone call.


    But it''s been suppressed countless times.


    He doesn''t know his father''s current situation at all, and he''s not sure what the consequences will be for him and himself if he contacts his father.


    He can only bear it.


    Dad didn''t disappear for a long time this time, just four days. Compared with the previous week, it was nothing for him in terms of time.


    But this time it''s not just waiting for the pressure.


    He was well aware that something had happened.


    There are even more judgments.


    The first day of junior high school has not contacted him for several days, and has not sent a message, let alone called.


    The small expressions in the circle of friends have not increased since the day of the accident.


    But the first day of junior high school will appear behind the opposite tree in the evening, and it takes two or three hours to start a station. If he doesn''t turn off the light all night, the first day of junior high school may stand all night, but he hasn''t tried. Every time it''s nearly 12 o''clock, he will turn off the light, so the first day of junior high school will leave in an hour.


    This matter has something to do with my father.


    This judgment does not need any further deliberation.


    This double suffering made Yan hang sure that he was in a very healthy mental state, and he didn''t commit suicide as his father worried.


    He got up and slowly sorted out the mess in the room.


    Back in the living room, he turned on the TV.


    There is no more news in the news these days, but he will still turn on the TV during the news time.


    When the familiar news music sounded, he lit a cigarette.


    There was still no news. The morning news said it was under investigation, but the noon news didn''t even mention it.


    Yan hang pinched his cigarette, got up and went to the window to pour himself a glass of water.


    Just as he wanted to turn back to the sofa and be stunned, he saw a police car coming from the opposite street through the crack of the curtain, and then turned around and stopped in front of his house.


    He put the cup on the next table before it fell to the ground.


    Watching the police and a big sister who has the temperament of the neighborhood committee get off the car, and then walk step by step, he tries to adjust his breathing, so that he can smoothly open the door when the police knock on the door.


    There was a knock at the door.


    Yan hang propped up the wall and opened the door.


    Three policemen stood outside the door, showing their certificates and introducing themselves. Yan hang neither saw nor heard clearly.


    "Who is Yan Zhiyuan?" He only heard this sentence clearly.


    "It''s my dad." Yan hang replied.


    "Well, we have some problems that you need to cooperate with the investigation." The police looked at him.


    "All right." Yan hang nodded.


    After entering the room, the police first looked at the two rooms, then sat down on the sofa, and Yan hang poured water in front of them.


    "Sit down," said the policeman. "There''s no pressure."


    Yan hang hooked a chair with his feet. When he sat down, he felt that his back hurt badly.


    "Please take a look at this picture first," a policeman handed over a picture. "Can you recognize this person?"


    Yan hang took a look at the photo.


    It''s a screenshot of the surveillance. Only one back can be seen.


    But even if it was only half of his back, he could recognize it at a glance.


    "Yes," he returned the photo to the police, "it''s my dad."


    "Do you know this man?" The police handed in another picture.


    This is a work photo.


    Father of junior one.


    Yan hang was shocked.


    "I don''t know." He said.


    It''s true that I don''t know each other. It''s normal that I don''t remember my father''s appearance even if I have met him.


    "When did your father come out?" The police put the photos away.


    "Wednesday morning, towards noon." Yan hang did not hide, the police can find him, of course, has mastered the situation of his father.


    "Have you ever come back? Or contacted you? " Asked the policeman.


    "No Yan hang replied.


    "Did he say anything before he went out? For example, who do you meet? " The police continued.


    "No," said Yan hang, "I said I had something to go out."


    "Is there anyone else he knows here?"


    "No


    "Did anyone come to him during this time?"


    "No"Did you take any phone calls?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Yes, "Yan hang lit a cigarette," after answering the phone, he went out of the door. "


    "Do you know who called?"


    "I don''t know."


    The policeman looked at him and said, "you didn''t go to school, did you?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I dropped out of school for depression. I have a diagnosis."


    "Well," sighed the policeman, "do you have any other relatives?"


    "No more." Yan hang replied that he didn''t know how much information the police had mastered in the past few days, and he didn''t know how much of his father''s past he didn''t know.


    "Did he say why he came here?" Asked the policeman.


    "No Yan hang flicked the ash.


    "Have you contacted your father these days?"


    "No Yan hang felt that he should record a voice. He could basically answer police questions with "no" and "don''t know".


    "He hasn''t come back for so many days," the policeman looked at him. "Haven''t you ever thought of contacting him?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "we''ve been like this all the time. He doesn''t tell me anything. I don''t ask anything."


    "OK," the policeman nodded and handed over a business card. "Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any details you missed, you can call me at any time. We may find you to understand the situation. I hope you can continue to cooperate."


    "Yes." Yan hang said.


    The police left.


    When Yan hang closed the door, he felt as if all his strength had been taken away from his body.


    The air, the light, and the color are all around.


    He squatted down slowly and hugged his head.


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 Chapter 23

    The police went to Yan Hang''s house yesterday.


    Junior one knows that the figure in the photo is uncle Yan.


    So Yan hang must have known who the car was and who the third person at the scene was.


    This makes junior one very scared.


    What he was even more afraid of was that Yan hang knew that uncle Yan might have been injured, but his father didn''t.


    Of the three, one is dead, one is injured, and the other is OK


    The first day of junior high school, standing behind the tree, he would panic when he thought of these things. He was so flustered that he had to lean against the tree trunk.


    He had a hard time these days. He didn''t go to school for two days. His family was in a mess. He didn''t get any news from his father, couldn''t find anyone, and didn''t contact his family.


    My mother is in a daze on the sofa every day, and my grandmother is swearing every day. If you see someone swearing, you have to fight with someone when you go out.


    And the rumors outside are more terrible than at home.


    Dad became a real-life version of "don''t mess with honest people.".


    It''s like a gasbag. I''ll stab you to death if I''m in a hurry. If I stab you to death, I can stab you to death.


    There''s no progress on the case. He''s the son of the murderer.


    In addition to Yan Hang''s message, wechat, which will never receive any message, becomes lively. Every day, some students come to add his friends.


    The feeling of being forced to be exposed to everyone''s eyes makes him stand in a transparent sealed steamer every minute.


    No one could hear what he said, no one wanted to hear, only one layer of suffocation.


    He took a look at the window of Yan Hang''s house. After the police left, there was no movement in Yan Hang''s house.


    In fact, the so-called movement is nothing more than whether the light is on or not, and whether Yan Hang''s shadow has swung on the curtain.


    The light of Yan Hang''s house didn''t light up until more than nine o''clock in the evening.


    This makes junior one very worried.


    Yan hang hasn''t been out these days. He can''t figure out his condition on the first day of junior high school. He doesn''t even know if he has eaten.


    It can only be judged from the light on and off that Yan Hang is at home and walking.


    Nothing else.


    But he didn''t dare to contact Yan hang. He didn''t know if Yan hang had the same idea about his father killing people as those people.


    He stuck his eyes behind the tree and continued to stare at Yan Hang''s window. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he gently squeezed the little leather steelwork.


    Like a stalker.


    Fortunately, there are few people now, and no one found that he would come here to stick it every day.


    At 10:30, he couldn''t help it. He ran all the way to a 24-hour supermarket far from home, where no one knew him.


    My aunt gave him 200 yuan that day, but he didn''t use it. Now he took it out and bought a bunch of food, snacks, ham sausage, snacks, and several boxes of self heating rice. Originally, he wanted to buy another cigarette that Yan hang always smoked, but after asking the price, he found that the cigarette was too high-grade. He didn''t have enough money. Finally, he bought only two bags, and then ran back with these things.


    While there was no one around, he quickly crossed the street and stood at the door of Yan Hang''s house.


    There was no sound in it.


    Of course, he did not dare to get too close for fear of being found.


    Holding his breath, he approached carefully, ready to rush over, put the food in the door, then knock on the door, and then turn to run away.


    He practiced the process in his mind several times and then ran over on tiptoe.


    Just as he bent down to put down the bag, the door lock rang.


    At the beginning of the new year, he felt that his brain was buzzing and exploding, and his blood gathered from his whole body to his head. He threw the bag and turned around to run.


    He only took five steps at most, and someone kicked him in the back.


    He staggered two steps. Before he fell down, he was grabbed again and his arm was pulled back.


    "What are you running for?" Yan Hang''s voice is a little hoarse.


    "No, I don''t know." As soon as I looked back and saw Yan Hang''s haggard face in the dim street lights, I immediately felt that his nose was sour.


    "With this speed of reaction, I''m afraid the road of being a thief will not work." Yan hang released him.


    "You can rob, rob the way." Junior one said.


    "Let''s collect the protection fee at the gate of the kindergarten." Yan hang smiles.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan Hang''s smile was full of fatigue. He couldn''t bear it any more with a glance, and his tears welled up in an instant.


    It''s like the gate is broken.


    Yan hang didn''t speak or move. He just stood there and watched him cry.


    He didn''t want to cry, especially when he was crying in front of Yan hang, but crying was like giggling. Once he started, it was not easy to stop.


    He finally clenched his teeth and finally stopped.


    I feel that in order to press down the crying force, the muscles of my whole body are strained.He lowered his head, pulled up his clothes and wiped them on his eyes.


    Yan hang tut.


    "Yes, I can''t afford it." He loosened his clothes, raised his hand, and rubbed his arm against his eyes twice. As soon as he said this, tears came out again.


    He seldom cried, was beaten, scolded and bullied. He never cried. At most, he complained to the tree hole. Many emotions passed away.


    Now I don''t know what''s wrong, grievance, depression, panic, uneasiness, crisscross, all turned up.


    "Come in and cry." Yan hang patted him on the head, turned around, picked up the bag on the ground and went back to the house.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment and walked in behind him.


    He didn''t come in for a few days. It seemed that the hut he had always felt warm and steady had changed.


    In fact, everything is still in the same place, except that the tea table is a bit messy and there is dust everywhere. Everything is the same, but the feeling is different.


    It''s very dark and cold.


    "What did you buy?" Yan hang put the bag on the tea table and opened it.


    "To eat," the first day of junior high school wiped his eyes and came to him, "you are, aren''t you one, haven''t you eaten all the time?"


    "Not hungry." Yan hang said.


    "This is good, eat," the first day of junior high school took out a box of gravy rice, "I ate special, don''t taste good."


    "Yes." Yan hang took a look.


    After the light was turned on in the room, the first day of junior high school found that Yan hang was very thin and had a sharp chin.


    "Eat something," he said, looking down at the instructions on the lunch box, which was 18 yuan a box. It was very luxurious. He had never eaten such a high-end thing. "I see, how can I eat it?"


    "Local dog." Yan hang took the box from him.


    After the heat came out of the rice box, the coolness of the room receded slightly, but the gray tone was still there.


    The first day of junior high school sat on the stool beside the tea table, watching Yan hang eat.


    Yan hang ate very slowly and chewed every bite for a long time.


    Junior one likes stewed meat rice very much. His aunt took him to eat it before. He ate two portions of it. Although this box is not made and eaten now, it smells very fragrant.


    Yan hang had such a hard time eating such a delicious dish because he had no appetite.


    This lunch box should be just for his face.


    "Drink water?" Junior one asked softly.


    "Well." Yan hang took a look at him.


    He took Yan Hang''s cup, poured a cup of water, put it on the tea table, and then sat back in the same place.


    Yan hang turned over the bag and took a bag of seaweed out to have a look: "it was bought by a child."


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s just for the kids."


    Yan hang unpacked, took two pieces and put them in his mouth. He handed the rest to him.


    I took a piece of it in my mouth and bit it in.


    He wants to talk to Yan hang, but he can''t find anything to say. Yan hang has been eating in silence, slow and silent.


    Maybe Yan hang didn''t want to talk to him.


    When the last meal was finished, Yan hang pointed at him when he put down his lunch box: "don''t move."


    "Oh." I left the stool and sat back.


    "I''m fine," said Yan hang. "You don''t have to worry about me. Deal with the family affairs first."


    The first day of junior high school, my heart trembled.


    "I Nothing. Nothing to deal with. " He bowed his head and sighed.


    "Also," Yan hang lit a cigarette, "there is no news."


    "Yan hang," the first day of junior high school called him, "I..."


    Yan hang turned his head.


    "My dad He, my dad, he, he... " The first day of junior high school, the more difficult it was to speak, the more difficult it was to say, "just, just, just my dad..."


    "He doesn''t have the guts." Yan hang said.


    "Ah?" At first I was stunned.


    "Go back," said Yan hang. "Sleep well. What should I do? Your father has run away. Are you still alive?"


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak.


    "Here you are," Yan hang took out a card from his wallet. "The annual card of that boxing house. You can play when you have nothing to do."


    Junior one didn''t move.


    "We usually don''t stay in the same place for a long time. My father still has an annual card, which should be for you," Yan hang said. "I can''t use it either."


    The first day of junior high school took the card and squeezed it tightly in my hand. I felt my hand shaking.


    After a long time, he put the card into his pocket and asked softly, "are you going to leave, are you going to leave?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    He secretly looked at Yan Hang''s ankle, where the small black stone was still tied.


    This feeling, can not say is a sigh of relief, or a sense of loss.


    "I found that you are not much older, and you have a heavy heart," Yan hang said, patting him in the face. "I guess you think too much, so you don''t grow up.""I''m going to jump in the second half of the year." Junior one said.


    "You came here as planned?" Yan hang smiles.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded, "I''ve saved enough for one jump, to two meters."


    "I''ll see." Yan hang said.


    I don''t know what happened on the first day of junior high school. Yan Hang''s words will make his nose sour.


    I don''t know whether it''s because waiting to see indicates some connection in the future, or because waiting to see is more like "if one day".


    "Go back," said Yan hang, "and have a good sleep."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should say, "how about you?"


    "I''ll get some sleep, too. I just took medicine before you came to be a thief, and now I''m a little sleepy." Yan hang said.


    "Well, how are you, sleeping well." Junior one stood up.


    "I know," Yan hang also stood up and scratched his head twice. "Don''t you mean to have a haircut? It''s still a bird''s nest. "


    "Forget," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''ll go in two days."


    "Don''t worry about it. If it''s too short, you have to fix it." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I scratched my hair.


    Standing behind the curtain, looking at the first day of junior high school, Yan hang turned off the light in the room.


    Back on the sofa.


    He has been sitting here these days, not knowing what he is thinking or what he should do.


    It''s also waiting. In the past, there was expectation, but now there is confusion.


    And panic.


    He cheated junior one, he did not take medicine, he did not want to sleep.


    As soon as he closed his eyes, his eyes were full of blood.


    This piece of monitoring is not perfect, three people are into the alley, from the alley the original road back is the first day father, out to the river direction has monitoring, but only photographed the dead.


    Where''s dad?


    So much blood is killing people.


    You''re going to die.


    Yan hang clenched his hands and wrapped his fingers in his palm, trying to make his hands warm.


    It''s July. It''s still cold like this.


    He spent the night on the sofa again, just like the previous nights.


    The only difference is that there is a trace of reality in the air because of the smell of self heating rice.


    The whole room also had a sound because of the first day of junior high school.


    When it was almost dawn, he was relieved. He didn''t know why he was relieved. It was as if he could breathe again when the light came through the curtain.


    The sunlight leaking in through the curtain let him feel the change of time.


    He gazed at the light and judged the present moment in his heart meaninglessly.


    It''s about eight twenty.


    There was a light step outside the door.


    It''s not Dad.


    He is too familiar with dad''s footsteps, and he knows very well that Dad can''t show up at this time.


    It''s not the first day of junior high school.


    There will be a pause at the door on the first day of junior high school.


    It won''t be the police. The police won''t come alone.


    Yan hang got up, ran into the kitchen quickly, took a knife, leaned against the doorframe, and stared at the door of the living room.


    The footsteps came to the door and stopped. Then the door was knocked.


    Knock on the door?


    Yan hang felt that he was a little nervous. Maybe it was the landlord, maybe it was the garbage collector, maybe it was the neighborhood committee


    "Who?" He didn''t move. He stood in the same place and asked.


    "Is Yan hang there?" Outside was a man''s voice.


    "I ask who you are." Yan hang said.


    "Your father''s friend." The man replied.


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound.


    Dad never said he had friends.


    He took a look at the kitchen window. There was a small door on the security window. It was probably left by the landlord to escape the fire. The key was on the cupboard.


    "Vigilance is so high..." The man outside sighed, "Yan Jidao, your father asked me to come to you."


    Yan hang was stunned.


    "Look at this." The man said again.


    Then he saw that something had been jammed in under the crack of the door, and Yan hang recognized it as soon as a corner was exposed.


    This is Dad''s envelope.


    Without hesitation, he quickly walked over and picked up the envelope.


    It''s this envelope. Every time he sees it, it makes him feel uneasy. He wants to see the content, but he doesn''t dare to see it. Now he wants to find it all the time.


    He opened the envelope and saw that there was only a very thin piece of paper in it, which was almost the same feeling. Every time he picked it up, he felt that there was only one page of writing paper on the top of his head.


    When he pulled out this piece of paper, his heart beat a little bit.After all these years, he''s finally going to see what''s inside.


    Now the mood can not be described.


    Excitement, expectation, uneasiness, fear, all grow vigorously like fertilizer.


    He took a breath and slowly exhaled.


    Then unfolded the letter.


    In fact, it''s not a letter. I don''t know what kind of book to tear down a page. The edge is the same as that of a dog. It''s very dad''s style.


    There is only one sentence on it.


    -Dear prince, this person outside can believe


    ???


    What the hell.


    Yan hang stares at this line of words.


    A total of 12 words, including the address.


    Even if you don''t sign, punctuation is added when you read it silently.


    How could this letter, which he had waited so many years to finally see, be like this?


    "I haven''t touched anything inside," the man said through the door. "I don''t know what it is. He said you''ll understand after reading it."


    Yan hang can''t be sure if this person has read the content, but he can be sure that this person hasn''t touched the letter.


    This kind of psycho friendly content.


    This kind of psycho friendly wording.


    This kind of psycho friendly short message.


    It''s the way his psycho dad used to be.


    He is familiar with this word which seems to have been practiced.


    "Your uncle," Yan hang couldn''t help laughing when he looked at this line, "I''ll fuck you, old Yan."


    After turning over the letter and studying it for a while, Yan hang sighed again.


    The envelope was old, but the paper was new, and the ink on it was new.


    It can only be said that he always wanted to know the content of this envelope, in fact, there has been no fixed content.


    Dad will probably write down different contents according to different situations every time.


    He put the letter away and opened the door.


    There was a man standing outside the door. He looked about the same age as his father, but at a glance we could see that he was not the same kind of person as his father.


    Dad has a free and easy spirit of the world, but this person''s face almost says "I''m a serious person".


    In any case, I can''t imagine that such a person would say that he is a friend of his father.


    "My name is Cui," the man went into the room and frowned around. "You can call me Lao Cui."


    "Full name?" Yan hang insisted.


    "Cui Shiyuan." The man said.


    Yan hang stares at him. He still has a serious face. At this moment, Yan hang believes that he and his father are really friends.


    "Have you heard from my dad?" Yan hang poured a glass of water for Lao Cui.


    "No," Lao Cui said, "this envelope was sent to me by express. It contains the address, the date I was asked to come, and a card."


    "What are you doing here?" Yan hang asked.


    "I''ll give you the money and take you away." Lao Cui said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "He called me almost two months ago," Lao Cui drank. "He didn''t tell me anything else. He just said he wanted you to live a normal life."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. After a while, he asked, "do you know what happened to him?"


    "I guess," old Cui said, "nothing''s wrong. He won''t come to me."


    "Didn''t you know anything before I came to you?" Yan hang asked.


    "I didn''t get in touch with him for five years. I made that phone call just two months ago," Lao Cui said. "You should know more about your father than I do."


    Yan hang nests in the sofa, feeling that his mind is beginning to be confused again.


    I don''t know if it''s because he''s always in a daze these days and his brain is rusty.


    "Here is my business card," old Cui handed me a card. "I live in the hotel next to me. You can call me when you think about it."


    Yan hang takes a look at the card, Cui Yi.


    "My personal advice," Cui Yi looked at him, "you should come with me."


    "Why?" Yan hang or looking down at his business card, lawyer?


    "It may not be appropriate for you to stay here in your present state," Cui Yi said, "or your father would not let me come."


    Yan hang remained silent.


    The current state.


    Now the state is really very bad, every day like trapped in something, very heavy.


    But he didn''t particularly want to leave. For him, it was different from any place he had stayed in the past.


    And it''s just here, and there are traces of dad. If you leave, you may never feel it again.


    "I''ll go back to the hotel first," Cui Yi said. "Call me when you think about it. I''ve been in the hotel."


    "Well," Yan answered, "thank you."


    Before Cui Yi left, he opened the curtain and spread the golden sunlight in the morning.Yan hang closed his eyes as if a nocturnal animal had been thrown into the hot sun.


    He took out his father''s "letter" and read it for a while. Then he lay down on the sofa and covered his eyes with the paper.


    The letter was given to Cui Yi by dad in advance. It should have been planned for a long time.


    He didn''t know what to do.


    He wants to go, and he doesn''t want to go either.


    He wants to find dad.


    We need to find the body when we die.


    Live to see people.


    From any angle, he wants to find dad.


    But intuition told him that Dad would never come back here.


    It''s over here.


    Yan hang opened the self heating rice he bought yesterday, picked a box of fish flavored shredded pork and ate it slowly.


    He can imagine what fish flavored shredded pork tastes like.


    But he can''t eat it.


    It''s the same with yesterday''s Stewed rice.


    He once had the experience of losing some sense. The failure of touch, smell and taste, occasionally or for a few days, will make people gradually lose their sense of reality.


    That''s probably my dad''s biggest worry.


    He unscrewed a bottle of iced black tea and took a few mouthfuls.


    After dinner, he took a bath, changed his clothes and went out with a mask on.


    Outside the sun is very strong, eyes can feel a strong sense of pain.


    He stood in the shade of a tree and slowly walked across the street to the river after he got used to it.


    The cordon to the river has been removed, and no trace can be seen on the road. As usual, the crowd seems to have forgotten what happened before.


    Yan hang looked back, and behind him was the alley, the last place where his father disappeared.


    He stood at the intersection for a while, turned and continued to walk towards the river.


    The road along the river is still empty. Now when the temperature rises and the wind blows, he can smell the smell from the river, which makes him deeply understand why the road is empty.


    He also deeply realized the extraordinary loneliness of the first day of junior high school, which made him endure the loneliness of finding a tree hole in such a place.


    The tree hole is not hard to find. It''s only a short walk away.


    Yan hang went to the back of the tree, bent down to look at the tree hole, and then came close to smell it. There was the fragrance of wood.


    He buttoned up his face.


    "Chuyi local dog," he said softly, "I don''t know if you can hear what I say here."


    "I want to say that I have been to many places and met many people, but now if you let me name three names at once," Yan hang said gently on the tree trunk, "except for Yan Zhiyuan and Yan hang, there will be only junior one."


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 Chapter 24

    "I took a few days off for you, and you''ll go to school when you get to the final exam." My mother sat on the sofa with a plaster on her forehead. For just a few days, my mother had been pulling her face for ever longer, and occasionally she could see the lines extending to her chin.


    Junior one did not speak, he did not know how he should be now.


    He didn''t want to go to school, but he just asked for a leave. He was a little reluctant, but he had to go. When he got to school, he was mocked by those eyes, and he felt depressed. Maybe someone would want to "get rid of the harm for the people"


    "Go and stay with your father for a few days," said his mother. "By the way, do they know where else your father has to go?"


    I nodded at first.


    Usually, he would be very happy to let him go to your grandparents'' home, but in this situation, he really does not want to see his grandparents sad.


    "The good son they raised," said Grandma, who had been eating melon seeds all morning. It was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. "I really admire that he didn''t come here after such a big accident."


    "What''s the use of them coming here," my mother said. "We can''t live here. We have to take care of them."


    "Well thought! Want to live at home? What else do you care for Grandma threw all the melon seed shells on the ground. "The son they taught, threw his wife and children away, and wanted to be taken care of by my mother?"


    Mom didn''t speak, she was frowning.


    "Do you remember! When he was a child in junior high school, he rode a broken car to take junior high school to the market. When someone started fighting, he threw his son away and ran away! " Grandma lit a cigarette and held it in her mouth


    "He ran away with the first day of junior high school." Mom said.


    "He said that if he ran away, he would run away." Grandma''s nose and mouth were puffing smoke. She looked as if she was so angry that she pointed to the first day of junior high school


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    He can''t remember it clearly. Maybe it was too small at that time.


    "You''re not a stammer!" Grandma said, "you''re a dumb motherfucker!"


    Junior one can''t stay at home, but he doesn''t dare to go out during the day. One is his neighbor, the other is his grandmother.


    He can only hold it at home, holding a mobile phone to communicate for a while.


    Yan Hang''s circle of friends hasn''t been updated for a long time. He has turned over the old ones countless times, although he can''t understand them. He also went to see Yan Hang''s microblog. All Yan Hang''s nicknames are Xingtian, which is easy to find.


    Microblog also has no content, which is earlier than the content of the circle of friends. His fans punch in his last microblog every day. Good morning, good afternoon, good night. There is no live broadcast.


    -I can''t remember how many times this has suddenly disappeared. I remember that I came back to read this message for a long time. It seems that Yan hang has always been like this. He will suddenly disappear and may also suddenly appear.


    The first day of junior high school quietly followed Xingtian''s little brother''s Micro blog with his own number. His number has never been used, and his nickname is a series of inexplicable numbers.


    In order not to be regarded as a water army trumpet, he changed his nickname. On the first day of the lunar new year, he also forwarded some funny microblogs.


    It feels like this. It looks more like So I forwarded it again. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.


    A little better.


    He wanted to tell Yan hang that he was going to stay at his grandfather''s house for two days, but he thought it was silly. Yan Hang is in such a state now that he doesn''t care where you go.


    Besides, he didn''t dare to find Yan hang. In addition to secretly observing, he didn''t know what proper posture could deal with this awkward relationship.


    There were no friends at all, but now a friend has made it like this. At the first thought of Yan hang in junior high school, I feel at a loss.


    My grandfather''s family is in a suburban town. It''s not easy to go there. I have to take a bus.


    But today my mother called my aunt and she drove him there.


    "Look at your mother," said the little aunt, "when you need me, you don''t hesitate at all."


    Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "That is to say, I don''t care if I give you a ride or if she wants to use the car herself," my aunt took a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to him. "Take it. Your aunt is shocked."


    "Thank you." Junior one is holding the red envelope.


    "It''s better to go to your master''s place for two days, and comfort the old man and the old lady by the way," said the little aunt. "Your father is fine, but he doesn''t know why he ran away. You tell them that as long as he''s not dead, you don''t have to worry about anything."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    As the car passed Yan Hang''s house, he turned his head and looked out quietly.


    The curtain of Yan Hang''s house was half open, but he couldn''t see clearly inside.


    But junior one thinks that this is a good phenomenon, there is light in the room, people''s mood can be much better.


    My aunt took him to my grandfather''s house and left downstairs. On the first day of junior high school, I went upstairs and knocked on the door for a long time, but my grandmother came and opened the door.On the first day of the new year, grandma''s tears came down.


    "Don''t cry," the first day of junior high school hugged grandma. "No, it''s OK."


    "Don''t cry, it''s not good for your health," grandfather came down from the terrace and patted junior one on the shoulder. "You miss you these two days."


    "You''re not going to school?" Grandma wiped her tears.


    "Asked for a few days off," the first day of junior high school said, "the final exam, and then go back."


    "You see, it''s delayed the children''s schooling." Grandma said.


    "No, delay," said junior one, "I don''t want to go either."


    "Don''t cry," he said, patting his grandmother. "Go and get some food for the children."


    "Well, I''ll go now." Grandma went into the kitchen while wiping her tears.


    "Have you heard from your father over there?" Grandfather took junior one to one side and asked in a low voice.


    The first day of junior high school shakes his head. My grandfather is in good health. He can easily take care of some flowers and vegetables on the terrace. This time, he looks old.


    Junior one frowned and was dissatisfied with his father.


    For so many days, he has been worried and afraid of what happened to his father, constantly guessing about the responsibilities of his father in this incident, hoping that he can come back.


    Until now, seeing his grandparents in pain and haggard, he suddenly became angry.


    Anger at Dad.


    It''s killing people! You have to bear what you do!


    What kind of man is such a run!


    In the past days, grandparents here is the first day of quiet haven.


    Grandma was busy in the kitchen, making delicious food for him. He sat on the small stool on the terrace and watched his grandfather wait on the flowers. From time to time, he helped pour some water and move a flowerpot.


    Never bored, especially quiet.


    And this time, it''s just suffering.


    The grandmother who is holding back tears, the grandfather who is sitting on the terrace in a daze.


    Every minute is heartache and anger.


    He couldn''t imagine what would happen if dad didn''t come back.


    The day before the final exam, I went home.


    Before leaving, my grandfather gave him some money, which has always been a habit.


    "I don''t think your mother and your grandmother can take care of you any more. There''s such a big problem at home," said my grandfather. "Take care of yourself and your mother. No matter what, you have to take responsibility. Don''t be like your father."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Sitting on the bus home, his whole brain was spinning.


    What Dad did is not the most important thing.


    His head is full of roars. Where''s dad! Where can he go!


    The road home was very difficult. When he turned into the intersection, he didn''t know whether it was an illusion or real. He could feel all kinds of eyes.


    Many small shops on both sides of the road are owned by their neighbors. Thanks to grandma, almost everyone knows their family and knows him.


    He didn''t dare to look aside, for fear that he would look at someone with inquiry, ridicule or disgust.


    Even when passing by Yan Hang''s house, he didn''t dare to go there.


    When he came to the buffet, he was relieved and was almost home. Although it was the same at home, at least he was used to it.


    "On the first day of junior high school," the shopkeeper sat at the door, blowing with a small electric fan in his hand, "where are you


    The first day of junior high school didn''t answer. I bowed my head and walked forward.


    "The boy Liang Bing came back, and the police called him to ask. It seems that there is nothing wrong with him," the boss said. "Does your father really have a problem?"


    Junior one looks at the boss.


    The boss wanted to say something else, but he didn''t say anything with his mouth open.


    Back home at the door to change shoes, junior one side of the head to see the mirror next to himself.


    I was startled.


    Gloomy face, twisted eyebrows, some red eyes.


    The boss must have been scared by him just now, so he didn''t go on.


    Grandma and mom were not at home, only grandpa was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he came into the house, he said: "Liang Bing was found by the police after hiding for a few days. I heard that he didn''t ask anything. It doesn''t have much to do with him. He just ran errands for nading. Look at your father..."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound, put on the shoes, turned around and went out of the door.


    He really didn''t understand his grandfather''s mentality. Apart from not being able to speak, he didn''t seem to have any normal feelings. At this time, when he came home, he could still hear the same comments and conjectures as outsiders, which made him unbearable.


    There was no place to go out of the door. Now it was still light. He did not dare to go to Yan hang, nor did he dare to walk around, for fear of hearing something that would make him breathless.


    He went to the river.


    He came here when he grew up and had nowhere to go.


    Talk to the tree hole for a while, and then daze at the river beach.Or grinding stones to kill time.


    "I want to be able to be super and have more abilities, OK," Chuyi said softly, buttoning his face on the tree hole. "I can find my father, ask him, ask him, what is the reason for this


    "I''m afraid that ye and grandma will hold on, but they can''t hold on..." He frowned. "I want to find my dad."


    "I want to find my dad." The first day of junior high school, I gritted my teeth and repeated it again.


    Actually speaking very fluently, it must be because I am too determined.


    On the first day of junior high school, I touched the tree hole, went to the railing of the riverside and sat down.


    Liang Bing was called by the police to ask questions, which showed that he knew more or less, but he wasn''t at the scene when it happened, so he''s ok now.


    How much does Liang Bing know when he stares at the river?


    Do you know the relationship between Lao Ding, dad and uncle Yan? Did he leave in such a hurry that day have anything to do with it?


    At the beginning of the new year, I held the steel bar in my pocket.


    If you want to find out what happened to Dad, the only person he can think of now is Liang Bing.


    Yes.


    Only Liang Bing.


    On the first day of junior high school, I jumped off the railing, turned around and swam up the river.


    He knew where Liang Bing might be. One of Liang Bing''s younger brothers opened a garage. He didn''t see any business at ordinary times. It was almost his gathering place. Several gangsters squatted inside and scared away business.


    He used to walk around when he saw Liang Bing, but today he walked directly to the garage without hesitation.


    There was a large open space at the door, with two uncoupled motorcycles.


    Liang Bing wasn''t there, only his three younger brothers were sitting at the door.


    Seeing the first day of junior high school, they were a little surprised, but they didn''t move.


    Before the first day of junior high school, I stood under the tree beside the sidewalk and looked at them.


    Liang Bing will not stay alone as long as he comes back. He will definitely come here to join his younger brothers.


    "Come to fight?" A little brother called at him with a cigarette in his mouth.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound, still standing quietly.


    "Your father killed people, but you didn''t kill them," another younger brother said. "How much courage did Liang Jingru give you?"


    Junior one is silent.


    He always thought that he would not change. He shrank in the corner silently until the day he left.


    He never thought he would be so angry.


    After the river bumped into Liang Bing that day, he had an uncontrollable impulse to do whatever he wanted for the second time.


    But Liang Bing hasn''t appeared yet. He must bear it.


    Maybe something serious happened, maybe Liang Bing was called by the police to ask questions, so that they were restrained. The three younger brothers didn''t seem to have the intention to do it. They just sat there smoking and mocking him.


    Until Liang Bing''s motorcycle came, they stood up together and pointed under the tree.


    When Liang Bing turned his head, he scolded my mother.


    I didn''t hear it, but I could see the shape of my mouth.


    He went over.


    "Sick?" Liang Bing looked at him, "you two are not finished, are you?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t understand Liang Bing''s meaning. Who two? It''s not over?


    But he did not intend to understand, he looked at Liang Bing: "how, what''s the matter."


    "What the hell is going on!" Liang Bing said, "I''ll give you ten seconds. Don''t blame me for being rude if you don''t get out of here!"


    "Lao Ding," said the first day of junior high school, "what''s the matter?"


    "Ask the police!" Liang Bing roared, "who the hell are you? If you ask me, I have to tell you? Your father killed a man, and you''re still in the limelight? "


    Your father killed people.


    I''ve heard such words for countless times these days.


    Your father and homicide, two words that are impossible to intersect in this life, are combined together. The heavy pressure on his nerves has stretched to the extreme.


    Liang Bing''s combination accurately ignited his anger.


    He didn''t want to rush over and hit Liang Bing in the stomach.


    Liang Bing estimated that he never thought that he would make such a move. He didn''t even hide. He took the punch and turned white in an instant.


    This fist was taught by Uncle Yan. It was not only the strength of the fist, but also the strength of the waist, back and shoulder. When the fist passed, it was even hurt by the button on Liang Bing''s shirt.


    "Damn it A little brother responded and slapped his head in the face of junior one.


    Junior one raised his arm, this move is not taught by Uncle Yan, this is his many years of experience.


    After blocking this slap, he swung another punch at Liang Bing''s belly.


    Liang Bing''s spirit didn''t come up, so he stepped back and sat down on the ground.


    The first day of junior high school jumped on him, grabbed his collar and pressed it on the ground,.


    One punch hit him in the face again."Pull him away!" Liang Bing finally roared, struggling to pull out the arm pressed by the first knee of junior high school.


    "I ask you!" The first day of junior high school, with hoarseness in his voice, hit him with another fist


    Liang Bing''s nosebleed was smashed out.


    Several younger brothers rushed up and grabbed junior one''s arm, trying to pull him away from Liang Bing.


    For the first time, he found that he had so much strength when he was angry. He threw away his hand holding his arm and punched Liang Bing on the nose.


    The spatter of nosebleed depressed him for more than half a month. No, it was the anger that had been suppressed for more than ten years.


    After he smashed Liang Bing''s face twice, he was finally kicked to the side by a little brother who flew to his head.


    Liang Bing was pulled up from the ground by one of his younger brothers. The other two brothers rushed over and started kicking at the first day of junior high school.


    On the back, on the shoulder, on the arm.


    But the first day of junior high school didn''t feel the pain, and he didn''t hide the feet kicked by the two little brothers. Instead, he got up and jumped at Liang Bing again, and grabbed Liang Bing''s wrist.


    "It''s OK to twist it upward," Uncle Yan said, "but you''re short, and you don''t have enough upward strength. You have to twist his wrist and press it down. He immediately has to kneel down on one knee and sing for you. It''s not a crime for a man to cry."


    He grabbed Liang Bing''s wrist, twisted it back and pressed it down.


    Liang Bing shouts, his body follows his strength and kneels to the ground with one leg.


    A few younger brothers came to kick the first few feet of junior high school. Seeing that junior high school didn''t let go, they had to come up and hold him back.


    But the first day of junior high school still twisted Liang Bing''s wrist. With this pull, Liang Bing suddenly howled.


    The boys let go again.


    On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing was forced to the ground. Liang Bing''s face rushed down and he pushed him to the ground. Then he pulled Liang Bing''s twisted arm up.


    Liang Bing''s voice was lost in pain.


    "He said," Chuyi grabbed his hair and pulled his head up from the ground. "Lao Ding!"


    A younger brother picked up a large wrench and hit the shoulder of junior one. This time, he finally felt the pain.


    In order to avoid stuttering and wasting time, I chose the shortest way to ask questions.


    "Go away!" Liang Bing bit his teeth and scolded.


    The first day of junior high school, he hit his head on the ground.


    This move is learned by Yan hang.


    Liang Bing''s nosebleed suddenly opened a small flower on the ground.


    "Just let me see Yan at home and let him know, and then go to the intersection to stop him from going there!" Liang Bing finally couldn''t carry it and opened his mouth, "I''m not blocked! He didn''t go this way! "


    "Really." First day of junior high school.


    "That''s what I told the police!" Liang Bing roared, "ask the police! Ask Yan hang to go


    The first day of junior high school, the younger brother behind him rushed up and began to kick like crazy.


    Next to the shop to watch the excitement of a few uncles at this time ran over, shouting a few voices, the people to open.


    Liang Bing wiped the blood all over his face, staring at the first day of junior high school.


    "I don''t see it," someone whispered. "This kid used to be bullied all day."


    "if you''re in a hurry," another said, "if you''re in a hurry, you can still kill people."


    The first day of junior high school turned his head and looked aside. There were many onlookers, but he didn''t find anyone to talk to.


    But the voice of discussion is gone.


    He threw away the man who was holding him, patted the soil on his body, looked at Liang Bing, and turned to walk towards the river.


    When passing by the onlookers, someone gave way.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t look back or look around again. Staring at the ground, he went straight ahead until he reached the place where there was no one by the river. Then he stopped.


    There was a blank in my mind.


    My ears are buzzing.


    He couldn''t recall Liang Bing''s words completely.


    The whole person is hoodwinked.


    It took a long time for him to recover from the severe pain in his whole body.


    Shoulder pain, arm pain, head pain, back pain, leg pain.


    He moved his arms and legs, both moving.


    At this time, he slowly repeated Liang Bing''s words, and suddenly reflected that Liang Bing said "you two" and asked him to ask what Yan hang meant.


    Yan hang has already found Liang Bing!


    Maybe I beat it up.


    I was beaten twice as soon as I came back As a earthworm, it''s a shame.


    The first day of junior high school is suddenly a little excited, and also a little excited.


    He turned and wanted to run to Yan Hang''s home, but hesitated for a moment and took out his mobile phone first.


    The screen is cracked.


    He frowned and tried it, but it still worked, but it was a bit crazy. Before he poked it in, the software on the screen opened several of them.His hand is also shaking. I don''t know if he was too strong just now or was injured. He was defeated in the battle of hand speed with mobile phone.


    It was too difficult for him to send a message. He could only click Yan Hang''s phone and dial before his mobile phone bounced back to the desktop.


    Seeing the dialing on the screen, he was relieved and put his mobile phone to his ear.


    "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off."


    At the beginning, I was stunned. I took my mobile phone to my eyes and made sure that I dialed Yan Hang''s number.


    It''s off?


    The first day of junior high school, standing in the same place, slowed down for more than ten seconds, then ran to Yan Hang''s house.


    It''s not a great thing to turn off a mobile phone. It will turn off when there is no power.


    But when Yan hang was in such a bad state a few days ago, he didn''t forget to charge his mobile phone. He could order takeout and play games. Now how could he suddenly turn off?


    There is some kind of hunch in the heart of junior one.


    But he didn''t dare to think about it.


    Just keep running.


    He ran to the door of Yan Hang''s house until he saw the open door. His legs softened, he staggered two steps and stopped.


    "To whom?" A elder sister came out of the room and saw him in a daze. "This family has moved away."


    The first day of junior high school looked at the elder sister, panting all the time, unable to speak.


    It''s as if I''ll faint from suffocation in the next second.


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 Chapter 25

    Yan hang followed his father to many places, but it was his first time to fly.


    Dad is afraid of heights. He used to take him to ride the ferris wheel. When he didn''t feel much about it, he almost told his last words.


    Yan hang smiles.


    Before the plane took off, he looked out of the window at the sun bleached ground.


    "Would you like a blanket?" Cui Yi asked, "flying for an hour and a half, you can sleep for a while."


    "In an hour and a half, flying back and forth for three times can almost wait for miracles to appear. I feel sleepy," Yan said. "I''ll be in a daze for a while."


    "I contacted the doctor for you," Cui Yi said. "When you get to the place, you have a good rest for a week, and then go to chat?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "I thought you would refuse," Cui Yi said with a smile


    "If you can feel better, who doesn''t want to," said Yan hang, "I don''t really want to die."


    Cui Yi didn''t speak and patted him on the shoulder.


    Today''s plane is half an hour late. It''s still fast.


    When the radio asked everyone to turn off their mobile phones, Cui Yi took a look at him: "turned off?"


    "I turned it off when I went to see you. I didn''t turn it on." Yan hang said.


    "Have you said goodbye to all your friends?" Cui Yi asked.


    ¡°¡­¡­ My friend, "Yan hang hesitated. When he thought of the first day of junior high school, he felt depressed." No. "


    Cui Yi Leng: "didn''t tell a friend to leave?"


    "No Yan hang said.


    Cui Yi looked at him and said nothing.


    "I In fact, "Yan hang hesitated, his voice was very light," I don''t know how to say goodbye. "


    "You didn''t say goodbye to humanity?" Cui Yi also lowered his voice.


    "Well," Yan hang turned his head and looked out of the window at the slowly moving scenery, "I haven''t met anyone anywhere. I don''t need to say goodbye to anyone."


    "Oh." Cui Yi answered, thought about it and sighed.


    "I don''t know how to say it," Yan said. "He won''t be sad."


    "Who?" Cui Yi asked.


    "A child." Yan hang smiles.


    Cui Yi''s family is in a quiet second tier city. Yan hang has never been with his father, but he has been to a small town nearby. The scenery is very good. There is a river that is much more beautiful than the river next to the tree cave on the first day of junior high school.


    They only lived there for half a month, and Yan hang would sit by the river for a while every day.


    On the day he left, he saw two sand dredgers, and the clear river water was instantly stirred into yellow soup.


    If only he had left one day earlier, the river would always be clear and pleasant in his memory.


    "I rent a house for you and live in the same community as my family," Cui Yi said. "In fact, I live alone and you can live in my family, but I guess you don''t want to."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    "I''ll take you there first. I''ll have a rest for a while. When I want to go out, I''ll call me. I''ll take you to dinner." Cui Yi said.


    "Thank you." Yan hang said.


    "You''re welcome." Cui Yi said.


    This standard answer amused Yan hang.


    Cui Yi''s community is an old one, but it''s very big. The internal environment is very good, and the greening work is very hard. There are water and small trees in the community.


    The apartment he rented for Yan Hang is in the innermost part of the community. It''s a small one bedroom apartment on the top floor, close to a low hill. It''s very quiet.


    "All right?" Cui Yi opens the door and gives him the key.


    "Very good." Yan hang looked, bedroom balcony facing the mountain, can imagine early when facing a green will be very refreshing feeling.


    "Then you have a rest," Cui Yi said. "Before the house was cleaned up, you can live directly. Everything is complete. I also bought some daily necessities. If there is any shortage, there is a supermarket in the community."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    Cui Yi didn''t say anything else, turned around and left simply.


    Yan hang sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.


    Cui Yi let him very relaxed, there is no excess of the elders to the younger generation of courtesy, said to leave.


    The so-called rest actually means sitting for a while, walking around the room and seeing what else to buy. After all, this time Maybe it''s the longest time he''s stayed in a place, so he needs more things.


    The house is finely decorated, with all the furniture and appliances, and the floor is Yan Hang''s favorite.


    Yan hang walked around the room barefoot, and then went to the balcony to stand for a while.


    Then he went back inside and took out his luggage.


    Clothes, books, gadgets, they''re gone.


    There was a small bookshelf in the bedroom. Yan hang put the books on it and arranged them in a neat row.


    These books are all from my father. If it''s normal, some books he doesn''t need will not be taken away when he moves.But this time he took all the books with him. They were all with dad''s marks. They were gone after they were thrown away.


    There is also a tinplate box on the bookshelf. Yan hang takes it up and looks at it. It''s empty. There is a little fairy on the lid I don''t know if it''s the landlord''s or the former tenant''s.


    Xiaohuaxian is xiaohuaxian. Yan hang put his little things in.


    In addition to the previous ones, there is also a pen and a small piece of red rope.


    When he saw these things, Yan hang was suddenly surprised. He quickly touched his ankle. The little stone was still there, and he was relieved.


    After struggling for a long time between putting the stone in the box and keeping it tied to his ankle, he chose the latter.


    It took him less than five minutes to pack his simple luggage. He went to the kitchen again and found that there was no problem with his cooking. There was even a whole piece of iced black tea in the refrigerator.


    It must be dad.


    He stares at the iced black tea, and the missing of his father, which he has been trying to ignore all these days, suddenly comes up unprepared.


    He closed the refrigerator door and leaned against the wall for a long time.


    Dad has no angle to guess whether he is alive or dead.


    He knows his father''s ability too well. If he is still alive and doesn''t want to be found, it''s really not easy to find.


    He went to Liang Bing two days ago, but he didn''t have any more clues.


    The only thing you can know is that Lao Ding wants Liang Bing to block his father''s retreat. After all, it''s the street and there are a lot of people there. It''s too easy to escape or ask for help.


    But dad didn''t go that way.


    As for why, Yan hang can probably guess, because there are old neighborhoods and old streets, and the monitoring is not complete. Based on Yan Hang''s understanding of his father, he occasionally goes out for a walk to see where there is no monitoring. After all, he is an old fox who has been awake for three times.


    It''s just the blood.


    Such a large amount of blood shows that he is seriously injured. How can he avoid monitoring and disappear with such injuries?


    What Yan hang can judge now is that someone is taking over.


    The person who called before going out was the one who answered him.


    Who is it?


    When Yan hang returned to the living room, it was impossible for him to analyze this matter for the time being.


    He looked at the time. It''s time to have dinner. Cui Yi is still waiting for him to have dinner with him. Although he can have a meal for half a month now, Cui Yi has to eat.


    Yan hang took out his cell phone and wanted to make a call. After taking out his cell phone, he hesitated again.


    Junior one should have known that he left.


    He didn''t say goodbye or even leave any message.


    He was afraid. He didn''t know how to face the difference.


    He had no memory of any place or person, only there, and the first day of junior high school, but such memory made him not know what to say or do.


    And junior one doesn''t know.


    Junior one only knew that he left without saying goodbye.


    Yan hang was holding his mobile phone and turning it back and forth in his hand.


    After turning for several minutes, he saw a small paper bag on the tea table.


    It''s a phone card.


    Cui Yi should have prepared it for him.


    This man is very careful. He just looked in the bathroom. Not only shampoo, bath gel, toothpaste and toothbrush are ready, but also shaving cream.


    It''s a huge contrast with dad. These two people are friends, and they can Tuogu''s relationship.


    Although they have the same taste for pseudonyms.


    Yan hang put the new card into the mobile phone, but he didn''t throw the old card into the small box, and he knew he would always recharge the card.


    But he also knows that he is not for his father, because if his father wants to find him, he will not contact him directly, but will contact Cui Yi first.


    Probably for the first day of junior high school.


    I can''t find the right posture to say goodbye, but I will keep the tools to contact.


    It''s kind of funny.


    Cui Yi lives in the building next to him. He answers his phone and waits for him downstairs.


    When he went downstairs, Cui Yi was taking a picture of a flower in front of the building with a mobile phone.


    "Flower shooting?" Yan hang went to ask.


    "Shh." Cui Yi said.


    Just after hissing, a butterfly flew up from the flower and flew to the flower bed with its wings.


    "I''m sorry." Yan hang said.


    "Clap and play," Cui Yi said. "All the fairy girls in my circle of friends have flowers and plants. I always have kebabs. It''s really disharmonious."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go, eat." Cui Yi put away the mobile phone.


    "What to eat?" Yan hang asked.


    "Kebabs," Cui Yi said, "or what would you like to eat?"


    "Just kebabs." Yan hang said.Cui Yi should be a regular customer of this kebab shop. As soon as he went in, all the waiters knew him. After ordering the kebab, the boss also sent a big fruit plate to him.


    "Not alone today?" Said the boss.


    "Well," Cui Yi pointed to Yan hang, "I''m a son."


    "It looks like it." Said the boss.


    "How can you open the store for more than ten years with your EQ?" Cui Yi sighed.


    Boss Leng Leng just reaction come over, smile: "I mean, all handsome, all handsome."


    "Bake it now." Cui Yi waves. As like as two peas,


    , he looked at Yan hang, "you and your dad are exactly the same."


    "How long have you known each other?" Yan hang asked.


    "It''s longer than you''ve known him," Cui Yi said with a smile. "He was proud of the most arrogant years in the world."


    "How did you know each other?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Well," Cui Yi stopped for a while, his eyes floating, like in memory, but at last he just laughed, "it''s too long."


    Yan hang didn''t ask any more.


    "Your birthday is next month, isn''t it?" Cui Yi asked.


    "Well," Yan hang looked at him, "did my father tell you that?"


    "No, I always remember," Cui Yi said, "but I don''t remember the number. I went to see it when you were born. It was a little bit ugly. I didn''t expect it would be like this when I grew up."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang didn''t know how to answer.


    "If you want to find a place to work, I can ask for you," Cui Yi said. "Do you have this idea?"


    "I''ve always wanted to go to a western restaurant," Yan said. "It''s formal, but I don''t know if it''s OK."


    "Your English is not very good," Cui Yi said. "Your father boasted with me."


    "Not bad." Yan hang laughs. He can''t imagine what his father looks like when he talks about him with others.


    "Let me ask for you," Cui Yi pushed the plate in front of him. "Eat."


    The first day of junior high school is pasted behind the tree, staring at Yan Hang''s door.


    No, it''s no longer Yan Hang''s home.


    The landlady said that he had moved away in the morning.


    It''s gone.


    Although Yan hang told him at the beginning that they were not long in the same place, he had a strong premonition that Yan hang would leave a few days ago.


    But he didn''t expect it to be so sudden.


    Yan hang didn''t even leave him a word, so he left.


    The first day of junior high school is very hard.


    It''s very hard.


    He didn''t experience such a feeling, which was even more painful than his father''s involvement in the murder and his son who was said to be a murderer.


    In addition to suffering, there is also a kind of unspeakable congestion.


    Yan hang left in the morning.


    This morning.


    While he was on the bus back, Yan hang left.


    If he had come back a day earlier and contacted Yan hang earlier, wouldn''t he have been so sudden.


    At least see you again.


    Ask if he''ll come back, ask where he''s going.


    Now, he didn''t even leave a picture of Yan hang.


    The only thing that exists in the mobile phone is the huge steaming pot cover that he photographed when he secretly photographed Yan hang.


    It''s hard.


    He had no friends, and now he knew for the first time how hard it would be to lose one.


    Late at night, there was no one in the street. He came out from behind the tree and ran across the street.


    From his pocket, he took out a card he had just picked up casually on the ground, on which was printed 24-hour unlocking.


    He looked around, put the card in the crack of the door next to the lock, and then gently shook it. When he inserted it, the door opened.


    The lock is very old, so the landlord installed three bolts and a padlock in it to comfort the tenants, but now no one lives in it, so naturally it won''t be locked.


    Junior one entered the room, closed the door and stood in the middle of the living room.


    In the dark, he could smell the faint smell of smoke that he could hardly catch.


    He walked into Yan Hang''s bedroom, pressed his cell phone hard and looked at the empty room.


    Nothing. Although there was nothing in Yan Hang''s bedroom, it was too empty to breathe.


    The light of the mobile phone illuminates the empty bed, the empty desktop, the empty chair back and the empty wardrobe in turn.


    After a turn, he stops abruptly, but his mobile phone is dark. While pressing the key of the mobile phone anxiously, he walks to the table and reaches for it.


    When the hand touched the small bottle, the mobile phone turned on.


    The enchanted Xiang Yanhang didn''t take away.


    The first day of junior high school, looking at the enchanting fragrance in his hand, suddenly felt ecstatic.


    He shook the bottle gently, at least half of it!He opened the lid and sprayed it. There was a faint aroma in the air, which made him immediately remember the night when he was lying beside Yan hang.


    He put it in his trouser pocket.


    Although he didn''t know why Yan hang didn''t tell him when he left and didn''t say goodbye to him, he could forcibly acquiesce that Yan hang had left this enchanting incense for him.


    On the day of the final exam, the first day of junior high school was when grandma and her neighbors quarreled.


    On the way from home to school, he felt as if he hadn''t left for a long time.


    I met Li Zihao on the way.


    Li Zihao is a bit abnormal. When he meets Li Zihao, he will come to hurt him and slap him in the face. But today, he just takes a look at him.


    At first glance, his eyes even dodged.


    It was not until the first day of junior high school that I suddenly reacted.


    Probably because he hit Liang Bing.


    Very good.


    The first day of junior high school is a little pleasant. At least Li Zihao won''t trouble him easily in the future.


    However, this kind of happiness can not be maintained after entering the school.


    Junior one didn''t feel that his listening was very good, but in the short distance from the school gate to the classroom, he heard his name spoken out at least four times with a tone of fear and disgust.


    The son of a murderer whose violent nature suddenly erupted.


    It''s probably the image of myself in the eyes of the public at this moment.


    In this kind of atmosphere, the first day of junior high school can''t even hold on to the final exam for three days.


    From small to large, he tried to make himself invisible, not to be seen, not to appear in the public''s field of vision, he was used to himself alone in the corner quietly.


    And now it''s all broken. No matter where he goes, he can feel his eyes.


    When he got home after the final exam, even his grandmother asked him to buy cigarettes.


    Whether it is the son of a murderer or the "honest man" who solves problems by violence, it is difficult for him to adapt.


    "What are you talking about?" Grandma stared at him with a cigarette in her mouth, "your father has made this house like this! You''re still in the limelight, aren''t you! Run a leg son is not to be able to grind your egg skin son


    The first day of the new year, I jumped up, grabbed the money that Grandma had thrown on the table and went out of the door.


    As he went downstairs, he grabbed the railing of the stairs, shook it a few times and kicked it twice.


    The irritability in his body made him feel that his back was full of sweat.


    When we got to the door of the buffet, several people came out from inside.


    It''s Liang Bing and his younger brother.


    "Oh." Liang Bing raised his eyes to see him, his eyes suddenly changed.


    Junior one habitually stopped and stepped back.


    Liang Bing picked up the mop of the canteen and rushed over.


    As soon as he turned around and wanted to run away, the mop swung to his waist.


    His body was full of injuries that were not healed when he fought with Liang Bing that day. When he took a bath, he could see large bruises on his body.


    The mop swung to the biggest bruise on the waist.


    The pain that had been blurred suddenly woke up, a deep heart.


    "There''s no one to support you now!" Liang Bing kicked him on the back and said, "I think you are still crazy!"


    On the first day of junior high school, he was kicked so that his neck suddenly fell back and knelt down to the ground. Then he jumped forward along the inertia and rubbed a dust on the ground when his hands were on the ground.


    "Ah The shopkeeper ran out and said, "what are you doing! I''ll hit someone here! Liang Bing, you''re such a fool! "


    "Shut up Liang Bing stares at the boss.


    The canteen is next to several buildings. There are many neighbors who come and go, all of whom have been around for more than ten years.


    Liang Bing threw down the mop, took a look at the beginning, turned around and took his younger brother to the street.


    The first day of junior high school stood up slowly and picked up the mop on the ground.


    Support?


    He never needed anyone to support him. Yan hang didn''t support him either. He was a friend.


    But now that this matter has started, I stepped on the mop head, grabbed the pole and pulled it abruptly. The mop broke with a click.


    That''s it.


    He took the stick and walked behind Liang Bing: "Liang Bing."


    Liang Bing turned around.


    Chuichi swung his stick and hit him in the face.


    When the stick hit Liang Bing''s head, it made him numb.


    There was an exclamation all around.


    Liang Bing seemed to have been beaten and stood still. After a few seconds, blood flowed down from his hairline.


    "You Mom Force... " Liang Bing said in shock and confusion.


    A little brother came back and threw himself at him. On the first day of junior high school, he swung his stick again and threw himself at him. A stick hit him on the shoulder.


    The stick broke at the sound.Half of the stick flew to the shopkeeper, and he jumped up as if he had been stabbed: "first day of junior high school!"


    When the first day of junior high school was ready to swing the third stick, the boss stopped him: "first day of junior high school! What are you doing! "


    "Oh, my God!" An aunt screamed in horror.


    "After you," the first day of junior high school pointed to Liang Bing, "see me, walk around."


    Liang Bing didn''t seem to recover from that stick. He didn''t move for a long time.


    "Go," the boss turned his head and yelled at Liang Bing, "still want to fight!"


    Liang Bing raised his hand and touched his face. After staring at his blood for a while, he said sleepwalking: "let''s go."


    The boss took the stick in the hand of junior one and looked at him: "are you crazy?"


    "No Chuichi smiles.


    "And you hit someone?" The boss still stares at him.


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school answered, went into the store, took out the money from his pocket and put it on the cashier, "cigarette."


    The boss gave him a cigarette with a shocked expression.


    On the first day of junior high school, I put my cigarette in my pocket, turned around and went out. Instead of going home, I went to the street.


    Liang Bing seems to have been blinded by the two sticks, but suddenly he seems to have drunk a basin of cool oil, so sober that he can feel the light in his eyes.


    He has no way to do the first day of junior high school, so if he doesn''t do it, he won''t do it.


    Yan hang left without telling him anything.


    But Yan Hang is the most beautiful scenery in his life for so many years.


    He envies Yan Hang''s arrogance and free and easy, he is attracted by his gentleness, even if he knows that Yan hang will be vulnerable to fall into the dark, he still wants to be like Yan hang.


    Like Yan hang.


    On the first day of junior high school, I turned around aimlessly, and finally entered a stationery shop.


    I bought the cheapest coil book and went home.


    "Buy a pack of cigarettes for more than an hour!" Grandma sat on the sofa, "you are going to plant tobacco now!"


    The first day of junior high school, without making a sound, put the cigarette in grandma''s hand and sat down at the small desk.


    Open the book.


    He is going to write something, not a diary, but something.


    -I''ll have my hair cut tomorrow.


    -Go and fight.


    -Yan hang.


    Yan hang, Yan hang, Yan hang.


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 Chapter 26

    Early in the morning, when the family were still asleep, he got up and took his money bag out of the door.


    The money bag is a bag, which contains a little money he saved. However, after the experience of mom robbing students and normal expenses, the money saved here is really very little.


    He took out all the money in the corridor and counted it. There were less than 30 yuan, which was enough for him who had no expenses.


    But if it''s enough to have a haircut, he''s not sure.


    After all, he hasn''t been to the barber shop since he was so old.


    When I was a child, my father directly used a push to shave his head. After school, he didn''t shave his head, but he just took a pair of scissors around his head. After the third grade, my father was very busy when he came to this company to drive. No one cared about his hair any more. Maybe my grandma and mom had long hair, and my grandfather was bald, so I didn''t know there was a haircut program.


    From then on to now, I always cut my hair in front of the mirror, and I don''t have a design. I take it as the standard not to cover my eyes or tie my neck. Anyway, no one usually looks at him.


    I watch it every day. Yan hang said.


    Chuyi sighed, regretting that he didn''t get a haircut earlier. Yan hang didn''t even see what he looked like after his haircut.


    But it doesn''t matter. He plans to take a few pictures of himself after finishing, and then show them to Yan hang when he has a chance.


    ¡­¡­ Is there a chance?


    On the first day of junior high school, while walking down the street, he was thinking about what kind of haircut he wanted. Yan hang said, don''t be too short. If it''s too short, you have to fix it.


    Let''s make it a little longer.


    In fact, he didn''t have any idea of hairstyle in his mind, no matter how long it was.


    However, after standing in front of two barber shops for a while, he found that compared with hairstyles, price was the most inconceivable thing for him.


    Cut a head for 68 yuan!


    The one with 48 is cheap!


    Robbing money!


    With pure gold scissors!


    Are you ready to become an immortal!


    Although at first he thought that the barber shop on the street and commercial square might have a higher level, he finally found an ordinary barber shop on the remote street.


    At first glance, there are no hairdressers who come back from Hong Kong, and the hairdressers are not the shops named Tony and Kevin.


    25 bucks.


    Against the previous 48 and 68, this 25 looks very sweet.


    Yes, that''s it.


    "Is shampoo a haircut?" A young lady asked him.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Cut The first day of junior high school.


    "Then wash it first." Said the young lady.


    I feel a little confused on the first day of junior high school. What''s the significance of the previous question?


    The little sister is very cool. She doesn''t say a word when she washes her hair. She grabs him back and forth and only asks three questions.


    "How about strength?"


    I didn''t hear it clearly. So there was no answer.


    "Is it hot?"


    The first day of junior high school is still not clear.


    "Still catching it?"


    The first day of junior high school I felt that I was probably the first time to enter the barber shop in my life. I was a little nervous and lost my hearing.


    Finally, when his little sister handed him over to the hairdresser, he suddenly reflected what she was asking, but it was a pity that the question had exceeded the time limit.


    The hairdresser''s name is a Chao.


    A Chao also did not say a word, picked up the scissors, picked up his hair and snapped a knife.


    The first day of junior high school, I felt that my eyes were scared out of the beautiful pupil. I quickly said, "don''t, it''s too short."


    "Well." Ah Chao took a look in the mirror and continued to take the knife off with a very cold hand.


    The first day of junior high school is too lazy to talk about it. It''s hard to talk about it. No matter how ugly it is, it won''t be uglier than what I cut.


    ¡­¡­ I don''t know if Yan hang will design his hairstyle when he is here?


    Yan hang may help him design a nice hairstyle.


    Yan Hang''s hairstyle is pretty good. Yan Hang''s clothes are pretty good. Although they all seem to be super casual sports and leisure, Yan hang can dress very well. Yan hang also uses perfume, a very beautiful person.


    The first time I think about it, I want to laugh for no reason. After a while, I feel that I can''t laugh any more.


    I feel bored.


    Yan Hang is gone.


    All his imaginations about this summer vacation with Yan hang have come to nothing.


    I thought that even if Yan hang would leave, it would be after the summer vacation.


    The first day of junior high school is staring at the scissors in the mirror.


    "All right." A Chao cut, pushed, cut and blew on his head and took the piece of cloth that had been around his neck.


    Junior one quickly stood up and looked at his head in the mirror.


    Very Handsome.


    It''s not too short. There''s a bit of bangs on the forehead. It''s much better than the dog nibbling style he cut himself. It looks very energetic, and it''s not the mushroom head he can''t stand most. Nine and a half of the ten boys in the vocational school over there are mushroom heads. They feel uncomfortable every time they see them.He wrote down a Chao''s name and planned to look for this person again next time.


    When he walked out of the barber shop, the wind came, and he felt that his whole body was lighter. For such a long time, he was too heavy to lift his head every day.


    Although there were only three yuan left in his pocket, he was now walking with a jump. Half way through, he felt that someone was looking at him, so he bowed his head in embarrassment.


    There was no one by the river, but there was a boat in the river. Several workers were cleaning up the mud and garbage along the river. The area where Yan hang and he were looking for pens had been cleaned up, and the river was shining in the sun.


    Junior one stood there for a while and took out his cell phone.


    After a few days'' rest, the mobile phone stopped jumping by itself, but it was too slow to communicate with others. He bared his teeth several times and tried to take a picture of himself, but failed.


    Finally, the phone went black. He tried to press the power on button repeatedly. He felt that he was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation for the phone.


    But until he got home, his cell phone didn''t wake up.


    The atmosphere at home is still very depressing. It''s even harder when Dad disappears.


    In fact, grandma and grandfather are in good condition. Grandma smokes and watches TV, while grandpa goes out to play chess. By the way, he talks to a group of old men about his son-in-law''s murder.


    It''s mainly mom.


    Before the accident, she had been looking for a job. After the accident, her job search was gone. She sat at home every day in a daze.


    On the first day of junior high school, my mother glanced at him.


    He was suddenly a little nervous.


    At this time, he spent 25 yuan to get a haircut, which is very easy to cause anger.


    "Yo, haircut," my mother said with a sneer, "it''s a lot of money."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. I sat down at a small desk.


    "I''m a loser with his father," grandma said, "for you to eat, for you to drink, and for you to go to school. It''s such a big event in the family, and it''s pretty cool."


    On the first day of junior high school, I didn''t listen to grandma and mother''s words any more. I opened the small book and stared at the words I wrote yesterday.


    After a while, he turned his head: "I don''t want to go to Pugao, Shangpu."


    Mother was stunned, and grandma didn''t seem to react. She was holding a melon seed and staring at him.


    "No, I''m not going to university. I''m going to study." Junior one said.


    "It''s a long way to go. Can you pass the exam?" Grandma recovered and continued to knock melon seeds.


    My mother jumped up and rushed to the desk.


    The first day of junior high school quickly fell on the table and hugged his head.


    Mother''s eight trigrams serial palm fell on him with eight times speed, crackling almost can''t hear is slapping.


    The first day of junior high school.


    His mother fanned him on his head, shoulder, back and arm. When she finally stopped, she said, "what did you say?"


    "I''m not going to take the exam, either," he said


    My mother probably ran out of strength, turned back to the sofa and sat down.


    Chu got up straight, leaned on the chair and continued to stare at the book.


    There''s only the sound of the TV at home.


    I don''t know how long it took. On the first day of junior high school, I opened the drawer, took out his mobile phone hidden in the drawer and went to my mother.


    Mom''s eyes widened when she saw the mobile phone in his hand.


    "Change with you," the first day of junior high school said, "here you are, give it to me, you use this."


    "Where did you come from?" Asked the mother.


    The first day of junior high school is quiet.


    "Er Ping gave it to him!" Grandma threw the melon seed shell, "who else can there be?"


    "Throw it away!" Mom''s coming for it.


    The first day of junior high school quickly returned: "my mobile phone is broken, it''s broken."


    My mother stared at him, her face as gloomy as a typhoon red warning.


    "If you don''t use me, you use it." Junior one said.


    Mom''s still staring at him.


    After waiting for a while, he turned back to his desk, took out his old mobile phone, pulled out the card, put it into the new mobile phone, and then turned it on.


    After seeing the desktop, he put the mobile phone back in his pocket and stuffed the old one into the drawer. After all, his father gave it to him.


    He was reluctant to throw it away.


    There was still silence in the room. On the first day of junior high school, I didn''t go out to find a place to take a self portrait.


    From saying that he didn''t want to go to Pugao to taking out his mobile phone, he has basically used up all his courage. Now he has no other emotions except nervousness and uneasiness.


    The whole person seems to have collapsed.


    He fell on the table and closed his eyes.


    In the afternoon, when my grandfather came back from playing chess outside, there was a sound at home.


    "Have you cooked yet? I''m starving. " My grandfather said.


    "Then starve to death." Mom said.


    "Have you taken the medicine?" My grandfather said, "as for this matter, one by one, it''s like dying. It''s a big deal to remarry. There''s only one man in the world?""Why don''t you die?" Grandma said.


    "It''s early!" My grandfather said.


    On the first day of junior high school, I got up, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took some meat and vegetables, and a big bag of steamed bread.


    He steamed the steamed bread and waved Yan Hang''s hand before his eyes as he cut the meat.


    Fingers look slender and powerful. It''s like dancing when processing food. Every little action can make people stare at it and want to play it repeatedly.


    He sighed softly.


    Suddenly I miss Yan hang very much. I don''t know why.


    He didn''t even miss his father very much. He was more angry and worried about his father.


    But he wanted Yan hang.


    Most of the time, he would subconsciously think of Yan hang and want to stay with him. Yan Hang''s casual words can make him relax.


    Although he didn''t have Yan hang, that''s how he lived.


    But Yan hang appeared and disappeared, and everything changed. What he could bear, what he could carry and what he could never think about any more became sharp.


    Having and losing is what he fears most.


    He doesn''t know if he is too selfish. He wants to find Yan hang more than he wants to find his father.


    After cooking two dishes casually for dinner, the whole family finished in silence and went out on the first day of junior high school.


    He knows his mother. After his mother beat him, she didn''t talk to him again. This state may last for a long time. It''s not impossible for a few days, a few months, a year or two.


    He sighed softly.


    I still experience too few things. I don''t know that once some changes happen, it will be a chain reaction. The waves aroused are much bigger than I imagined. Any wave can cover him. Only


    One meter five eight?


    My height.


    Junior one stands on the measuring instrument of the boxing hall, looking at the numbers above.


    Sad, grade one!


    Isn''t it a little too far away from two meters!


    "Alone today?" Someone asked behind him, "your uncle didn''t come with you?"


    The first day of junior high school quickly blocked the number with his hand, then turned his head and saw that it was a coach in the boxing hall. He had a good chat with Uncle Yan before.


    Uncle Yan is a wonderful person. It seems that he can talk to anyone if he wants to.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school answered, "it''s all me and myself."


    "Well," the coach said with a smile, "then you can..."


    The first day of junior high school knows the coach''s meaning, and the boxing center can ask the coach to have a class alone.


    But.


    "I have no money." He answered truthfully.


    "Hey," the coach laughed, "it''s OK, then you can do it yourself. If you don''t understand, you can ask us."


    "Thank you." He smiles.


    Uncle Yan didn''t teach him for a long time, but he taught him some basic things and also told him the general direction of practice. He just had to practice according to these.


    "It''s not that you have to become a boxer," Uncle Yan said. "After a long time, the reaction speed and strength of this thing will be improved. When you fight with people, you can certainly take advantage of it. Look how fast Yan Hang''s reaction is, and he can grow up."


    Junior one in front of sandbags, son very seriously recalled what uncle Yan said, every sentence to do.


    When he punched on the sandbag, he had a happy feeling that he had never felt before.


    Although there are still injuries on the body, I can''t feel the pain when I pull my muscles, only the "bang" when I sweat and breathe.


    The middle coach came over twice, maybe it was too happy, and the posture deviated. The coach came to correct the angle of his fist.


    An hour later, the first day of junior high school stopped by sandbag.


    Look at the two people who are practicing next to each other.


    That''s it. Compared with Yan hang, it''s almost the same.


    "Just clean and tidy up at night. You can ask if it''s OK. The old aunt said that she would take cooking and grandchildren at night." a little sister in a martial arts uniform called and walked by him. "It''s all like this. It''s very hard to find at night..."


    The first day of junior high school, I turned my head and moved my heart.


    Looking at the girl has been to the front desk, after the phone, he went to wash a face, and then summoned up the courage to walk past.


    "Hello," he whispered, "I want to ask, ask."


    "What''s the matter?" The little sister looked at him.


    "Are you, are you looking for someone to fight and sweep at night?" First day of junior high school.


    "Yes," said the young lady, "from 7:00 to 10:30, it''s mainly about sweeping the floor and mopping the floor, as well as the sanitation in the dressing room and shower room. Do you want someone to introduce you?"


    "I," the first day of junior high school, some bottomless, whispered, "can I?"


    "You?" The young lady was stunned. She turned to look at an older girl next to him, and then looked at him, "do you want to work in summer?"


    "Well." Just a little bit.Little sister probably has not encountered such a situation, some confused: "but we did not recruit summer jobs here, and recruit are laid-off aunts..."


    "What''s the matter?" The coach came up and asked.


    "Oh, we''re not going to recruit aunts to clean at night," the little sister pointed to the first day of junior high school. "This little boy wants to come."


    The coach looked at the first day of junior high school in surprise: "aren''t you here to fight?"


    "No, delay." I''m a little nervous on the first day of junior high school.


    He is not as confident as Yan hang. He has seen everything in the world. He also has fluent English bonus. He can easily find a job with Yan Jidao''s ID card when he goes out. He has no such ability.


    "Ah, are you..." The older girl suddenly looked at him and said, "is your father I''m in front of my house... "


    On the first day of junior high school, the whole person suddenly sank. The martial arts center was four stops away from home. He didn''t expect to meet the people who lived there.


    "What?" The coach looked at her.


    "Just a moment ago, our family is not Killing people... " The girl hesitated.


    "I..." The first day of junior high school turned around and went to the door, "forget it."


    "It''s very tiring to work at night. The shower has to wait for people to wash before they can go in and clean. It may be very late," the coach said behind him. "Can you do it?"


    Junior one suddenly turned his head: "OK."


    "Check him in," the coach said to his sister. "No one was recruited anyway."


    "All right." The young lady nodded.


    Junior one looked at the coach: "really?"


    "This is our boss," said the young lady. "If he says yes, he will."


    Yan hang elected the last group of barbells, sat up and watched Cui Yi play parallel bars on the equipment nearby.


    "That doctor," Cui Yi said as he pushed up, "has he been chatting for nearly two months? How do you feel? "


    "Are you showing that you can still talk without breathing?" Yan hang said.


    "Answer the question." Cui Yi jumps down and sits next to him.


    "It''s OK," said Yan hang. "I''ve been adjusting according to the doctor''s advice, and I''ve been taking all the medicine."


    "Well, you can''t go to work until she says you can go to work," Cui Yi said. "I''ve already agreed with you at the hotel. You can go any time."


    "Isn''t that a little inappropriate?" Yan hang asked.


    "How many scores can a waiter put forward," Cui Yi said with a smile, "one more than you, one less than you, you just listen to me."


    "Well." Yan hang lay on the supine board, ready to practice for a while.


    In fact, he used to run most of the time. He would only play when his father took him to the gym. Now he comes with Cui Yi three times a week. I don''t know whether it''s because of boredom or because I miss my father.


    "I''ll get the library card for you," Cui Yi said. "Go when you want to read."


    "Thank you," Yan said, "really."


    "I don''t know what to say when I''m so polite." Cui Yi laughed.


    Yan hang smiles and doesn''t speak any more.


    Out of the gym, Cui Yi couldn''t help but pull him to eat kebabs.


    "After that, I''ll have a meal in the sea," Yan said as he ate. "What''s the meaning of those two hours before?"


    "Mainly psychological satisfaction." Cui Yi said.


    After eating, he came out of the shop and waited for Cui Yi to drive. Yan hang stretched himself.


    I''m a little tired, but I''m in a good mood.


    Coming out of the darkness again, he had some emotion.


    Looking back at the sign of kebab shop, I suddenly thought of the first day of junior high school.


    After running, they come home with a big bag of barbecue for supper The first day of junior high school is quite delicious.


    He smiles, takes out his cell phone and takes a picture of the sign of the barbecue.


    After thinking about it for a long time, I only posted it on Weibo and didn''t read the comments.


    In fact, he was afraid to see the contents of "missing persons return", even the tone of joke would make him feel disappointed.


    It will make him think of the first day of junior high school.


    Summer vacation is almost over. What are you doing on the first day of junior high school?


    Is Liang Bing still bothering him?


    Will the students talk about it?


    What''s the situation at home?


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, it was quiet as usual. Now I come back late every day, and my family all sleep. It''s very good.


    He took a bath, sat down at his desk and opened the little book.


    It had been written in a mess for several pages, and he turned it slowly. Some of them didn''t know what they wanted to express, but some of them still remembered their mood at that time.


    -A working junior one


    - the female shower is much cleaner than the male shower


    - the shoulders are sore-Leg pain, insufficient side kick strength


    - Yan hang Yan hang Yan hang


    - soon to be rich


    - 166.5????? The first day of junior high school????


    -School is about to start, homework has not been written, homework has not been written


    - Yan hang, Yan hang, Yan Yan several


    - today I found a spotted stone


    - there is a hornet''s nest above the tree hole!!!


    I don''t know when this wasp nest grew up. He didn''t see it last week. Yesterday, when he went there, he was overheard by wasps.


    He sighed and took out his pen.


    -Yesterday, he dreamt of Yan hang


    after writing this sentence, he put down his pen, got down on the desk and took out his mobile phone.


    After two random points, I wanted to point out a game to play, but when I saw it clearly, I found that I was opening a circle of friends.


    Yan Hang is still silent.


    In the dialog box are still photos of my new hairstyle that I sent last month.


    He took a selfie for two hours, and finally picked out one when his mobile phone was out of power.


    After sending it to Yan hang, he waited for a long time and kept opening wechat for fear that he didn''t hear the prompt, but Yan hang never responded.


    The only thing that can make him feel relieved is that Yan hang didn''t blackmail him or delete him.


    After staring at Yan Hang''s name for a while, he opened his microblog again.


    The system also forced to add a few concerns to the new year''s day, and he stubbornly deleted them one by one, leaving only Xingtian''s younger brother.


    Just as he wanted to quit, he glanced at Xing Tian''s name.


    Then he grabbed his cell phone and stood up abruptly.


    The heart beat violently. If it wasn''t for the lack of throat, the heart would jump to the top of the sky, and the Qi would not turn over.


    The latest content under Xingtian''s name has changed!


    Xingtian updated his microblog!


    When the name of Xing Tian was called, the hands of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    There is no WiFi at home, and the traffic signal is not very good. After entering Xingtian''s microblog, it is blank, and the content can''t be transferred.


    He ran to the kitchen with his mobile phone, climbed to the desk and leaned half of his body out of the window before the content was finally loaded.


    Not a word.


    But just one picture, he almost wanted to roar.


    The photo is a sign of a barbecue shop with four words on it, Xiao Li barbecue.


    Xiao Li! Barbecue!


    Trembling, he enlarged the picture and looked at it centimeter by centimeter, trying to find something related to Yan hang.


    But there was no harvest.


    The photo is very clear, but it''s just a signboard. If you want to take a picture of a window, you may find Yan Hang''s shadow on the glass. It''s just a signboard.


    He squatted on the desk and looked back and forth at the picture several times.


    The photo was sent last week. He was a little depressed on the first day of junior high school. For several days, he actually saw it!


    There are hundreds of comments below!


    Ladies and sisters are so free!


    At first, I made comments and looked at them one by one carefully.


    Seeing the last one from the first one, he didn''t find out who knew where it was.


    Xiao Li barbecue.


    Even if there is more than one store in every city, even if it is called Xiaochu barbecue


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 Chapter 27

    Today, the guests left early. After cleaning, they went home half an hour earlier than usual.


    There is no one in the hall outside. There is only the front desk waiting for the door to be locked. The little sister is still sitting at the door, making a phone call with a smile on her face.


    It''s probably a fight with my boyfriend. I''m very shy.


    The little girl is very shy when she falls in love. She found it on the first day of junior high school.


    The girl students at the front desk just laughed at Li Zihao.


    The first day of junior high school is amazing. Last semester, they had a quarrel. After a summer vacation, it''s easy to get on. After that, it''s been half a month. Now they go out of school hand in hand.


    Li Zihao didn''t even care to study the history of the puppet gangsters.


    The first day of junior high school sighed, the future is wasted.


    But now, even if Li Zihao and his gang want to study, they will not look for him again. They beat Liang Bing with blood once or twice in the first year. Now they know all about the school, and there are even some divergences.


    His life is much better now than before. Everyone is far away from him.


    The former loneliness is that he is hiding, but now loneliness is that others are hiding. There is a big difference between the two tastes.


    Dad is a fugitive. This hat is on his head. Even if the case is solved one day, even if dad is innocent, it''s hard to remove it. After all, the police won''t beat the gong and drum to announce the result here. At most, it''s mentioned in the newspaper and TV. If you see it, it''s still the same.


    Under his father''s aura, the fight against Liang Bing in the first day of junior high school has been magnified infinitely. If Liang Bing hadn''t been hanging around all day, everyone would have believed that Liang Bing had been killed by him.


    The first day of junior high school, sitting on the edge of the boxing table, after a while of stupidity, I found that I was off topic.


    Love.


    After the beginning of junior high school, many people fall in love. They don''t know what it''s like to fall in love. One by one, they are eager to give up. They are all three pairs of children when they are invited by the teacher. They are still eager to try one after another.


    He didn''t think about these things before, and it''s meaningless to think about them. He was not as tall as a girl before, and he was still stuttering So now he can only rely on speculation, probably people will be lonely, lonely to a certain extent, will want to find someone to stay together.


    For example, he just wants to stay with Yan hang and not talk Oh, I''m thinking about falling in love now. It has nothing to do with Yan hang


    However, if Yan Hang is here all the time, he doesn''t need to think about falling in love.


    But Yan hang stood up on the first day of junior high school, straightened out the crooked cushion on the ground, and began to punch at the sandbag. Yan Hang is so handsome and natural. You can see from his fans that it''s too easy for Yan hang to fall in love. Maybe he''s talked about it before.


    No, no, no, Yan hang said that he had never received a gift. If this kind of handsome guy had a girlfriend, how could he not have received a gift.


    Chuichi laughs and punches at sandbags.


    Uncle Yan is right. These exercises seem boring, but they really work. Now he can feel the improvement of his speed when he punches. When he kicks on the sandbag, he can obviously feel the strength.


    As for the long one, he didn''t know if it was useful or not. Was it time or did he practice I''m really not sure. After a summer vacation, all the boys in the class came back to school as if they had been rolled out. Li Zihao was like a sea pole. He went straight to 1.9 meters and became the tallest one in the class.


    Although he has stretched a lot, he is still in the short one.


    But for an aunt who hasn''t seen him for three or four months, it''s amazing that he''s a little taller than in summer vacation.


    At noon after school, my aunt said she would take him to dinner. The car stopped on the opposite side of the school road. He went all the way to the car. My aunt didn''t see him and opened the door. She was scared: "Ouch! Who''s the big boy? "


    "Robbery." Chuichi poked her arm with her finger.


    "My God," my aunt laughed and patted him on the face, "I haven''t seen you for months. I can''t recognize you at a glance! This big man is taller than me. "


    "That''s because you''re too, too short." Junior one got on the bus and said with a smile.


    "Yes, it''s awesome," my aunt drove the car. "The dog can laugh at others for being short It''s one meter seven, isn''t it? "


    "No amount," the first day of junior high school said, "big, general, sleeping at night, leg pain, my mother said long, too fast."


    "Yes, your uncle is also at this moment, bone pain can''t sleep," little aunt looked at him, "clothes are small, right? Can''t you wear the school uniform? "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school looked down. Now he was wearing his father''s old clothes, and his father didn''t buy clothes very much. He didn''t know where he got his coat. The words on it were XX air conditioner.


    The pants are very handsome. They are the sports pants Yan hang gave him before. Now it''s cold, and they can be worn again. In fact, they are not willing to wear them out.


    "After dinner, my aunt will take you to buy some clothes," she said. "If you want to have a look and a figure, it''s not decent to wear work clothes.""I have, I have money," said junior one. Thinking about it, I''m a little proud. "I''m working."


    "Really?" Little aunt a little surprised, "where?"


    "A fist, a hall," the first day of junior high school pinched the trouser legs and rubbed them gently, "cleaning, there are more than one thousand."


    It took a long time for my aunt to say, "the dog has grown up. It''s really..."


    "I''ll treat you to dinner." I patted my pocket on the first day of junior high school.


    He has been saving money for several months. Every month, the martial arts club pays his salary. He gives 800 to his mother and keeps 500 for himself. All of them are in the card.


    Saving money is not for anything else. If he just wants to go to a vocational secondary school, his mother may be angry and no longer pay his tuition. He has to find a way to prepare for it.


    If he doesn''t follow his mother''s request, he may have to rely on himself in the future.


    And my mother''s character, even if she asked to go, do not know when she will be angry.


    Like Yan hang, it will be much safer to earn and spend by yourself.


    My aunt didn''t refuse his invitation. They went to have a small hot pot.


    "Any news recently?" Aunt asked, "did the police look for you again?"


    "No Junior one sighed.


    "Well," she frowned, "your father is really But you don''t have a burden. It''s none of your business whether he does it or not, whatever he does. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    You are yourself first.


    I don''t know why, he thought of Uncle Yan''s words.


    Now he clearly understood the meaning of this sentence, but it was not easy to do so.


    "Let''s go," she said after a sip of tea. "Go shopping and buy clothes for you."


    "Don''t go to business, let''s go to the market," Chuyi thought. "Go to the pedestrian street."


    "Why?" The little aunt laughed, "do you want to save money for me? Let''s go. There are also discount stores. Anyway, I''ll buy you sportswear. There are several stores everywhere. "


    It''s a rare day to have a rest. Yan hang wanted to go back to sleep, but several colleagues pulled him out to play. He had already refused twice and could not find any reason.


    If it was before, he would not even be able to find a reason, it might be ten days and a half months of friendship, there is no need.


    But now it''s different. No one will take him around any more. He will no longer have any free time here. He will have to learn to adapt to this kind of life.


    Learn to know many colleagues, neighbors, learn to see familiar people every day, learn to walk in the street like an ordinary person.


    It was the life he had been looking forward to.


    But I don''t know whether it''s because he was always on the road in those years when he was most likely to have deep memories, or because he lost his father. Now when such a life really comes, he can''t devote himself to it all the time.


    After dinner, my colleagues said to find a place to play cards. When I passed by the clothing store, the two girls couldn''t help entering the store.


    He sat with another male colleague and watched them try on their clothes.


    "Is it good?" A girl changed her clothes and came up to them.


    "Good looking," nodded the male colleague, "especially white, and you are very white."


    The girl smiles and looks at Yan hang again.


    "White." Yan hang nodded.


    These two are in the stage of secretly seeing off each other, so he doesn''t plan to talk more about them.


    However, when another girl named Zhang Chen came over, Yan hang felt embarrassed. Although he had never been in love and had no chance to feel the so-called "good feeling", he could still feel something.


    "How''s it going?" Zhang Chen forked his waist.


    "If you step on it again," Yan hang stretched out his foot and hooked a small stool beside her, "you can speak lines with a knife."


    "I drive this mountain," Zhang Chen stepped on the stool. "I occupy this stool. If you want to think about this road, you must praise me for my beauty."


    Yan hang gave her a thumbs up: "beauty."


    "Thank you." Zhang Chen said.


    "It doesn''t rhyme at all." The male colleague nearby said.


    "I''ll tell you, just your EQ," Zhang Chen sighed. As he walked to the mirror, he said, "you don''t need gongdou drama. You don''t need two episodes of brain disabled idol drama."


    "It''s a bad mouth." The male colleague sighed.


    Yan hang laughed.


    The two girls tried on their clothes for half an hour, but they didn''t buy one.


    In the shopping guide''s complicated eyes, when he walked out of the store, Yan hang sighed: "is this a Xiaoshi movement?"


    "Smart," Zhang Chen said with a loud finger, "it''s still a spiritual comfort. Just now we''ve finished taking photos of ourselves in the fitting room. Some clothes don''t need to be bought. Just take photos."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang smiles.


    The next activity is playing cards.


    They found a teahouse and started playing mahjong.Yan hang thinks it''s boring. He''d rather go for a run or turn a few pages of books, even if he''s in a daze.


    But a few people''s interest is still very high, he can only grit his teeth, not disappointed, while playing cards, while listening to them talking about the restaurant.


    The restaurant Cui Yi introduced to him is a western restaurant in a five-star hotel, which can''t be compared with the miscellaneous restaurants he worked in before.


    Maybe Cui Yi boasted for him. During the interview, the foreman called him from the beginning to make an appointment in English. During the interview, he always spoke English like fighting. For the first time, he felt that the interview was really miserable.


    Fortunately, he passed carefully and safely, and did not disgrace Cui Yi.


    But after I went to work, I found that the English of other waiters might be enough to order.


    Suddenly I feel very poor.


    "Is sister Chen pregnant?" Zhang Chen said.


    Sister Chen is their foreman, a very strict elder sister, but she is very beautiful. Yan hang likes to listen to her.


    "It''s like," said another girl, "it''s almost time to quit? Her former foreman was pregnant and resigned


    "I don''t think so. She''s a workaholic," Zhang Chen said. "I really think she can work until the moment before she enters the delivery room. I''ve never seen such a person."


    "Someone has to replace her," said a male colleague with low EQ who can''t survive three episodes in the brain disabled idol drama. "I don''t know who it will be. I hope it won''t be as fierce as her."


    "He said Zhang Chen pointed to Yan hang.


    Several people looked over together. Yan hang didn''t look up, looking at the cards in his hand: "you can''t point at me because I''m handsome."


    A few people all laughed, low EQ said: "is, he why ah."


    "Last week, when the new boss paid a private visit in micro clothes," Zhang Chen said, "without Yan hang, we would have to be criticized."


    "It''s not that exaggeration," low EQ said. "It''s all kinds of fault finding. I also asked about the side dishes..."


    "Then you didn''t answer. You didn''t understand what people said," Zhang Chen said, holding his chin. "At that time, I thought, ah, this little brother Yan is really handsome."


    "You..." Yan hang played a card. Just as he wanted to speak, his mobile phone rang.


    He took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was Cui Yi. He picked up the phone.


    "Playing outside?" Cui Yi asked.


    "Well, with a few colleagues," Yan hang said, "how?"


    When asked "how", he was a little nervous. Cui Yi usually didn''t call him except to ask him to go to the gym.


    The call came at a time when he was busy in the office. Yan Hang''s mind was full of speculation that made him suffocate.


    "Give me a call when you want to go back," Cui Yi said


    "I''ll go back now." Yan hang put down his card and stood up.


    "Urgent?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.


    He nodded.


    "Then you go quickly," Zhang Chen said, "and I''ll take the money with you when I go to work tomorrow."


    "You take it," Yan hang took his coat and laughed at several people. He quickly walked out and lowered his voice. "Is there any news from my father?"


    "No," Cui Yi said, "don''t be nervous."


    "Oh." Yan hang answered and stood on the side of the road. He couldn''t tell whether he was relieved or disappointed when he heard this.


    He wants to hear from his father, but he''s afraid it''s bad news.


    During this period of time, he was basically normal, but he would still dream of his father and blood in the sleepless night, and then wake up in a cold sweat.


    "Why don''t I come to you," Cui Yi said. "Where are you?"


    "The intersection opposite Wanda behind our hotel." Yan hang said.


    "That''s close. I''ll be right there." Cui Yi then hung up.


    Yan hang was a bit insecure. In order to appease himself, he went to the snack shop behind him and bought a box of marshmallows. He squatted on the steps of the road and ate them slowly.


    After two bites, he felt that someone was looking at him.


    When I turned my head, I saw a little boy in school uniform, about the appearance of grade two or three in primary school.


    The clothes are a little dirty and the face is a little dirty.


    Seeing him turn his head, the boy lowered his head in embarrassment.


    He turned around and the boy looked up at him again.


    He didn''t know why he saw the shadow of grade one in such a child. He handed the marshmallow in his hand: "it''s my treat."


    The little boy looked at him and didn''t move.


    "I don''t like the blue ones," Yan said. "You can help me."


    The little boy hesitated for a moment, came to the box to have a look, took a blue one and put it in his mouth.


    "Come here, squat." Yan hang waved.


    The little boy came and squatted down beside him."Help me with the pink ones," Yan said. "I only eat the white ones."


    "Good." The boy nodded.


    Two people so squat on the steps, slowly eating cotton candy.


    After a little while, Cui Yi''s car came, and Yan hang put the box in the little boy''s hand: "thank you for accompanying me."


    The little boy probably didn''t understand, holding the box and looking at him.


    "I have to go," Yan hang got up and scratched his head. "It''s all yours."


    "Thank you, brother." Said the little boy.


    Yan hang smiles and runs to Cui Yi''s car.


    "The police contacted me." Cui Yi said as he drove forward.


    "Contact you?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "It''s not this case," Cui Yi said. "It''s It used to be


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Did your father tell you?" Cui Yi looked at him, "just your mother..."


    "Said a little," said Yan hang, "he is not Is that why the old Ding found it? Is it Lao Ding? "


    "Well," Cui Yi pressed the cigarette lighter, "but he''s not the only one."


    Yan hang stares at the cigarette lighter and shakes his hand slightly.


    "The other one may have some clues," Cui Yi felt out the cigarette and threw it on his lap. "I''m not sure about the specific situation, though it should be ok But you still need to be safe. "


    "What do you mean?" Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    "If your father is still alive," Cui Yi frowned, "he must keep chasing, who knows, or your father won''t let me pick you up."


    Xiao Li barbecue.


    Junior one with a mobile phone, write these four words in the search bar.


    He didn''t know how many times he had searched, but he still didn''t give up. The boxing hall has WiFi, and the network speed is much faster than his traffic. He usually searches when he is tired of practice and has a rest.


    Yan Hang''s cooking is delicious, and his mouth is better than most people''s. The barbecue he would like to eat should taste good. Such a store may be mentioned in places similar to local forums.


    Although looking for a needle in a haystack, I still want to try.


    Anyway, there is no other way.


    In addition to this search, he also went to all kinds of food review software to find, he did not know why he had to find Yan hang.


    Yan Hang still keeps his wechat, but he hasn''t contacted him. It''s very likely that Yan hang doesn''t want to contact him again. Even if he finds out which city Yan Hang is in, he can''t do anything.


    But I still want to find it, even if I can''t do anything.


    At least look at the weather forecast.


    As for why Yan hang left without saying goodbye, why he refused to contact him again.


    He didn''t even think about it.


    I dare not.


    "First day of junior high school." He Jiaolian called him in the ring.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school went by, "to collect, to clean up?"


    "Now what to clean up," he Jiaolian said with a smile, "this time to clean up is not you, come up."


    "What for?" At the beginning, he was stunned and looked at the boxing ring.


    There are still two people in the ring, but they are not the ones he knows. He knows all the students he usually brings.


    "Practice with that man." Coach he pointed to a man over there.


    The first day of junior high school is a boy about his age.


    "Who?" Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "My new apprentice," he Jiaolian said in a low voice, "I''ve just practiced for a few months. I think I can fly around the moon. You can do him."


    This is to kick the hall. I''ve seen it several times at the beginning of my life, and there will be one in a month or two.


    The so-called enemies are not real enemies, or some coaches they know. They love to compete with each other. Of course, playing is not real. But winning or losing is still related to the face of the coaches. If they lose, they will be ridiculed.


    "You are, are not," the first day of junior high school looked at him, "drinking, drinking."


    "Well?" Coach he looks at him.


    "Also, or not, want to accept again, accept people?" Junior one said.


    He didn''t have systematic training, but he always practiced by himself. When he was free, he would come and give him some advice. Sometimes other students would teach him.


    But that''s all. Now let yourself fight with someone who has been practising seriously and has to go around the moon?


    What the hell?


    He doesn''t want to be this man, OK? He''s not good-looking.


    "Xiao Lin," coach he didn''t tell him any more. He waved to one of his old students, "give junior one a ring."


    "Here," Kobayashi immediately came over with a fist. "I''ll help you."


    "No," the first day of junior high school looked at him, "I''m going to be beaten, reported, sold, medical expenses?"


    "If you don''t apply for reimbursement, I''ll treat you with internal skill," coach he said. "If you want to win, I''ll give you a raise.""Up, how much?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Money buff." Xiao Lin began to laugh.


    "Five hundred." Coach he said.


    "I''ll do it, he." The first day of junior high school, he put on a good fist, hit his hands and jumped into the ring.


    Flying around the moon is not pleasant, and the expression on his face is very arrogant.


    Yan Hang is also arrogant, but he is very arrogant.


    Maybe it''s handsome.


    Around the moon flight has come over, standing in the middle of a few jumps, chin looked at him.


    He walked over and met Yueyue.


    "They''re all novices," the enemy said. "Let''s play. Don''t be nervous."


    "On the first day of junior high school, show them what a sweeping monk is." Coach he said.


    "You can blow." The enemy said.


    "Dang!" Coach he called.


    What the hell?


    The first day of junior high school has not yet recovered. Yueyue has jumped lightly. When he just wanted to protect himself, a straight fist hit him in the face.


    The punch was very beautiful. The floor sweeper was knocked down without jumping.


    This gym is going to close down.


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 Chapter 28

    The first day of junior high school, when he fell on the ring, he realized that coach he called "Dang", which was the opening Gong.


    "Count the seconds, count the seconds." Coach he is holding the guardrail.


    Count the seconds?


    The first day of junior high school jumped up before the enemy came to read the seconds.


    Yueyue is still arrogant, probably because she knocked the floor sweeping monk down with a fist. She has a sense of achievement and disdains in her eyes.


    "Pay attention to the pace." He Jiaolian said.


    Pace?


    What''s the next step?


    He didn''t practice pace and movement at all.


    Can you kick it? He kicks sandbags every day


    It seems that as a floor sweeper, all the moves have to be realized when he sweeps the floor.


    Five hundred is not one five hundred, but many five hundred.


    "Dang!" Coach he called again.


    The first day of the new year was no longer in a daze, but after all, there was no real combat experience, so she could only raise her hand quickly to block it when Yueyue once again put in a straight fist.


    In fact, if it wasn''t for the previous "Dang" he didn''t know what to be, he would have been able to resist the first blow. He had no actual combat experience in boxing, but he had rich experience in being hit by fists.


    In Yueyue''s second swing attack, he stooped to hide, then straightened up and quickly used his low body advantage to make a hook.


    Yueyue can protect herself from this angle, but the fist strength of the first day of junior high school is very strong. After all, she is a floor sweeping monk. Her fist passes directly between her two fists and hits him on the chin.


    "One!" Coach he shouts.


    The first day of junior high school can guess that this is counting effective points, but it''s like shouting like this, especially in the past military training, when the instructor yelled, they would kick forward together


    Yueyue punches again. He defends immediately, and this punches on the ring.


    But then another punch came, hit on the chest, then another on the arm, his defensive posture changed, and finally he was hit on the face again.


    The gain and loss is that amateur boxing is thick.


    The first day of junior high school, he decided to fight for 500 yuan.


    Yueyue has only practiced for a few months, and he has not been idle for a few months. He knows the basic movements, but he just doesn''t know how to use them.


    Yueyue has already demonstrated it to him. Just follow suit.


    He learned the appearance of Yueyue. He hopped and swayed his left and right feet alternately. Then he hit Yueyue with a straight right fist in the face and a left fist in the defense. He hit Yueyue with a straight right fist in the chest and then followed with a left swing fist. But it was not his arm. He hit Yueyue on the head. When Yueyue was shaking, he hit Yueyue with a straight right fist in the face at the same time.


    Combo, MEDA.


    "Beautiful Xiao Lin called.


    "Good!" Coach he applauded.


    Yueyue was attacked by her upgraded version of the move. She was a little unconvinced and attacked again immediately.


    He Jiaolian clapped his hands when he quickly retreated to the corner of the guardrail: "don''t retreat all the time! Attack, attack, sweep the floor


    He immediately did the same attack as before. Although he didn''t reach the target completely, he also hit the target.


    Junior one is very experienced in being beaten, and he will always pay attention to the actions of the other side when he is beaten. Although it is to protect himself in advance, this kind of experience is actually quite effective in this kind of fight.


    After two rounds of attack, Yueyue was a little impatient. At the beginning of the first day, he could see that his pace under his feet was not as steady as before. When he wanted to seize the opportunity to have another round, his nemesis called out: "when! The first round is over. "


    "How fast is it?" At the beginning, he was stunned and looked back at coach he.


    "Come here." Coach he waved.


    He went to the corner, coach he gave him a thumbs up: "early to see that your boy has talent."


    "How many rounds?" First day of junior high school.


    "Two rounds is enough for novices like you, just playing and comparing," coach he said to Xiaolin


    "I just played very well. I''m learning very fast," Kobayashi said. "Don''t retreat all the time when you dodge. Try to bend down. You Short, and you can take advantage of this, in fact, he is not very good against you


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Another thing is to keep your mind. I find you are quite calm," Kobayashi looked at Yueyue. "That child is a little impatient. It''s easy to deform when he''s impatient. Keep an eye on him and attack from below."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school, I hit my fist.


    Calm down? Of course, he was calm. He saw many such scenes, and every time he was the one to fight. After so many years of training, it was hard to be calm.


    "Five hundred dollars." Kobayashi patted him on the shoulder.


    "Five hundred dollars." The first day of junior high school.


    If only Yan hang were here.


    If Yan hang can see how he is now learning to fight with Yueyue, he will be very surprised.His movements are certainly not as good as Yueyue''s, but every punch he makes is solid, and this feeling is completely different from Liang Bing''s.


    Although there will be unconventional, provocative, there will be contempt, but there is no anger and fear, very happy.


    In the second round of "Dang", he hit Yueyue.


    A total of two rounds, a round of three minutes, a minute''s rest, add up to less than 10 minutes of the battle, the first day of junior high school feel that they have a sweat.


    Coach he checked the number of points with his opponent, and there was a little more on the first day of junior high school.


    "How do you count it?" The enemy said.


    "One, two, three," he said happily, "how about my floor sweeper?"


    "It''s very good. You didn''t let him follow you?" The enemy looked at the first day of junior high school.


    "He has no money," coach he said. "He works for me."


    The enemy was a little surprised and took another look: "young man, would you like to practice with me? I don''t charge you. "


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''m going to work. I''ve just got a pay rise."


    Coach he still kept his word. He said that if he won, he would be paid 500 more, but he really did. Once he won, he did not change for two or three months. On the first day of junior high school, he became a floor sweeper with the highest salary and the shortest working hours.


    Very rich.


    He went to change a flow set meal for himself, so that he could smoothly continue to search for the clue of "Xiao Li barbecue" at home.


    There is no shortcut. He can only use the most stupid method all the time. He searches all the cities in the comment software one by one. He will carefully look at the pictures of every Xiao Li barbecue he finds.


    Some of them can look at Yan Hang''s photo if they have a front-end face. If they don''t have a front-end face, he will write down the address in the notebook, and plan to use the panoramic map one by one if they don''t have a front-end face.


    Day by day is like a procedure that must be completed. There is no disappointment or expectation. In short, if we don''t find him, we won''t stop.


    He is so old that he has never done anything so hard.


    If this energy is used in studying, he will have no problem in getting into college.


    "I''ll go to work the day after tomorrow." Mom said it at dinner.


    The first day of junior high school, when he looked up at his mother, he felt that he had not heard her voice for a long time. He was at school during the day, and only had lunch at home at noon. After school, he went to the boxing house. When he came back home, the whole family had already gone to sleep.


    "Where to?" Grandma asked.


    "I used to be introduced by my colleagues at the water station to a shop selling water purifiers," my mother said. "I get a low salary every month, and I get a commission when I sell the machines."


    "Selling water purifiers?" Grandma tut a, "that can have how much money, you this dead eyebrow collapse eye son can sell machine?"


    "Why don''t you go, grandma?" The first time I saw grandma.


    Mom was stunned and looked at him.


    Grandma was also very shocked. She was stunned for at least three seconds before she took chopsticks and pulled them out of his head.


    Junior one grabbed grandma''s hand.


    "It''s the opposite of heaven!" Grandma yelled and stood up to take the stool.


    The first day of junior high school kicked the stool away.


    "Do you see your son?" Grandma''s shocked voice doubled, staring at her mother, pointing to the first day of junior high school, "what do you teach me?"


    "I didn''t teach him," my mother said, "I can''t manage him, and I don''t want to."


    My grandfather, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly jumped up and lifted the edge of the table.


    He overturned the table and smashed the dishes on the floor.


    The whole family stayed where they were, watching my grandfather.


    On the first day of junior high school, I felt that my grandfather probably didn''t know what he was doing and what he wanted to express. Anyway, he often came out of the blue in exchange for confusion.


    Then he stood there and didn''t know what to do next.


    As soon as I got up, I took my cell phone and went out the door.


    It''s still early for class in the afternoon. He has no other place to go. He has to go to the river.


    The north wind blows very fast. He always pays attention to the weather in the past years. He doesn''t like winter very much, because his two down jackets, which have been worn for several years, can''t bear the wind. Winter is too hard for him.


    But this year, he didn''t pay much attention to when the autumn wind was cool and when the north wind was blowing. Maybe it was because he bought two or three new clothes secretly this year and didn''t feel the cold.


    Maybe he has too many things in his mind, and the weather has no room to ponder.


    He is busy working, boxing and looking for Xiao Li.


    Xiao Li must be very moved to know that someone is so persistent in looking for his barbecue every day. At that time, he will ask Xiao Li to give him a VIP card.


    First day of junior high school, I opened my arms to move in the wind, took out my mobile phone and took some pictures of the scenery by the river, avoiding the riverside.


    The rubbish that had been cleaned up on the riverside came back.Looking at a large piece of garbage in the first day of junior high school, fortunately, it''s cold and tasteless now.


    He turned and the tree hole waited for him quietly.


    "I don''t want to celebrate the new year," he said. When he pulled his face to the tree hole, he really felt that he had grown tall. Although he didn''t work as hard as Yan hang before, he had to take a good horse step. "I want to take the high school entrance examination quickly. I want to go to other places to study and school, and then pick up, fight, work, and travel when I have a holiday."


    Then he couldn''t help laughing, with a sense of liberation.


    "If I go, go," he touched the trunk, "I''ll think, you, you know me, all the secrets Cave, cave spirit. "


    After thinking about it, he took out a small leather coat from his pocket and pressed it on the tree trunk: "this is Yi, Yi Jing. You two should know each other."


    After that, he waited for a while. After they had known each other, he put gangkai''er back in his pocket, turned and leaned against the tree trunk, and sighed softly.


    The atmosphere of the school has been very tense. There is no self-study class in the third grade of junior high school, and the physical education class has been cancelled. Only the first grade of junior high school is very calm.


    In addition to ensure that he can at least test a technical secondary school and so on, he will listen to lectures, other time is still calm.


    Now no one is laughing at his grades, no one is talking about what he would do if he failed to go to high school. I think it''s very good on the first day of junior high school. My mother didn''t ask about the mid-term exam results, and no one mentioned it.


    But when he went to the boxing center, coach he asked, "are you going to go to high school next year?"


    "Well." Junior one held the mop and nodded.


    "Then you have to change your name to senior one," coach he said. "You''ve been working for half a year. Do you still work? There''s no time to review. "


    "I don''t, don''t review," the first day of junior high school said, "I review. It''s a waste of time."


    "I don''t care about you at home?" Coach he asked.


    "No matter." Chuichi smiles.


    "You kids have ideas one by one," coach he said, "but it''s also very good. You can''t walk on your own road. No one can complain."


    "I can walk." Junior one said.


    I can walk.


    He has never been more energetic than he is now. He can run, let alone walk.


    When I ran to my aunt''s car, she looked at him and sighed: "you''ve been the same day. Why don''t you send me a self portrait every month? I''m afraid I haven''t seen you for a long time and I don''t know you."


    "Handsome, isn''t it?" First day of junior high school.


    "It''s so handsome," she said with a smile, pointing to the back seat. "I brought some new year''s goods to your family. I don''t think anyone in your family cares about it, do you?"


    "I''m in charge of it," said junior one. "I used to run errands."


    "Aren''t you busy saving money to be the richest man now? Take it," said my aunt. "Call me when you have time for the new year, and I''ll take you to dinner."


    "Well." At the beginning, I opened the back door and took out a large bag of new year''s goods.


    If one day he can really leave here, his grandparents and aunt will be the people he misses most.


    People are very strange, here for him, there are too many gray memory, but in the end, he can remember, but all is good.


    Grandfather is very good to him, grandma is very good to him, little aunt is very good to him, coach he, Xiao Lin and little sister at the front desk are very good to him.


    And Yan hang.


    In the past, my father would come back with some money and the company would send some new year''s products. He would run errands and buy some more. On New Year''s Eve, he would hang the whip and have a meal in a daze. Then he would have a meal with his aunts and aunts and quarrel with them. If it was appropriate, he might have a fight. The new year was just over.


    This year, it''s not so complicated. There''s no need to celebrate the new year at home.


    I bought a scarf for my mother on the first day of junior high school. I don''t know why. He wanted to find the shop before, but it''s a long time ago. That piece has been torn down.


    Mom''s scarf, grandma''s two cigarettes, and grandpa''s thick hat are not expensive. But this is the first time he has bought a gift for his family since Mom returned the scarf.


    He also took a thousand from his savings, wrapped a red envelope and put it in his scarf.


    After the new year''s Eve dinner, he took out the gifts and put them on the table.


    "It''s for my grandmother," he said, taking out his cigarette. "Less, less in the future."


    "And you buy me cigarettes?" Grandma Tut, took the cigarette to have a look, and tut again, "you''re rich. You''re showing off here."


    "I bought it in the canteen," the first day of junior high school looked at him. "You can refund it and change the money."


    Before he could take out the hat, my grandfather already reached into the bag and took it: "the hat is OK, but it''s not as good as what I''m wearing now. It just can''t work now. I''ve been wearing this hat for more than ten years, and it''s not bad."


    "Then don''t take it. Give it back to him." Mom said.


    The first day of junior high school put the box with scarf in front of my mother: "happy new year."Mom took a look at him, opened the box, frowned when she saw the scarf inside, and took it out after staring for a while. When she saw the red envelope under the scarf, she sighed.


    The gift is finished.


    Except for Dad''s share.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more, took the remote control, turned on the TV, and began to be in a daze at the Spring Festival Gala.


    "Point --" Yan hang shouts to Cui Yi. He stands on the side of the mountain with a whip, waiting for Cui Yi to point.


    Residential property owners in the hillside to clear a piece of open space, let everyone focus on firecrackers, now all around the firecrackers are on fire, they are still here pestle.


    "This fuse is a little short --" Cui Yi shouts and answers, striking the lighter and studying, "I''ll make it longer --"


    "Lao Cui!" Yan hang was helpless. "I really didn''t find that you are so timid --"


    "it''s called caution -- in case you kill me --" Cui Yi yelled.


    "I''ll do it!" Yan hang put the pole with the whip on the ground, walked over and yelled in Cui Yi''s ear, "you go to pick it!"


    Cui Yi went to pick up the pole.


    In fact, it''s OK to put it on the ground, but I don''t know why, people in this community are holding poles, which is probably the community culture?


    Yan hang looked at the fuze and found that it was really a little short. It was estimated that he would blow his hand with a lighter. He touched a cigarette and lit it. Then he touched the fuze with a cigarette end.


    The fuse was not only short, but also burned very fast, which greatly exceeded Yan Hang''s expectation. When he saw the sparks, he quickly threw the firecrackers aside.


    But I didn''t pay attention to the direction. I threw it to Cui Yi.


    As the firecrackers burst, Cui Yi jumped, turned around and ran with the pole on his shoulder.


    Yan hang was stunned. He couldn''t help but make a sound. He squatted on the floor and looked at Cui Yi. He couldn''t stand up with a smile.


    After running more than ten meters, Cui Yi remembered that he threw the pole on the ground, ran back and kicked him on the ass: "little fart! Do you mean it? "


    "Lawyer Cui," Yan hang said with a smile, "you are really eye opening to me today. I''ve seen you like that, old men are afraid of guns."


    "Go Cui Yi took his clothes and said, "go back to dinner."


    The new year''s Eve dinner is at Cui Yi''s house, just the two of them, no one else.


    Yan hang made a list. Cui Yi bought all the materials as required. He spent two hours cooking a table.


    I haven''t spent so much time cooking for a long time. Before the Chinese new year, he and his father went to restaurants to eat. They were more lively and had the atmosphere of Chinese New Year.


    This year, he is still thinking about how to spend the new year on his own and whether to apply with the foreman for the class of thirty children. Unexpectedly, Cui Yi will be alone.


    Orphaned like dad?


    Or is it too far away to go back?


    Or falling out with the family?


    He didn''t ask. He was used to asking nothing.


    "I haven''t been home for many years," Cui Yi said, picking up her glass. "It''s the first time in so many years that I''m not alone."


    Yan hang touched a glass with him.


    "Thank you." Cui Yi said.


    "You''re welcome." Yan hang took a sip of wine.


    Cui Yi, like his father, is used to drinking Erguotou for the Spring Festival.


    After dinner, Cui Yi sat down on the sofa and waved to him: "come on, kowtow to me."


    "Don''t take advantage of it?" Yan hang went to sit beside him.


    Cui Yi laughed, took out two red envelopes from his pocket and handed one to him: "this is my lucky money for you."


    "Thank you uncle," Yan hang answered, "happy new year, uncle Cui."


    "This is from your father," Cui Yi handed over another red envelope. "Let me give it to you until you are 22 years old."


    Yan hang Leng Leng, half a day to receive the red envelope, eyes suddenly some sour.


    "According to the rhythm of finishing college graduation work, you can only go to work when you are 22 years old, and then I won''t give you lucky money." Yan hang can''t remember when his father said this.


    Cui Yi and his father''s red envelope he did not open, accompany Cui Yi after watching the Spring Festival Gala back to his residence, he put the red envelope under the pillow.


    It''s past 0 o''clock, and the sound of firecrackers outside is not too dense.


    Yan hang stood on the balcony, looking out at the mountain wrapped in light smoke.


    Another year has passed.


    It''s a year that will never be forgotten.


    He lit a cigarette and sat down on the chair beside him. He was absorbed in the night sky. He gently touched the small stone on his ankle with his fingers and touched the rope on it to check whether it was worn.


    However, the rope picked by junior one is just like others. It''s very thick. Except for a little fluffy, everything is in good condition.


    First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang put his legs on the edge of the balcony and looked at the little stone.


    What are you doing now?Xiao Li barbecue.


    On the first day of junior high school, he was lying on the bed. During the Spring Festival, the martial arts center was closed. He didn''t have to go to school or martial arts center, so he had to stay at home.


    There were firecrackers outside, which made a very lively sound.


    Only his family didn''t even buy firecrackers this year.


    Xiao Li barbecue.


    This is the first city he found. He can''t remember any more. In a word, except for the words he wrote down, it''s all Xiao Li barbecues from all over the country.


    Where is Yan hang?


    Is it in the next Xiao Li barbecue, or in those Xiao Li barbecues on the notebook?


    Where is Yan hang? Where is Yan hang? Yan Hang is in Xiao Li''s barbecue


    In the first day of junior high school, I kept singing like a band.


    This is the sixth Xiao Li barbecue today.


    On the first day of junior high school, I sighed and pointed into the photo of Xiaoli barbecue.


    A bunch of barbecues.


    All kinds of meat, all kinds of dishes, all kinds of seafood


    Then there is a door with red paint. There are four black words on the door, Xiao Li barbecue.


    The first time I took a look, my hand shook suddenly.


    Yan Hang is there, Xiao Li barbecue!!!!!!!


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 Chapter 29

    At that moment, his brain was almost unable to turn around, his eyes didn''t know what to look at, and his fingers were always a little trembling. This feeling reminded him of the female students at the table next to him. He said that when he went to see the male god concert, he was so excited that he couldn''t see anything, and he had been sifting away.


    In order to confirm, the first day of junior high school opened the photo album, he was afraid that Yan hang would delete the blog, so he saved the photo.


    Click on the photo and have a look. It''s all black characters on a red background. The font He switched back to the front door and looked after it. The font was the same! Next door Cut back to the photo, the main body of the photo is the door, and the walls on both sides have only a small corner, but you can almost see that they are red.


    But I''m still not sure. After all, I''ve been looking for such a long time, and I''ve seen many similar faces, which are the most common collocations.


    After switching back and forth for several times, the first day of junior high school finally found the definite details, that is, he found that Yan Hang''s picture, the son under the Li character, was missing a small piece on the hook, revealing the white below, while the one in the shop, although far away, could also see that the hook was round, without a tip.


    This is it!


    The first day of junior high school felt that he was a little excited now and didn''t know what to do. He threw down his cell phone, jumped out of bed and waved a few fists at the air.


    Still can''t vent, he jumped all the way from the bedroom to the living room.


    Grandma was watching TV in the living room. When she looked at him, her eyes seemed to be watching a neuropathy, with disdain and shock: "I don''t know what poison medicine I took."


    The first day of junior high school was in a very good mood. He waved two fists to grandma happily, and added a note: "Shua Shua! Shua


    "Go out and beat people with this energy!" Grandma cried, "eating some shit will make you swell! Don''t give me advice when you go out! "


    At first I thought I had beaten him, but at last I waved my fist and jumped back into the room.


    It''s meaningless to tell Grandma such a thing. He doesn''t want to explain himself to anyone, and grandma may not be able to understand it, and she may even turn out worse words.


    Besides, he has something to do.


    He went back to his cot and picked up his cell phone.


    Yan hang photographed Xiao Li barbecue in a coastal city. He first opened the weather and added the city.


    The real-time temperature is 6 degrees. Today''s lowest temperature is minus 2 degrees. It''s sunny and the north wind is 4-5 degrees.


    Staring at the weather for a while, Chuyi smiles and opens the city map.


    After inputting the address of Xiao Li''s barbecue, he switched the map to the real scene and looked at it bit by bit. He felt like he was walking on this street and standing at the door of the shop.


    He rowed on the map, adjusted the angle, right here, Yan hang stood here when he took photos that day?


    The first day of junior high school, I put my mobile phone on the head of the bed and looked at it on my arm.


    He had always felt that when he found a place, he would have a strong impulse to go and have a look immediately.


    But now it turns out that he didn''t think so.


    Just as he opened the map and saw the real scene, he suddenly calmed down.


    He looked at the street little by little. It didn''t look like a very good shop, so he didn''t go to eat. Yan hang might live nearby.


    This street is where he often passes by.


    That seems to be enough.


    The first day of junior high school, staring at the mobile phone, that''s enough.


    Looking back and forth on this street and several nearby roads, he felt very satisfied with the shops, units, hotels and communities on both sides.


    After watching for half an hour, I put the mobile phone on the head of the bed, turned over and lay on the bed, looking at the bright or dark patches flashing on the ceiling because of my eyes.


    It''s not enough.


    It''s just that he doesn''t dare to think about something closer.


    Between him and Yan hang, there is a murder case and two disappeared dads.


    The question he had been afraid to think about before was still stuck in his heart.


    Before his father was found, he didn''t know whether Yan hang would like to see him again.


    "Do you go to the supermarket?" Cui Yi called to ask.


    "Well?" Yan hang took a look at the time. At nine o''clock in the evening, he was actually wondering whether to order a takeout or make some by himself, but there was no food left at home.


    When Cui Yi asked, he sat up and planned to go to the supermarket to buy some materials: "go and buy some food."


    "That''s great," Cui Yi said. "Bring me some noodles. Just put them at our security guard downstairs. I''ll get them tomorrow."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Lawyer Cui, "Yan Hang is very speechless," you are really good. "


    "It''s better to have lasagna," Cui Yi said. "I like lasagna."


    "Can you break your leg if you come with me?" Yan hang asked.


    "Yes," Cui Yi said with a smile, "I have a lot of documents to read here. I don''t have time to go out."


    "Lasagna, right?" Yan hang stood up."Yes." Cui Yi said.


    Yan hang opened the refrigerator and looked at it. It was said that in ordinary families, they had to eat leftovers for at least half a month after the new year, but he and Cui Yi had a meal together. Even if they were partners, there was nothing left.


    He thought about what he wanted and then went out.


    There are quite a lot of people in the supermarket across the street at this time. There are many young people living in this area. They are late from work and they have to buy something before they come out after dinner.


    Yan hang pushed a car and walked slowly.


    After a few steps, the car was caught.


    Before he looked up at people, he glanced at the girl''s hand first. He was inexplicably relieved. Maybe it was Cui Yi''s words that made him alert all the time.


    The owner of the hand is Zhang Chen with a smiling face.


    "You came to buy vegetables!" Zhang Chen looked at the things thrown in his car, "it''s amazing."


    "If you don''t buy vegetables, you''ll have nothing to eat." Yan hang said.


    "Don''t you single guys eat fast food, instant noodles, instant noodles, instant rice." Zhang Chen said with a smile.


    "I''m at least a single guy who works in a western restaurant." Yan hang said.


    "Can you cook?" Zhang Chen picked up a piece of cheese and looked at it. "Do you want to enter western food?"


    "Take whatever you like," Yan hang looked at her empty hand. "Why are you here?"


    "My grandmother lives here. I''ll have a rest tomorrow. I''ll come to accompany her and cook a meal by the way..." Zhang Chen said and looked at him. "Do you know what material to buy for pizza?"


    "Yes," Yan hang pushed the car forward, "come on."


    "Thank you." Zhang Chen followed.


    Pizza.


    Yan hang had made a lot of savory pizzas, but now his mind seems to be stuck. He can only remember the ones he made for junior one.


    No matter how he remembers, he can''t jump out.


    Memories like being stuck in a small channel, can think of only so little, back and forth is in the first day of the city living in the East River District.


    Ah.


    I still remember Linhe district.


    Of course, the memory there, good or bad, is almost the most profound one for him in more than ten years.


    "Is it?" Zhang Chen said beside.


    "Well?" Yan hang looked back at her.


    She had a bag of red intestines in her hand: "is that it?"


    "This kind of bacon tastes heavy. If you like it, you can do it. If you don''t like it..." Yan hang looked at a pile of intestines on the shelf and pointed, "that''s OK."


    "That''s it. I like it," Zhang Chen said. "Is there something wrong with you? If you have something to do, just give me a general idea. I can find it myself. "


    "I''m fine," said Yan hang. "What''s the matter?"


    "You are seriously distracted," Zhang Chen said with a smile, "but you always seem to be such a mysterious and melancholy handsome man."


    "You write novels," Yan hang handed her a packet of cheese. "When you use it, just peel it down."


    "Good." Zhang Chen nodded.


    In fact, Zhang Chen is a girl with a very good personality. Among the young people working with her colleagues, she is the most popular, cheerful, careless and able to suffer losses.


    If it was a different person, Yan hang would not lead her shopping like this.


    But that''s what happened. Yan hang used to think that he didn''t have friends because he didn''t have the opportunity to make friends. Later, when he had the opportunity, he had the first day of junior high school.


    After arriving here, he will have more opportunities to make more friends.


    But now it seems that this is not the case.


    Except for a few colleagues who were slightly closer than before, he still had no friends, and he didn''t want to go in the direction of friends with anyone.


    It seems that junior one is a special case.


    "It''s said that it''s smart to eat fish," Zhang Chen said nearby. "My nephew eats fish every day, but he''s not very smart."


    Yan hang didn''t know what she was talking about before, and he wasn''t even sure if he had a conversation with her. He could only temporarily answer from here: "is that right?"


    "Well, it''s going to be a high school entrance exam this year," Zhang Chen sighed. "I don''t think it''s going to work. I can''t get into Pugao. I''ll eat all the fish for nothing."


    "How many months for the senior high school entrance examination?" Yan hang asked.


    "At the end of June." Zhang Chen said.


    "Is it the same everywhere?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Well, all those days," Zhang Chen looked at him, "do you have any children in your family who want to take the high school entrance examination?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, "Yan hang said with a smile," just ask. "


    "Oh," Zhang Chen thought, "I heard them say you don''t have a degree before?"


    "No Yan hang nodded.


    "It''s amazing," Zhang Chen said in a series of TUT Tut, "like you who are constantly striving for self-improvement It doesn''t seem right. I really admire the self-taught talents. "


    After shopping with Zhang Chen and walking out of the supermarket, Zhang Chen pointed to a dessert shop nearby: "do you want to have a snack? It''s on me"No," said Yan hang, "I''m fed up with dinner. I can''t eat now."


    "Then I''ll eat it myself," Zhang Chen waved. "Thank you for helping me buy vegetables."


    "You''re welcome." Yan hang smiles.


    Until he came to the gate of the community, he remembered that he didn''t have dinner.


    When entering the community, the guard saluted him. Yan hang laughed at him. When he turned his head, he saw a man standing on the other side of the gate.


    He took another look over there.


    The man turned and left.


    Yan hang didn''t move. He stepped back and stared at the man.


    In fact, from his experience, it can be seen at a glance that this is just a passer-by. Standing beside the gate, he is just looking at the bus stop, and now he is walking towards the bus stop.


    But he''s so nervous now.


    I don''t know what happened.


    He even didn''t tweet again because of this tension, and wechat has never been used again since he left.


    He thought about contacting junior one.


    Many times.


    He wanted to tell junior one that he was very good. He just didn''t know how to say it when he left, so he told Tree hole said it.


    But in the end there was no contact.


    He believes in his own judgment, and it''s not for nothing to follow his father for so many years, so he doesn''t believe that his father can do anything great, but it''s just because of this that he is very afraid that he will continue to involve the totally innocent junior one.


    He sighed, turned and walked into the gate of the community.


    Put Cui Yi''s noodles in the security room downstairs, and then go back to his own place.


    Make a small pizza, just like the one you used to make for junior one.


    Every day when I take out my mobile phone, I will habitually take a look at the weather first.


    The temperature on Yan Hang''s side gradually rises day by day, and occasionally falls back, and then rises again. In fact, the weather everywhere is a virtue, but he looks at it here, which is particularly interesting.


    It''s like a psycho.


    When they need a coat here, Yan hang should be able to wear only a long sleeve.


    By the sea.


    On the first day of junior high school, I lean back in my chair and look at the slogan written above the blackboard. Sometimes I have the illusion that the tense atmosphere is like the college entrance examination.


    By the sea.


    He hasn''t been to the seaside. To be exact, the farthest place he has been is his grandfather''s.


    Don''t mention the plane. He hasn''t been on the train.


    The seaside scenery only exists in the scenery videos and photos. The scenery he saw most with his own eyes was the river scenery.


    Well, actually, the river view is also very beautiful.


    By the sea


    The first day of junior high school, he can''t remember what day he moved his mind. In short, the closer he got to the entrance examination, the stronger his idea became. Finally, when he saw the introduction in various school leaflets, he suddenly made up his mind.


    He wants to go to school by the sea.


    And he wants to go to the seaside, there is a technical secondary school seems quite appropriate.


    Maybe he had this idea on the day when he decided where Xiao Li barbecue was, but he didn''t dare to think about it all the time and forced himself to pretend that he hadn''t thought about anything.


    And once you find that it''s really possible to be real, you can''t hold it down.


    Besides, he always wanted to leave home, leave here, and go to a place without his past memories.


    "Are you sick?" Mom looked at him. "What''s in your head every day? Running so far to school? It''s higher than the tuition! "


    "And accommodation," he said, peeling shrimp. "You can go to school here and live at home. You don''t have to pay the accommodation."


    Shrimp was bought in the seafood market on the first day of junior high school. I hope my family will have a good time and agree to his request to go to school in other places.


    "I can''t afford so much money," my mother said, "tuition, travel, meals, accommodation, buy this..."


    "You don''t have to," Chuichi gritted his teeth. "No, you give it. I''ll hand it in myself."


    "Ouch! Listen to them all, hand them in by themselves While biting the shrimp, grandma laughed with disdain, "this child, after sweeping for a few days, has also swept out the illusion of economic independence."


    On the first day of junior high school, she ignored her grandmother and just looked at her mother: "I saved some money..."


    "How much can you save? How much can you save? You''ve saved a little money, but what do you mean Mother frowned, "do you know how much I earn a month now? There''s no news from your father. I don''t know whether he''s alive or dead. You''ve saved some money here and you want to run out? "


    Junior one looked at the hand of the steamed bread, did not make a sound.


    "I don''t want to say that," my mother said, "if you don''t go to Pugao, I don''t care about you. Do you have to run out? Who do you want to run errands at home? "


    "That''s the point," my grandfather said as he ate, "and your mother doesn''t have any money, so you have to keep that money, in case your father..."As soon as I knew what my grandfather wanted to say, I wanted to put the steamed bread in my hand on his face.


    His mother started before him, picked up the bowl in her hand, threw it to the ground, and roared: "is this rice still edible?"


    The first day of junior high school knew that it was impossible for the family to agree him to go to school. It was not only the problem of not being able to pay. Even in the local area, my mother would not pay any more. After all, for most of the past six months, he had been responsible for his own expenses and would give her some money.


    However, the family can not afford to pay, junior one is not too concerned, nor is it a few years old child, just think of their own way.


    Although he didn''t think of many ways.


    He worked in the martial arts school and saved some money. In the past, the cost should be almost enough. As for the later cost, it''s better to work.


    "No school here?" Coach he looked at him, "running so far?"


    "Well," Chu nodded, "I want to go to the sea, the seaside."


    "How romantic, I want to see the sea?" Coach he said.


    Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "The family agreed?" Coach he knows something about his family.


    "I don''t agree," Chuichi frowned, "but I still want to go."


    Coach he looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time. After a while, he asked again, "do you have enough money?"


    "Enough." Junior one said.


    "In the past, continue to find a place to work?" Coach he asked again.


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    Coach he didn''t speak any more, patted him on the shoulder, got up and walked away.


    The first day of junior high school also stood up and planned to clean up. He could still work here for less than a month, and suddenly felt reluctant to give up his mop and bucket


    As if his ideal is a cleaner.


    When he went to get the mop, he Jiaolian called him: "first day of junior high school."


    "Ah?" He looked back and saw coach he came over with a pile of money in his hand. He immediately understood what was going on. He quickly backed back and waved his hand, "no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no


    "Take it," coach he grabbed his arm and stuffed the money into his pocket. "I told you that when I came out of the countryside, I was as old as you and I was alone."


    At first I was stunned.


    "It''s hard to do anything by yourself," coach he said. "I''ll see your strength. I always think of my time If you take the money, I''ll borrow it. After you mix it up, you can return it to me. "


    The first day of junior high school was silent for a long time and said softly, "thank you."


    The first day of junior high school, I feel that my family is not like the family with children in the third day of junior high school.


    Mom didn''t even look at him.


    Whether he went to school or not, whether he was studying or not, nobody cared.


    No one asked on the day of the exam.


    But junior one thought it was normal that no one asked him. He estimated that no one at home knew when he would take the exam.


    But when he went out, he met the shopkeeper, who gave him a bag of instant noodles.


    "Unified 100," the boss said, "we have several high school entrance exams here today, and I give a bag to all the passers-by


    Chuyi laughed and put the instant noodles in his schoolbag: "thank you, uncle."


    With this bag of instant noodles, he was in a better mood. Before he entered the examination room, he took out the instant noodles and chewed them off.


    "Are you really in the mood?" Li Zihao looked at him, "do you still eat now?"


    On the first day of junior high school, he took out a bottle of water and took a sip of it


    During the two and a half days of the exam, he was nervous, but he was not nervous on the first day of junior high school. Although his grades were not good, his goal was not general high school. That''s not a big problem. Besides, he listened to the class very carefully.


    But it''s not nervous, but it''s nervous.


    I went to see the sea for the first time.


    For the first time, I live alone.


    It''s my first trip.


    First time by train What a local dog.


    Yan hang didn''t make a mistake at all.


    By the way, I went to Xiao Li barbecue for the first time.


    Xiao Li barbecue, he can recite the address of Xiao Li barbecue.


    Although no one at home agreed with him to go to see the sea, but after the results came out, junior one still wrote the name of the school when filling in the volunteer.


    After that, he bought a suitcase and put it under the bed.


    Until I saw the suitcase, my mother seemed to come back to her senses and rushed to pull it out.


    "You are a real bull now!" My mother cried, "what I said is farting, right?"


    The first day of junior high school stopped my mother and didn''t speak.


    "Throw this box away for me!" My mother yelled, "who gave you the courage! Who in this family agreed that you should go! "


    "I," Chuichi grabbed her hand, "myself.""What are you? What are you Mom wanted to get rid of his hand, "yourself, yourself! What are you


    "Mom," the first day of junior high school still grabbed her, "I''m just light, light, nothing, no, I''ll go."


    Mother was stunned, staring at his face, for a while before opening: "are you crazy? Why are you doing that? "


    "You know." Junior one said.


    "See," grandma didn''t know when she leaned to the door, "I said earlier, your son is a waste, useless, and can''t count on it in the future."


    "Shut up." Junior one looks at her.


    "What are you talking about?" Grandma looked at him in shock.


    "I want you to shut up." Junior one said.


    "Did you hear that?" Grandma looked at her, "do you hear me? Did you hear that? Listen... "


    "I hear you!" Mom called.


    "This family is going to end!" With a cigarette in her mouth, grandma turned around and walked out, shouting, "this family is going to end!"


    Mom sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his box in silence.


    At first, he wanted to say something, but he really didn''t know what else to say. In the past ten years, he had no normal communication with his mother.


    At this moment, even if he was reluctant to give up, it was painful to see his mother like this, but he couldn''t find anything to say.


    "If you want to go, go," said the mother, "but don''t expect the family to help you when there''s something wrong. This family is like this. You know it."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


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 Chapter 30

    After receiving the notice from the school, I finished all the preparations in two days on the first day of junior high school. In fact, there is nothing to be prepared, just certificates and money.


    It''s just that his luggage was packed a little early. With his new clothes taken into account, he had to open the box every time he changed his clothes.


    But he didn''t find it troublesome, he enjoyed it.


    I feel excited every time I open the box.


    He grew up so big, so many years, the first time to feel "himself.".


    After quarreling with his family that day, no one cared about him or paid any attention to him. Grandma and mom were just like there was no him at home. No one cared whether he was at home or not, and whether he came back or not. Even when he was at home, no one called him after his mother cooked a meal.


    Although some depressed, but junior one does not regret their decision.


    He had thought that he would not be able to stay at home for many days, so he quit his part-time job and wanted to accompany his mother at home.


    Maybe he''s being amorous.


    So he''ll stay in the gym most of the time.


    "When was the ticket bought?" Xiao Lin asked him.


    "Not yet, there are," said the first day of junior high school, "go to the bus, and buy it when you stand?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Then you can buy a ghost. Hang it out of the window. " Kobayashi said.


    "It''s not spring, luck." the concept of buying tickets in the first day of junior high school is Spring Festival and May 11. When Kobayashi said that, he suddenly became nervous, "I can''t buy them, can I?"


    "Summer vacation, all students go to other places to go to school," Kobayashi took out his mobile phone, "let me help you see, I have to buy it in advance."


    "Oh." Junior one stares at his cell phone.


    As expected, the train ticket was a little nervous. Xiaolin looked at the date: "you give me the money, I''ll buy it for you directly. You can go to the station and pick it up at that time."


    "Yes, thank you." Junior high school nodded.


    In fact, he wanted to leave as early as possible, but after all, he had never been far away. He was a little worried that he would not know what to do and how to report when he arrived at the school ahead of time? Where do you live? It''s still a stammer. It''s hard to ask And he was also afraid that leaving too early would make his family unhappy, although they might not know the start time of school.


    Until the day before departure, he said to his mother, "I''ll go to school tomorrow, school."


    He originally wanted to say that I would leave tomorrow, which was a little shorter, but finally he chose a longer one to go to school, because he felt that "going" might make my mother uncomfortable.


    But it seems that the effect is almost the same. My mother just snorted on the sofa and didn''t even look at him.


    This attitude doesn''t matter to him any more. The expectation of a new life that will start tomorrow makes him have no more emotion to react to this attitude.


    New city.


    New scenery.


    A new school.


    A new classmate.


    New friends That''s not accurate. He doesn''t have old friends.


    The only friend is Yan hang.


    Yan hang! Yan hang! Ha ha ha ha ha!


    Ha what?


    Chuyi fell to bed and sighed. He didn''t even know whether the relationship between him and Yan Hang still existed.


    He closed his eyes.


    My mind is full of clutter.


    For a while excited, for a while nervous, for a while at a loss, for a while and some low, repeated cycle.


    And then I fell asleep.


    When he woke up, he sat up and fell asleep? Where am I? How long did I sleep? What time is it? What''s going on? Are you going to miss the train?


    When he jumped out of bed, he was relieved to hear grandma''s snoring on the next bed.


    Took the mobile phone, walked out of the room gently, and sat down in the living room.


    It''s more than four in the morning.


    He went to bed before supper yesterday until four o''clock in the morning and didn''t eat supper.


    I''m a little hungry.


    After cooking some dumplings for himself in the kitchen, he didn''t want to sleep any more and couldn''t sleep any more. The excitement of leaving in a few hours was all around him. He felt dizzy and hit the doorframe three times when he went in and out of the toilet.


    Sitting on the sofa in the living room, he stood up at six o''clock.


    I decided to go out now and start when no one was up.


    At half past six, his mother and grandmother would get up. He didn''t know what to say and what kind of scenes they would have.


    He took his luggage, changed his shoes, stood by the door, closed his eyes and thought carefully whether he had all the things with him. Then he glanced inside again, opened the door and went out.


    It was quiet all around, only a few old men who got up early were slapping themselves as they walked.


    The first day of junior high school has some feelings.


    Just leave?Although he just went to school, he felt like he was going to say goodbye.


    In fact, it can also be called farewell.


    For some things, some memories, is farewell.


    It''s still early to get to the station. It''s time to pick up the ticket. On the first day of junior high school, I found the ticket machine with my ID card. Xiaolin told him to pick it up on the automatic ticket machine.


    He stood in front of the ticket machine.


    I don''t know if I was too nervous or too rustic. He almost didn''t understand the words on the ticket machine and didn''t know where to poke.


    Next to the machine came a girl, junior one quickly looked at her operation.


    After the girl skillfully took the ticket, she suddenly turned to look at him and asked, "what are you looking at?"


    "No, I don''t mean well, I don''t think so." Chuyi was so scared that he quickly stepped aside, so embarrassed that his tongue almost diverged, "I don''t, I..."


    "No tickets?" Asked the girl.


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school looked at the ticket machine awkwardly, "no, I did."


    "It''s very simple," the girl came up to his machine, "you see."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, hesitated to walk past, looked at her to click twice on the machine, and then put the ID card up according to what she said.


    Then the tickets came out.


    "Here," the girl handed him the ticket, "it''s OK."


    "Thank you." The first day of junior high school is a bit like wiping sweat.


    "We''re going to the same place," said the girl. "My train is a little earlier than you. Do you go to school?"


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    "Add a friend?" The girl took out her cell phone and said, "it''s all villagers."


    When he took out his cell phone, he was so nervous that he almost threw it on the ground. He was so big that he didn''t talk to girls many times, and he didn''t meet any girls he didn''t know who wanted to make friends with him.


    "My name is shellfish." Said the girl.


    "Shell, shell?" First day of junior high school.


    "Well," the girl said with a smile, "and you?"


    "Snail." Junior one said.


    The girl was stunned. After a while, she began to laugh. After a long time, she said, "you really are. My name is shellfish."


    "Junior one," junior one smiles, "really."


    "Well, first day of junior high school," the girl said with a smile, "I have to get on the bus. I''ll contact you when I get to the place."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Junior one sitting in the waiting room, looking down at the weather on the mobile phone.


    From today on, he can have the same weather as Yan hang.


    Wechat news came in, he looked at it, coach he asked if he had gone out.


    -I''m already at the station, but I still have an hour to drive.


    - I''m so excited. Ha ha, I''ll watch my mobile wallet on the road.


    - OK.


    I''m so excited.


    Junior one feels that his emotions are quite complicated now, but all his emotions have been overwhelmed by excitement and excitement. He has almost no time to experience other things.


    He looked at the circle of friends and found that there was no new content. To be exact, there was no new content from Yan hang.


    However, the newly added shell made a circle of friends.


    -Get in the car! Just now I met a cool young man who forgot to take a picture!


    The first day of junior high school, I guess she was talking about herself. After a while, she was a little embarrassed.


    This kind of feeling is different from that when Yan hang called herself a handsome young man.


    "Yan hang!" Foreman sister Chen called at the door of the dressing room, "haven''t you left yet?"


    "No," said Yan HANGGANG, as he changed his clothes to get ready for work. He walked outside the door. "What''s the matter?"


    "Well, tomorrow''s interview with the chef," Chen said, "you''re going to follow me."


    "What?" Yan hang looked at her, "why do I go with her?"


    "Translator," sister Chen frowned, "I just answered a phone call, our translator fell down in the hospital, now there is no time to find someone, I have to top, but my stomach is not convenient, you follow me to help me."


    Yan Hang is still looking at her. This arrangement is a little too sudden.


    "Don''t be nervous," said Chen, "your oral English is not very good. What a good performance opportunity. You can prepare yourself in the evening and come early tomorrow."


    Yan hang wants to say that in fact, the performance opportunity I want is to let me go to the kitchen to make a dish and do translation. He is not so confident as cooking.


    "Let''s go and celebrate." Cui Yi said.


    "I''m calling to ask if you have any experience in this field," Yan hang looked at him. "I don''t want to celebrate. What can I celebrate about this..."


    "What experience do I have?" Cui Yi went to the gate of the community. "You can ask me when your hotel asks you to fight a lawsuit."


    Yan hang sighed and followed him out: "I''m afraid of making mistakes.""Chen Jinling''s English is very good. You don''t have to be nervous when she''s around, and you don''t have to carry it alone," Cui Yi said. "You don''t look like someone who will have stage fright."


    Chen Jinling is sister Chen. Her English is really good, but Yan Hang still feels that she has no foundation. After all, she has never done it before. If she can''t react, she will be silent in the whole process, which will be a shame.


    "What to eat?" Cui Yi asked.


    "Xiao Li," said Yan hang, "you like Xiao Li best."


    "That''s true." Cui Yi tut said.


    Yan hang laughed: "Xiao Li barbecue."


    Xiao Li''s barbecue taste is almost the same as that of the whole world, but it''s the biggest selling point of his family, so there are a lot of people every time.


    Yan Hang is also willing to eat, not because of the amount.


    Every time he has a barbecue, he will feel a little friendly for no reason. The barbecue itself is very kind, plus I miss Dad again.


    Also think of the first day of junior high school.


    When he was about to finish eating, he asked the boss to bake some packages.


    "Midnight?" Cui Yi asked.


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    "It''s cold when eating. It''s not delicious." Cui Yi said.


    "Just process it, it will taste better," Yan said. "Add some butter, it''s delicious."


    "Did you use to eat like this?" Cui Yi looked at him.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Well Yan hang answered in a low voice.


    Cui Yi sighed and said nothing.


    Until the boss brought the packaged kebab, he patted Yan hang on the shoulder and stood up: "let''s go back."


    Junior one has always felt that he is really very rustic, but after he went out, he found that he is not very rustic, but very rustic.


    It''s OK to enter the station with the ticket. It''s easy to see at a glance to plug the ticket into the ticket gate. After entering the station, the car hasn''t come yet. He stands there with a group of people and waits, trying to look like an old hand in the car. He rides back and forth every day.


    Especially calm.


    After the car came, he found that people were standing according to the number of cars marked on the ground. The place where he was standing was four blocks away from his car.


    Calm veteran''s camouflage was immediately torn, he carried the box and rushed to the other side. Fortunately, there were few things and the box was light. Fortunately, he ran fast.


    Local dog.


    After I got on the bus, I wanted to laugh.


    Everything in the car was very fresh. He tried it quietly, including chair back, curtain and small table. It was very interesting.


    Many people go to sleep as soon as they drive. Although they get up at four o''clock on the first day of junior high school, they don''t feel sleepy and stare out of the window all the time.


    Everything outside the car window, every eye is a strange distance for him, he has never been here.


    And the car out of the city, it is more strange, eyeful of green people feel lit up.


    The first day of junior high school was leaning against the car window, and his eyes looked a little bit far away from the near. The scenery moved more and more slowly, and he looked at the furthest space between heaven and earth.


    As a child, he often thought, what''s there?


    On the other side of the cloud, on the other side of the field.


    That''s the new world.


    Over there is Yan hang.


    From getting on the bus to getting off the bus, junior one''s face has been facing out of the window, looking at the things he saw for the first time.


    Next to him sat an uncle. Several times when he turned his head, he opened his mouth to talk to him, but he pretended not to see it.


    He wants to see the scenery, and he really doesn''t want to talk to people.


    Not everyone is willing to chat with a person who doesn''t speak well. Only Yan hang, though sometimes he thinks he speaks slowly, finishes his speech for him.


    With After To Slow Slow Say


    In the middle, someone was pushing a car to sell lunch boxes.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment. I felt excited and not hungry, but I bought a box and put it on the small table.


    The taste is OK.


    Uncle ate faster than he did. After dinner, he wanted to talk to him again. He quickly buried his face down and nearly put it into the lunch box. After pulling the food, he quickly turned to look out of the window.


    Uncle had to turn around and talk to an old man in the corridor.


    Junior one was relieved.


    But I think I''m not promising.


    So when the bus arrived at the station, he actively helped uncle take down a pile of luggage.


    "Thank you, young man." Said the uncle.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school said that he pushed his way to the door behind uncle.


    Here we are.


    When I came out of the car on the first day of junior high school, I felt that the smell in the air was different.


    The air by the sea!


    He checked on the map, the railway station is very close to the sea, what he smelled is different, it must be the smell of the sea.


    Yes! sea!


    But he didn''t have time to go to the seaside first. He had to go to school first and settle down.And then He wanted to go out for a walk.


    He was the first group of students to report to school and looked very positive.


    The school is very big. It''s like walking through a square when I walk to the dormitory. The teaching building and dormitory look very new. They should have just been renovated, which is much better than he thought before.


    Dormitory is eight, there is a bathroom, junior one did not live in school, standing in the middle of four shelf beds, he suddenly some panic.


    Classmate.


    For him, it''s a little strange. He has many classmates, but he never really realized what a classmate is.


    Now, he will live in this dormitory with seven classmates.


    All of a sudden, I was at a loss.


    Eight beds, looked at the bedside, did not write the name, meaning should be free to choose, first to choose?


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, thinking that the upper berth was relatively hidden, and it looked more There is a sense of security.


    He put the box on the upper bed by the window.


    Just thinking about whether to go to school to buy bedding or to the supermarket to buy Bedding, the dormitory door opened, a boy carrying a box came in.


    In terms of looking at people, junior one is very experienced.


    The man was tall and strong, with a lot of acne on his face. He was wearing a pair of perforated jeans and a thick silver chain on his wrist with a bullet in the middle of the chain.


    If he had not been in the school, he would not have thought that he was still a student.


    Generally, such people


    "This box is yours?" The boy went to the first day of junior high school and looked at the box on the upper berth.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Change your bed," he said, tapping on the upper bed board. "I''m going to sleep here."


    This sentence is basically an order that has no room for negotiation.


    I haven''t come back.


    The boy impatiently dragged his box out: "do you hear me, what''s the matter?"


    At first glance, Chu took down the box and put it on another upper berth. There was a little distance between the upper berth and the window, but it was just fine.


    Although he was very upset, he didn''t say much. This was the first day he reported. He didn''t want to conflict with anyone at this time.


    After the man finished selecting the cupboard, he went to select the cupboard which was almost diagonal.


    "What''s your name?" The man looked at him.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "What a name." The man said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he sat down on the stool beside his bed and thought that he would go out after finishing his packing. He was the only one in the dormitory who couldn''t stay.


    But before he moved, the dormitory door opened again.


    The first time I saw the person who came in, I suddenly felt that I had chosen the wrong major.


    There are a lot of majors in the school, but because no one can help him, he studied the whole process by himself. He tangled for a long time, compared various majors in detail, and made a serious thinking based on the situation that he couldn''t learn all the time.


    Finally, I chose a major in numerical control, information, kindergarten teacher, foreign language, finance, logistics and so on Automobile Service.


    Now he doubts whether his choice is a bit inappropriate.


    Acne looks like a social youth. Now the one who comes in is like a brother of acne, but there is no acne.


    Facial expression and body language can make junior one feel that their luggage may have to move.


    "Whose box?" No smallpox really opened the mouth.


    Probably because acne is similar to his temperament, so he skipped the same kind and directly pointed to the opening of the box of grade one.


    "Mine." The first day of junior high school is getting worse again.


    I don''t know if it''s because he hasn''t been chased, robbed, satirized or beaten in the past year. Suddenly, he can''t stand this attitude.


    In the past, he would go and take the box away again. But in many things, man is really an animal that can be high or low. It''s only a year. Now he is upset and angry because of such things.


    All the way over the good mood were destroyed by these two people.


    "I''ll take this shop," said Wu pox. "You change it."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak or move.


    Wu Po waited for a few seconds, tut, and reached for his box.


    The first day of junior high school jumped up abruptly. In the past, he grabbed his wrist and twisted it down without waiting for his reaction.


    The acne free body immediately straightened, the expression on the face also changed, and the eyebrows all wrinkled.


    "You," junior one stares at him, "change the bed."


    In the eyes without acne, the surprise was more than the pain, and the acne looked at them in surprise.


    "I''ll sleep here." Junior one finished and released his hand.Wupox shook his wrist, looked at him and put his box in the lower bunk of grade one.


    "Your name is junior one, isn''t it?" Acne asked.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "My name is Li Ziqiang." Acne said.


    I know your brother Li Zihao.


    "Hello." Junior one said.


    "Zhang Qiang." No pox also introduced itself.


    There are so many words in the world, why can''t they be compared with strong? It''s OK to call it strong.


    "Hello." The first day of junior high school, Zhang Qiang also asked a good question.


    Then the three fell into an awkward silence.


    The first day of junior high school was a little hard to carry. He got up and put his luggage in the cabinet. Then he put his towel and cup on the bed. After marking, he walked out of the dormitory.


    All the way out, you can see many new students coming. There are social brothers like Qiang Qiang, and there are many children who are very good at first sight.


    When I got to the school gate, the mood of the first day of junior high school was gradually raised again.


    He took out his cell phone, opened the note, and looked at the content recorded above.


    At the bus stop at the gate of the school, take a seven stop bus, then change to another bus, and then take five stops. After getting off, go 200 meters ahead and turn left. That''s the street where Xiao Li barbecue.


    It''s a long way to go. It''s the evening rush hour in the first day of junior high school. He was crowded in the bus crowd. At first, he felt that it was longer than the journey to learn the Scriptures. Later, he was so crowded that he couldn''t breathe. He had the illusion that he had already learned the Scriptures.


    After getting off the bus, he bought a bottle of iced black tea and drank more than half of it at a time, which slowly slowed down.


    Two hundred meters ahead.


    As he walked, he looked around.


    He has seen these scenes countless times in his mobile phone, and now when he passes through the middle, the faint familiarity makes him feel very magical.


    Never been to a place.


    Because Yan hang became so familiar here.


    There is a pet shop at the intersection in front. Turn left and go ahead, that''s Xiao Li barbecue.


    The first day of junior high school stopped.


    Nervous.


    What are you nervous about?


    It''s just a barbecue shop. Yan hang can''t be in it now.


    But still nervous, suddenly hit the nervous let him a little want to go to the toilet.


    Local dog, why are you so hopeless


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 Chapter 31

    On the first day of junior high school, I teased the dog for five minutes outside the pet shop through the glass, and then I went on.


    There are many restaurants in this road, big and small, with all kinds of styles. It''s very lively.


    As he walked, he habitually leaned to the side of the road on the first day of junior high school. Without Yan hang, no one would pull him out of the wall. He could only pay attention to himself.


    In fact, he hasn''t left like this for quite a long time. Now maybe it''s because he''s in a new environment. Even though he''s seen it countless times on the real map, when he''s in it, he still knows that it''s a place he''s never been to before, surrounded by totally different styles from his previous living environment.


    It''s much more prosperous here than at home. The shop faces on both sides are very foreign, and the people who come and go also look very fashionable. Of course, he has such a big activity track, that is, from home to school. He doesn''t know whether other places are foreign or local.


    Anyway, I''m very rustic.


    Especially when compared with Yan hang, it is obvious.


    In the first day of junior high school, there are a lot of things in his mind, some of them are involuntary and some of them are deliberate. He doesn''t dare to let his mind idle, so he has to think about something.


    Because walk another 30 meters, it''s Xiaoli barbecue.


    Now he and Xiao Li are separated by three clothing stores, a milk tea shop, a cake shop and I can''t remember.


    20 meters left?


    Ten meters?


    When Xiao Li''s barbecue red face suddenly appeared in front of him, he was startled.


    How come it''s here!


    He lowered his head quickly and stuck it behind a tree.


    After this skillful action, he looked at the bark in front of him and felt a little puzzled.


    Fortunately, it''s a bit dark now, so no one should notice him.


    So he came out from behind the tree and stood by it and looked in.


    The business in the shop is very good. The tables are almost full.


    In order to confirm, the first day of junior high school looked up again at the words on the signboard. Yes, here it is.


    His heart was beating fast all of a sudden.


    Looking at the store again, I subconsciously began to look for it.


    I swept every table twice before I let out a breath.


    Yan Hang is not in it.


    He took a few steps aside and looked up.


    This is it. When Yan hang took that picture, it was this angle.


    It''s close to the door. After eating, you should come out and take out your mobile phone. Or you may have been holding your mobile phone, and then hold it up and click.


    Junior one took a picture of the sign.


    It''s very similar to Yan Hang''s one. He smiles.


    "Brother, do you have barbecue?" Someone asked beside him.


    Chuyi was startled and looked up. An uncle stood in front of him, wearing an apron with the words "Xiao Li barbecue" printed on it.


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, "junior one was embarrassed," I don''t, don''t... "


    "Just taking pictures instead of eating?" Uncle looked at him.


    "Wait for someone," junior one said, "take a picture, a photo, an address."


    "It''s good to send a positioning directly," the uncle laughed. "Young people can''t even do that?"


    "I wear it more and more," the first day of junior high school said. "It''s not suitable yet. It''s suitable."


    Uncle walked to the store with a smile: "come in and sit and wait. After a while, people are full and there is no table."


    There was only a moment of hesitation.


    Junior one followed him into the shop and sat down at a small table.


    It''s time for dinner. Although barbecue is a little too expensive for him, it''s not every day, just this one.


    When ordering dishes, the uncle asked: "not waiting for friends?"


    "I can''t come if I have something to do." Junior one said.


    Uncle looked at him two eyes, a pair of I understand your expression, sighed: "now the little girl ah, not so easy to chase."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Ah Junior one did not know how to answer, only with a nod.


    "It''s OK," Uncle still very understand the appearance, "don''t give up, about a few times to try."


    "Good." Junior one continued to cooperate.


    In theory, barbecue everywhere should have the same taste.


    But maybe today''s barbecue is full of seafood. Maybe it''s Yan Hang''s barbecue. In a word, I think the barbecue is very delicious.


    Maybe he was the only one in the shop who ate the barbecue lonely. Uncle sympathized with him and came to sit with him for a while. He also wanted to send him beer.


    The first day of junior high school was very moved to refuse. When he finished eating and left, the uncle called out to him: "come again, brother."


    I''ll come back. I''ll come back tomorrow.


    On the first day of junior high school, he wanted to stay outside the shop. Yan hang likes to have a snack. He may come in the evening, but he has not yet got his bedding paper. If he doesn''t buy it now, he will have to sleep on the bedboard at night.He had to go back first.


    However, he is not in a hurry. It has been a year since Yan hang left. He has been very steady in finding Yan hang.


    On the first day of junior high school, I stood on the bus, looking at the dark sky and the lights outside the window.


    And he didn''t think about what to do when he found Yan hang. His only idea was to find Yan hang.


    Just like those who indulge in secret love, they just indulge in the process.


    Once the results appear, they may be at a loss.


    ¡­¡­ What kind of ghost love?


    There is a small supermarket at the gate of the school. The first day of junior high school was a little worried about not being able to buy a blanket. As a result, I got out of the car and strolled along the road. I found that I was really rustic.


    Not to mention supermarkets, there are even signs at the door of the snack bar, and there are all kinds of new suits at all prices.


    In addition to all kinds of bedding, even toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, washbasin and barrel, all can be prepared.


    He picked the cheapest set and carried it back to the dormitory.


    There were eight people in the dormitory, and he had already arrived at five. When he saw that the marker he had put on the bed was still in place, he was relieved and had no acne He doesn''t want to use Zhang Qiang''s way of hitting hard.


    After all, a dormitory has to stay together for such a long time.


    Seeing the first day of junior high school coming in, several roommates who were chatting stopped and looked at him together.


    This kind of scene makes junior one very nervous, put the things in hand on the table and silent for a long time, he said: "my name is junior, junior one."


    "Hu Biao." A fat black boy nodded at him.


    Another boy leaning on the lower bunk did not speak, staring at his cell phone.


    "That''s su bin," Hu Biao helped introduce, then turned to Li Ziqiang and Zhang Qiang, "have you met?"


    "See you. It''s over." Junior one said.


    Although someone was talking in the room before, the atmosphere was not warm. Now he came in and there was no voice.


    On the first day of junior high school, he took apart the things he had just bought, and put the pots and buckets next to the cupboard. When he was ready to go to the upper bunk to clean up, Su bin looked at him: "are you stuttering?"


    This problem makes junior one a little embarrassed, but also a little frustrated.


    He always thought that as long as he changed the environment, everything would pass, but he forgot that some things could not be thrown away.


    "Well." He answered and climbed to the top bunk.


    "It''s the first time I see stuttering in a living body," Su bin added. "Don''t infect us."


    The first day I stood on the bed board.


    This feeling of inferiority, embarrassment or anger is very uncomfortable. The idea that I wanted to be patient and get along with my classmates was immediately suppressed.


    "Well, we have something to talk about," he said, "and for the first time, I''ve seen a living, stupid, stupid person."


    "Fuck," Su bin jumped out of bed, "I didn''t hear you clearly, you say it again?"


    "He said you are a living fool," Li Ziqiang also jumped down from the upper bunk and went to Su bin. "Are you clear?"


    Li Ziqiang is very tall and strong. Standing in front of Su bin, he has grown up a whole circle.


    Su Bin''s words may also look at people. While Li Ziqiang was waiting for him to say the next sentence, he quietly turned around, took a toothbrush and towel, went into the toilet and closed the door.


    "Peace is more important." Li Ziqiang patted on the edge of the first bed of junior high school, turned and climbed back to the upper bunk.


    "Brother Qiang is right. A dormitory is the best place for everyone to be friendly and United." Hu Biao said.


    Li Ziqiang and Zhang Qiang look at him together.


    "Which one of you is older and which one is younger?" Hu Biao asked.


    So two strong right about the birthday, Li Ziqiang big three months.


    "Brother Daqiang is right. A dormitory is best for everyone to be friendly," Hu Biao repeated. "We should unite."


    "You have a good memory," Zhang said, "not a word bad."


    "Brother Xiaoqiang, you have a good memory," Hu Biao said. "You can hear it twice."


    A few people are happy.


    Li Ziqiang stretched a stretch and lay down: "almost everyone will arrive tomorrow. I don''t know what the other three will look like."


    "Like a local?" Zhang Qiang said.


    "What school do the locals live in?" Li Ziqiang said.


    "Maybe I live far away," Hu Biao said. "Besides, how free it is to live in school, my parents can''t control it."


    Mom and dad are out of control.


    The first day of junior high school, I made my bed and lay down, looking at the ceiling.


    Mom and dad didn''t care.


    He left home at six in the morning, and now it''s almost ten in the evening. Even coach he and Xiao Lin have asked about him, but they haven''t received a call from home.


    He turned over and rushed to the wall. Although he had expected it would be like this, he was somewhat sad.


    The first time he went abroad, he went to school alone in a strange city, but the attitude of his family made him feel as if he didn''t exist at all.The back is empty.


    No family, no friends, only one Yan hang, but I don''t know what will happen.


    The first day of junior high school, I suddenly feel some fever in my eyes, and my nose is slightly sour.


    He quickly pinched his nose and rubbed it.


    Su bin stayed in the toilet for a long time. Zhang Qiang was in a hurry to urinate. In the past, he kicked the door twice before he finally came out.


    "Constipation." Zhang Qiang said.


    Su bin sneered and went back to his bed.


    Apart from him, other people use the toilet very quickly, and take a bath for only a few minutes. On the first day of junior high school, they are very moved. Usually at home, his grandparents go to the toilet to force him to go to the public toilet.


    After washing, he lay back in bed and took out his cell phone.


    looked as like as two peas of the little Li he had taken today, and then compared with Yan Hang''s one. The angle was almost the same. He was very satisfied and sent the picture to a friend circle.


    But it''s private.


    -Xiaotian''s brother has two days left to study military training. In the morning, a few people in the dormitory stayed up in bed.


    Junior one is the first to get up and tidy up. He has a full schedule today. In the morning, he is familiar with the school environment and goes around. After lunch, he goes out to find a place to work.


    After he bought the ticket and paid all kinds of expenses, there was not much money left. Thanks to coach he''s money, he still had time to look for a job.


    For dinner, he planned to go to a fast food restaurant opposite Xiaoli barbecue. When he looked at the map, he found that the fast food restaurant was very cheap, and the sign at the door said 13 yuan for stewed meat rice.


    I don''t know if there is any price increase now.


    After dinner, he plans to stay in the opposite street to see if he can meet Yan hang.


    "Where to?" Li Ziqiang asked in the upper bunk.


    "Turn around." Junior one said.


    "Where to turn?" Li Ziqiang asked again.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Outside. " The first day of junior high school.


    "Oh." Li Ziqiang nodded and lay back.


    "This conversation between you two is a classic piece of rubbish." Hu Biao had a good time in bed with his arms on his back.


    "Will you be back at noon?" Li Ziqiang asked again.


    "No Junior one said.


    "And in the evening?" Li Ziqiang continued.


    "What can I do for you?" The first day of junior high school has some helplessness.


    "Let''s have a dinner together," Li Ziqiang said. "We''ll be brothers in the future. Don''t we have to drink or eat."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was stunned. He had no chance to get along with his classmates, and he didn''t know if it was a necessary procedure, "then..."


    "Let''s wait for everyone," Zhang Qiang said. "Now there are only five people. It''s meaningless."


    "Brother Xiaoqiang has a point." Hu Biao nodded.


    "Four." Li Ziqiang took a look at Su bin who was playing with his mobile phone.


    "Then I I''m out. " Junior one said.


    "Turn slowly." Li Ziqiang yawned.


    I''m in a good mood today.


    The students in the dormitory, except Su bin, are not as difficult to get along with as they seem at first.


    The school is big and there are many trees.


    There are several courses.


    There is also a large field for their auto repair professional, and there are some broken cars.


    Today''s weather is also good, the air is wetter than home.


    Exhale and inhale.


    The sea ~ ~ ~ ah, the sea ~ ~ ~ is the place where I live ~ ~ ~


    he is really very rustic. The first song on his mind about the sea is actually the song that grandma always likes to sing


    I got up late in the morning, so I turned around the school and soon the morning passed.


    He casually found a small shop to eat a bowl of noodles, and began his job-hunting plan in the afternoon.


    It''s not so easy to find a job. He knows very well that, especially for him, he has no experience. As a student, he can only take a part-time job and can''t speak easily. No one wants the work that needs to communicate with others.


    One afternoon, he first asked about all the shops around the school, then took the bus to Xiaoli barbecue, and then looked for all the places around.


    At the end of the day, I found only one job to hand out leaflets.


    But the location is very good, just in front of the supermarket Xiaoli barbecue, wages can be paid daily, but because it starts in the afternoon, so only half a day''s money.


    I think it''s a good deal in junior one. I can make some money while waiting for Yan hang.


    He and a girl holding a large pile of leaflets went to the supermarket door, a person in charge of one side.


    It''s a very easy job for junior one. It''s best if someone takes it. It''s ok if someone doesn''t take it. He doesn''t feel like rolling his eyes.


    Until it was dark, he didn''t know how many flyers he had sent. In a word, he still had them in his hand. He was looking at Xiao Li''s barbecue on the other side of the road and handing them to the people passing by.


    Xiao Li''s barbecue business is really good. As soon as he arrived for dinner, he sat at several tables.Uncle happily busy alive.


    I don''t know if Yan hang will come to the barbecue today, whether to have dinner now, or to have supper at night, whether to come alone or with friends.


    Come with friends.


    The beginning of a meal, suddenly feel a loss.


    Friends?


    Yan hang said that he had no friends, but most people would not go to barbecue alone.


    Yan hang used to have barbecue with Uncle Yan What about now?


    A person bought it back to eat?


    It doesn''t feel like Yan Hang''s style. Who did he eat with?


    Yeah.


    Why did Yan hang come here?


    Is it because there are people you know here?


    Or Is Yan Hang still here?


    The first day of junior high school I raised my head, and I was in a panic.


    My hands were shaking when I handed the leaflets to the people next to me.


    "I''m all out," the man next to me took the flyer and called as he looked at it. "Can''t you have something else? Do you have to have lasagna? "


    The first day of the new year suddenly froze.


    He couldn''t breathe, his heart beat out of rhythm, and his head was shaking with the explosion. He couldn''t move, his head could not move, his shoulders could not move, and his arms could not be lifted.


    Only the eyes can move.


    He looked at the sound.


    I saw the hand with the flyer.


    The fingers are slender, slightly thin, and the joints are clear but not abrupt.


    What a beautiful hand.


    In this world, at least in his world, there is only one person who has such a beautiful hand.


    This voice, this hand.


    Yan hang.


    "That''s OK. I''ll buy it casually later." Yan hang didn''t notice him, but looked at the leaflet in his hand, "well, milk tea? I don''t drink. If you want to drink, I''ll bring you Well, baked rice... "


    Baked rice.


    Yan Hang''s baked rice is very delicious.


    Who will Yan hang cook baked rice for?


    Who does he live with?


    Is he a new friend? Or an old friend?


    I don''t know why, the first day of junior high school is suddenly depressed.


    Find a real one-on-one English teacher for your child.


    Yan hang folded the leaflet and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to throw it later.


    Turning around and going to the milk tea shop to bring Cui Yi a cup of milk tea, he suddenly found that the person who handed him the flyer was still standing by.


    Not moving.


    This is the state of the flyer, the hands of a pile of hair to the middle of the night.


    Yan hang goes to the milk tea shop.


    Halfway across the street, he frowned and looked back.


    The man who just handed out the leaflet


    He just glanced casually and hardly looked at his face, but now he always felt that the man looked like junior one.


    But when I think about it, I feel that I have something wrong.


    How could the first day of junior high school come here to send out leaflets, and the person who sent out leaflets He looked over and the man was still standing there with his head down.


    Yan hang felt that he might really have something wrong.


    He thinks that person is the first year of junior high school. He doesn''t even see his face clearly, but he still feels like the whole person.


    With the sound of a horn, Yan hang turned around and stood in the middle of the road.


    Hesitated for a moment, he turned to the supermarket door and walked past.


    Clearly know that this can''t be the first day of junior high school, the first day of junior high school can''t be here, it''s impossible to come here to send leaflets, what''s more impossible is This man is so much taller than grade one. He looks like one meter seven three seven four But he still wanted to take another look.


    As he was about to walk on the sidewalk, the man suddenly turned and walked in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang was stunned.


    The man walked in a hurry and took a big step.


    but not as like as two peas, but this way, Yan hang almost did not believe his eyes. This walking posture is almost the same as that of junior one.


    He didn''t even think about it, so he chased forward and yelled at the man''s back: "first day of junior high school!"


    The man hesitated and didn''t look back.


    But a second later, he took off and ran forward.


    Yan hang was shocked to see that he could run 20 meters before he remembered to chase him.


    It''s the first day of junior high school.


    It''s grade one!


    He runs with junior high school every day. He''s too familiar with what he''s running like.


    Yan hang took a bag of vegetables he had just bought. After a few steps, he thought it was too much of a hindrance, so he simply threw the bag into the flower bed next to him.


    "First day of junior high school!" He cried again as he ran.


    In front of him, Chuyi, who was running with a flyer in his hand, threw the flyer to the side and ran as if he was going to be chased.


    Crazy!Yan hang was speechless.


    He didn''t want to yell any more on the street, so he had to grit his teeth to speed up. Today, he was not wearing running shoes, but a pair of his mother''s casual shoes.


    But he didn''t see the first day of junior high school in a year. The boy ran like a gust of wind. The key was that he was still wearing running shoes. Yan hang could even see from the green of the upper of the shoes that this was his original pair of Nb.


    The first day of junior high school is here?


    Still handing out flyers?


    How tall is it?


    How much has changed?


    Actually Run so fast!


    Yan hang has always been quite confident in his speed and explosive power of running. Although he runs like flying on the first day of junior high school, what he wants to wear today is running shoes, so he can still catch up.


    But it''s not running shoes!


    "Fuck you." Yan hang takes out a folding knife from his pocket and smashes it on Chu Yi''s shoulder.


    The knife hit the first shoulder blade.


    It didn''t affect his running, but it gave him a big surprise.


    Yan hang saw him jump suddenly. He turned back and touched his back with his backhand.


    "Stand Yan hang roared.


    Taking advantage of the moment of the first day, he finally rushed to the front of the first day, raised his foot to the bottom of the first day and kicked up: "I let you run!"


    The first day he was kicked a stagger, hit the roadside tree.


    Yan hang went over and grabbed his arm.


    But unexpected scenes suddenly appeared.


    Chu Yi twisted his arm and broke away from him.


    The strength and skill surprised him.


    For a moment, he wondered if he really recognized the wrong person.


    The first day of junior high school turns around and wants to run. He quickly grabs the wrist of the first day of junior high school and twists it hard behind him. The first day of junior high school presses it against the tree.


    "Speak up." He is on the back of grade one.


    "Say something." The voice is very low on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang stared at his side face: "it''s really you..."


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 Chapter 32

    Yan hang stares at the first day of junior high school.


    Although he recognized junior one from his running appearance and shoes before, he was shocked by his beautiful escape move and hesitated. Now when he heard this sentence with a little kowtow, he was finally sure that it was junior one.


    Although the change of the first day of junior high school is so big that he can''t slow down when he hears the first day of junior high school.


    So he twisted the wrist of junior one and pressed him on the tree. After a while, he said, "have you eaten yet?"


    Yan hang felt that he had something wrong.


    "Not yet, not yet," said the first day of junior high school. "The work is not finished."


    "What kind of work?" Yan hang asked.


    "Flyer," said the first day of junior high school, suddenly seemed to think of something, struggling for a moment, "my biography, biography, flyer..."


    "Don''t move!" Yan hang raised his wrist, "still want to run?"


    "I didn''t..." Junior one whispered.


    "Where are you going to catch the thief?" A voice behind them said, "can I help you! Do you want to call the police? "


    Yan hang looks back, an uncle is rolling his sleeve behind him, staring at the first day of junior high school.


    "No, no," Yan hang quickly released the first day of junior high school, but still grasped his wrist, "we''re having fun."


    "Oh," my uncle thought that he didn''t show his ability. He was disappointed. He looked at them again. "Don''t help me?"


    "No," Yan said, "thank you. You are a good man."


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," the uncle waved his hand with a smile and walked on, "then you two continue to play."


    "Run again and I''ll smoke you." Yan hang turns his head and looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "No running." Junior one said.


    Yan hang released his hand.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t run any more, standing in silence.


    There were so many shock and questions in Yan Hang''s mind that he couldn''t find the first sentence now. He was silent with Chu.


    After a while, he said, "do you hand out flyers part-time?"


    "Well," the first day of junior high school took a step forward, thought about it, stopped to look at him, pointed to the flyer he had thrown on the side of the road from a distance, "I I have to go and pick it up. "


    "Pick up a fart, no more." Yan hang said.


    "No, no money." Junior one sighs.


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He took 200 yuan from his pocket and put it in his pocket: "I''ll take you to dinner."


    "No, it''s not," the first day of junior high school was a little worried, "I don''t, I can''t do it in vain, just do it in the afternoon."


    Yan hang looked at him and thought about it. He thought that what he said was reasonable So they went over together and picked up the leaflets that had been spilled all over the floor.


    "Give me some," said Yan hang. "I A piece of hair can make you faster. "


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment and gave half of the leaflet to Yan hang.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went back to the supermarket and began to hand out leaflets. Yan hang was standing three or four meters away from him.


    There is also a bag of messy vegetables on the chair beside, which was thrown into the flower garden by Yan hang before, and just stepped in and picked up.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t dare to look at Yan hang. Now he is still dizzy. He is very dizzy, like a dream. He doesn''t know what he is doing.


    It took him a year to look for Yan hang, to study the clues, and to see the map almost rotten. He knew where there was a store, and he remembered what the garbage can looked like.


    Now Yan hang suddenly appeared.


    And he didn''t even realize the surprise and ran away.


    After the failure of escape, he did not excitedly talk about the past with Yan hang. He even asked Yan hang to stand with him at the door of the supermarket and hand out leaflets.


    What kind of drama is this?


    Are you really poisoned on the first day of junior high school?


    Yan hang may have been poisoned, but he didn''t question it, so he stood by and launched a flyer.


    Many people and great power. The leaflets were sent out soon. Yan hang went back to the mission with the first day of junior high school and got half a day''s money.


    When he came out of the office building, Yan hang finally got over it.


    He stepped back and looked at the first day of junior high school


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "Can you still wear shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Yes," she nodded. "No shoes, no insoles."


    "Why are you here?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Go to school." The first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looked at him. After a long time, he hugged him and patted him on the back: "long time no see, local dog."


    The first day of junior high school is really long. In the past, he could press his face on his chest. Now, with such a hug, the tip of his nose can be buried in his hair. I can smell the smell of his shampoo.


    The beginning of a meal for two seconds, a sudden extension of the arm, hard to embrace him, very hard, with the arm because of hard and bring up the shaking.Yan hang patted him again and didn''t speak.


    Junior one grabbed his clothes and held them hard.


    Then he heard a very low cry on the first day of junior high school.


    "Crying again?" Yan hang bowed his head to see him, and the first day of junior high school quickly deviated his head.


    "Cry." Yan hang grabs his hair.


    It''s dark now. They''re in the back of an office building. There''s no one nearby. It''s OK to cry for as long as you want.


    "You don''t go, don''t tell me," junior one voice is very low, some dumb, "suddenly, left."


    "I''m sorry." Yan hang sighed softly.


    He has been very uneasy about his leaving without saying goodbye, but he really doesn''t know what to do. He is afraid that he will be involved again on the first day of junior high school, and he hasn''t even opened wechat.


    But how also did not expect, the first day of junior high school will reappear in front of him in this way.


    "I''m sorry, you fart." Junior one spoke very fluently this time, only with a strong nasal sound.


    "Don''t talk like me." Yan hang smiles.


    "Go to school." Junior one said.


    "Let''s go. I''ll take you to eat," said Yan hang. "Have a good chat."


    "Well." At the beginning of the new year, a dull voice answered.


    It took a while to release him, turn around and wipe his eyes.


    "What would you like to eat?" Yan hang asked.


    "Xiao Li Shao, roast." Junior one said.


    Yan hang took a look at him. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly turned around and squatted down, grabbing Yan Hang''s ankle.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang was startled.


    On the first day of junior high school, he touched the small stone on his ankle, stood up again with some embarrassment, turned around and walked to the street.


    "Never took it off." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I answered, but I didn''t look back.


    In fact, it''s a bit embarrassing to go to Xiao Li''s barbecue now.


    Uncle met him only yesterday and comforted him. Now he''s hard to catch up with. The next day he brought a handsome guy over. Is it too broad-minded to choose


    "Here comes my brother again?" As soon as he saw it, uncle recognized it, "I brought friends today Ah, brother


    The first day of junior high school was very embarrassed. He walked in with his head down. Behind him, brother Yan said hello to uncle: "uncle, do you still have a table?"


    "Yes," the uncle said with a smile, "there is a table in the corner. Is this your friend?"


    "Yes," Yan hang said with a smile, "why, have you met him?"


    "I ordered a large plate here yesterday," the uncle said. "It''s quite edible, but..."


    Uncle lowered his voice, but junior one was very embarrassed to hear it.


    "He was waiting for Xiaoer yesterday. He didn''t wait," said the uncle. "Please comfort him."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang was also very surprised to hear the voice.


    After sitting down and ordering, uncle sent a bundle of beer: "yesterday, one person didn''t drink, today, two people can drink a little."


    "Thank you, uncle." Yan hang said.


    When I stare at the beer, I feel embarrassed to lift my head.


    "I''ll call first." Yan hang took out his cell phone.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Why don''t you call a friend if you don''t go back to dinner?


    On the first day of junior high school, the inexplicable sense of loss came up again. He took a glass, poured himself a glass of beer and took two mouthfuls.


    Cold beer makes him feel better.


    "I''ll go back later," Yan hang called. "I''ll call you when I get there. You can come down and get the milk tea, eh Meet a friend... "


    Yan hang looked at him: "well, first day of junior high school, ok I''ll tell you more later Well, good


    Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, I was suddenly a little excited.


    This person knows that on the first day of junior high school, Yan hang mentioned himself to this person.


    "Pour yourself wine." Yan hang hung up and reached for the beer.


    The first time I got over, I grabbed the beer and poured him a glass.


    "Why don''t you stick it up one by one," he waved to the waiter. "It''s too much trouble to drink it upside down."


    "I..." At first, he was stunned. He had never drunk beer like this.


    "After a while, it will be cold to drink ice beer," said Yan hang. "Drink enough first. I think you just had a good time Didn''t you drink it before? "


    "I''m thirsty. I''m thirsty," Chuichi watched the waiter put a bundle of beer on the table. He quickly took the bundle that had already poured two glasses to his hand, and pushed the new bundle to Yan hang. "I don''t, I can''t."


    Yan hang laughed, picked up the cup and shook it at him: "local dog, touch it."


    Good looking.


    Yan Hang''s smile was the same as before. His eyes were warm and pretty.


    The first day of junior high school, I picked up the glass and touched it with him. I poured half a glass of beer into it. It was very cool."A friend of my father''s and I live in the community behind us," Yan hang pointed to his back. "We should live for a long time."


    "Ah." On the first day of junior high school, I put down the cup and suddenly felt relieved. I felt like I had just woken up. I was Uncle Yan''s friend.


    But "Uncle Yan" three words, a second later let the mood down.


    "How did you come to school here?" Yan hang changed the subject.


    "Just," ChuChu looked at him, and then stared at the beer, "you say read, read, specialized in something."


    "I didn''t let you run so far, either?" Yan hang said.


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    He was suddenly very embarrassed. He didn''t know how to say it. If Yan hang wanted to know that he was looking for clues day by day after seeing that picture, he might think he was a pervert.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. After staring at him for a while, he picked up his mobile phone and ordered it a few times.


    "You can''t be..." Yan hang pointed the screen at him, "have you seen this picture?"


    "No Junior one quickly denied, did not dare to look at the screen, he knew that the screen must be Yan hang sent in the microblog that Xiao Li barbecue.


    "Say no without looking at it?" Yan hang said, "then why do you come here alone to have a barbecue?"


    "The boss asked me to come in. I came in." Junior one said.


    "Nonsense, can the boss drive you away?" Yan hang said.


    "This is fate and division." Junior one said.


    Yan hang was stunned and laughed. He put his hand on his forehead and said, "tell me, how can I find me?"


    It''s a long story. For a stammer, it''s a long story.


    I don''t know how to say it.


    "Did you see the picture?" Yan hang asked.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    He snatched at the beer and took two sips.


    "Then where can I find Xiao Li barbecue?" Yan hang asked again.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated and nodded.


    Yan hang was silent for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t dare to look up. He almost put his face in the beer. He was very afraid that Yan hang thought he was boring.


    I''ve known someone for a few months, and then I left. I followed him like a pervert stalker. What''s wrong!


    "Does Xiao Li have a lot of barbecue?" Yan Hang''s voice is very light.


    "No, not too much," said junior one, "just A few. "


    "Have you been looking for it for a long time?" Yan hang asked.


    After a pause at the beginning, he recognized that Yan Hang''s voice had changed. He hesitated, raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan Hang''s eyes are red.


    The first day of junior high school was stunned.


    "What''s wrong with you?" Yan hang reached over and pinched his chin, "what''s wrong with you, junior one?"


    "Yes, I can''t afford it." Junior one said.


    "I''m sorry, you fart." Yan hang said.


    The waiter brought up the kebab they ordered before, two large plates: "there are still two plates, you eat first."


    "Eat it." Yan hang looks at him.


    "I didn''t eat yesterday. I didn''t eat much." Junior one said.


    "I see." Yan hang smiles.


    I took a roast fish and bit it.


    "Which school are you in now?" Yan hang asked, "what major?"


    "Auto repair." The first day of junior high school said that when I wanted to talk about the school, I found that I couldn''t remember clearly, so I had to take out my mobile phone and look through it, and found the photo of the notice.


    "Have you changed your cell phone?" Yan hang reached for his mobile phone and looked at the photo. "It''s not near here."


    "Not far," said the first day of junior high school


    "I learned auto repair," Yan hang said, returning his mobile phone to him. "Auto repair?"


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    "Who designed your hair?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Hairdresser," said junior one, "but it''s longer. It''s longer."


    "Pretty, better than the original one," Yan hang stared at him for a while, and finally leaned back in his chair and sighed, "I feel you have changed too much."


    "Why?" First day suddenly a little nervous, biting the fish raised his head.


    "Have you been practicing boxing?" Yan hang took a sip of beer.


    "Well," he nodded at the beginning of the year. In the past year, the boxing house has been his favorite place for such a long time. "Every day, I go."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    In addition to being tall, his appearance has changed a little.


    Before the first day of junior high school, he looked like a little fart child. Although he was very poor, he felt like a small recipient.


    I haven''t seen you for a year. I suddenly became a big guy.


    Although he was only three years behind, Yan hang had the feeling of "peer" when he looked at junior one for the first time.


    It''s just that when I eat, I''m still the same. I''m very engaged in eating, and I sweat on the tip of my nose."Don''t you want to eat it?" Junior one raised his head and asked.


    "Eat." Yan hang had a drink.


    "Even a sign, a piece, eat?" Chuichi looked at the table in front of him.


    Yan hang laughed, took a bunch of palm treasure and bit it.


    He didn''t have dinner. He was very hungry. Now he doesn''t feel much.


    The sudden appearance of the first day of junior high school brought him more than a surprise.


    Shocked, moved, worried A lot of them. When they come together, they squeeze their appetite so that there is no room for expression.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk much. Yan hang didn''t open his mouth, so he kept eating in silence. From time to time, he raised his head and handed over a bunch of meat.


    "Is school over?" Yan hang asked.


    "The day after tomorrow," said junior one, "military training."


    "Then you came here to hand out leaflets, and you were so punctual?" Yan hang said.


    "I''ve been working for a year since I was a junior high school student," he said, showing a little proud expression. "I pay my tuition by myself. I also have road and fees."


    "What kind of work?" Yan hang had some accidents. He had to walk next to the wall in the first day of junior high school. How could he go to work? Another year?


    "Cleaning the martial arts hall, Wei, Sheng," Chuichi said with a smile, "the boss will open the back door."


    "It''s awesome," Yan hang said with a smile. After thinking about it, he couldn''t laugh. "You came to school, didn''t your family give you money?"


    The smile of the first day of junior high school faded quickly. After eating a bunch of mutton, he answered in a low voice: "HMM


    "I can do it myself." He added.


    After finishing the barbecue check-out, the first day of junior high school snatched the money to the boss before Yan hang.


    "What''s the richest man you''re pretending to be with me?" Yan hang said.


    "Your money, the richest man," junior one said, "just gave it to me."


    "Oh," Yan hang looked at him, "does the richest man still need you to treat me?"


    "I''ve always wanted to invite, please, have a good meal," the first day of junior high school said, "a big meal."


    "That''s a big meal today." Yan hang said.


    "There will be bigger ones in the future." Junior one said.


    When he came out of Xiao Li''s barbecue, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. It was ten o''clock. He was a little worried: "do you have access control time in your school?"


    "I don''t know." At first I was stunned.


    "It''s ten o''clock," said Yan hang. "The buses are gone. I''ll call for you..."


    Speaking of half, he stopped and looked at junior one, who also looked at him, but soon turned his eyes away, as if he was embarrassed.


    "I won''t go back, will I?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t gnaw, so I leaned to the lamp post beside and looked at the passing cars.


    "Are you stuttering or deaf?" Yan hang kicked him.


    "The deaf." I look back.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Don''t go back," the first day of junior high school said, and immediately followed, "OK?"


    "OK, what''s wrong," said Yan hang. "If you don''t go home now, no one will scold you."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    "Let''s go and buy milk tea for uncle Cui first," said Yan hang. "He must be crazy."


    "Do you live together?" The first day of junior high school was a little nervous. He was afraid that he would follow Yan hang back for a while. When Uncle Cui saw him, he would think he was a stalker.


    "No, he lives in the building next to me." Yan hang said.


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, and his steps were relaxed. "One, uncle, I drink milk and tea?"


    "It''s more appropriate for you to break a sentence." Yan hang smiles.


    "Milk tea, huh?" I said it again.


    "Well, he can''t live without eating or drinking at night," Yan hang took him to the milk tea shop, knocked on the table and said to the little girl who had fallen asleep on the table, "robbery! Take out the money


    "The boss just took the money away!" The little girl rubbed and jumped up.


    When she saw that it was Yan hang, the little girl slapped her face on the table with a smile: "you are crazy!"


    "Do you have a model for your answer?" Yan hang said, "so skillfully."


    "Yes, what kind of milk tea would you like?" Asked the little girl.


    "Lemon coffee." Yan hang said.


    "Good," the little girl quickly began to make milk tea, and then looked behind him, "your brother?"


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "do you look like it?"


    "No," said the little girl, "if you are more amiable, he doesn''t look easy."


    "No way." Yan hang looked back at the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t see it for a year. How could the first day of junior high school get such an evaluation?


    I didn''t see it. Maybe the impression of the first day of junior high school was deeply rooted in his mind. Even though he felt that the first day of junior high school had changed obviously, he still felt that he was the child who needed to be covered by himself.


    "Why don''t you two brothers look alike?" Asked the little girl."You and I, whatever." Junior one said.


    The little girl was stunned and couldn''t stop laughing for a long time.


    When they handed them the bag, they took a look at the first day of junior high school and laughed again.


    "There is no trace of your teasing little girl." Yan hang took a look at Chu.


    "I didn''t," said junior one. "I can''t do magic."


    Yan hang tut.


    "Change it for me. Change it for me." Junior one turned his head and looked at him.


    "Why." Yan hang said.


    "I want to see it," the first day of junior high school said, "anyway, you don''t have it, little girl."


    "You haven''t changed a bit." Yan hang sighed.


    "Here you are." The first day of junior high school, he took out a steel bar and handed it to him.


    Yan hang sighed, and as he walked, he put gangji''er on his finger: "look at it."


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang was still in the habit of turning gangkai''er back and forth for two times. After a slight shake of his hand, gangkai''er disappeared.


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and continued to cooperate, "where is it?"


    Yan hang turned his hand around behind him and gave him a light touch on his face: "here."


    Junior one turned his head and took the steel bar from his hand.


    "Don''t you give me a hand?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. He looked down at the steel bar in his hand.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "I miss you so much." Junior one said softly.


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 Chapter 33

    I miss you.


    I miss you so much.


    Yan hang, I miss you very much.


    Every time I pass by the house where Yan hang used to live, I always look there on the first day of junior high school, but I never cross the street again and pass by the door.


    Later, the house was rented out again. Every time a family of three passed by, they could see a very small child bumping back and forth in the toddler at the door.


    The breath of Yan hang and uncle Yan faded.


    The more difficult it is to find traces, the more serious it will be.


    I''m afraid I''ll forget even if I miss thinking for a few minutes.


    I miss Yan hang very much.


    I''m afraid I can only think about it all the time.


    Now I''m really walking with Yan hang on the road. I can hear Yan Hang''s voice. I can touch Yan Hang''s arm with a little shake. I can even order the magic of picking up girls.


    He''s slowly coming back to reality.


    He found Yan hang.


    Yan hang didn''t go. He''s still here.


    Yan hang didn''t say he was a pervert, didn''t hide from him, didn''t give birth to him because of his father.


    After he put down his mind, his missing became a real pure missing without other emotions.


    But this kind of numb words, he never said.


    To be able to say this, in his opinion, there are only two situations. Liang Jingru''s courage is taken away, or she blurts out.


    He should have blurted it out.


    He didn''t know what he wanted to say until he spoke.


    And then he was surprised.


    What did you say on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang smiles, only taps him on the shoulder twice, and doesn''t speak.


    He felt that Yan hang couldn''t take it.


    Yan hang lives in a high-class community, and the security guard stands straight at the gate.


    I saw this community on the map on the first day of junior high school, but the map only went to the roadside at the door, and I couldn''t go in.


    Now when I follow Yan hang, I feel wonderful, peaceful and familiar.


    There are many trees and flowers in the community, and many people are walking along the road now.


    "The environment is really good." Junior one said.


    "Well, I''ll show you a little friend later." Yan hang said.


    "What kid, kid?" First day of junior high school.


    Children?


    What a little friend?


    Yan hang used to live with them for several months, but he didn''t talk to his neighbors. Now he knows the children of his neighbors?


    Walking along the innermost mountain side of the community, Yan hang stopped and pointed to a building nearby: "I live here, on the top."


    "Oh." Junior one looked up and couldn''t see which window it was.


    "Uncle Cui lives in that building," Yan hang pointed to a building next to him and took out his mobile phone. "I''ll call him and ask him to come down to get milk tea."


    "Well," he nodded a little, not forgetting the previous topic, "what about children?"


    "Come on," Yan hang said as he dialed the number and went to the next flower bed, "here''s the milk tea take out."


    After hanging up the phone, Yan hang turns on the light on his mobile phone and lights it in the flower garden. Chuyi follows him. He doesn''t know what he''s doing.


    "Found it!" Yan hang said in a low voice, pulled him to his side, pointed to the place in the flower garden that was lit by the light, "there, can you see it?"


    What children lie in the mud of the flower garden!


    The first day of junior high school was very shocked, so I stared at it.


    After staring at it for five seconds, something moved in the grass of the mud field. At the beginning of the day, it was scared to death: "mouse!"


    It''s big!


    He knew Yan hang for several months and thought about him for a year, but he never thought Yan hang liked big mice!


    "Are you blind?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Probably scared, scared blind?" Junior one also looks at him.


    "Take another look," said Yan hang. "What is it?"


    As soon as I turned my face, the lump of things in the grass moved again. This time I could see that it was not a mouse, but I didn''t know what it was. It was bigger than a mouse.


    "Hedgehog," said Yan hang, "is a little hedgehog."


    "Ah The first day of junior high school was a little surprised, "Hedgehog? You raise it, raise it? "


    "No," Yan hang turned off the light on his mobile phone. "What uncle Cui saw last month was on the side of the gate, where there were many children. He was caught by the side of the mountain. Now it lives here."


    "What do you mean by a child, a child, is it?" Junior one looks at him.


    "Ah," Yan hang said with a smile, "do you think it''s a child?"


    "Well." Chuichi laughs.


    "Where can I meet a child?" Yan hang took him back downstairs. "I haven''t seen what my neighbor looks like."


    Cui Yi came out of the building and was stunned when he saw the first day of junior high school: "is this the first day of junior high school?""Yes," Yan hang nodded and introduced to junior one, "this is uncle Cui."


    "Uncle Cui, good." First day of junior high school.


    "Don''t you say he''s one meter four?" Cui Yi looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "One meter, four?" Junior one looks at him.


    "It''s a metaphor," sighed Yan hang. He really told Cui Yi that the first day of junior high school is very short, just a little bit shorter than one or four meters. "It''s to describe him Before... "


    "It used to be around your waist." Cui Yi said.


    "Ah..." Yan hang turned his head helplessly. Now he knows that he can''t be so casual when he talks about people behind his back.


    "Do you live in Yanhang today?" Cui Yi asked junior one.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Let''s have breakfast together tomorrow. Normally Yan Hang''s friends are here. I have to invite a meal," Cui Yi said. "As a result, he won''t let me go either."


    "Thank you, uncle Cui." Junior one said.


    After taking the milk tea, Cui Yi goes back to the building. Yan hang takes junior one to the building where he lives.


    "Not even one meter four, not just to your waist?" The first day of junior high school said behind him, "how tall are you, how small are you, brother?"


    "Why do you talk so much?" Yan hangle is happy.


    "Usually, not much," the first station to his side, looked at the elevator, "I haven''t sat, sat this, like the elevator."


    "Never been in an elevator?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "That kind of standing, sitting, sitting." Junior one said.


    "It''s not lying down either," Yan said, as the elevator door opened and he went in. "It''s also standing."


    "I mean, step, step, step..." Junior one sighed, "forget it."


    Yan hang looks at him with a smile.


    "Well Kind of Step "Ladder..." I thought about it and said it again.


    "I know." Yan hang said with a smile.


    Yan Hang''s house is a small one. It''s very small, but it''s well decorated. It''s higher than the one he rented there before.


    There is also a small balcony facing the mountain, some envy of junior one.


    There are eight people in his dormitory. He hasn''t grabbed the upper berth nearest to the window.


    "Why don''t you wash it first? Just run a sweat, "Yan hang opened the wardrobe," I''ll find you clothes. "


    "Well," junior one looked at Yan hang, "are you going to work now?"


    "To work," Yan hang took out a set of his sports clothes, "in a western restaurant of a hotel, it''s very good. Originally, he wanted to go to the kitchen, but now he may have to be promoted to the foreman."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school was suddenly a little excited, "such a cow."


    "But I want to go to the back kitchen," Yan hang said with a smile and handed him his clothes. "You can wear this suit. Now you have one. It won''t be big."


    "Yes, one meter and four ahead of you, to your waist." Junior one said.


    "It''s not over, is it?" Yan hangtu said, "when I just ate, I still wronged baba''er, so soon I recovered?"


    "Little boy, it''s all like this." Chuyi laughs and holds Yan Hang''s clothes to take a bath. Today, he has been out all day. The weather here is more humid than that at home. Now he really wants to take a bath.


    "I''ll get you a pair of underwear." Yan hang opened the drawer again, took a box out, opened it, and took a pair of underwear out of it.


    The first time I saw it, I was stunned: "this..."


    "Children''s money," Yan hang shook his red and white underwear, "how young."


    "Do you have money for middle-aged and old people?" First day of junior high school.


    "No Yan hang threw his underwear on him.


    "Why do you buy this, like this?" Junior one looked at the underwear.


    "This box has both plain and striped ones, and the one exposed is black, so I bought it. When I came back and took it apart, I found that there were still two zebras," said Yan hang. "Go to wash it. Zebras are better than your red underwear, aren''t they?"


    Yan hang can still remember his red underwear. I don''t know whether he should be moved or embarrassed. To tell you the truth, he is still wearing red underwear today.


    The money he saved was not willing to spend, so he bought a few sets of clothes and underwear. He was reluctant to buy new ones before the hole was broken.


    Red underpants are still bought at the vegetable market, three for ten yuan.


    The quality is not bad.


    This quality is not bad. It means that it doesn''t fade.


    A lot of things bought in the vegetable market are faded. The effect of using the washcloth for a week is still the same as that of avatar. The white clothes disappear after washing several times with the clothes in the vegetable market


    The first day of junior high school is standing in the bathroom. I don''t know what I''m thinking. I can think so far in a mess.


    He put his clothes on the shelf and looked at the things in the bathroom.


    It''s all very advanced. I can''t tell what this bottle and that jar are. Some of them don''t have a word in Chinese.


    The first day of junior high school sighed for a moment that he was really rustic, and then he came up to the bottles and looked at them."First day of junior high school." Yan hang suddenly knocked twice on the door.


    "Ah?" At the beginning of the day, I was startled. After I covered my crotch with my hand, I remembered that I was still dressed.


    He used to open the door.


    "Shampoo, shower gel." Yan hang helped him take out two bottles and put them on the washing table.


    "What are those, what?" Junior one pointed to the bottle on the shelf.


    "It''s all shampoo and shower gel," Yan said. "If it doesn''t work well, just throw it there."


    "First, rich is not the same, ha?" Junior one said.


    "Yes," said Yan hang, "envious?"


    "Envy." Chuyi smiles.


    Yan hang has always been the richest man in using things that he has never seen before, such as the bottle of enchantment that he has been hiding.


    Sometimes when you think about it, you will feel that you have no confidence. Yan Hang is such a handsome, free and easy-going, smart, good at English, and has a foreign life How can you be friends with yourself.


    A local dog who practices boxing every day but is still very rustic.


    He took off his clothes and turned on the sprinkler.


    The water temperature has been adjusted. Now it''s not cold. The water temperature is slightly warm. When you slide over your body, you feel that your pores are all open.


    The first day of junior high school supported the wall and buried himself in the spray.


    After a while, he took the shampoo and poured it out. It''s very light fragrance. Brother Xiaotian has the same shampoo.


    Then pick up the shower gel and get it again.


    Although it doesn''t make sense to get the same model, he still feels happy.


    On the first day of junior high school, after taking a bath, I came out with my clothes and wanted to ask where to hang them. I saw Yan hang sitting on the bay window of the living room smoking.


    Maybe he was in a daze with a cigarette in his mouth. He didn''t turn around when he came out in the first day of junior high school. It should be that he didn''t hear it.


    The first day of junior high school stands in the same place and looks at him.


    Yan hang tilts his head and faces out of the window. The red halo of the neon lights outside hits his side face and makes him look very quiet.


    The first stop of junior high school can last for two minutes without daring to make a sound.


    "Finished?" Yan hang suddenly said a word.


    "Ah At first, he was startled. He thought it was his secret observation. The result suddenly reversed, which made him very embarrassed. He sat down on the chair next to him.


    "Why did you wash the clothes?" Yan hang turned his head and looked at him, "just throw the washing machine and wash it together."


    "I''m used to it." Junior one stood up.


    "Let''s air the balcony," Yan hang choked his cigarette and jumped down from the bay window, reaching for his clothes. "I just didn''t air a pile of clothes."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school answered, turned back to the bathroom, took out the clothes that had been washed before in the washing machine, put them in the basin, and carried them out again.


    "The soul of long-term work will last forever," Yan hang sighed, "go."


    Yan hang estimates that a few days of clothes together to wash, a lot, including the first day of their own, hanger almost enough.


    After drying the clothes and returning to the living room, Yan hang went to take a bath.


    The first day of junior high school stood for a while, walked around the living room, sat on the bay window and looked out.


    Yan Hang''s old habit has not changed. He just sits on the windowsill and looks out.


    In fact, there is nothing outside, a high-rise building, the light from the scattered windows, and all kinds of lights on the top of the high-rise building, some flashing, some not flashing.


    The window was open, and the air was obviously moist. As soon as I closed my eyes, I took a few deep breaths.


    He likes the taste.


    I like this foreign city and the people here.


    Just as he was about to go to the balcony to have a look again, his mobile phone rang.


    Take out a look, it''s my aunt.


    He hesitated for a while and answered the phone: "little, little aunt?"


    "You are very good! It''s amazing! It''s quite noisy. It''s very noisy! " Aunt''s voice came out, "grown up, right? It''s a man!"


    "I..." I don''t know what to say.


    "If I didn''t go to your house, I would know you had gone so far during the Spring Festival." My aunt''s voice is very loud.


    "I Afraid, afraid of you "I don''t know." Junior one whispered.


    When he came to school here, only his family and the people in the martial arts school knew about it. He didn''t dare to say anything about his grandparents and aunts.


    Although he always wanted to leave, he was always afraid of being blocked, especially the people he felt close to, grandparents and aunts. If any of these people said you should not go so far, he might hesitate.


    "I say you, I say you, what can I say about you? I''m afraid I''ll say you. Why aren''t you afraid I''ll scold you now?" The little aunt sighed, "this child! Are you settled in the school now? "


    "Well," the junior high school nodded, "I live here. The school is very big, very good."


    "Have you bought what you need to buy? Have you paid all the money? " Asked the little aunt."All right." Junior one said.


    "He said it''s all done," my aunt should have turned her head to talk to my uncle, and then turned back, "I''ll transfer some money for you later. You''re there alone. Don''t be too economical."


    "I have," said the first day of junior high school. "I''ve been looking for a job these two days."


    "You''re looking for you, but there''s no conflict," my aunt said. "Originally, I prepared a red envelope for you when you were in high school. Today, I went to your home to take you out and buy some school supplies."


    "Thank you, auntie." Junior one said softly.


    When Yan hang came out from the bath, he was still looking down at the mobile phone screen on the first day of junior high school, staring at the 5000 yuan that his aunt had turned to him.


    "Yo," Yan hang came to have a look, "God of wealth, quite rich?"


    "I''m young, auntie." Junior one some embarrassed to say.


    "Don''t worry about working," Yan said. "Just when you get to the new environment, you should adapt to it for a while."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang went into his bedroom and said, "do you sleep?"


    "I may," the first day of junior high school followed him into the bedroom and replied honestly, "I can''t sleep. I''m too excited."


    "Then sit here and have a chat." Yan hang sat down on the floor beside the bed and leaned against the bed.


    The first day of junior high school passed and sat next to him.


    The side of the bed is facing the French window, and the balcony outside is made of iron railings. The sight is not blocked. If you sit down and look out like this, you can see a tall building as far away as you stand on the balcony.


    "Do you usually see it that way?" First day of junior high school.


    "Before, it always seemed," Yan hang said, "there was no time."


    "Busy?" Junior one looked at him.


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I want to get a certificate."


    "What certificate?" Junior one is very curious.


    "Interpretation," said Yan hang, "Uncle Cui asked me to take the exam. After all, I can''t be a waiter forever."


    "Ah The first day of junior high school has a feeling that can''t be described.


    Interpretation, he didn''t know what it was for a moment. It was too far away from him.


    It''s so far away that he can''t find the content to continue after he''s finished.


    "I just checked your school," said Yan hang. "It''s pretty good. The places where students go for employment are very good."


    "I didn''t check it. I did." I''m a little embarrassed.


    "Check Xiao Li''s barbecue with all your strength," Yan hang said with a smile, "you are..."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Aren''t you afraid I''ll go?" Yan hang asked.


    "Never thought about it." Junior one lowered his head and looked at the small stone on his ankle.


    Yan hang was wearing a pair of big underpants. He could see little stone at a glance. He laughed.


    "The rope is very strong, and I''m afraid it will break," Yan hang said, his fingers bouncing on the small stone. "Do you still grind the stone now?"


    "No," the first day of junior high school put his hand up and down on the little stone. "It''s been a long time. I haven''t looked for the stone, my head."


    "I found a few downstairs," Yan hang opened the drawer of the bedside table next to him, took out a small bag and handed it to him. "Do you have time to grind a bracelet for me?"


    "There''s time." The first time I thought about it, I answered it without thinking about it.


    The stones Yan hang picked up were very beautiful. Several of them were white with light patterns on them.


    "You can design it and see how it looks." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The beginning nodded, thought about it, and hesitated to ask, "are you wechat, not screen, blocking me?"


    "I''ve been useless. There''s no one to contact except you. The phone numbers have changed," Yan hang took out his mobile phone. "Did you send me a message?"


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "What did you send me?" Yan hang starts downloading wechat again.


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t expect that Yan hang not only changed his mobile phone, changed his number, and didn''t use wechat. He even deleted wechat, which made him nervous.


    If you don''t find Yan hang this time, you may never find him.


    Yan hang got off wechat, got up again, took an iron box from the bookshelf and sat down.


    When I opened the box, I took a quick look inside and saw something familiar, the pen.


    "You still have this steel, the pen?" First day of junior high school, I suddenly feel like crying.


    "Well," Yan hang took out a mobile phone card from the box and put it on the mobile phone, "but it''s useless. I''m afraid I''ll lose it."


    "No cell phone card, no throwing?" First day of junior high school.


    "No, I''ve been paying." Yan hang starts up.


    "It''s rich." Junior one said softly.


    "I''m afraid you''ll come to me." Yan hang smiles.


    "Then, then you..." On the first day of junior high school, I couldn''t control my mood and my voice trembled.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    In the first day of junior high school, I tried to control myself and swallow my saliva, trying to swallow the strong acid swelling between my nose and forehead.He has cried once this evening, and he really doesn''t want to cry again.


    It''s a shame.


    He has run so far to go to school alone. It''s a shame for such powerful masters to cry twice a night in front of people.


    In the future, Yan hang can not only tell people that one meter four in junior high school reached his waist, he can also say that one meter four in junior high school didn''t stop crying.


    He is now 1.74 meters and has been practicing boxing for a year, but this person has collapsed before he can stand firmly in front of Yan hang.


    His nose was so sore that his eyes narrowed.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang should have seen his emotion, so he took a tissue from the head of the bed and put it in his hand.


    "You''re afraid that I''ll find you, find you," the first day of junior high school, tears flow out like this, "then you still, nothing, don''t say, go, the news is not, don''t return, you change, change the card, still leave a number, fart, use it!"


    "Even if I look for you, I''ll turn off the machine!" The first day of junior high school was a little annoyed and wiped uncontrollable tears, "are you stupid, son?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak, just looked at him.


    After a while, he said in a low voice: "the cow is forced, and the local dog can curse? Don''t you see that in the hell? "


    "I miss him, he''s just, he''s just, he''s not!" The first day of junior high school said, "I''m not satisfied with it."


    "Fu," Yan hang took another tissue and pressed it on his face twice. "I''ll see what message you sent me right away."


    "Selfie." Junior one said with a cry.


    Yan hang didn''t click on wechat, so he couldn''t help laughing.


    "Laugh a fart," the first day of junior high school said, "new hair, model, shoot."


    Yan hang took back his smile, put his hand around the back of his head, pulled him over and pressed him on his shoulder.


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 Chapter 34

    Crying again.


    Yan hang patted on the back of junior one.


    The first time I cried in my memory, I was standing at his door, crying very freely.


    Today''s two times obviously more than the first convergence, cry no longer so like a child.


    But for Yan hang, it was the same.


    No matter how much the appearance of junior one has changed from a year ago, when he looks at junior one crying, he still feels like a wronged dog.


    And he will still be at a loss.


    He has been to so many places and seen so many people. He can judge many things by one sentence and one look, but he only passes by in other people''s world and looks at them from a distance.


    No one ever cried in front of him.


    Tears warm, low cry voice in the ear, there is no distance.


    He would even follow the mood of the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t know what to do.


    When he was so old, the only "giving" he could feel was his father.


    Dad''s dedication to him can make him shoulder countless anxieties.


    And grade one is the second.


    Clumsy and persistent, but real.


    He didn''t know how to respond. He didn''t even know how to say goodbye.


    He thought too much, he was afraid, he was worried, he was confused, he could not express.


    And junior one didn''t think about anything.


    Just like the first day of junior high school.


    Even if he keeps the old number, even if he keeps the gift of the first day of junior high school, or even the broken red rope, even if he sees a beautiful little stone, he will pick it up.


    How can it, if the first day of junior high school did not want to find anything over, this life will not know.


    But for the moment, he''s still caught off guard.


    The first day of junior high school needs to vent. Although he didn''t say anything, Yan hang can still imagine how he spent his year.


    So now he''s crying very hard.


    After all, I was outside before. I cried twice and then I choked back.


    Now it''s just them. The first day of junior high school is like turning on the tap.


    Related, irrelevant, all the grievances and unhappiness are gushing out.


    Yan hang can feel the clothes on his shoulders a little bit wet with tears, close to the first day of junior high school with temperature, seeping open, a little bit cool.


    The voice of the first day of junior high school is a little hoarse, which makes people feel sad.


    "I''ve seen the pictures," Yan hang said softly, patting him on the back, "do you want to have a look together? Tell me about your new hairstyle? "


    "Are you mentally retarded?" sobbed the first day of junior high school. You don''t want his image of "not easy to be provoked." look at your hair. You have to talk about the type and explain it! "


    "All right, I''ll see for myself." Yan hang smiles and clicks on wechat.


    In addition to the first day of junior high school, there are no other friends on his wechat. They are all kinds of businesses. They haven''t been opened in a year, and they are full of red dots.


    It''s almost the diary he uses to record his mood occasionally.


    And his mood has not been paid attention to for more than a year.


    He still follows the old habit, some emotions and memories that can''t be sorted out, so he gets the box pressed in his heart. When he accidentally opens it, he will think about what to do.


    When he saw the "1" in the address book, he imagined that there would be a lot of news, left a lot of words, and asked why he left without saying goodbye and why he suddenly disappeared.


    But it''s impossible to think about it.


    Yes, it takes a lot of courage for him to send that picture about his inferiority complex and the things between them.


    But after calling his name, he was stunned and then laughed.


    Even without chat records, how can you still see the photos of a year ago.


    He was suddenly a little lucky. He almost never knew that a child was so serious and persistent in looking for him.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Yan hang put his mobile phone next to his face, "your handsome photo should be out of date."


    "Is it?" The first day of junior high school turned his head and showed an eye. He quickly looked at the screen and pressed his eye back on his shoulder.


    Then he unlocked his cell phone and handed it to him: "look, I have records here."


    Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked at it.


    In the photo, one year ago, the first day of junior high school is still the little recipient in his memory. He laughs a little silly, but he can still feel his conscience and call a handsome boy.


    The hairstyle is very good. It''s much better than the dog bite style he cut himself.


    Suddenly, he didn''t dare to think about it. On the first day of junior high school, he had a haircut, took a picture and sent it to him with courage.


    But there was no response for a year.


    He scratched at the head of junior high school: "can I see some other pictures of you?"


    "Look," the first day of junior high school, crying is not as bold as before, but the voice is still hoarse, "there is a picture, in the album, it''s all.""Well." When Yan hang quit wechat, he found that the chat with him on the first day of junior high school was at the top.


    He patted twice on the back of junior one.


    For him, the ability to comfort people is almost zero.


    Junior one is a careful child, probably because he doesn''t have his own room and his own safe space, so this site in his mobile phone is his real private space, which he takes care of very carefully.


    The photos are all in different albums.


    A "little stone", a "scenery", a "random shot"


    The last one is "beautiful boy".


    Yan hang couldn''t help laughing and said, "is it the beautiful boy?"


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I couldn''t hear a trace of embarrassment.


    "Let me see this beautiful boy." Yan hang opened the album with a smile.


    There are many self portraits of grade one in junior high school. They are all in chronological order.


    Yan hang opened the earliest one and looked at it slowly.


    At that time, it should be the first day of junior high school. I changed my mobile phone, got a new haircut, and started the journey of selfie.


    At first glance, he is a person who never takes pictures of himself. He can''t find a good angle. He is very handsome. He often takes pictures like a fool. However, the later the photo is taken, the more skillful he is.


    At first, the background of the photos were all taken at home or by the river side of Shudong. Slowly, some of them were taken on the street. However, the style that he had to run against the wall was still continued. One by one, he was like a thief. Many of them even took photos without finishing their expressions, and they were pasted into a gust of wind.


    "It''s so pasted that it hasn''t been deleted?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s me, too." The first day of junior high school.


    "So it is." Yan hang smiles and glances at him. He can see that the corners of his eyes are still wet, but he is not crying at all. It is estimated that his eyes are red, and he is embarrassed to leave his shoulder now.


    Looking at the photos all the way, Yan hang had a wonderful feeling.


    He didn''t see junior one for a year. Junior one suddenly became a handsome young man from a short bag. He couldn''t recover.


    Until now, seeing photos, day by day, month by month, half a year, seems to be filling the growth in the middle.


    In this way, he saw in the picture that junior one had changed from a little handsome but timid child to this Beautiful boy.


    "Is this after boxing?" Yan hang shook his cell phone.


    In the photo, the first day of junior high school has sweat on his face and water drops on his hair. He looks handsome with a little cool.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school leaned over his shoulder, "washed his face and felt that he was handsome. When he died, he took a picture."


    "It''s very handsome." Yan hang said with a smile.


    Yan hang looked at the photos in this album for a long time. After reading them again, he withdrew to look at other albums. The small stones in grade one, the familiar and strange scenery, still contain many of the buildings he lived in with his father before. There are many messy photos, probably used as Notepad. There are also school materials and tickets to buy clothes in them


    After reading these, he went back to the beautiful youth and grew up again with the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one didn''t know when he fell asleep on his shoulder. He held his head in his hand and wanted to find another place for him to lean on. But there was only a bed beside him. Junior one couldn''t reach it, so he had to put his head back on his shoulder.


    People live this year and year, thinking that they are familiar with everything, but they will still carve a memory without paying attention.


    Yan hang leaned back and closed his eyes.


    In the morning, the mobile phone alarm clock rings, and Yan hang opens his eyes.


    Want to habitually stretch when I feel the whole body ache, waist twist strength, head also with want to break like acid and numb.


    He stared at the wood grain on his head, and it took him almost ten seconds to react.


    I was lying on the ground.


    He moved and found that he was not only lying on the ground, but also wringing. He should have slipped down after he was sleeping on the bed.


    I don''t know how long I''ve been sleeping.


    He bared his teeth and sat up. He saw the first day of junior high school lying on his lap. He was also very sleepy, as if he had been beaten.


    "The first day of junior high school," he knocked on his back with his knee, "get up."


    The first day of junior high school seems to have been turned on, rubbed and bounced, and sat on the ground with a confused face.


    After seeing him, Chuyi began to laugh, with a red mark pressed out of the floor on his face.


    "What are you laughing at?" Yan hang stood up and moved his arms and legs. "I have to go to work. I have a morning meeting today. I can''t be late."


    "Well," Chuichi chuckled and got up for a little activity, "I''ll go back to school. Today, there are still people who want to stay in my dorm. I''ll be there."


    "To meet?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, just look, look." Junior one said.


    "How are your classmates?" Yan hang yawned and stretched out his hand to pull the vertical hair on Chu Yi''s head down. Even now he had to raise his arm to pull Chu''s hair, he still couldn''t help it. It was probably obsessive-compulsive disorder."It''s hard to say," Chuyi frowned, "five, people, two, society, elder brother."


    "Including you?" Yan hang smiles.


    "How can, can," the first day of junior high school rubbed his eyes, "when he was excited, he would cry. Ten pieces of gold, chains, and society could not."


    "How about noodles early?" Yan hang went to the living room, "crying."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said, "Uncle Cui, no, I''m going to invite you, guest?"


    "Usually, I can. I forgot to tell him that I''m leaving early today. He gets up too late. I''ll tell him later," said Yan hang. "I''ll let him have a big dinner another day."


    "I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    "It''s OK for your dream to come true later," Yan said. "You''re still young and beautiful."


    Yan hang cooks spaghetti. At the beginning of his life, he found that Yan Hang''s craftsmanship is much better than that of a year ago.


    "Better than before, eat!" He gave a thumbs up, "you''re still straight, sowing and cooking, aren''t you?"


    "No, it''s never been live again." Yan hang said.


    "For what?" The first day of junior high school asked, "you''ve passed, passed?"


    "Go away." Yan hang laughed.


    "Not before, not before." Junior one sighs.


    "Well." Yan hang twisted the bottle and sprinkled pepper on his plate.


    "Why? It''s not straight. Is it on Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. After a while, he put down the bottle and took a bite of noodles. Then he said, "I''m afraid my little sister asked me where the handsome guy is."


    Junior one''s hand gently shakes for a while, lowers the head to eat two big mouthfuls.


    "Slow down," said Yan hang. "You''re afraid I''ll rob you."


    "Now can, can straight, broadcast," the first some embarrassed, but still put it out, also don''t know why his face is so big, "little handsome boy in, in it."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After a while, he began to laugh, and he was always happy with the TV.


    "Don''t laugh," I was even more embarrassed at the beginning, "I want to help you find a chance."


    Yan hang laughed even more.


    "Ah," Chuyi sighed. After waiting for a long time, Yan hang didn''t stop. He had to put down his chopsticks and look at Yan hang, "smile, you''re welcome. Smile, smile."


    Yan hang turns his head and smiles at him again, then suddenly picks up his mobile phone and takes a picture of him.


    "Shoot," Chu nodded, "no charge, fee."


    Yan hang looked down at his mobile phone. After a while, he finally stopped laughing, poked it on the screen, and then turned to him.


    The first day of junior high school, I went to have a look.


    Yan hang posted his photo on Weibo, but he put a code on his eyes. The pattern should be carefully selected - "super rich".


    "Why, code?" First day of junior high school.


    "Keep a sense of mystery and see if the ladies can recognize you." Yan hang said.


    "I see, I see reviews." I want to go to the screen.


    Yan hang took back his mobile phone and looked at him with a smile: "take your own mobile phone, don''t you pay attention to me?"


    "I..." First day, I rubbed my nose and laughed.


    "What''s your nickname?" Yan hang asked.


    "Keep the mystery." The first day of junior high school, he bowed his head and continued to eat noodles.


    Yan hang had to go to work. Although he was very reluctant, he went out with him.


    When passing by the flower garden, Yan hang pulled him over. He finally saw that the hedgehog was shrinking in the grass last night, and there was a small pile of diced apples in front of him.


    "Who did you feed?" Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "Security guard," Yan hang said, "Uncle Cui, the security guard in front of their floor, is very loving and has a chat with him."


    "Ah?" Chuichi laughs, "can you chat, chat clearly, white?"


    "Yes," Yan hang looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. "A little stutterer can talk clearly, but it doesn''t stutter. It certainly can."


    "You No To Cheat, cheat Negative People... " The first day of junior high school lengthens the voice.


    "Go," Yan hang said with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, "I can take a bus with you. You get off and change. I''ll continue to get there two more stops."


    "Well." Chuyi nodded, the news made him very happy, but he immediately grabbed Yan Hang''s arm, "electricity! Telephone! It''s yours


    "Well?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "New number!" Junior one said, "I almost forgot! It''s too late


    "I''ll call you," Yan hang said with a smile. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the first day of junior high school. "If you don''t tell me, I forget. I always think you''re here, so I don''t think about the phone."


    Yan hang had a bus card and took him to the bus.


    "You don''t want to take a taxi?" Standing side by side with him on the first day of junior high school, looking at the street outside the window, I had a wonderful and happy feeling."It''s better not to take a taxi Ordinary life, "Yan hang said in a low voice," I''ll walk over when there''s no morning meeting. "


    Chuyi smiles and looks at his side face.


    Yan hang has changed in some places. Although it is not obvious, he can still feel it.


    "Tomorrow''s military training?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well, today''s collar and clothes," the first day of junior high school said, "I''ll take a picture of you, beautiful boy."


    "Where''s the face?" Yan hang took a look at him.


    "Here." Junior one pointed to his face.


    "Handsome." Yan hang nodded.


    The first day of junior high school has been laughing for a long time.


    It seems that I haven''t laughed like this for a long time.


    When he got off the bus, he stood at the station and looked at the car all the time.


    The bus to school came and he got on the bus with the people around him. The bus had a long route and a little more people, but the feeling of being close to others didn''t affect the mood of grade one.


    I just feel that this strange city and the strangers around me have become cordial.


    Back at school, there are still freshmen coming in succession on campus, as well as senior students who have started classes. There will still be some tension and maladjustment when the first day of junior high school is caught in the middle, but the pace is still light.


    But when I went upstairs to my dormitory, the atmosphere changed. There were many people standing in the corridor, many of them bare arms, and some of them were carrying chairs in the dormitory.


    The first day of junior high school stopped. I don''t know what it is.


    "403, I can''t get out," someone over there banged a chair on the dormitory door. "Fuck, your mother can''t get out and smash the door!"


    At first I was stunned.


    His dormitory number is 403.


    "You can make trouble! Can''t carry it! " There was another cry.


    The first day of junior high school looked carefully, except for the three people holding chairs near the door of their dormitory, the others should come out from the dormitory to watch the excitement.


    Who caused trouble in their dormitory?


    Li Ziqiang?


    Zhang Qiang?


    In addition to these two, Hu Biao and Su bin are not like troublemakers, or the new three?


    Now this situation, junior one do not know the past or the escape.


    His former school, although some people will bully him, but the school itself management is very strict, so openly in the dormitory to fight will not appear.


    He never thought that such a thing could happen before he even started military training.


    Is hesitating, there is a movement, dormitory door seems to open, seems to be closed, it should be someone inside to open, and someone in the block.


    "Damn it The people outside took advantage of the chance that the door opened a crack, bumped into it, followed by a few people into the dormitory.


    The people in the corridor immediately rushed in to watch.


    "It''s none of my business!" Someone called, "I opened the door! Let me out


    The first day of junior high school recognized that it was su Bin''s voice.


    Then Li Ziqiang''s voice roared: "get the hell out of your mother!"


    If you go down, you''ll hear a clang, which seems to be a fight.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for about a second and rushed to the dormitory.


    Rush to the door, just see Su bin a face impatiently squeeze out from the crowd.


    "Hold it for me." Junior one took out the mobile phone in his pocket and handed it to Su bin.


    Su Bin took the mobile phone, looked at him, opened his mouth, probably want to talk, junior one ignored him, pushed people into the dormitory.


    Dormitory three on three are playing into a ball, I do not know if it is for the sake of fairness, carried into the chairs are thrown on the ground, did not use.


    Several people are fighting hand to hand with fists.


    Next to him on the ground is Hu Biao holding his head.


    Hu Biao didn''t go to the hand to hand combat. Who is the other one?


    Seeing the first day of junior high school coming in, Hu Biao yelled in his voice: "how did you come in and go out?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t care about him, so he jumped on him.


    He is afraid of fighting. Although he has fought Liang Bing twice, he has practiced boxing for a year. Coach he has fooled him into coming on stage and fighting with people countless times. But he will be afraid to see such a scene.


    Maybe it was the shadow of being surrounded by people from childhood. He was especially afraid.


    So he jumped on it.


    Li Ziqiang''s fighting power is OK. He can carry it with others. Zhang Qiang has obviously fallen behind and is pressed to the ground with his knees.


    The first day of junior high school in the past, he grabbed Zhang Qiang''s arm and swung it fiercely. The man was thrown to the ground by him.


    As soon as the man remembered, the first day of junior high school immediately bent his head to his knee and hooked his foot. The man was immediately thrown to the ground again. When he remembered again, the first day of junior high school was followed by another foot.


    Three times in a row, he didn''t stand up.


    Zhang Qiang took the opportunity to get up from the ground to kick the man. As soon as Chu Yi pushed him to the chest.He wanted to shout twice to stop all these people, but he didn''t have the courage to say it in front of a group of people. It was also a nightmare in his memory.


    So he could only point to Zhang Qiang, pressing his voice and saying, "you stay!"


    The one who fell three times in a row still wanted to move. On the first day of junior high school, he pointed to him again. He didn''t know what else to say. He was afraid that the stammer would affect the effect, so he just pointed to him.


    Look, these two haven''t moved for the time being. On the first day of junior high school, they went to pull Li Ziqiang.


    That person should have been the leader just now. Now, he is swinging a fist at Li Ziqiang''s face. On the first day of junior high school, he hit him on the wrist at the same time. Then he closed his hand and banged his elbow on his chest.


    It''s good to be long!


    Or you can''t reach the chest with your elbow!


    This person is hit suddenly, Leng Leng immediately hit to the first day again a punch to come over.


    This kind of fist for junior one is like chaos, he dodged, and then wrote down the hook, not too hard, but hit the man on the chin or let his head back, two steps back.


    "Stand Chu Yi stares at him and pulls Li Ziqiang to the side. Li Ziqiang sits on the bed.


    It was very embarrassing.


    A group of gaping onlookers at the door, four people in the room stopped, all staring at him.


    He couldn''t say a word more. He just felt that his whole body was stiff and wanted to jump out of the window to escape.


    But the third person behind him didn''t want to give him this opportunity. He suddenly picked up a wooden strip that he didn''t know where to dismantle and was about to smash it at him.


    "Damn it Li Zi roared and jumped out of bed.


    The first day of junior high school was almost a conditioned reflex. He raised his hand to hold the arm that the man was swinging down. Then he stroked it and grasped his wrist.


    Then press and twist.


    Uncle Yan taught him, it is said that Yan hang has not been able to do it well.


    That''s what I did.


    He used all the moves for the first time.


    But.


    But he didn''t surprise everyone as much as he thought.


    He probably likes Yan hang too much and is infected.


    The wooden bar on this hand didn''t fall because it should be pinched. It didn''t even move.


    This is quite embarrassing, even more embarrassing than just now.


    They stare at each other as if waiting for the preview of the next episode.


    This person leng Leng after clenching his teeth, began to force down the arm.


    The first day of junior high school thought that he was probably stupid, so it was meaningless to press down.


    When he had enough strength, Chu Yi suddenly relaxed his strength and pressed down along with the inertia of his arm. Then he twisted his arm behind his back and lifted it up again.


    The man turned back 180 degrees and hit the table face down.


    Junior one pressed him and looked back at several people in the room.


    It''s time to say something.


    Hello students, my name is junior one, I hope you have something to say.


    It''s not appropriate for us to fight like this just after we met?


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    "Is it over?" He said.


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 Chapter 35

    Inside and outside the dormitory was quiet, even the one who was pressed on the table by the first day of junior high school didn''t care to make a sound. He was stunned with the participants and the audience.


    Everyone was silent.


    He was very surprised that his "finished" sentence would have such an effect.


    But the embarrassment has not been relieved, because he does not know whether he needs to speak the next sentence, and what to say.


    Freeze frame for ten seconds, someone in the audience whistled.


    The first day of junior high school took this opportunity to let go.


    A few people in the room had a movement. They got up and patted their pants.


    The other leader came to the first day of junior high school.


    This man is taller than junior one. According to the feeling of junior one, he is half a head higher than Yan hang. He should be able to stand side by side with Li Ziqiang and his younger brother Li Zihao.


    Ah.


    Think of Li Zihao, he suddenly some emotion, just a summer vacation, his classmates, seems to have been left in the distant memory.


    He has never had any friendship with any of his classmates. Once no one bullies him any more, he will lose the last bit of connection with all the classmates around him. His classmates no longer remember him, and he doesn''t know where they have gone, so what now


    The man standing in front of him cleared his throat.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly found that he was distracted. He quickly took back his thoughts and turned away.


    As he turned around, the man said, "you..."


    After the first day of junior high school''s wandering brain returned to its original position, it was controlled by his long-standing habits. With so many people, he didn''t want to stand in the middle of the crowd.


    So even if he heard this man''s voice, he suddenly thought that this man came to him to talk to him.


    Maybe it''s a provocation, maybe it''s a delay, or it''s a way to get revenge in the future


    But he didn''t stop because of his inertia. He walked to the window which is the farthest away from the crowd in the dormitory, and then looked back at the man.


    The man''s mouth was half open, and the expression on his face was unpredictable. After one or two eyes with junior one, he said again: "you loser, I remember."


    Several people pushed the crowd out.


    Junior one was relieved.


    In fact, according to his years of experience of being bullied, this kind of fight is not so easy to end.


    I guess it''s because I''m in the dormitory now, and I''m all freshmen. I''m afraid of recruiting people from the school


    "It''s all over, it''s all over," Hu biaochong said with a wave from the audience standing at the door, closing the dormitory door. "There''s no more to see."


    Just as the door was about to close, it was pushed open again, and Su bin squeezed in.


    "I''m fuckin ''waiting for you!" As soon as Li Ziqiang saw Su bin, he immediately passed by and grabbed Su Bin''s collar. "I''ve never seen such a person as you!"


    "What are you doing?" Su bin yelled, "how! I have nothing to do with it. Do I have to go up and get beaten? "


    "Forget it, brother Daqiang," Hu Biao went to pull Li Ziqiang, "calm down. I''ll go to get my clothes later."


    "What kind of clothes are you going to get?" Li Ziqiang glared at him, "do you have no clothes to wear? Go to get them!"


    "The clothes for military training," Hu Biao sighed, "just made a big noise. Don''t recruit the school leaders later..."


    "Forget it." Zhang Qiang glared at Su bin.


    Li Ziqiang released his hand and pointed to Su bin unhappily: "don''t make any excuses. It has nothing to do with me or Zhang Qiang. Have we run away? It has nothing to do with Hu Biao. Did he run away! If you dare not go up, you can squat there! It has nothing to do with the first day of junior high school. He didn''t come back all night! "


    "I''m sorry to everyone," someone nearby said, "this matter has something to do with me. You are all involved."


    "No, it''s a dormitory." Li Ziqiang waved his hand.


    At this time, he remembered that there was one more person in the dormitory. He took a look there.


    There was a boy standing near the utility rack by the door. He was cleaning his glasses now. He looked very quiet, but he was no better than big or small when he was fighting.


    "That flat mirror of yours is wiping farts back and forth." Zhang Qiang said.


    "You have to wipe any mirror," the man said with a smile. He put on his glasses and went to the first day of junior high school. He held out his hand. "My name is Zhou Chunyang. Thank you just now."


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment and reached out to shake with him.


    It felt as if he was shaking hands with someone for the first time. With such a grand ceremony, he almost extended his left hand.


    "Go and get the clothes?" Hu Biao never forgets the matter of getting clothes.


    "It''s OK for the sheriff to get it," Zhang Qiang said. "Who is our Sheriff?"


    You look at me, I look at you to see a circle, and finally turned to look at the first day.


    "No The first day of junior high school quickly refused. He had never been the head of a four member group in a primary school, let alone the group leader. Even if there were only two people, it would not be him to choose one to do something. Although the head of the house was not a great official, he had to do something. He was afraid that he could not understand.However, this simple "no" made several people dumbfounded.


    I wanted to add something to make my tone more relaxed, but I couldn''t find it.


    "Then I''ll get it," Zhou Chunyang said. "It''s OK after I get the clothes. Let''s go out for lunch. It''s my treat."


    "I''ll go with you," Zhang Qiang said. "You''d better not be alone."


    After they went out, Li Ziqiang went to the first day of junior high school and handed him a cigarette: "you are such a cow."


    "No, I can''t smoke." Junior one said.


    "Can''t you?" Li Ziqiang looked him up and down for a while, handed the cigarette back to Hu Biao, "don''t pretend to me."


    "Not really." Junior one said.


    "Where did you go last night?" Hu Biao asked him with a cigarette in his mouth, "isn''t your home eighteen thousand miles away?"


    "Friends home." When the first day of junior high school answers, I suddenly feel some inexplicable pride and satisfaction.


    Friends.


    Not only do I have friends, but I can spend the night at my friend''s house!


    "You know people here?" Hu Biao said.


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    "That''s not bad," Hu Biao said. "Just those are local, and they are crazy."


    "What''s the matter?" The first day of junior high school, he asked, once he went back to school, he tossed about like this, until now, he didn''t understand what just happened.


    "The leader, who knew Zhou Chunyang, had a grudge before," Hu Biao said. "Last night, he almost had a fight. When she came, she Guan didn''t succeed. As a result, after a night''s sleep, she didn''t pass and came again early in the morning."


    "Come and fight when you come back," Li Ziqiang said. "I''ll tell you, I used to live in school, and a dormitory is a group. If we don''t screw together, we will all suffer losses in the future."


    Then he took another look at Su bin.


    Su bin has not spoken, lying in bed playing with a mobile phone.


    The first time I saw him playing with his mobile phone, I remembered that his mobile phone was still there, so I went over: "my hand, mobile phone."


    Su bin glanced at him and took out his mobile phone. When junior one was about to reach for it, he bypassed junior one''s hand and put it on the table.


    "Thank you." Junior one doesn''t care much about his action. He has been used to this kind of treatment for a long time. Besides, Su bin helps him keep his mobile phone.


    Hu Biao, who was next to him, was a little upset: "I didn''t say that Su bin, who lived in a dormitory, would stay together for so long in the future. How can we get along with you like this?"


    "The dormitory is the place to sleep," Su Bin said, "what kind of small groups."


    "Screw you," Hu Biao said, "go, stand outside for a while."


    Three people stood in the corridor, holding the railing, chatting and looking at the people coming and going below.


    Junior one with a mobile phone, sent a message to Yan hang.


    -The people in our school were so fierce that they got into a fight as soon as they got there.


    Yan hang was probably busy, and it took a while to get back to him.


    -Don''t be afraid, you can play two or three now


    - well


    on the first day of junior high school, looking at several chat records separated by a year, I feel a kind of steady warmth, just like lying on the sun covered cotton.


    Next to Hu Biao and Li Ziqiang have been chatting, the first day of junior high school did not interrupt, listening to their chat.


    This is the first time that he has been standing side by side in the corridor chatting with his classmates.


    He finally knows why many people are willing to stand like this after class. This kind of pleasant and relaxed feeling makes people feel comfortable.


    Listening to their chat, junior one has a general impression of several people in the dormitory.


    Hu Biao and he, who are both strong and weak, can''t get into the general high school. Su bin is said to have a good result, but his family is in trouble. So he came here. I think he is not in the same class with them. Zhou Chunyang is a local, and his family is very rich, so he just comes to muddle along.


    Zhou Chunyang brought back his military training uniform, and then several people went to dinner together. Naturally, Su bin didn''t go with their "small group".


    When going downstairs, Li Ziqiang expressed strong dissatisfaction with Zhou Chunyang''s taking Su Bin''s suit back.


    "They''re all tied up, and those who didn''t come back together," Zhou Chunyang said. "Did I dismantle his suit on the spot and throw it away Think about what to eat. "


    "You''re local, and you ask us?" Hu Biao said, "you lead the way, we just eat."


    "Let''s take a taxi," Zhou Chunyang said, "to eat Western food."


    "Western food?" Li Ziqiang looked at him and said, "why don''t you eat seafood?"


    "What''s the hurry? I''m afraid there''s no seafood here," Zhou Chunyang said. "I want to eat Western food today. I took my dad''s card. It''s a little expensive if I don''t brush it."


    "Western food," Hu Biao said, "expensive," immediately clapped his hands, "Western food."


    Standing in Chen Jinling''s office, Yan hang was a little worried: "sister Chen, I really haven''t written a summary, let alone a summary in English.""Just this summary," Chen Jinling opened the drawer, took a summary and handed it to him. "I''ll show you what I wrote before. It''s about this. You can write it without worry. I''ll help you correct any mistakes."


    Yan hang took the summary and looked at it.


    "I know you don''t want to be a foreman," Chen Jinling said. "Now it''s just for you to act as an agent for a period of time. Whether you want to go to the kitchen or do something else, it''s helpful for you to understand all the positions in the restaurant, right?"


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I''ll try."


    He didn''t tell Chen Jinling that he didn''t want to be a foreman, or that he wanted to go to the kitchen. He could only say that Chen Jinling was not a foreman for nothing, and he observed her people very carefully.


    "Just write it and send it to my mailbox directly," Chen Jinling said. "After a while, you watch more. I asked for leave in the afternoon. I have to go to the hospital in two days. I have to go back and clean it up."


    "OK," Yan hang nodded, "if you have anything to help, please tell us."


    "I won''t be polite to you. If you have anything I can do for you, you have to say," Chen Jinling said with a smile. "I''m afraid I won''t get used to it if you haven''t been so fierce for so long."


    When Yan hang came back to the front hall, he felt a bit of pressure.


    In fact, Chen Jinling has been taking him all this time and will tell him all kinds of work processes. But for Yan hang, the pressure is not only from the position of foreman.


    He has been working in the restaurant for nearly a year and has never made any mistakes. He has also been named and praised by the supervisor several times. However, even if he is only an acting foreman now, he still has several years to work and is an old employee of the waiter.


    He has been hanging around with his father since he was so old. Even if he wants to go to the kitchen, he has never made any serious plans. It''s really a bit impractical to throw such a job to him.


    As soon as he got back to the bar, Zhang Chen came over and whispered to him, "what''s the matter? Has it been handed over? "


    "No," said Yan hang, "in a few days, maybe."


    "Don''t have pressure," Zhang Chen said. "You have the ability and popularity. No problem. I''ll help you too. I''m older than you."


    Yan hang took a look at Zhang Chen and said with a smile, "thank you."


    "You''re welcome," Zhang Chen said. "Just teach me how to cook two dishes next time."


    At noon, the number of customers gradually increased. Yan hang stood at the bar and watched. In the past two days, the ordering system has been changed. Some of the waiters are still not familiar with it. He has to pay attention at any time. If there is a problem, he has to go to help immediately.


    He is very familiar with the work of the waiter, but from this point of view, he will find that there are many things he doesn''t pay attention to at ordinary times, such as whose dress is wrong, where the hygiene is not handled in time, where the guests are not dissatisfied, and where the table is not set up properly


    This kind of tension and pressure, he has no place to get rid of, at this time, he will miss Dad.


    Cui Yi is very kind to him, but after all, he is only a friend of his father. He can''t say whatever he wants to say to his father, and Cui Yi''s work is as busy as a dog every day.


    Several guests came in at the door. Zhang Chen went to greet them immediately.


    Among the waiters, this little girl is the one who reacts most quickly, but she is a little careless and makes mistakes from time to time.


    After Zhang Chen took a few guests to sit down, Yan hang noticed that they were students.


    Their restaurant consumption is very high, generally no students come to dinner.


    He took another look and was stunned.


    A face to this side of the students raised his head, to his side after a look with him at the same time stunned.


    On the first day of junior high school, when he got up and went to the bar, several people were ordering. Zhou Chunyang chased him and said, "Hey, why are you going? Order something first."


    "Just like you." Chu Yi looked at the bar and said.


    "All right." Zhou Chunyang said.


    In fact, when he took a taxi, he always paid attention to the route. In the morning, Yan hang told him the location of the hotel. When he saw that the routes overlapped, he was already excited.


    When he entered the restaurant, his first glance was to sweep the waiters'' faces around him.


    After sweeping around, I didn''t see Yan hang. I thought it was not the same place. When I was disappointed, I suddenly saw Yan hang standing behind the bar.


    He was supposed to stand up and rush to the table for the first time, but he was still at the table for several seconds.


    It''s so cool.


    All his memories about Yan hang are casual, casual clothes, sportswear and running shoes.


    At most, I have seen Yan hang in his ugly work clothes in the coffee shop.


    Now Leng Buding can''t recognize Yan hang in his black uniform.


    He never imagined that Yan hang had such a side.


    When I went to the bar, I felt a little excited and wanted to turn.


    "What can I do for you, sir?" With a smile, Yan hang asked when he came to the bar."I want to take a picture of you." Junior one stares at him.


    "Sorry," Yan hang said with a more obvious smile, "we are not allowed to take photos during working hours."


    "Ah." Junior one still looks at him.


    "If you want to take a picture of the waiter or the foreman," Yan said, "you have to take a picture secretly."


    "Ah," Chuyi chuckled, "the time I stole and photographed, I photographed a pot and covered it."


    "I''ll serve you later," Yan said with a smile. "You can take it slowly."


    "Why are you different from other people''s clothes?" Junior one stares at him up and down.


    "The leader''s clothes," said Yan hang, "were changed only in these two days."


    "Handsome." Junior one said.


    "Always handsome," Yan hang looked at their table, "your classmate?"


    "Well," the first day of junior high school also looked back and saw that Zhou Chunyang was looking at them, nodding and smiling at them, "we stayed and gave up."


    "What''s the fight about today?" Yan hang asked again.


    "It''s too much..." Before the first day of junior high school, a little girl came by.


    "Hangge, I''m sorry," said the little girl, "the guests over there have questions about the dishes."


    "I''ll be right there," Yan hang looked over there, came out from behind the bar and said in a low voice to junior one, "I''ll treat you to dinner in the evening, and you can speak slowly."


    Chuyi nodded and walked back, looking at Yan Hang''s back.


    Yan Hang''s uniform fits very well, and his uniform pants are longer than Yan Hang''s sports pants. Now he feels that Yan Hang''s legs are 1.8 meters.


    "Your friend?" Hu Biao looks at him.


    "Well." I nodded a little and sat back in my seat with my eyes still looking over there.


    At that table sat a couple of foreigners. After Yan hang passed by, they began to talk.


    The voice is very low. It''s impossible to hear what they are saying from the first day of junior high school, but it''s definitely not Chinese, and it seems to speak very fast.


    The speed of speech is very sensitive in junior one because it is very slow.


    Yan hang always responded with a smile and relaxed appearance, which made him understand his English level for the first time outside Yan Hang''s magical circle of friends.


    "I ordered a COD for you," Zhou Chunyang said. "No problem?"


    "No problem," the first day of junior high school said, "I haven''t eaten any. I have."


    "Is your friend a foreman?" Li Ziqiang said, "why didn''t you say that when you first came here?"


    "I don''t know. He''s here." Junior one said.


    "What''s your friend''s name?" Zhou Chunyang asked in a low voice after drinking water.


    "Yan hang," Chuyi looked at him, "how?"


    "No," Zhou Chunyang looked over there again. "I haven''t seen him before when I came to eat with my father. The foreman here used to be a beautiful woman."


    "You can probably see beautiful women," Hu Biao said. "Men can''t see."


    "Not necessarily." Zhou Chunyang smiles.


    Yan hang walked away after he had finished talking with the guests at the table. He didn''t mean to stare at him all the time.


    But he was a little distracted all the time. Li Ziqiang didn''t pay attention to what they said until Yan hang came with a tray.


    "We are all students of grade one in junior high school, in a dormitory." Li Ziqiang said.


    "Just listen to him," Yan hang said with a smile, putting the dishes on the table, "you have the best relationship."


    "That''s right. We just had a fight with people in the morning," Li Ziqiang said. "Before the beginning of school, our auto repair became famous, and then our dormitory pointed to the first cover of junior high school."


    Yan hang took a look at the first day, and the first day suddenly felt embarrassed: "mistake, misunderstanding."


    "Can I have a business card?" Zhou Chunyang looked at Yan hang.


    "Yes." Yan hang took out the card holder from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Zhou Chunyang.


    The first day of junior high school is a little depressed.


    Yan hang had a business card, but he didn''t know it. He knew he should have had one yesterday.


    I don''t know why I need a business card.


    "Give me one, too." Hu Biao immediately joined in and said.


    "I''ll have one, too." Zhang Qiang followed.


    Yan hang smiles and gives them business cards. Then he looks at the first day of junior high school: "you don''t have to use it, do you?"


    In this sentence, the mood of junior one was suddenly pulled up.


    "Yes." He said with a smile.


    Yan hang then also handed him a piece: "you eat slowly, call me if you have anything."


    "Yan hang," Zhou Chunyang looked at his business card, then turned to look at Yan Hang''s back, "your friend doesn''t look very old. Have you become a foreman?"


    "He''s special. He''s awesome." Junior one said.


    "I see it." Zhou Chunyang smiles.


    It has to be visible. I''ve seen it for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school put Yan Hang''s business card into his pocket and stuck it with his leather clothes.Yan hang has been serving the dishes himself, as well as delivering desserts and drinks. There is an indescribable sense of happiness in junior high school.


    He didn''t even find a similar description when he felt this feeling for the first time.


    This meal cost Zhou Chunyang a lot of money. I didn''t see the menu on the first day of junior high school and didn''t know the price.


    When Zhou Chunyang goes to the bar to check out Yan hang, he hears that Zhang Qiang and Hu Biao are helping Zhou Chunyang to settle his account. Then he suddenly reacts that the western restaurant where Yan hang works is very senior.


    "If we don''t let the waiter come to check out, are we afraid that we will have a burden?" Hu Biao said. "That''s why he can afford it. We usually just roll a string."


    "If you are invited to eat, you can eat," Li Ziqiang said. "I''m sorry, but I didn''t ask you to reply."


    The first day of junior high school has been silent, holding his chin and looking at the bar.


    Zhou Chunyang didn''t know what to say, and Yan hang laughed.


    Tut. The first day of junior high school, I took a cup and poured two mouthfuls of water.


    I have to go to the bar to find the foreman to settle the bill. Today, what he said to Yan hang was not as much as what Zhou Chunyang said to him.


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 Chapter 36

    When they left after dinner, Yan hang took them to the elevator.


    The guests who didn''t know probably thought they were VIP guests. Even the waiters had two of them to follow, and Yan hang stopped them.


    "Brother hang, don''t send us," Hu Biao said. "We''re not big people."


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pressed the elevator button, "the students of grade one in junior high school are very big."


    "If you have time to go to our school," Zhou Chunyang said, "we have a very good barbecue over there. Then we''ll go and have a chat together."


    "Good." Yan hang smiles.


    Xiaoli barbecue is very good, in fact, do not need to run so far to the school to eat.


    Junior one looks at the floor display on the elevator.


    "I''ll call you after work." When the elevator arrived, Yan hang came up to him and whispered.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    After entering the elevator, he looked at Yan hang standing outside.


    He had never seen Yan hang wear black before. Most of Yan Hang''s clothes were light color. He didn''t expect that he would look so good in black.


    He envies Yan hang very much. He can make his clothes look like this. He can''t find a trace of the way he looks when he wears sportswear. His body and temperament are perfect.


    After the elevator door closed, he leaned against the car.


    I can''t remember which year it was. My aunt wanted to buy him a suit and took him to the store to have a try. After putting on the clothes, he was very excited and felt that he might be handsome all over the city in the next second.


    As a result, when he stood in front of the mirror, he turned and ran back to the dressing room, for fear that another person would see him as if he had stolen a suit.


    After that, he felt that he was more secure in school uniform. Everyone had school uniform. No matter how ugly he was, no one would look at you more.


    Safety.


    He sighed softly. When can he dress like Yan hang?


    "First day of junior high school?" He was called by someone nearby. As soon as he recovered, he found that he had followed several people to the door of the hotel and was waiting for a taxi.


    "Well?" He answered.


    "Add it." Hu Biao shook his cell phone.


    "Oh." He just noticed that several people were adding friends. He quickly took out his mobile phone and added them to each other.


    "Your friend said he didn''t have wechat," Zhou Chunyang said. "Is it true or not? Is there anyone who doesn''t have wechat these days? "


    "Who?" I feel my ears are standing up.


    When the taxi stopped in front of them, Zhou Chunyang opened the co driver''s door: "Yan hang."


    This time the hair seems to stand up, the first day of junior high school did not hold back, with his hands to his head two times: "he does not, do not use."


    "Oh." Zhou Chunyang said nothing more.


    After everyone got on the bus, the first day of junior high school looked out of the window and felt that they should reflect.


    For him, Yan Hang is very important, very important. His only friend, the only one who can easily chat with him, ask him to eat at home, make things for him, and do magic for him


    Maybe others will have a lot of such friends.


    But Yan hang was the only one.


    He thinks Yan Hang is very nice, handsome, smart and awesome


    He would be very nervous when he suddenly found that other people felt the same way and would take the initiative to approach Yan hang like him.


    There is a feeling that some treasure is going to be robbed.


    In fact, everyone has a lot of friends, some of them are especially good, some of them are generally good. He and Yan hang should be especially good. But I don''t know why, when Zhou Chunyang and Yan hang are not even friends, they just say a few words, he will be very nervous.


    ¡­¡­ He thinks he and Yan hang are very close. What about Yan hang?


    Along the way, several people were chatting. He was the only one who was silent. Usually he didn''t like to talk to people, and now he didn''t want to talk.


    It''s depressing.


    When they returned to the dormitory, Su bin was still playing with his mobile phone in bed. The only change was that there was a power bank on his mobile phone.


    Junior one very admire him, not to mention playing mobile phones, he can not even sleep for such a long time, from morning to night, from black to white.


    "Where are the two?" Zhang Qiang saw the last two empty beds with luggage, and turned to look at Su bin.


    "Well." Su bin answered.


    "Where are the people?" Zhang Qiang asked again.


    "I don''t know." Su Bin said.


    "I''ll take care of you sooner or later." Zhang Qiang said.


    Su bin did not make a sound, with his mobile phone continue to look at each other affectionately.


    In the afternoon, I have nothing to do. According to my plan, I want to continue to find a place to work. In fact, it''s good to send out leaflets. I have flexible time and I''m not tired. Before I find a place to work for a long time, I think it''s a good temporary part-time job.But the plan failed.


    He slept for a while, ready to go out, the last two students in the dormitory came back.


    After some exchanges, junior one learned that they are both local people like Zhou Chunyang, and they are also junior high school students. Gao Xiaoyang is tall, and short is short Wu Xu.


    The first day of junior high school thinks they are very good. They seem to be at least two normal students. They are neither social nor eccentric, and Wu Xu is shorter than him.


    There are eight people in the dormitory, only Wu Xu is shorter than him, which makes him very moved and almost taller than him.


    The plan to go out and look for a job failed because they came back. The three local people were very enthusiastic and would take them around immediately.


    In fact, there is nothing to transfer near the school. It has been transferred all over before the first day of junior high school, and there is no place to work.


    However, he still followed a group of people out of the door. After all, even the activities organized by the school, he was alone. This kind of spontaneous organization between classmates, even this kind of aimless stroll, he never experienced.


    -I just strolled around with my classmates, and just returned to my dormitory


    Yan hang looked down at the news from the first day of junior high school and laughed, and the local dog also began to play with his classmates.


    Although his concept of "classmate" stayed many years ago, and he didn''t leave any impression because he didn''t like to go to school, he could still feel his happiness from the sentence of grade one.


    Junior one students are OK, although in addition to that Zhou Chunyang, are silly boys, but it can be seen that they did not because of the stuttering of junior one on his exclusion.


    After all, no one here knows the past of junior one, no one has ever seen his family, and there is no such environment as habitual bullying others.


    But this is certainly not all, listen to junior one students mean, he must have done something to let everyone quickly accept him.


    Tut.


    The little local dog is really a cow now. It''s going to be a bull.


    "Hangge," a little girl came up to the waiter, "are you free


    "Why?" Yan hang looks at her. The old waiters call him by his name, and the new waiters call him brother.


    "I want to change classes with Xiao Peng tomorrow," the little girl was a little nervous. "He agreed, too. I want to ask if you can?"


    "The reason for the shift change?" Yan hang asked.


    "There''s something at home," said the little girl. "I have to do it tomorrow."


    Yan hang took a look at the schedule: "OK, you two can change it."


    "Thank you, hangge." The little girl ran away.


    Yan hang takes a look at the restaurant. There are no more guests. After cleaning, he can get off work.


    He sent a message to Chuyi.


    -I''ll come to see you in a moment, and I''ll walk for about half an hour.


    - don''t run here. It''s too far. I''ll meet you at Xiaoli barbecue.


    - are you hungry? Want to have a barbecue?


    -I can eat anything, I''m out now


    - OK


    I don''t know why, looking at the first day of junior high school so anxious, he was a little worried for no reason, so he took the rag directly and began to help clean up together.


    Thanks to the fact that he is only the acting foreman now, many jobs have not been handed over. Although there was a night shift manager before, Chen Jinling still leaves work at 9:00 to 10:00 every day.


    After the sanitation was done, he went to the dressing room to change his clothes. As soon as he came out, he saw Zhang Chen running over.


    Don''t worry, don''t worry


    Yan hang looked at her, and his heart was silent all the time.


    "I thought you were gone," Zhang Chen handed over some printed lists. "You have to translate the new menu just brought by the manager?"


    "Can I do it?" Yan hang asked, he has never translated the menu.


    "It used to be Chen Jiefan." Zhang Chen said.


    "Well," Yan hang took a look, the content is not much, but a lot of words make him a little confused, "I''ll give it to him tomorrow."


    "Are you out again?" Hu Biao sat on the table to make a phone call. Seeing the first day of junior high school walking out with a mobile phone, he was surprised and asked, "you are really energetic."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    I''m very energetic. I''m going to find Yan hang and let him run now. He has no problem.


    "Hey, wait a minute," Hu Biao called him again when he was going out, then covered the microphone and asked in a low voice, "junior one, do you have any nickname?"


    "What?" At first I was stunned.


    "It''s a nickname, what kind of name?" Hu Biao still kept his voice down.


    The first day of junior high school looked at him, very confused.


    Nickname?


    His nickname is probably stuttering?


    What''s your name?


    What''s the name?


    "Ah?" Hu Biao is very persistent and eager to look at him, "such as my nickname is big tiger!"Ah!


    Junior one feel a little understand, and so on his nickname should be freshman.


    ¡­¡­ It sounds very strange. It''s not as good as animals.


    Ah!


    He suddenly very understand, looked at Hu Biao: "local dog."


    "What "What is it?" Hu Biao was stunned.


    "Dog," said junior one, "local dog."


    He liked the name very much. Every time Yan hang called him that, he felt very kind.


    Hu Biao glared at him for a long time, finally released his hand covering the microphone and said to his mobile phone: "local dog."


    Junior one doesn''t know what Hu Biao is doing. He has no time to ask. He is anxious to wait for Yan hang at Xiao Li''s barbecue, so he turns around and goes out of the dormitory.


    The local dog is out!


    He trotted downstairs.


    Yan hang thought he had to go to Xiao Li''s barbecue first, but as soon as he came in, uncle pointed to the table by the window: "that table."


    Chuichi waved to him happily.


    "How fast are you?" Yan hang walked over and sat down, looking at the first day of junior high school, "bus?"


    "Take a taxi." First day, I rubbed my nose.


    "Rich man, did you take a taxi?" Yan hang smiles.


    "There are too many people on the bus," sighed the first day of junior high school. "All the students in our school are here. When they come out, I can''t get on."


    "Isn''t it expensive to take a taxi?" Yan hang said.


    "No, take a minibus first," said junior one, "and then take a taxi."


    Yan hang smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "What is this, what?" Junior one pointed to the menu he put on the table.


    "I brought our new menu back for translation," said Yan hang. "Do you want to see it?"


    "Look." Chuichi took the menu curiously and opened it.


    Just one look, he was stunned.


    "I thought it was Chinese, Chinese." He looked at the full English.


    "In English translation." Yan hang said.


    "Dish name, why is it so long?" Some do not understand, pointing to the first line, "what is this?"


    "Strawberry Parfait," Yan looked at, "strawberry Parfait."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school I feel that I am really a local dog. Even if I can''t understand English, I can only understand half of Chinese.


    But this was the first time he heard Yan hang speak English, which was totally different from his usual feeling.


    The first day of junior high school looked at him for a long time, then lowered his head and pointed to another string of English: "what about this?"


    "Black forest gateway." Yan hang smiles.


    "Cake is not k, K "Is that a k?" First day of junior high school.


    "Gateau should be a more standard term," Yan hang said. "I don''t know, I guess."


    "Then..." In fact, he was not interested in these things. He just wanted to listen to Yan hang.


    It''s very nice, and it''s very cool.


    "Terrine of foie gras, filler of sea bass," Yan hang read down, following his fingers, "French foie gras and boneless bass, these are very simple, we waiters work for a long time to know."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school holding his chin, in fact, he felt that Yan hang was saying something he didn''t hear clearly, so he thought it was nice.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s very nice of you to speak English."


    "Really," Yan hang also laughed, "I hear you stammer also feel very good."


    "Don''t Deceive Negative People... " Junior one said.


    "I didn''t bully you," said Yan hang. "Now you''re such a bull, who dares to bully you? Tell me, did you do something in the school, and all the people in the dormitory are covered by you?"


    "No," the first time I was a little embarrassed, "I pulled, pulled a fight."


    "Pull up?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "On the other dormitory, come to hit people," the first day of junior high school said, "I give pull, opened."


    "How many people?" Yan hang asked.


    "Six." Junior one said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ You can do that? " Yan hang looked at him and said, "fighting group fights, you are one V six?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. He always felt that it was a bit ostentatious to talk about these things in front of Yan hang. He had seen how easy it was for Yan hang to fight. He just raised his arms.


    "Let''s have a fight," Yan said with a smile. "Let''s have a try when we have time."


    "Try what?" At first I was stunned.


    "Fight." Yan hang said.


    "No The first day of junior high school was startled. He knew that he had no problem fighting several people now, but he didn''t even think about fighting with Yan hang. Yan Hang''s fighting was not only fierce, but also very beautiful. When he started practicing boxing, Yan hang could drop him to the ground by lifting his legs. When he fell to the ground, he only had three words in his head, so natural and unrestrained.Oh, four words.


    "Why?" Yan hang asked.


    "For fear of beating you, I cried." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said with a smile, "beat me up and cry. I haven''t cried for years."


    "When I have time, I''ll be free." Just a little bit.


    "Why are you so shameless?" Yan hang gave him a bunch of mutton with a smile.


    "What face do you want here?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang suddenly lost his voice.


    Chuichi bit a bit of mutton and felt that something was wrong. When he looked up, he found that Yan hang was looking at him, his eyes floating.


    "What''s the matter?" At the beginning of the day, I felt nervous for fear of saying something wrong.


    "No," Yan hang took a sip of beer. After a while, he said softly, "I suddenly think of my father."


    Junior one didn''t know what would make Yan hang suddenly think of Uncle Yan, but now Yan Hang''s words really made his heart tremble.


    Not only think of Uncle Yan, think of dad, think of the dead old Ding, think of the thing he has begun to slowly can no longer think about.


    He also remembered that this was a knife that had been hanging between him and Yan hang for a year, and he didn''t know when it would fall.


    "Tomorrow''s military training?" Yan hang quickly changed the topic.


    "Well," the junior nodded, "collar, OK."


    "I haven''t taken a picture yet." Yan hang said.


    "Tomorrow," Chu Yi thought about it, suddenly straightened up and took out his mobile phone to Yan hang, "I almost forgot, I forgot."


    "Do you want to laugh?" Yan hang looks at the camera.


    "Both." Junior one said.


    Yan hang smiles. He presses the shutter. It looks good.


    Yan hang bit a fish, he pressed the shutter, good-looking!


    Yan hang took a sip of beer, he pressed the shutter, super good-looking!


    "It''s not over?" Yan hang said.


    "One more, one more." Junior one said.


    Yan hang smiles and squints his left eye at him.


    My hands shake when I press the shutter.


    It''s OK. It''s not burnt.


    Looking down at the photo, Yan hang took out his mobile phone, gave him two clicks, and then looked at the mobile phone: "our local dog''s eyelashes are really long."


    "We" these two words let the beginning suddenly some trance.


    Until he finished the barbecue, he didn''t slow down. When he followed Yan hang down the road to the bus stop, he was a little confused.


    "The people who brought them to your dormitory," Yan hang handed him a bag in his hand, "or you can take a taxi. It''s cold and it''s not delicious."


    "Oh." Junior one took the bag, he did not notice when Yan hang also packed a pile of barbecue.


    Yan hang mentioned the people in the dormitory, which made him suddenly think of Zhou Chunyang.


    He frowned and looked at Yan Hang''s side face. After holding it for a minute, he still didn''t hold it: "did he ask you for micro signal?"


    "Who?" Yan hang turned his head.


    "Zhou Chunyang." Junior one said.


    "That handsome little guy?" Yan hang said with a smile, "yes, but I told him that I don''t need wechat. You are the only friend on wechat, and I don''t want to add anyone else."


    Hearing Yan Hang''s answer, junior one was a little excited.


    Just you! Don''t want to add others!


    But before he finished his excitement, he suddenly responded: "handsome, brother?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looked at him, "who?"


    "Zhou Chunyang little, handsome boy?" Junior one stares at him.


    "Ah," Yan hang pauses and leans on the billboard of the station. He smiles and taps him on the face. "No, you''re the most handsome. You''re the handsome guy."


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    I''m a little embarrassed. I feel that I can''t slow down after seeing Yan hang. I don''t know what happened.


    "There is an empty car," Yan Hangyang raised his arm, and a taxi pulled over. He pulled the first one in junior high school. "Let''s go, handsome boy, beautiful boy, handsome local dog. I''ll have a rest early in the evening, and I''ll change my military training uniform tomorrow. Remember to let me have a look."


    "Good night." The first day of junior high school wanted to say something more, but he thought it was appropriate for him to shut up, so he didn''t say anything else and got on the bus directly.


    "Good night." Yan hang picked up the window and said.


    Barbecue has the same charm no matter when you eat or not.


    A bag of barbecue was taken back to the dormitory and divided up in five minutes.


    "Good friends," Li Ziqiang said, "I haven''t forgotten my dorm brothers when I go out."


    "Let''s go out tomorrow," Zhang said, "and see a lot of barbecue shops today."


    "OK," Gao Xiaoyang nodded immediately, "it''s too hard to stay in the dormitory all night."


    "Playing cards." Hu Biao slapped the table.


    The crowd nodded."I won''t," junior one said, "I sleep."


    "Is there anyone on earth who can''t play cards?" Wu Xu was a little surprised.


    "I just got to the earth yesterday," said junior one as he climbed up the bunk. "I''m not fit yet. I should."


    "That''s OK," Wu Xu said. "You see, it''s very easy for us to fight. We''ve adapted a few times."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school was lying on the bed and nodded with a smile.


    He enjoyed the feeling of joking and talking easily among his classmates.


    Except when I saw Zhou Chunyang, I was a little upset.


    In fact, Zhou Chunyang people are very good, generous, not social.


    Junior one sighed.


    There are ten days of military training, which is much longer than junior high school.


    It''s a nightmare to get up at 6:30 in the morning for a lazy summer vacation.


    The only one in the dormitory got up on time. When he finished washing, Zhou Chunyang yawned and got out of bed.


    "You''re really good," he said, looking at junior one. "I thought I was the first."


    "Do you want to call them?" If you ask in the first day of junior high school, you''ll be late if you don''t get up.


    "Shout," Zhou Chunyang took a lunch box from the shelf, knocked it on the table, and yelled, "hit it


    The first day of junior high school was almost scared.


    "Damn it Li Ziqiang bounced out of bed and said, "fight who!"


    "Fight!" Zhang Qiang also played.


    "I''m going to be late," Zhou Chunyang said. "Hurry up. It''s too late for breakfast later."


    "Get up, gather!" The door of the dormitory was knocked by the teacher


    "Up!" Hu Biao called out.


    In the dormitory, after washing, dressing and laughing at each other, the first day of junior high school went out with everyone.


    It''s very fresh and exciting, and his whole new life has just begun.


    It''s kind of incredible to think about it.


    There were a lot of people in the canteen. They stood at the door for a while and then decided to give up. They went to the canteen and bought two loaves of bread.


    When we gathered, we learned that the school was really big and there were many new students.


    It''s been a long time.


    When gathering, he saw those who ran to fight in their dormitory yesterday and glared at him.


    The ranks are arranged in the order of height, with junior one standing in the first row.


    It''s a little uncomfortable. I feel like my eyes are all behind me.


    "Well, the first auto repair class, according to this order, we all remember," the head teacher said. "Last night, all the talents in our class arrived, and they didn''t introduce themselves. Now I''ll call a roll."


    The head teacher turned over his notebook and began to call the roll.


    The first day of junior high school was inexplicably nervous, and the palms began to sweat.


    "First day of junior high school." The head teacher called his name.


    "Here we are." He answered.


    "Local dog?" Someone in the team said very low.


    The first day of junior high school was a surprise.


    "Is it a local dog?"


    "Local dog."


    The first day of junior high school suddenly reacts and understands why Hu Biao asked him his nickname yesterday. He turns his head and stares at Hu Biao standing behind him.


    Hu Biao smiles at him and raises his eyebrows. He complacently presses his voice: "you are angry. Don''t thank me."


    Fire, you! Thank you!


    The one in the first auto repair class is called a local dog!


    Who used the nickname "local dog" when he became famous!


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 Chapter 37

    After the teacher''s roll call, the first day of junior high school still had no idea who they were in the first auto repair class. Except for the seven people in the dormitory, he didn''t notice any more.


    After all, he''s in the first row. Everyone dares to look around. He dares not.


    He has been in school for nine years, and has never had such experience. Most of the time, he always lowers his head. He is never interested in who is next to him, whose name is, and what he looks like.


    But.


    The whole class knows. The man in the first row.


    It''s the first day of the local dog.


    The first day of junior high school really wants to drag Hu Biao out to fight, so that he can understand what is called a local dog.


    But there was no chance.


    After the teacher''s roll call, the military training began.


    Their instructor, surnamed Chen, is tall, black and strong with a loud voice.


    "Students!" Instructor Chen stood in front of the first day of junior high school and roared, which made him feel confused. He couldn''t hear what he said.


    Then they were taken to the auto repair professional site. Next to them was a row of garages. They were all short and couldn''t keep out the sun. The girls who trained in the shadow of the teaching building were much more comfortable.


    At the beginning, the training content was similar to that of junior high school, such as line-up, front and back alignment, counting, front and back rotation.


    That''s it. Turn left and right.


    Let junior one feel that many things in the world are the same.


    No matter where you go, no matter what age, there will be people who can''t tell right from left.


    Every time I turn around, I can see people standing opposite and staring at each other, and they all hang on and don''t look to the side. They want to bet that they are right.


    The first day of junior high school is very nervous. Every time someone makes a mistake, he will be carried out by instructor Chen. He will stand in front of the team and turn ten times until he gets it right eight times.


    This kind of thing is something he must absolutely avoid. The spread of the title of local dog has put great pressure on him. If he makes a mistake and is carried out to redo it in front of so many people, he will not understand it even if he turns 80 times.


    However, the more nervous you are, the more mistakes you make. This is a very experienced experience.


    The first day of junior high school is not only a mistake, but also a mistake that many people make when they turn left and right.


    He took the right turn as he went on one two one.


    As soon as he was nervous, he turned around, and this happened to him at last.


    Moreover, because these students are a little lazy, the one hour training time has made instructor Chen very unhappy. For those who make mistakes, it is no longer necessary to punish them by doing them repeatedly.


    "Name it!" Instructor Chen stares at him.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school, because he was nervous, his voice could not come out.


    "Report again, I can''t hear you!" Chen said.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school reported again.


    He had tried to amplify his voice, but it didn''t sound very loud, and because he wanted to control himself, he didn''t have to say two words nervously, so he slightly lengthened his voice.


    "OK, it''s a loser," instructor Chen nodded, "out of line!"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know that he could have the ability to let the instructor also make such an evaluation on him. He was a little confused.


    "60 push ups!" Chen said.


    There was a little commotion in the line.


    At the beginning, he was stunned and felt that he was really unlucky. Instructor Chen had just said that he could have a rest for an hour. As a result, when he was about to have a rest, he could still be carried out and still had 60 push ups.


    The key is that at this moment there are two classes nearby that have already rested, and they are all girls from preschool education.


    "Come on! Don''t grin Chen said.


    "Come on, dog!" There was a cry in the line.


    Local dog, your grandfather!


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and hesitated for a moment. There was really no other way. He fell on the ground.


    "Standard posture!" Instructor Chen said, "come here and pull his hands on both sides with the tips of his feet." the shoulders should be flat! Don''t touch the ground! Every action should be done in place! You can''t count the movements


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. Yu Guangli had already seen people around him. He could see a lot of feet nearby.


    He controlled himself not to look around, which made him less nervous.


    He straightened up, raised his arms, pressed them down and up again.


    "One!" Instructor Chen counted for him.


    In fact, I''ve practiced push ups in the martial arts school, but I don''t have many times. I usually use instruments, and pull ups and sit ups are more.


    "Two! Three Instructor Chen continued to count for him, "that''s good, now the action is very standard!"


    After doing a few things, he relaxed a little. As long as he didn''t look around and didn''t listen to other voices, he could relax a little.


    "Twenty! Twenty one Instructor Chen''s voice was mixed with other voices. Someone began to count together, "twenty seven! Twenty eight


    I feel a little tired at the beginning of junior high school. I don''t know if I was too nervous or I didn''t sleep well yesterday.Fortunately, the instructor didn''t say a hundred words, so he had to work hard. Even if he couldn''t hold on, he didn''t dare to stop. He was afraid to make a fool of himself in public. If he didn''t hold up, he was afraid that he would hear laughter.


    "Thirty four! Thirty four Instructor Chen''s voice is very loud.


    The repeated figures showed that his movements were deformed, and the first day of junior high school had no choice but to straighten his body and continue to press down.


    At 50, he stopped for a second or two and adjusted his breathing.


    To tell you the truth, although he has been practicing boxing for a year and has strength training every day, he is still a little tired at the moment. The strength requirement of this thing is not too high. Endurance is the most important thing. Moreover, if his movements are a little bit nonstandard, instructor Chen will not count him. His arms must be straight and his waist, back and legs must have a line If we could make him faster and move a little bit, he would have finished.


    "Fifty one! Fifty two The voice of the people nearby was more than the voice of the instructor, "Fifty five, fifty six..."


    "Sixty!" Instructor Chen clapped his hands, "61!"


    The first time I was stunned, what is it?


    But he didn''t dare to get up and made another one.


    "Sixty two!" Instructor Chen continued to shout.


    Junior one is a little unhappy.


    When instructor Chen called out 63, he held up several times quickly. His movements were not very standard, but it was very labor-saving. After 70, he stood up.


    He bowed his head and clapped his hands and pants.


    "Yes, you can," said instructor Chen, "return to the team!"


    The first day of junior high school was relieved and quickly returned to his position.


    "Fuck," Hu Biao said behind him, "yes, on the first day of junior high school, I think thirty will be enough."


    "Don''t blow," I don''t know who laughed. "You''re so big that you can get up again when you go down."


    "What are you talking about! You want to chat Instructor Chen stares, "do you want to come here and do it while chatting according to the 70 ones just now?"


    There''s no sound.


    After a few words of admonition, instructor Chen called for the dissolution.


    We slowly spread out. On the first day of junior high school, we lowered our heads and stood in the shade of the trees. Now we are not familiar with each other. Even if we are in a class, we still gather in the dormitory.


    "You''re good? I can''t see, "Li Ziqiang said." I only have 30 at most. "


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    When he did it, he felt that it was OK. He just wanted to do it. He couldn''t make a fool of himself or be ridiculed by others. It was so easy for him to change a new environment. He never wanted to be excluded or ridiculed as before.


    Now he stopped, and he felt his arm was sore and swollen. He tried to carry a bag twice before he found the position of his pocket.


    "Tired?" Hu Biao asked.


    "The arm is going to break. It''s broken." Junior one said.


    "It''s worth it if it''s broken. Look over there," Hu Biao hit him with his shoulder and raised his chin forward. "The name of the local dog has started."


    The first time I heard these two words, I felt depressed. When Yan hang called him a local dog, he only felt very kind and he felt that he was really cute.


    When people outside Yan hang called him that, he just felt like a psycho.


    It''s not so hard to call a mad dog.


    It''s just that he''s a little weak now. He''s too lazy to argue with Hu Biao any more. He takes a look in the direction Hu Biao points to.


    A group of girls gathered together and were looking this way. When he looked up, the girls laughed and yelled.


    Junior one is very strange to this kind of reaction. He can''t even judge whether this kind of reaction is embarrassed, happy or laughing.


    I had to turn my head away again.


    "Yes, that''s cool," Hu Biao said, "very cool."


    "You," Chuichi sighed, "stop for a while."


    "Yes, brother dog." Hu Biao said.


    ¡­¡­ Go away.


    The first day of junior high school, I feel that I have some energy and weakness in my thoughts.


    "Who can take a picture for me?" Zhou Chunyang came over and said, "my mother wants to see it. If she can''t see it, she thinks I''m going to be lying on the playground."


    "Bring me your mobile phone," Zhang Qiang, who has been squatting beside him, said, "I''ll take pictures for you."


    Zhou Chunyang sat beside the flower bed and stretched his leg: "do you know how to shoot?"


    "I don''t know," Zhang Qiang snapped and pressed the shutter, "OK, look."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can I have someone else? " Zhou Chunyang glanced at his mobile phone and said, "my legs are only three inches away from you."


    "There are so many pictures you show your mother." Gao Xiaoyang said with a smile.


    "My mother turns her head and sends out a circle of friends. I can''t afford to lose this person," sighed Zhou Chunyang. "Her sisters will still show it to their daughters..."


    "OK, I''ll help you take pictures seriously," Zhang Qiang said, "so that you don''t lose face in front of girls."


    Zhou Chunyang is very smelly and beautiful. On the first day of junior high school, he watched him guide Zhang Qiang. After five minutes, one of them finally passed his examination."Thanks," Zhou Chunyang said, "let''s go and invite you to drink."


    Junior one with coke, looking at Zhou Chunyang, feel very contradictory.


    He wanted to take a picture for Yan hang, but it must be difficult to take a full picture of himself. Let''s find someone else to take a picture for him. He really didn''t have the "eloquence" to guide him.


    And Zhou Chunyang, who is so smelly and beautiful, knows at a glance that he will definitely shoot.


    But Tut.


    He looked up and took two mouthfuls of coke. As soon as he gritted his teeth, Zhou Chunyang became Zhou Chunyang.


    He took out his cell phone and went to Zhou Chunyang.


    "Take your picture?" Zhou Chunyang asked without waiting for him to speak.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Zhou Chunyang pointed to the steps he had just stood on: "you just stand there. The posture just now is very good."


    The first day of junior high school, I went back, but I forgot what position I was before.


    Zhou Chunyang came and tugged at his trouser legs, helped him set his posture, and then took several pictures in succession: "look at it."


    I took a look at it.


    It''s really cool.


    Even if it''s called a local dog, it''s still cool.


    "Thank you." He smiles.


    "To whom?" Zhou Chunyang asked.


    "Friend Friends. " The first day of junior high school, I suddenly feel guilty for no reason.


    "Yan hang?" Zhou Chunyang asked again with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school was stunned. He didn''t expect that Zhou Chunyang would guess so accurately. After a long time, he said: "ah."


    Yan Hang is going to the manager''s office. Halfway through, his mobile phone rings. He takes it out and has a look. It''s a message from the first day of the new year.


    A picture.


    Standing on the steps in military training uniform.


    I don''t know who took the photo for him. It''s 10000 times better than his self portrait. The angle and light are great. The perspiration on his face is shining, and the 1.74 meter leg is photographed as 3.82 meters.


    -Handsome dog


    he replied, put his mobile phone back in his pocket and knocked on the door of the manager''s office.


    "In." The manager answered inside.


    He pushed away and walked into the office: "manager Tang."


    There is not only manager Tang in the office, but also their new director.


    "Xiao Yan," said manager Tang, "I read the menu you sent me this morning. It''s very accurate."


    "Thank you, manager Tang." Yan hang said.


    "There are still a few here. You can help me to look them up on the spot." Tang Jingli handed over a piece of paper.


    Yan hang took it, glanced at it and took the pen: "lobster and fennel risotto cashew granola¡­¡­ Lobster and fennel risotto, chopped cashew nuts pickled Tokyo turnips¡­¡­¡±


    The director looked at him with a smile, which made him a little nervous.


    pickled Tokyo turnips¡£


    He recited it, but when he was nervous, he suddenly got stuck.


    ¡°pickled Tokyo turnips£¿¡± The director repeated.


    "Pickled turnip." Yan hang wants to turn around and leave the office.


    The director laughed.


    "Pickled turnip," Yan hang remembered and wrote on the paper, "I''m sorry, I remember the turnip when I recited it before..."


    "Very good." The director nodded with a smile.


    "How''s the acting foreman doing?" Tang Jingli asked, "sister Chen has not been here these two days. Have you encountered any difficulties?"


    "It''s OK. Sister Chen has taken me for a while before," said Yan hang. "There''s also telephone communication in the past two days. It''s basically OK."


    "Can other employees work together?" Manager Tang asked again.


    "All of them can work together before. They all know each other very well and cooperate with me." Yan hang said.


    "That''s OK. You keep working hard." Manager Tang nodded.


    Yan hang frowned as he came out of the office.


    Just to translate a few dishes, manager Tang doesn''t want to call him to the office.


    The seemingly casual question of whether other employees can cooperate with their work is the key point. Yan hang sighs. It must be someone who is not satisfied with him and reflects it to the manager.


    This kind of thing is certainly not uncommon, but for Yan hang, he felt a little tired.


    He followed his father and lived happily all the time. Even if he was working, it was very simple. He didn''t consider promotion and didn''t care about competition. When he had no money to work for a while, he left after changing places.


    Now this kind of work pressure and various interpersonal relationships, for him, some tired to deal with.


    As a waiter, it''s OK. Now the acting foreman feels too tired to talk after work every day.


    He went downstairs to the back door of the hotel.


    It''s very quiet here. Except for delivery cars, employees seldom come here. They usually come to have a rest before meals to relax themselves so as to cope with the busy behind.He stood next to the trash can, lit a cigarette, took out his mobile phone and looked at the picture of junior one.


    Junior one is a local dog.


    Sometimes when he thought of stuttering at the first day of junior high school, Yan hang would feel like laughing.


    -There is a particularly embarrassing thing


    the news of junior one has been sent, and without waiting for his reply, several of them have come. The typing of junior one''s mobile phone is faster than that of him, which can have the length of a leg in the photo.


    -My classmate told people that my nickname is local dog


    - now it''s all spread, and everyone knows that the one who fought with others in the first class of auto repair is local dog, and now he still calls me dog brother


    - I''m afraid that people will hear him call me dog brother all together


    - it''s so embarrassing


    Yan hang took his mobile phone and was stunned at first, then he couldn''t help laughing It took a while to stop.


    -Ha ha ha ha ha


    - don''t ha ha, what can I do?


    "What can I do?" Yan hang said with a smile. "It''s called vulgar and elegant. It''s cool and beautiful."


    -¡£¡£¡£¡£¡£¡£


    -I''ll call you after my military training!!!!!!


    There was nothing wrong with the first day of military training in the afternoon. He really didn''t want to be carried out to do push ups again. One was afraid of being surrounded by people, and the other was that his arms were really sour.


    But watching this kind of thing is indispensable, the girls in the afternoon down two, their auto repair class is all old man, actually also down one.


    At the end of the military training, the head teacher sighed: "your physical fitness is really a problem. Today, the canteen is going to clear the fire to get some hot drinks. Later, we''ll have a good rest. Don''t go out for a blind walk. I don''t want to see anyone pour out tomorrow."


    "A little more sun, and I''ll have to pour." Hu Biao wiped his sweat. He was fat. Although he called himself Dahu, he couldn''t even compare with a cat in the afternoon.


    After going back to the dormitory to take a bath, a group of people went to the canteen to have a meal. On the first day of junior high school, they realized again that their meal cards would not be recharged, but they almost couldn''t use them. Hu Biao taught him all the way.


    After dinner, he lay on the bed and didn''t want to move. Looking at the time, he dialed Yan hang.


    "It''s over?" Yan hang answers the phone. It''s very noisy over there.


    "You haven''t finished work yet?" Chuyi turned over and whispered to the wall.


    "No," Yan hang said with a smile, "there''s a meeting today, and I''m still busy at the moment."


    "Well, I''ll hang up, then." Junior one said quickly.


    "It''s all right," said Yan hang. "I won''t delay for a few minutes. How do you feel about today''s military training?"


    "Not bad, a little tired." Junior one said.


    "Tired on the first day?" Yan hang said, "your boxing has been wasted this year?"


    "No, it''s true. I''ve been punished for sixty prone and supine," sighed junior one. "It''s still special. It''s the standard one. It''s the kind. My arm is sore."


    Yan hang laughs: "it''s so pitiful. I''ll take you to a massage place after you''ve finished training."


    The first day of junior high school, I smile, think about it and ask in a low voice: "can you do more, less?"


    "Special standard?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well, no standard, no count." Junior one said.


    Yan hang thought, "fifty, right?"


    "Blow on you," the first day of junior high school said, "you usually run, run, do you run with your arms?"


    Yan hang laughed over there: "you know I''m just running, or you''ll come over and count for me one day."


    "Well," said junior one, "witness the fight, face the scene."


    No one in the dormitory played cards this evening. They all played games and chatted in bed.


    I don''t know what to do with my mobile phone. He always uses his broken mobile phone and can''t run any games. After changing his new mobile phone, he is busy practicing boxing and working every day. He can''t get by with Xiao Li''s barbecue at other times and has no time to play.


    Now everyone is playing, he can only stare at the ceiling.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Li Ziqiang called him from the upper berth opposite, "is it black? I will take you to fly


    "Ah?" At the beginning, Li Ziqiang turned his head and said, "what are you doing


    ¡°¡­¡­ Don''t you play games? " Li Ziqiang was also stunned.


    "No play." The only mobile game he played was snake.


    "I want to fly with you." Zhou Chunyang said something over there.


    "Come on." Li Ziqiang said.


    Junior turned over and continued to rush against the wall.


    Although the people in the dormitory are very good to him, he can''t play cards and he doesn''t know how to play games. This situation is really depressing.


    Several people in the dormitory have joined in, and those who haven''t joined also gather together to watch, shouting vigorously while watching. Except for him, only Su bin is silent.


    The first day of junior high school sighed. He wanted to join in, but he was afraid of dew.


    I don''t know if Yang hang can play. Let Yang''s brother Xiaotian teach himI''m a little sleepy today. Maybe I''m under too much pressure from the onlookers. I fell asleep in the noisy voice of the dormitory soon after the first day of junior high school.


    I can do 50 push ups. Yan hang said.


    I''ll count it for you. Junior one said.


    Yan hang took off his coat and began to do push ups.


    1¡¢ Two, three How many? 1¡¢ Two The numbers are out of order again. 1¡¢ Two, three Forget it. I''ll never figure it out.


    He looked at Yan Hang''s back.


    He didn''t seem to have seen Yan Hangguang.


    Try to see Yan Hang''s back.


    It''s beautiful.


    Smooth, compact, every time you use force, you can see the perfect muscle lines.


    The first day of junior high school, I feel a little lost in it.


    I feel like I want to touch it.


    He reached over and touched it.


    The moment he touched Yan Hang''s skin, he was a little short of breath


    Yan hang gave him a slap and threw it on his arm.


    The first day of junior high school was awakened by the strong embarrassment of suddenly rising, and suddenly opened his eyes.


    With another slap on his arm, Zhang Qiang stood beside his bed: "I''m up. I''m going to be late!"


    "Ah." Junior one sat up.


    The images in the dream suddenly faded, and he could hardly recall the details, but Yan Hang''s back was always in front of him.


    And the kind of real, embarrassing Excitement.


    He rubbed his face and slowly got out of bed.


    It''s nerve to have such a dream.


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 Chapter 38

    Several people in the dormitory got up almost at the same time today. When they got out of bed, Wu Xu occupied the toilet, and several people were standing in the dormitory brushing their teeth.


    The first day of junior high school also squeezed toothpaste and stood by the window, breathing the fresh air in the morning, so as to wake up quickly and calm down.


    Li Ziqiang is still lying on the bed. The first day of junior high school is thinking whether to call him or not. Zhang Qiang comes over and pats Li Ziqiang''s arm twice: "get up! I''m going to be late! "


    "Ah Li Zi roared and patted the bed board, "uncle!"


    "Damn it." Zhang Qiang ignored him and turned away.


    "Damn, I have a spring dream! I''ll let you take pictures for me! " Li Ziqiang roared again.


    When the word "spring dream" came out, Chuyi was so frightened that he almost poked his toothbrush into his throat. Chenbo let Li Ziqiang''s voice come down.


    "What did you dream of?" Hu Biao asked while enjoying himself.


    "I didn''t see her face clearly. Anyway, I''m going to unbutton her underwear for a very gentle woman." Li Ziqiang stretched out and yawned while sitting up. "Maybe it''s a woman I like during the day. Today, I''ll go to see if I can


    On the first day of junior high school, with a toothbrush in his mouth, the surging of his heart was almost on his face. Li Ziqiang got out of bed and looked at him: "ah, what''s the matter with me? Is the toothpaste delicious?"


    The first day of junior high school had nothing to do. When he asked, he immediately swallowed half a mouthful of foam.


    In fact, he didn''t dream very much. He fell asleep every day and woke up when he opened his eyes. Even if he could dream, he didn''t remember the content and was in a mess. Once he returned the door to the door and turned himself into a threshold stone. He was trampled on every day. In his dream, he felt so miserable that he could compete with the cabbage.


    It''s so easy to have a fairly complete dream. I remember the plot clearly and I can see my face. It turns out.


    Others make spring No matter what the dream, anyway, people dream of women.


    When it comes to his dream, it comes to Yan hang.


    Every day I think, every night I dream.


    After washing and gargling in the first day of junior high school, he put on his clothes and analyzed himself. He really thought about Yan hang in the daytime, let alone in the daytime. This year, he didn''t think about Yan hang less. Now it''s easy to find him, and it''s normal to have dreams at night.


    Besides, he never had close contact with anyone, and Yan hang was the first.


    It''s hard for him to dream of a girl. No girl cares about him.


    That''s about it.


    It should have been an accident.


    After that day, the first day of junior high school did not have any embarrassing dreams, probably because the military training was busy.


    The military training of the school is not too hard, although because of the hot weather, the seaside, and the high humidity of the air, their military training clothes simply stink.


    However, compared with other schools, they are still relaxed. A few days ago, they walked back and forth on the playground, then went to fight for a long time, and finally had a practice.


    But it''s very hot.


    These days, I secretly took some pictures of myself, but I found that I was so dark in the photos that I was naturally rustic, so I gave up.


    -Did you practice today?


    Yan hang sent a message this morning.


    -Yes, fortunately, I have NB


    - a pair of old shoes. It''s been wearing for one year, but the soles have worn through.


    - no, I can wear a pair of shoes for three years.


    at the first time, I looked at the soles. The soles are very thick. It''s not easy to wear them, but the edges of the shoes have been damaged.


    It''s a little painful.


    In fact, he is also very helpless. This pair of shoes is very comfortable. When he goes to buy shoes, which pair is not as comfortable as this one. He should be as comfortable as this one I can''t afford it.


    I can''t afford it.


    So he didn''t buy any other shoes for a year.


    Today, I don''t know how many kilometers I''ve been practicing. I heard that I have to climb mountains.


    In a word, from the very beginning, he was heartbroken.


    At the beginning, the training team was quite neat. Without a kilometer to go out, it was a group.


    Hu Biao stuffed a lot of food in his schoolbag and ate with them as he walked.


    "You''re not finished with your figure." Zhou Chunyang really can''t go on watching.


    "Snacks are not fat people." Hu Biao said.


    "It depends on the snacks," Zhou Chunyang said. "Your snacks are all meat."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can you stop using the word "Tuo" to say "eat" Hu Biao glared at him.


    "I have a rather shallow appetite." Zhou Chunyang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak much and looked around all the time. The unfamiliar scenery made him feel happy.


    "Let''s go to the seaside some day," Zhang Qiang said. "I haven''t seen the sea for so many days, so I smell it."


    Hearing Zhang Qiang''s words, the first day of junior high school suddenly found that it was really.


    Before he came, he thought, ah, sea, ah, seaAnd then forget, let alone the sea, the sea level seems not to look at.


    I really want to go to the seaside with Yan hang.


    "Sign it." Someone threw a list on the bar in front of Yan hang.


    Yan hang raised his eyes and saw that he was an old employee.


    At first, Yan hang felt that this person''s EQ was too low. Later, he found that his judgment was wrong. He not only had low EQ, but also had a standard old employee style of relying on and selling the old.


    Since Chen Jinling began to take him to be familiar with the work of the foreman, Ma Li never told him anything other than his work. He was almost angry with him.


    In the past, I used to go to dinner with other colleagues and play cards. Then it became that as long as he went, Ma Li would not go After several times, there will be no colleagues gathering, or even if there is, there will be no one to call them.


    Yan hang sighed, tired.


    What Ma Li throws is a free bill.


    Sometimes some colleagues from the marketing department invite customers to dinner in the restaurant. They have a free quota every month, and the foreman can sign it. But today, Yan hang didn''t see any customers.


    In the past, when he was a waiter, he knew that sometimes someone in the marketing department would come to eat by himself before he had used up the quota at the end of the month. If he had a better relationship with the waiter, he could give a cover and get rid of the bill.


    Chen Jinling is very strict here. She usually does it when she is not in the front hall.


    At noon, he went to a small meeting, not in the restaurant, but he passed by before the meeting and saw two people in the marketing department eating, and there were no customers.


    In horsepower''s opinion, he is an acting foreman, not to mention not in front of him. Even in front of him, it''s no big deal. If you pretend to be a fool, the amount is not too much. The manager will not check.


    If Yan hang was still a waiter, he would have pretended to be stupid.


    But now he has to look at things from Chen Jinling''s point of view. Whether the agent is formal or not, he is always the foreman. Moreover, horsepower has not been bothering him twice or once. He is really upset.


    "What customers are you looking for?" Yan hang asked, "why didn''t I see their customers?"


    "You''re so busy that you''re not in the restaurant at noon," Ma Li said. "Do you have customers you can see?"


    "I see them," said Yan hang. "There''s no reason to eat them without waiting for customers to come, right?"


    "Do you know who they are? The two who came to the marketing department last month, "Ma Li sneered," do you know each other? "


    "I''ll never forget if I''ve seen them," Yan hang flicked his finger on the bar. "Not to mention that they''ve been in the marketing department for a month. Even if they''ve only been here for one day, I can remember."


    "You have a good memory. Should I give you a certificate?" Horsepower said.


    "You don''t need the certificate. You can applaud for me in your heart," Yan said. "But I can''t sign this word. If you want to let them fill it up, you can fill it up."


    "It''s coming to me, isn''t it?" Horsepower looked at him. "Acting as a foreman, you think you''re really a foreman? Don''t be too happy. I''m afraid you can''t accept the new foreman''s return as a waiter. "


    "There''s something I can''t adapt to. It''s the same for me to do cleaning in PA," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ve been washing dishes in the kitchen before I came here."


    "Yan hang," Ma Li looked at him, "if it comes to manager Tang, I''m afraid you may not be justified."


    "That''s OK," Yan hang nodded, "or you can complain about me. Anyway, it''s not that you haven''t complained about me."


    Yan hang said this casually. He just had a guess before, but he was not sure.


    But the rigid expression of horsepower flashed by gave him a positive answer.


    "Why don''t you just sign it," Zhang Chen whispered as Ma Li walked away. "It hasn''t been less done before."


    "I pretended to be stupid without seeing it," Yan hang looked down at the wine list, "but I saw it."


    "Ah," sighed Zhang Chen, "manager Tang recruited Ma Li at the beginning. I''m afraid he''ll embarrass you."


    "It''s OK," said Yan hang. "What I''m not afraid of most is that others embarrass me."


    "Arrogant." Zhang Chen smiles.


    Yan Hang is not so-called. He complains when he complains. If he really wants to wash the dishes, he just wants to go to the kitchen. He has no problem since washing the dishes. He doesn''t have so much trouble.


    After work, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. An hour ago, he sent a message.


    -Our military training is over!


    He called the phone over there, but before the bell rang, he picked it up on the first day of junior high school.


    "Brother dog, military training is hard." He said.


    "Serve the people." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed and looked at the time: "have you eaten yet?"


    "No," said the first day of junior high school, "waiting for you. Please."


    "Come out and take you a big meal," said Yan hang. "Take a taxi.""Good," the voice of closing the door immediately came from the first day of junior high school, "I''m out, coming."


    "Are you squatting by the door of the dormitory?" Yan hang reaches for a car.


    "Brother dog," said the first day of junior high school, "I''m still sleeping tomorrow, by the door."


    Yan hang talked to him casually. After getting on the bus, he felt that the depression of the afternoon had dissipated.


    Today, Yan hang arrived at Xiao Li''s barbecue gate 20 minutes later than the first day of junior high school.


    As soon as I got out of the car and saw him, I immediately ran over: "how long have you been here?"


    "Two minutes." Yan hang smiles.


    "No, it''s possible," the first day of junior high school said, "you came here, didn''t you?"


    "Just have a cigarette and you''ll be there," said Yan hang. "Let''s go. What do you want to eat? Don''t eat Xiao Li barbecue today? "


    "I want to go and see the sea," the first day of junior high school said with some embarrassment, "is it far away?"


    "Not far," sighed Yan, "I''m a little confused. I forgot that you haven''t been to the seaside yet Let''s go. I''ll take you to eat seafood first, and then to see the sea. "


    "In the evening, see?" First day of junior high school.


    "Yes," said Yan hang, "if you can''t see it, go down and lick it."


    "After licking, do you still have time to go shopping?" Junior one asked again.


    "You want to buy something?" Yan hang quickly took a look at his shoes. Junior one is a good child who is thrifty. If he can''t help it, he should not ask to go shopping.


    Sure enough, he saw two holes in his shoes.


    "For the first time, I''ve seen people put their running shoes through holes." He laughed.


    "I haven''t seen it, have I?" the first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes. "I bite one at a time, and I''ll bite one at a time."


    "Local dog," Yan hang said with a smile, "I''ll take you to beer street to eat seafood. After eating, I''ll buy my shoes first, and then go to the seaside."


    "Good." Chuichi smiles.


    The shoes were finally broken after a day''s practice, and the first day of junior high school was very distressed.


    Such good shoes are so bad.


    Sitting in a taxi, he has been thinking about buying another pair of Nb, which is definitely reluctant, so what to buy?


    He didn''t know much about these. When he was at home, i.e. walking around the commercial street at the door, he didn''t see any brands and didn''t know them.


    Yan hang must know a lot, but he didn''t pay for it. In case he was taken to a store with hundreds and thousands of shoes He has to make an agreement with Yan hang in advance.


    "I just want to buy, buy..." The first day of junior high school, I turned my head and stopped talking.


    Yan hang also turned his head and looked at him face to face.


    He and Yan hang, not to mention sitting next to each other in the car, had been sleeping together for two times. Yan hang had even kissed him before.


    But in the previous dream, Yan Hang''s tight back suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.


    Yan Hang''s breath and voice became very clear, like sticking to his face. A small spasm spread from the forehead to the tip of his nose, and then spread all over his body.


    Let him suddenly have a strange feeling in this moment.


    Strange also mixed with confused inexplicable guilty embarrassment.


    He turned his face away and looked out of the window: "buy a pair of cheap shoes."


    "Under two hundred?" Yan hang asked.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Well The first day of junior high school is confused to stare to nod.


    After counting the head, I regretted again. It''s cheaper for him to be less than 50.


    It''s a little strange today.


    It''s been a little strange since we had dinner.


    He didn''t talk as much as he used to. He was a little evasive as soon as he caught his eyes. He would quickly look to the side every time.


    Usually eat, junior one''s eyes are basically two places, food and his face.


    "Ah," Yan hang kicked junior one under the table, "Mr. dog, you have a good look today."


    "Ah?" At first I was stunned.


    "I don''t think you want to talk to me today?" Yan hang asked.


    "No!" At the beginning of the first day, he was a little worried and sat up straight, "no!"


    "What happened?" Yan hang asked again, "tell me about it."


    "No," Chuichi said, dropping his eyelids and biting a crab''s foot, "it''s safe and nothing


    "Nothing is nothing," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll tell you. If you have anything to tell me, it''s the safest."


    "I know." Junior one said.


    After the seafood dinner, when he began to go shopping, Yan hang felt that the mood of the first day of junior high school had risen a lot.


    Was it because I was hungry before?


    What kind of greediness does this person have to be? His mood fluctuates so much because he is hungry.


    "Fifty." The first day of junior high school suddenly raised his hand and slapped him open.


    "What''s fifty?" Yan hang looks at him.


    The first day of junior high school is a little embarrassed and glances at the store nearby. Yan hang responds: "shoes under 50?""Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Running shoes under fifty?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Ah." Junior high school nodded.


    "Where can I buy less than 50 running shoes, honey?" Yan hang said helplessly, pointing to the shoes on his feet. "If you don''t want these shoes, they''ll be sold to you at 40. I bought them last month."


    "I want new, new." Junior one said.


    "I want to hit you. Do you think this appeal is reasonable?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Look first, look." I went into a shop on the first day of junior high school.


    Without waiting for Yan hang to follow in, he backed out again. Yan hang looked inside and saw a 240 label.


    Super.


    After the first day of junior high school, I seem to have given up the store beside me and began to focus on the stalls in the middle of the road.


    Yan Hang is very helpless to walk with him, thinking about how to let junior one accept himself to give him a pair of shoes.


    "How''s it going?" Junior one picked up a pair of shoes and asked him.


    Yan hang took a look, took his shoes and put them back on the stall: "beautiful boy, although everyone knows you are a local dog now, you don''t have to prove that you are very local."


    The first day of junior high school began to smile: "what should I do? You help me to choose."


    "What''s your birthday? Let me give you a pair of shoes for your birthday Yan hang said.


    "It''s over." Junior one looks at him.


    "Once more," said Yan hang, "please."


    "Don''t send shoes," Chuichi whispered. "Auntie said that it''s far away to send shoes."


    "Well," Yan hang looked aside, "you wait for me here."


    Did not wait for the first answer, he turned and ran into the next small supermarket: "give me a red envelope, happy birthday."


    When Yan hang came with a red envelope in his hand, he suddenly wanted to cry.


    He knew what Yan hang was thinking. He just wanted him to buy a better pair of shoes.


    "Here," Yan hang put the red envelope in his hand, "happy birthday."


    "You really Really, really... " He is a bit speechless.


    "It''s very nice of me," said Yan hang. "I know. Do you know why I''m so nice to you?"


    "I''m handsome." Junior one said.


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Why." First day of junior high school.


    "Because I''m soiled by you," Yan hang said, tugging at his arm. "Let''s go. There''s 500 yuan in the red envelope. You can''t buy a good one, but it''s almost the same. You can buy ten pairs of 50, but you can''t buy a pair of 500. Do you understand me?"


    "I see." The first day of junior high school felt that Yan Hang''s arms didn''t belong to him. He was so weak that he felt numb.


    499¡£


    There were cheaper ones, but junior one chose these.


    "Can I put the old ones in the box for you?" Shopping guide asked.


    "All right." The first day of junior high school.


    "No more." Yan hang spoke with him at the same time.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school nodded to the shopping guide, "help me install it, get up."


    When carrying the shoebox to the seaside, Yan hang asked: "do you want to keep it as a souvenir?"


    "Yes." Junior high school nodded.


    "Do you have a habit of hoarding?" Yan hang said.


    "What chicken, fart?" At first I was stunned.


    "Let''s go and see the sea." Yan hang laughed for a long time.


    The place to eat is not very close to the sea. It takes 20 minutes to walk. On the first day of junior high school, he smelled the sea breeze, just like the smell he smelled at the railway station on the first day.


    He looked forward: "where?"


    "You can see it now in the daytime," Yan hang pointed forward. "Just walk past. You can go down to the edge of the reef and have a look."


    The first day of junior high school was a little excited and quickened the pace.


    Then he heard the sound of waves, which was different from what he imagined. It was lonely.


    And then you see the sea.


    In my memory, no matter the sea in the photo or in the video, it''s all day, sunny beach bikini.


    In front of me, the sea is black and full of light. When it is surging, there are small white waves. It looks deep and lovely.


    Just like me.


    The first day of junior high school is on the shore.


    "Go down and stand for a while?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    They went down the steps to the reef, still some distance away from them. On the first day of junior high school, they found a big flat stone and sat down: "I thought there was sand, sand beach."


    "This piece is all stone," Yan hang sat down beside him. "If you are free at the weekend, I''ll take you to see the beach. Cui Yi took me to the five-star beach once before. It''s free and there''s no one."


    "Good!" Chuyi smiles and looks at Yan hang.


    He had to turn his head again and stare at the sea.Suddenly, I''m a little annoyed with myself.


    Many people on the beach, the first day of junior high school staring at for a while to notice that they are both right.


    "There are a lot of people who fall in love here." He said nothing.


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "maybe we are not."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school answered, "or you..."


    "Well?" Yan hang looks at him.


    On the first day of junior high school, I immediately forgot what I wanted to say. I opened my mouth for a long time before I said: "do prone, supine."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughed, "what''s wrong with you."


    "Fifty?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated for a few seconds and patted a stone: "OK, I''ll accompany you to go crazy, 50, you count."


    Looking at Yan hang lying to the side and posing, junior one wanted to crash to death on the stone under his feet.


    "One, two, three," Yan hang began to do push ups, "four, five..."


    "Six, seven," the first day of junior high school, trying to focus his attention on whether Yan Hang''s posture was standard, "ten, eleven..."


    But soon he really diverted his attention, because he found that Yan hang was much more powerful than he thought.


    Until his thirties, Yan Hang''s movements didn''t change a bit. He was always very standard, holding on in a hurry.


    "Forty eight, forty-nine, fifty," Yan hang looked at him, holding the stone still. "I look down on myself. I can do about a hundred."


    "Face." Junior one said.


    "On your face." Yan hang said.


    The first day of the new year, I laughed and enjoyed myself for a long time.


    Yan hang got up, went to him and squatted down: "first day of junior high school."


    "Well." Junior one looks at him.


    "What''s the matter with you today?" Yan hang raised his hand and flicked it on his chin. "Don''t follow me in this old-fashioned way."


    The first day I dropped my eyelids, I was a little flustered.


    "That day," he frowned, "I dreamt of you..."


    "Dream of me?" Yan hang was stunned.


    This reaction makes the beginning of a nervous, do not want to quickly add a sentence: "and Yan, uncle."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He looked at him. After a while, he scratched his head: "I thought what happened, that thing You don''t have to think about it. "


    The first day of junior high school regretted saying this.


    Yan hang because of this matter how painful, he is very clear, but just at this time came such a sentence.


    He grabbed Yan Hang''s hand and squeezed it.


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 Chapter 39

    It is worthy of being a local dog. The first year of the auto repair boss is the first year of the auto repair boss who can do 70 push ups and doesn''t lie down one vs six on the spot.


    Yan hang looked at his hand and felt that one minute later, his hand would be crushed by the first day of junior high school.


    He really didn''t notice that the first day of junior high school had so much strength before.


    "Brother dog," Yan hang looked at him, "discuss something."


    "Play it." The first day of junior high school held his hand.


    Yan hang thinks that one of the most favorite things about the first day of junior high school is his words of conditioned reflex. No matter when he is nervous or uncomfortable, they can always appear in the first time with a god like reaction speed.


    "Can we squeeze it gently?" Yan hang said, "the hand bone is very thin. If you use more strength, it will definitely break. It''s true."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Ah The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    "Tomorrow must be purple." Yan hang shook his hand.


    "Jiao, flowers." Junior one said.


    "Why don''t I pinch you twice?" Yan hang tut said, "see if you are very strong."


    At the moment of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang suddenly felt very bad. He thought that he was dreaming about a year ago. He immediately comforted him and changed the topic carefully and quickly.


    It is clear that Yan Hang is much more miserable than him. After all, at the beginning, he was sure that uncle Yan was seriously injured, and their father and son have deep feelings.


    Yan hang, who couldn''t recover for so long after the accident, is now comforting him.


    He was very sad and very distressed.


    He still clearly remembers Yan Hang''s hoarse voice and tired state at that time.


    "That..." He wanted to say something, but he didn''t know how to say it for a while. He just wanted to give Yan hang a quick response to let him know that he was OK. He pinched Yan Hang''s wrist. "I pinched my hand that day, but I didn''t pinch it."


    "Failed to be handsome?" Yan hang asked with a smile.


    "Well," the first one nodded, "don''t you have success or failure?"


    "Who said that?" Yan hang took a steel bar and put it in his hand, "hold on."


    The first day of junior high school clenched the steel bar in his hand.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand, first pinched his little arm, and then his fingers slid all the way down to his wrist. Without waiting for the first day of junior high school to recover from the comfortable feeling of massage, Yan Hang''s fingers suddenly pinched on his wrist.


    He suddenly felt a burst of numbness in his wrist. Although he still wanted to fight hard, his fingers began to soften, and then he rebelled.


    He watched as Yan hang pushed his fingers away one by one, then turned down with his wrist, and the steel spring in his hand fell to the ground.


    "How about brother dog," Yan hang released his hand, picked up ganger and put it back into his hand, "convinced?"


    "You practiced, did you?" The first day of junior high school was a little surprised. He clearly remembered that uncle Yan had said that Yan Hang''s move had not been mastered well, and he failed every time. Even if he succeeded, he only relied on hard work.


    "I''ve lived in seclusion here for nearly a year," said Yan hang. "My internal power has greatly increased. Now I''ve practiced this skill of wrong bone kneading to 100%..."


    The first day of junior high school couldn''t help laughing: "so cute, cute move, teach me quickly, teach me."


    "Go ahead," said Yan hang, "and teach the disciples to starve to death."


    Two people silently toward the sea for a while, Yan hang stood up and stretched: "see enough, do you want to lick?"


    "No, no," Chuyi said with a smile, "if you want to lick, I''ll accompany you."


    "To take you back?" Yan hang pulled his hair and said, "do you want to get up early tomorrow? Is it time for class? "


    "The day after tomorrow." Junior one said.


    "You..." Yan hang looked at him, "do you want to go back to the dormitory?"


    Although there was a moment of hesitation, at most one second later, the first day of junior high school quickly replied, "No."


    "I don''t have to ask you." Yan hang smiles.


    "Dormitory night, on all play, game," the first sigh, "I play not, understand, do not know him, they play, play what, no, meaning."


    "Little wretch," Yan hang looked at him, "don''t even know what kind of game?"


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said, "just drive it. I can''t understand it."


    "Shall I teach you?" Yan hang asked.


    "I knew you would," Chuyi laughed. After thinking about it, he looked up at him, worried. "Do you want to spend money?"


    "No flowers..." Yan hang was interrupted before he finished.


    "That calculate, forget it," the first day of junior high school some depressed, "break tour, play still spend, spend money."


    "I mean it''s OK not to spend," said Yan hang. "Chu, Grandet, Yi."


    "If you can spend money, you can''t play without spending money." Although the first day of junior high school only played snake, but these concepts still exist.


    "Do you want me to teach you?" Yan hang asked."Yes." The first day of junior high school.


    "That''s a lot of nonsense," Yan hang looked at his mobile phone. "Let''s go, go back and help you install the game first."


    The feeling of going home with Yan hang makes junior one feel very comfortable every time. I can''t say whether it''s down-to-earth or happy.


    In a strange city, there is a place to go.


    An important person, a destination.


    No matter how much embarrassment he had before the first day of junior high school, he still enjoyed the journey.


    The security guard has a good memory. This is the second time he came here, but he can recognize it.


    "Here comes my brother?" The security guard said hello to Yan hang with a smile.


    "Well, come and play." Yan hang smiles.


    When I was about to go downstairs, the first day of junior high school just responded: "younger brother?"


    "Well, brother," Yan hang nodded, "I told him."


    "Why brother? Not friends, friends? " The first day of junior high school, I don''t know why, he seems to want to hear the word friend, as if a kind of obsession.


    "Listen to my younger brother, be closer," said Yan hang. "If you are familiar with him or not, you will introduce him as my friend. If you say he is my younger brother, you will feel different."


    Chuyi smiles, and Yan Hang''s answer suddenly makes him feel warm.


    When I went downstairs, I saw a little hedgehog at first sight. He was lying in the grass by the side of the road, with a few pieces of broken apples in front of him as usual.


    "The food is really good," the first day of junior high school squatted next to the little hedgehog. "I''m fine. I haven''t had any water for a long time. It''s fruitless."


    "I have grapes and oranges there," said Yan hang. "A big basket is yours."


    "Good." Junior one said.


    After going upstairs and entering the house, I saw a big basket on the tea table at the first glance. It was really a whole basket of grapes and oranges.


    "Buy this, so much, can you eat it, finished?" At first I was stunned.


    "Uncle Cui brought it," said Yan hang. "I don''t know who sent it to him. He drinks a lot of juice every day, so he forced me to fill it up."


    "I''ll wash it," the first day of junior high school, I went into the kitchen and took out a small fruit basket. I carried a few grapes and put them in, "do you want to eat?"


    "Eat" Yan hang to a sofa, "you mobile phone, I help you to install the game."


    Junior one unlocked his cell phone and handed it to him, holding a small fruit basket into the kitchen.


    In the middle of the wash, he heard his mobile phone ring, which was the prompt tone of wechat.


    He was a bit surprised. Although he didn''t have only one friend on wechat like Yan hang, even if he filled up his friends, under normal circumstances, no one would send him a message except Yan hang.


    Maybe the students in the dormitory.


    "Oh Yan hang called in the living room, "Yo Yo."


    "Chuck," he replied, "grapes and oranges, one set."


    "Who is this girl?" Yan hang took his mobile phone to the kitchen door and shook at him, "I can see the content."


    "What aunt, mother?" At first I was stunned.


    "Shellfish," Yan hang read, looking at his mobile phone, "handsome boy, is your military training over?"


    "Shell?" Junior one still didn''t respond.


    "Good acting." Yan hang smiles.


    "Ah When I wanted to have a look at my cell phone, I thought of who the shell was. "I picked it up in the fire, at the station, and I got to know her. She helped me get the ticket."


    "Local dog," Yan hang said with some emotion, "I really admire you for teasing my sister."


    "I didn''t! I''m not sure The first day of junior high school sighed, "I don''t know, I can''t do magic."


    "I don''t want to change." Yan hang laughed.


    "Then it''s time for you to reflect." Junior one said.


    "People are looking for you, so hurry to reply to them," Yan hang said with his mobile phone, "I''ll help you back, you say it."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. After a while, he said, "say it!"


    "Say, it''s over." Junior one looked back at him.


    Yan hang was stunned and gave him a thumbs up: "cow."


    -Yeah.


    Yan hang helps the first day of junior high school to return the news to shell. Because the first day of junior high school''s reply is too simple, he is afraid of the little girl''s embarrassment and makes the decision without authorization, adding a full stop.


    -Do you have time this weekend?


    Shellfish immediately sent another one.


    "People ask you if you are free this weekend," Yan hang shouts to the kitchen. "Are you free, brother dog?"


    "No The first day of junior high school.


    -I have something to do this weekend.


    -Ah, I''m so disappointed...


    "I don''t care," Yan hang put his mobile phone on the tea table. "I have to help you translate Chinese. It''s too hard. You can go back by yourself later."


    The first day of junior high school came out with the washed fruit, pinched a grape, and looked at the mobile phone while eating: "it''s not, isn''t it, it''s over?"¡°¡­¡­ Do you think that''s the end? " Yan hang looks at him.


    "Ah." Junior one also looks at him.


    "It''s worthy of being brother dog," Yan hang leaned back into the sofa. "Three words killed him."


    "How can I, how can I go back?" Junior one sat next to him, took the mobile phone and looked down, "I didn''t, chatting with others, chatting."


    "I don''t know," sighed Yan hang. "I don''t talk to people like that."


    "A piece of reflection, introspection," the first day of junior high school put the mobile phone back on the coffee table, "the game is installed, right?"


    "Installed, you first online, Xingtian little brother is me," Yan hang took a grape, "you first get familiar with the novice tutorial or something."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school staring at the screen, for a person who has only played snake, the interface of the game is so complex that his eyes don''t know where to look. "I have to think about the name and the word first."


    Yan hang laughed: "well, what''s the name?"


    "Local dog," the first day of junior high school said, and the system prompted him to repeat his name, "this name is still there, someone robbed it?"


    "Just underline it." Yan hang said.


    "No The first day of junior high school felt that underlining was too hasty. In case he was bullied in the future, when people called him, it was a local dog underlining. How ugly it was. He thought about it and re entered his name.


    Local dogs are fierce.


    It''s a very good name.


    Next, he started his own novice journey. Yan hang touched a book and leaned over the sofa.


    Tossed do not know how long, the system prompted him to play the row.


    He was a little confused. He just looked up to ask Yan hang, but he found that he was very engaged in reading. He bit up and down with a pen in his mouth, and his eyes were staring at the book.


    Yan hang, in such a state, did not dare to disturb him.


    Leng a few seconds later, Yan hang raised his eyes: "how''s it going?"


    "Said can play row, row," junior one said, "you take me, play?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ I can''t take it now, "Yan hang said with a smile." I can''t take you with me. "


    "Poor grade, grade?" At first I was stunned.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "you..."


    "No more." Junior one simply quit the game.


    You can''t even sit face to face with Xingtian''s little brother and play with him.


    He would not let Yan hang install the game for him if he knew it was like this. Before, he wanted to let Yan hang take him, and then he could play with the people in the dormitory.


    As a result, I didn''t expect that I had to struggle for a long time. I was dazzled and suffered a lot. Now my only support has failed.


    The local dog is very upset.


    "Why don''t you play with my number?" Yan hang asked.


    "No more." The first day of junior high school insists on its own decision, and the stubbornness of local dogs and local dogs.


    "OK," Yan hang laughs, "do you watch TV or play computer?"


    "Watch TV." Junior one said.


    Yan hang threw the remote control to him.


    In fact, for many people, playing computer should be more interesting, but they haven''t played in the first day of junior high school. It''s very good that he can have a mobile phone. Now let him hold the computer, he doesn''t know what to do.


    I''m much more familiar with TV. Grandma and mom stare at TV every night. No matter what''s on TV, they can watch it all night without changing channels.


    He found a table at random to watch people introduce local food.


    But Yu Guang has been staying at Yan Hang''s side.


    After watching for a while, he heard a very low voice.


    "Well?" He turned his head.


    "Look at you," Yan hang said with a smile, "I''m practicing."


    On the first day of junior high school, he rubbed to his side and continued to watch TV. He heard that Yan hang was speaking English in a low voice, probably following the TV to try to translate.


    He didn''t make any more noise. He listened to Yan Hang''s voice quietly.


    It''s a very comfortable feeling.


    When Yan Hang''s low and slightly broken murmur came to his ears, it seemed that someone was massaging his scalp gently, and waves of feeling crawled from behind his ears to his shoulders and back.


    After a while, I felt sleepy and closed my eyes.


    Until Yan hang bounced on his forehead, he suddenly woke up and sat up straight: "ah?"


    "Take a bath and go to sleep," said Yan hang. "It feels like you''re almost dreaming."


    The first day of junior high school was very surprised. He was very sensitive to the word "dream". When he heard it, he would feel embarrassed and nervous.


    "I said, talking in my sleep, didn''t I?" He asked.


    "Did not say," Yan hang laughed, "hummed twice."


    "Hum what?" He made a quick chase.


    "I can''t understand that," said Yan hang. "If you find a pig to listen to, it''s almost the same effect."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I rubbed my face.


    After the bath, he changed into the clothes he put here last time. Maybe he used the same washing liquid. He could smell the familiar smell on his clothes.He lay in bed and looked out the window at the red sky.


    "Why don''t you throw some clothes here," Yan hang said after taking a bath and went into the bedroom. "It''s convenient to change."


    "I only have a few, a few suits." Junior one said.


    "Yes, forget you''re a stingy guy," Yan hang said with a smile, lying next to him, "turn off the light?"


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang turned off the light and everything became quiet as the black color spread around.


    On the first day of junior high school, I closed my eyes and heard Yan Hang''s mobile phone drip.


    "There''s news." He reminded Yan hang.


    "It''s an alarm clock." Yan hang said.


    "It''s not fart yet. What can it make?" The first day of junior high school is a little confused.


    And what''s the purpose of setting an alarm clock in the middle of the night?


    "This is my sleep sound," Yan said, "indicating that it''s the deadline for me to go to sleep."


    "Now, can you sleep while you sleep?" Junior one knew that Yan hang had insomnia from time to time.


    "Not necessarily. It''s just a psychological hint." Yan hang smiles.


    Chuyi frowned. If Yan hang lost sleep tonight, the culprit might be him, because he blurted out "Uncle Yan".


    Listen to Yan hang turn over gently beside him. Chuyi bit his teeth, turned his face to him, and gently touched his arm: "Yan hang."


    "Well?" Yan hang answered softly.


    "Do you dream?" He asked.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Are you a fool? " Yan hang laughed, "who can not dream."


    "That is, do you dream about people?" Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "Yes," said Yan hang, "a sea of people."


    Chuichi laughed and rubbed his nose with embarrassment: "do you have any dreams, have you ever dreamt of Me


    Yan hang didn''t speak. After a while, he heard him smile: "what''s the matter with you?"


    "I didn''t, I didn''t dream, to Uncle Yan," the first day of junior high school said, "I only dream about you."


    "Ah," Yan hang turned over and lay face to face with him, "what did you dream of me?"


    "Do prone, sup." The first day of junior high school reminds me of the situation in my dream again.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. After a few seconds, he laughed.


    While happy, he patted junior one: "do push ups? How many have you made? "


    "The number is in disorder," the first day of junior high school said. "I haven''t counted all the time. I understand."


    Yan Hang is still laughing. He can feel the mattress trembling in the first day of junior high school.


    "Yes, I can''t be strict. Be serious." He said.


    "How serious do you make me about this topic?" Yan hang rubbed his head with his hand. "You were embarrassed before such a dream?"


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school, I don''t know what to say, "you''re naked, naked."


    Yan hang suddenly laughed even more fiercely: "have you never seen me naked, so you are particularly shocked?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    Yan Hang''s words suddenly relaxed him.


    Yes, it''s just a dream of Yan Hangguang doing push ups with his arms. Maybe it''s because he hasn''t seen Yan Hangguang''s arms before that he''s embarrassed and embarrassed.


    The first day of junior high school was relieved, for a week, his blankness and helplessness were broken up by Yan Hang''s words.


    He followed Yan hang and laughed.


    "Come on," Yan hang said, probably unable to sleep. With such a smile, he became more energetic. He just sat up and turned on the light. "Let''s see what a good figure is."


    The first day of junior high school did not have time to react, just to see him take off his coat.


    "See," Yan hang raised his chin at him, "Xingtian''s little brother''s abdominal muscles."


    At the beginning of my life, I opened my mouth and had a lot of confusion in my mind. I don''t know whether I should direct my eyes to look at my abdominal muscles first, or whether I should first sigh that people like Yan hang should have such childish behavior.


    "I also have," the first day of junior high school in a mess, casually picked a sentence, "do you see?"


    Yan hang tut said: "little local dog also has abdominal muscles?"


    "Open your eyes, open your eyes." The first day of junior high school didn''t know what was wrong with him. He sat up and took off his coat. He patted his belly and said, "Wei, Wei An?"


    "Very great," Yan hang reached over and patted on his belly. "It''s very strong. It''s really not the original little local dog. You can call dog brother. You don''t need to mend it."


    After they put on their clothes and lay back on the bed, they suddenly felt embarrassed on the first day of junior high school. They stared in the dark and felt that their faces were red enough to penetrate the darkness.


    Yan hang became a fool when he was not careful, which ruined the reputation of the local dog


    "Ah, give me smile spirit," Yan hang sighed, "go to sleep, tomorrow I have to deal with the annoying."


    "Good night." Junior one said.


    "Good night." Yan hang replied.This night, the first day of junior high school didn''t sleep very well. Although he didn''t dream, he felt that he knew every time Yan hang turned over.


    But when Yan hang put his arms and legs on him, he didn''t know.


    When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt that Yan hang probably took him as a pillow.


    He thought he should be embarrassed, but unexpectedly, he didn''t. He just felt very comfortable, just like when Yan hang used to scratch his hair and flick his forehead.


    He wanted to touch his mobile phone to see what time it was, but he didn''t dare to move. Yan Hang''s sleep quality is not easy to fall asleep. He wanted to wake him up.


    It was not until he felt that their skin was beginning to sweat that Yan hang finally moved and turned over.


    He took a look at the mobile phone, it was still early.


    "Wake up?" Yan hang asked beside him, "it''s still early. My alarm clock didn''t go off."


    As soon as the words were finished, Yan Hang''s mobile phone rang.


    "It''s ringing." Junior one said.


    "It''s not an alarm clock," Yan hang yawned, took his cell phone and looked at it, "it''s a phone."


    There is no phone number displayed on the mobile phone, only four words of "private number". After two seconds of stupefaction, Yan hang felt his heart beat faster suddenly.


    "Who is it?" When he picked up the phone, his hand was shaking badly.


    There''s no sound on the other end of the phone.


    "Hello?" Yan hang took another look at the screen and got through.


    There was still silence, not even noise and electric current. Yan hang frowned.


    Then he hung up quickly.


    "What''s the matter?" Junior one sat up and looked at him.


    "No," Yan said, "wrong estimate."


    Before picking up the phone, he thought it might be his father, but now he can be sure that the person on the other end of the phone is definitely not his father.


    Although dad is always not serious, he will never make fun of such things at such a time.


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 Chapter 40

    Junior one doesn''t know whether he is a sensitive person or not. When he is so old, he always needs to be invisible and watch his words and colors, but he also needs to constantly ignore the injuries that can''t be avoided.


    So he''s sensitive and insensitive.


    However, in the case of Yan hang, he should be very sensitive.


    Yan hang received a phone call where no one spoke and no number was displayed, and then he was a little distracted.


    "I''ll call a car downstairs." after breakfast, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and called for a car. "I''ll take you back to school."


    "I''ll take the bus and hand it over," the first day of junior high school was stunned. "No, you don''t have to call the bus, right?"


    "It''s OK." Yan Hang''s answer is very simple.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. When the car arrived, he went downstairs with Yan hang.


    The car first took Yan hang to the hotel. When he got off, Yan hang grabbed the window and laughed at him: "when you get to the place, send me a message."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Looking at the car driving away, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and called Cui Yi: "what''s the news about my father?"


    "Nothing happened. What''s the matter?" Cui Yi asked immediately.


    "Maybe I think too much," Yan said. "I got a phone call in the morning that nobody was talking, and there was no caller ID."


    "It''s unlikely. You should pay attention these two days," Cui Yi said. "I''ll ask someone to inquire again."


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "am I too nervous?"


    "No one can be calm about this kind of thing," Cui Yi said. "Normal reaction."


    After chatting with Cui Yi again, Yan hang enters the hotel.


    It''s very annoying to arrange work every morning, especially when he sees that he stands lazily on purpose and looks unhappy. Originally, he is in a bad mood early in the morning. Now he wants to go and clean up.


    The change of the environment is a special training man. He is like a Ninja Turtle now. He had to put it off a year ago. Once, he should have started.


    When you wander in the Jianghu, you need to be free and easy. Now that you have become a fixed-point stall, you have to worry about it.


    After arranging the work, Zhang Chen came over and whispered, "is there a new foreman coming?"


    "I don''t know," said Yan hangting, admiring Zhang Chen. He didn''t work much longer than him, but he could always get the grapevine news. "He hasn''t told me yet."


    "If it''s true," Zhang Chen said, "you must let me be in your group. I''m afraid I can''t adapt to other groups."


    Yan hang laughed: "well."


    Chen Jinling had heard about it before her vacation, but there was no definite news. After the new director arrived, there were many adjustments. The restaurant business was much better, the waiters were recruited, and the number of teams was normal.


    Yan hangting hopes to have more foremen at a time and let him work as a waiter directly Or go to the kitchen.


    After a while, manager Tang called and went to his office for a short meeting in 20 minutes.


    Yan hang looked at the time, stood by the corridor window at the back door of the restaurant for a while, and adjusted his mood. Today''s morning didn''t start well. He didn''t want to hold a meeting with emotion, even if it was a short meeting, even if he didn''t care about the position of foreman.


    The mobile phone rang, and a message came from Chuyi.


    -When I got to school, I didn''t have any plans today. I went to the teaching building to visit it.


    - is the new shoes easy to wear?


    - it''s easy to wear. There''s no problem in walking ten steps with two people to sweep the hall legs.


    Yan hang smiles at his mobile phone for a long time, and suddenly feels more relaxed. He stretches and turns to the dining room.


    I didn''t take two steps to see Ma Li come out from the back door of the restaurant with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. When I came here, I saw him without any reaction. He just took the cigarette from his mouth.


    He came up with horsepower and didn''t mean to say hello.


    Yan hang didn''t speak either. As he passed by, he grabbed his hand holding the cigarette and pinched it on his wrist.


    Horsepower suddenly jumped aside, frowned and breathed, and the smoke fell from his hand to the ground.


    Yan hang stamped out the cigarette end and gave him a look: "you can''t smoke at work, you can''t smoke in the corridor."


    Horsepower didn''t say a word and tried to shake off his hand, but he didn''t let go.


    "This is the second time," said Yan hang. "Rules are used to abide by, not to accommodate. Do you understand?"


    "Let go!" Horsepower stares at him.


    Yan hang didn''t move. At the moment when he felt that the horsepower was full and he was ready to do his best, he let go.


    Horsepower''s hand didn''t obstruct him. He waved it wantonly and left it on the wall behind him.


    All of a sudden, my face was twisted with pain.


    Yan hang ignored him, went into the restaurant, told several waiters that he was going to a meeting, and then went out to manager Tang''s office.


    When passing the elevator, the elevator door opened and Yan hang stopped. He saw the director come out from the inside and said, "good morning, director.""Xiaoyan," the director said with a smile, "go to the meeting?"


    "Yes." Yan hang replied.


    "Are you under a lot of pressure at work these days?" Asked the director.


    "It''s OK. There''s a lot of pressure to be a waiter." Yan hang said.


    He had a good impression on the director. Since the director came to the restaurant for a private visit, he had to bear all the difficulties. Every time he met him, he was smiling and praised him several times.


    However, his good impression of the director is not entirely due to praise. The director has no airs and is very easygoing. Manager Tang looks more like the director than him.


    "You ` ve been doing a very good job recently," the director suddenly switched mode, "but I do hear some complaints."


    Yan hang Leng Leng, almost did not respond, while quickly adapt to the heart of the director is a good man''s evaluation back.


    He is in good working condition, but there are still complaints about him.


    Tut.


    The staff of the hotel complain anonymously. If Ma Li complains about him ten times or eight times, he will have a great effect.


    ¡°Although I don\''t think you are the one to blame for most of them£¬ I\''m still expecting a better performance from you¡£¡± The director smiles.


    ¡°I will see what I can do and give it my best shot¡£¡± Yan hang was a little upset, but he gave a standard answer.


    The director nodded: "talk to me if you''ve got any problems."


    ¡°Everything is under control so far. Thank you very much¡£¡± Yan hang said.


    "Go to the meeting," the director switched mode again, "and do a good job."


    "All right." Yan hang answered.


    Manager Tang''s short meeting was really short. It ended in ten minutes.


    Consistent with Zhang Chen''s information, a new foreman has arrived. It''s a sister named Wang Qinqin. Her name is very gentle, but her style is very similar to Chen Jinling. Manager Tang dug it from other restaurants.


    Yan hang has no idea. His only feeling is that his work will be much easier and he will have more rest time in the future


    "Xiao Yan will arrange the group of waiters," manager Tang said. "He is familiar with these people."


    "I''ll make the list by the end of the day." Yan hang said.


    "OK," said Wang Qinqin, "I''ve worked hard for Xiao Yan. I''ll give you more advice in the future."


    "I''m the acting foreman now. I want to learn more from you. If I do something wrong, please point it out to me." Yan hang smiles.


    After coming out of manager Tang''s office, he rubbed the fake smile on his face and was relieved.


    Back at the restaurant, Yan hang stood by the bar and began to think about grouping. The other waiters had not thought about it. Anyway, Ma Li would definitely be assigned to Wang Qinqin''s group.


    Finally, I don''t need to see this person anymore. It''s the happiest thing today.


    "Yan hang," Zhang Chen came over, "a guest just called to contact the group meal and said directly to find Xiao Yan. I said we would not accept the group meal for the time being, but he said that he wanted to tell you directly that he wanted me to call you, but I didn''t tell him that I asked you to call him back This is his number


    "Well," Yan hang took the note and looked at the number on it, "I''ll call him."


    Mr. long.


    He knew almost all the frequent guests, and it was not surprising to call him by name, but he couldn''t remember that he had a friendship with a guest named long.


    Yan hang picked up the phone from the bar and dialed it according to the number.


    The system prompts that this number is not enabled.


    Yan hang Leng Leng, and dial again, is still not enabled.


    "Zhang Chen," Yan hang turned his head, "do you remember the right number?"


    "Yes, I checked it with him twice," Zhang Chen said. "How can I get through?"


    "Well," Yan hang put down the receiver, "it''s OK, wait for him to call back."


    I haven''t heard from Mr. long all day.


    In fact, he doesn''t think much about it at all. It''s possible that the number of the guest is wrong or the guest changes his mind temporarily.


    But today, he thinks a lot.


    Although he felt too nervous, he couldn''t control himself. He turned to the bathroom and had to wash his face to stabilize himself.


    "Keep fighting. What''s the use of one or two," someone whispered in the bathroom. "Just like before."Standing at the door, Yan hang could hear the sound of horsepower.


    This endless sentence suddenly made Yan hang doubt this man.


    After that, horsepower said nothing else, hung up the phone and walked out of the innermost compartment.


    When he saw Yan hang, his face was calm. As usual, he didn''t even look at Yan hang, so he went straight to the door.


    "Wash your hands." Yan hang said.


    Horsepower stopped to look at him, turned and went to the sink to wash his hands, then walked out from him without expression.


    Yan hang looked at his back and his disgust reached the top.


    The call to order the group meal may not have anything to do with him, but the call in the morning makes it hard for people not to doubt him.


    In fact, Yan hang hopes that this is done by Ma Li, so that he can not only breathe a sigh of relief, but also have an outlet for all his anger.


    The three silent calls he received on his mobile phone in the afternoon made Yan hang, who was still uncertain, almost sure that it was Ma Li who did it.


    Only people of this level of horsepower will choose such a low pressure way.


    Yan hang had to admit that although this way did not kill him, it did affect his work.


    It''s because the frequency of the phone starts to speed up when it''s almost dinner time. Unlike the kind of noisy phone call that rings once a minute, this phone call always rings until it hangs up automatically. Moreover, because the number is not displayed, it can''t be blacked out.


    Of course, even if the number is displayed, it''s not difficult to change one every minute.


    "Hangge," one of the waiters came up, "there are guests looking for you over there."


    "Well." Yan hang answered, muted his mobile phone and put it back in his pocket. As he walked, he looked in the direction pointed by the waiter.


    I was surprised to see Junior one''s classmate.


    "Good evening, hangge." Zhou Chunyang gave him a smile.


    "Did you have a friend?" Yan hang smiles.


    "No, just one person." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "It''s very enjoyable," said Yan hang. "What would you like to eat?"


    "Cod with shrimp," Zhou Chunyang did not look at the menu, "mashed potato chicken Patty."


    "OK," Yan hang nodded, "have a drink?"


    "Lemon juice will do. I''ll lose weight." Zhou Chunyang said.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "is this figure to lose weight irritating the fat man?"


    Zhou Chunyang laughs. When Yan hang helps him to order, he says, "brother hang, do you really need wechat?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "You can''t send photos by MMS on the first day of junior high school, can you?" Zhou Chunyang asked.


    "That''s not true," Yan hang didn''t expect him to say, "but it''s a private number. I don''t have a public wechat."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh, "Zhou Chunyang Leng Leng," sorry. "


    Yan hang smiles and turns away.


    Today, I don''t know what day it is. One after another, Yan hang returns to the bar and opens the calendar on his computer.


    Very ordinary, even the words on the Yellow calendar are plain.


    The cell phone in the trouser pocket is shaking again.


    Yan hang was upset and had the impulse to take out his mobile phone and smash it into Ma Li''s face.


    He can change the number. This number is not used for a long time, and it is mainly used by the hotel to contact the guests. Changing it doesn''t have a big impact.


    But it''s too easy to know his number.


    The most important thing is that he has no evidence to prove that Ma Li did it, so he can''t use any proper means to teach Ma Li a lesson.


    He held the bar and looked down at the ground.


    He can bear it. After all, he has no dissatisfaction with his current job.


    But this morning, he was really flustered because of the phone call. The fear and the memory that he didn''t want to think about all of a sudden almost broke his peace all this time.


    Even now that he knew that Ma Li had done it, he could not immediately calm down his emotions, nor could he immediately press back the painful memories in his mind.


    One night, Yan hang felt confused. Zhou Chunyang came to greet him when he left after dinner. He almost failed to smile.


    "Brother hang, you don''t have to give me a discount today," Zhou Chunyang said. "I took my dad''s card, so you don''t have to save it for him."


    "Or I''ll give you a 10% discount." Yan hang said.


    Zhou Chunyang laughed: "no problem."


    "You packed it?" Yan hang looked at his list.


    "Well," Zhou Chunyang nodded, "there are a group of wolves in the dormitory. Take some back to satisfy their hunger."


    Although he thought the child was a little strange, Yan Hang''s overall impression of him was very good.


    -Why didn''t you come with Zhou Chunyang today?-Where have you been? Where did he go?


    -He had dinner here in our restaurant this evening


    on the first day of junior high school, looking at the news sent by Yan hang on his mobile phone, he felt that his eyes were bleeding.


    He didn''t see Zhou Chunyang all afternoon. He thought he had gone home. He didn''t expect that Zhou Chunyang would suddenly run to Yan Hang''s restaurant!


    -Is he alone?


    -Yes, but I don''t know if he doesn''t want you to know. If you don''t say it, don''t ask.


    - well


    Zhou Chunyang went alone! Eating out!


    And the canteen he ate in the afternoon was particularly bad and expensive, which made his flesh ache.


    But he didn''t expect to go to find Yan hang. He didn''t expect to go to find Yan hang all afternoon!


    ¡­¡­ Of course, I can''t think of it. Yan Hang is at work, playing a fart.


    Zhou Chunyang has a lot of money. He used to sit in the restaurant and he could order. The reason is very good.


    Yan hang had to give him a red envelope when he bought a pair of shoes.


    Zhen ¡¤ Qiong & Zhen ¡¤ CuO


    on the first day of junior high school, he sighed, and his mind was full of crazy thoughts. Then he calmed down and was a little depressed.


    The door of the dormitory was pushed open. Without looking up on the first day of junior high school, Hu Biao called out: "Chunyang, where are you going What have you got to eat? "


    "Pizza, and snacks," Zhou Chunyang carried a big bag and put it on the table, "and meat cakes. I took a taxi back. It''s still hot. Do you have anything to eat?"


    Several people in the dormitory immediately gathered around.


    As soon as I lay on the upper bunk, I saw the sign of Yan Hang''s restaurant on the bag.


    "Where did you get it?" Zhang Qiang asked.


    "The western restaurant I went back to," Zhou Chunyang said. "The foreman is a friend of grade one."


    "Damn it," Li Ziqiang said with some dissatisfaction, "will you call us there?"


    "Accident," Zhou Chunyang pushed glasses, "my father is upstairs fitness, not pull me to, I can''t stay, went to the restaurant."


    How beautiful it is to go to the gym and wear a flat lens!


    Several people began to grab food from the bag.


    Zhou Chunyang rushed in and snatched a box out, then pulled the railing of the upper berth of the first day of junior high school, stood in the lower berth and handed the box to him.


    "Cod with shrimp," Zhou Chunyang whispered, "last time I saw you like cod."


    At first, he was stunned and looked at him without speaking.


    "There''s something else in the bag," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile. "I just can''t get it if I see you like that."


    The first day of junior high school, I feel that I''m really out of temper.


    Before Zhou Chunyang came back, he was very angry, although he didn''t know what he was angry about. In short, he was very angry at the thought that Zhou Chunyang went to Yan Hang''s restaurant alone, but he only ate a broken canteen.


    But now he suddenly lost his temper.


    Because Zhou Chunyang was afraid that he couldn''t grab food, he took a box for him.


    For other people''s kindness, as long as he can feel is sincere, even if only a little bit good, he can immediately become a lump of plasticine.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ You''re welcome Zhou Chunyang smiles and jumps down.


    When she was about to leave work, Yan hang gave Wang Qinqin the name of the group of waiters. She came to the restaurant with the list and told her group of waiters to leave later to get familiar with each other.


    However, it was a little later and a lot later. Yan hang arranged for human health and finished today''s work. When she was ready to leave, she was still talking to the waiter.


    "How do you feel that she is more fierce than sister Chen?" Zhang Chen whispered as he went out with Yan hang. "Thank God you didn''t divide me."


    "If you make another mistake this month, I''ll let you go." Yan hang said.


    "You won''t make a mistake if you die. Don''t worry." Zhang Chen smiles and runs into the women''s dressing room.


    Yan hang changed his clothes and passed the restaurant before leaving. Seeing that Wang Qinqin''s conversation was still going on, the waiters were numb.


    He went downstairs quickly.


    Usually, he doesn''t go to the employee passageway. He doesn''t have a car. Every time, he goes out from the lobby to take a bus or walk back for a few stops.


    Today, he also went out from the lobby, and then went around to the corner of the hotel staff parking lot.


    Ma Li usually rides a yellow car, but he hides it in the parking lot every time.


    Today, as expected, it is the same as before. I rode out slowly and turned onto the path between the hotel and the shopping mall.


    Yan hang put on his mask and quietly ran after him.


    When horsepower was about to turn, he kicked him in the waist and kicked him out of the car.


    Then, without waiting for horsepower to get up, Yan hang went to his face and kicked down again.


    It took more than ten seconds for horsepower to shout, but when the knife in Yan Hang''s hand touched his neck, he immediately lost his voice.


    Behind the mall is a row of trash cans, he carried horsepower''s clothes, dragged him past."Yan hang!" Ma Li clenched his teeth and whispered, "I know it''s you!"


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound, but he put another foot in his stomach.


    He hoped Ma Li didn''t recognize him, but if Ma Li did, he didn''t care.


    Until the man didn''t dare to say anything.


    Horsepower was thrown into the middle of two garbage cans by him. In the next five minutes, horsepower had no chance to stand up again, but had to hold his head all the time.


    Yan hang hasn''t hit anyone like this for a long time. The last time he hit junior one, he didn''t dare to play hard.


    Now facing horsepower, he doesn''t have much control. He just keeps the bones going.


    Every punch and every foot is solid.


    At last, Ma Li finally held his head and said, "brother hang, I''m wrong I''m really wrong. You let me go... "


    Yan hang pulled him out again and kicked him on the ground before he stopped.


    Horsepower lay on the ground, holding his head still.


    Yan hang shook his hand and turned to the other end in silence.


    When he got back to the street, he heard the horn of the car, the voice of the people around him, and the music coming from the shop. Then he slowly regained some sense of reality, and the anger in his body finally subsided.


    When he got to the bus stop, he leaned on the billboard and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -Do you have class tomorrow?


    - yes, but I don''t want to have class very much.


    - then you can go begging for dinner.


    - you can help me check if I have a part-time job. I want to work.


    - OK.


    Yan hang smiles and thinks that it''s better to do something for junior one. He doesn''t need to talk much and doesn''t take up class time


    Just out of his mind, a strange uneasiness made him look to the right.


    I always feel some kind of sight.


    People who come and go on the sidewalk on the right, after work, and go shopping, don''t look special.


    He rubbed his face.


    What''s going on?


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 Chapter 41

    This is the anti-theft chapter. If you can''t see it, don''t worry. The text will be replaced automatically in an hour. Moda: "is it ready so soon?" Yan hang picked up the pebble, and the hole in the middle of the rope had been drilled.


    "No, soon," junior one looked at him nervously, "do you like it?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.


    "Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


    Before getting out of the car, he couldn''t help opening the red rope''s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.


    Junior one''s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.


    Today is the first day of the music festival, and it''s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.


    Music, people''s laughter and shouts.


    Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.


    He doesn''t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won''t take him on this occasion to join the fun.


    Today''s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year''s fireworks party.


    "Go to the front?" Dad asked.


    Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.


    The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.


    "Go to the tree over there. It''s too close. It''s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right." Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.


    There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.


    When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: "go up..."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn''t stand after he went up.


    "Hold on to me." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: "little short, son."


    "Get the hell out of here." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.


    There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.


    Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.


    Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he''s all right.


    In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.


    This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn''t even take a second.


    It''s so dry and crisp that it''s thrown away.


    No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.


    Dad didn''t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.


    "Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. "You can see clearly."


    "Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan." Junior one took the telescope.


    "Don''t call it that standard," Dad said. "It''s a long string."


    "Thank you, uncle." Junior one said.


    "Yes, that''s a lot easier." Dad nodded.


    Junior one looked down at the telescope: "I have not played this, this."


    "Now play," Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, "very clear."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, "OK, far away."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: "I see."


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy: "native goods."


    "Foreign goods," the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, "be serious."


    By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.


    When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.


    The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.


    It''s a song dad likes very much.


    My father''s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.


    ¡°One day£¬I won''t be insane¡­¡­¡± Dad started to sing along.


    Yan hang smiles and sings: "won''t play, all their football games, we all need to play..."


    The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," the first day of junior high school said, "take it as you please. It''s a surprise."


    After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.


    Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.


    The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.


    It''s like shouting.


    It''s like struggling.


    The noiseless confusion of black and white.


    Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.


    "The first day of junior high school," my father called, "how about changing places?"


    "Good." The first time I thought about it, I agreed.


    "Go there, farther away," my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"


    The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: "yes, I invite you to drink tea."


    "Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed," Yan said, "and he''s always thinking about treating people."


    "No, not every time, robbed." I jumped off the stone bench.


    "With uncle, it''s not your turn to treat," Dad said with a smile. "Go and sit there for a while."


    Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.


    After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi smiles at him: "your hands are a little cold."


    "Well," answered Yan hang, "the wind is strong."After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn''t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: "why don''t you call me brother Sheng and I''ll lead you across the street?"


    "You are, not harm, afraid." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.


    There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it''s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It''s very comfortable.


    They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.


    As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn''t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "didn''t you come out like this before?"


    "In the evening, at home," sat down on the first day of junior high school, "stupefied."


    "Isn''t that boring?" Dad sighed.


    "In Yeh, Yeh''s house is fun," the first day of junior high school turned the cup, "you can go on holiday."


    "Grandfather''s house is far away, isn''t it?" Dad asked again.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.


    This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.


    Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.


    "You stammer," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "when did it start?"


    "Remember, things start," the first thought, "my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way."


    "Then you are scared." Dad said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s not stupid


    "I can see that," Dad said. "You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won''t stammer."


    "Really Yes Do you... " Junior one said.


    Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.


    "You see, I don''t stammer anymore." Dad, clap.


    "He doesn''t stutter when he says three words." Yan hang said.


    Dad was happy: "then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "Fourteen, that''s the problem," Chuyi sighed. "It''s longer, longer, isn''t it?"


    Yan hang couldn''t hold his mobile phone with a smile: "the sentence behind you is long."


    "OK," Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, "straight Broadcast Is that right? "


    "No, video." Yan hang said.


    "You For What What... " The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of


    "Take your time," Yan said with a smile. "It''s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer."


    "Well." Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, "this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. "


    Yan hang and his father don''t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn''t care what he is. He doesn''t care.


    When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o''clock.


    "Yo," dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."


    "I don''t think I''ll be able to get a taxi at this moment," said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. "There are so many people."


    "Bus, deliver the car." Junior one said.


    Yan hang doesn''t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn''t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.


    However, there''s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can''t take a taxi. It''s too long to walk back. It''s just a crowded bus.


    And it''s really crowded.


    There are more than three people who can''t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.


    "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.


    Yan hang sighed and laughed: "shut up."


    After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.


    The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.


    As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: "ah!"


    "How," Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, "hard?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, it''s not, "the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again," I''m not yet, I''m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. ""Why are you so surprised?" Yan hang asked.


    "Little stone," the first day of junior high school said, "yes, yes, no, it''s dropped?"


    "No," Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. "I can feel it. It''s not so easy to drop the clasp."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, "I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone."


    "Don''t worry," Yan hang said with a smile. "In fact, I haven''t received any gifts. I won''t lose them so easily."


    When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on.


    "See?" Yan hang asked.


    "A bottle, a cap." The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.


    "A bottle cap." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school began to laugh: "still say me, owe son."


    "Let''s go. Hurry up. I''ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again." Yan hang said.


    "No one cares about me at night," he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, "late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. "


    Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry.


    Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.


    The co driver''s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.


    "My father," the first day of junior high school, went over, "you''re back, coming?"


    "Where have you been?" On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, "get on the bus, I''ll see you off."


    With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away."


    "I..." There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang patted him on the back, "do you want to walk back alone?"


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, "it''s very open today, heart, good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    "Good night, uncle." The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.


    "Good night." Dad waved his hand.


    After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.


    After a moment''s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: "it''s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?"


    "I don''t know," Dad lit a cigarette and went on, "I saw him for the first time anyway."


    Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.


    In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


    "What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


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 Chapter 42

    Don''t worry if you can''t see it. The text will be automatically replaced in an hour. Moda looks at his father and wants to turn the topic off. On the first day of junior high school, he finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


    Yan hang and his father didn''t have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.


    The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."


    "Easy." After the first day of junior high school simply answered, he turned on the tap of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.


    Yan hang went to lean against the wall and looked at him: "relax. This is my home, not yours."


    The first day of the first day of junior high school was washing the dishes quickly. After a while, he said softly, "I''m used to it."


    Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.


    "You don''t want to be shameful," Dad looked at him, "and let the guests do the dishes like this? If you don''t do it, don''t even look around? "


    "I''m afraid he''ll break the bowl when he''s nervous." Yan hang said.


    "It''s a very interesting child, let the family develop like this," the father sighed, "if this is my son..."


    Dad looked at him, tut A: "it seems that also raise not how?"


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "so don''t boast about yourself."


    "Will he stay here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.


    "I can''t stay. Every time I get there, I have to run home," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Even if I didn''t send the oil back today, I didn''t even go home to eat. I guess I will be cleaned up when I go back."


    "Hey," Dad sighed. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He felt it out and looked at it. "I''ll go out."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street.


    "It''s done." He went to Yan hang and said something.


    "Hard work," Yan hang said, "you didn''t go home for dinner, are you ok?"Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    Yan hang looked at him and found that he was looking out.


    "Sit down?" Yan hang gave way and made room for him.


    The first day of junior high school, I jumped and sat up.


    They sat in front of the street for a while, looking at him: "a few, a few, a few..."


    "Quack quack." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning, he was stunned and laughed.


    "Quack?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "A few years ago," Chuyi said with a smile, "your name is..."


    "My mother''s name is not Yan Jidao," Yan hang said. "Don''t listen to my father''s nonsense. He doesn''t say a word of serious things all day long."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school still laughed, "uncle is very good, fun."


    "Not bad." Yan hang said.


    "My dad doesn''t, he doesn''t say much, he doesn''t talk much." Junior one said.


    "Then you are poor, aren''t you?" Yan hang asked.


    "It may be. It''s suffocating." Junior one is very serious.


    Yan hang said with a smile: "you''re funny. Normally..."


    "No, no one''s talking to me. Talk to me." Junior one said.


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, touched a cigarette and took it out.


    I didn''t touch the lighter in my pocket for a long time. When I wanted to look back to see if I was throwing it on the tea table, the first day of junior high school had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the windowsill, took the lighter on the tea table and handed it to him.


    "Fuck," Yan hang couldn''t help, "are you a long-term worker at home?"


    "My mother is very, very busy. I''m tired when I go home." I didn''t jump on the windowsill on the first day of junior high school, and my arm was lying on the windowsill.


    Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    "That''s..." Junior one pointed to the street, "your shoes, shoes?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put beside the garbage can, "yes."


    "No, I want it?" Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.


    "It''s dirty," said Yan hang. "Besides, it''s old. It''s been worn for a year."


    "Nb, but I''m sorry." The tone of grade one is full of heartache.


    Yan hang took a look at the door. Today, he was wearing the same pair of old street shoes as before, but He made a visual inspection. He should not be able to wear his own shoes.


    "Otherwise," Yan hang took out his mobile phone, "junior one, you..."


    Those girls like the first day of junior high school very much. They make the first day of junior high school appear on camera several times. It''s estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If anyone is crazy and brushes a yacht, they can even change their clothes.


    On the first day of junior high school, not only are the shoes so old that people are speechless, but also the clothes on the body are school uniforms all the time, and some places are washed transparently.


    "No, no," Chuichi quickly understood his meaning and reached out to stop him, "No."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "I have, I have shoes, new ones." Junior one said.


    "And you wear them every day?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s not bad," Chuyi added with a smile. "Tomorrow, it will be changed."


    Yan hang didn''t insist any more, but he didn''t quite understand: "do your parents have a job?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school nodded, "but when my mother went to work, the water station and water station closed down. My father drove and drove for people."


    "That shouldn''t be..." Yan hang even more did not understand, "driving how also has several thousand yuan a month?"


    "Well," he said, holding his chin, "I don''t know."


    Yan hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang.


    He straightened up abruptly, as if he was frightened. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After a long time, the mobile phone reluctantly connected the phone.


    "Hello?" He whispered.


    Yan hang saw that the caller ID said dad.


    "I''m at my classmate''s home," he said to his father on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat Buy the oil, buy it, I''ll go back in a minute. "


    After hanging up the phone, junior one didn''t have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran to the door.


    "Tell you to go home?" Yan hang jumps off the windowsill.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said with a sorry smile, "my mother is angry."


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll go back with you. "Yan hang was a little sorry. After all, he asked the first day of junior high school to come home to drink oil." I''ll explain it to your mother. "


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "don''t worry."


    Yan hang said something behind him, but he didn''t hear it clearly. He hurried away with the oil bucket. After he was sure that Yan hang couldn''t see him, he ran.


    Dad''s back. It''s OK to go back now. Dad will speak for him.


    My mother probably won''t say anything. In general, my mother treats him as nonexistent except asking him to do something. Grandma is the one who worries him most.


    As he turned the corner and ran to his building, someone came out on a bicycle. As he passed by, the man on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.The first day of junior high school was unprepared. With oil in his hand, he fell to the ground.


    "Oh, the stake is so unstable?" The man in the car said a word.


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little surprised to hear this voice. I turned my head and took a look at it. I made sure that it was Liang Bing who would walk around when I was young.


    Except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. The first day of junior high school always thinks that it''s God that he hasn''t gone to prison when he is in his twenties.


    However, Liang Bing hasn''t come back for two or three years. He always thought Liang Bing would not appear again. Unexpectedly, he ran into Liang Bing again without any preparation.


    "Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school talked, got up, patted his pants, and continued to run with oil.


    "I''ll see you in two days!" Liang Bing laughed and yelled at the back.


    When he took the key, he found that his left palm had scratched a large piece of skin when he was just supporting the ground. He nervously raised his hand and looked at his sleeve. There was a hole in his elbow.


    He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and opened the door lightly.


    The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the light is not on, you can''t see clearly.


    He went into the room, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he heard grandma''s voice.


    "You''re back in the fuckin ''wave!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn''t stop a plastic cup filled with water that grandma smashed. It hurt my forehead.


    Fortunately, it''s not my grandfather''s stainless steel one.


    "It''s normal to go to a classmate''s home for a meal," my father came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "If you don''t come back for dinner next time, remember to tell the family."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "Waiting for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it Grandma came over, pushed dad away and slapped him on the back.


    "You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I''m addicted to beating people!"


    "What! You are in charge of your mother Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "you won''t teach me to teach for you, and you''re shaking with me!"


    Mom smashed the cup on the table and entered the room.


    "Come on." Dad tried to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened a crack in the door, mom pushed it from inside and closed it again. Without waiting for Dad to screw it again, she locked the lock inside.


    Dad hesitated for a moment and had to turn around to push junior one into the kitchen and close the door.


    Grandma didn''t break into the kitchen and began to scold.


    "You, too. Why did you suddenly go to the classmate''s house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad whispered.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. He didn''t want to talk about her quarreling with others in the street.


    "I bought you a suit, for a while..." Dad took a look at the kitchen door. When grandma''s voice came in, it seemed that the door didn''t exist. "I''ll give it to you after your grandma scolded you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Dad has a good temper, or I don''t know how to sum up my father''s character in junior high school. Since I was young, I never saw my father angry. I always tried in vain to persuade him to fight and make people calm down, but I can''t do anything about it.


    Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and on the first day of junior high school, she stood in the kitchen with her father in a daze.


    Until grandma scolded tired and began to find fault with grandpa in the TV series, Dad patted him on the shoulder: "I''ll take the clothes for you to see."


    I nodded at first.


    Dad went out. He didn''t move for a long time. I guess he couldn''t get into the house.


    As soon as I turned around and looked out of the window, I waited for a while before my father came back to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "come on, try it."


    The first day of junior high school took out the clothes from the bag. It''s a set of sweatshirt. It''s light gray and pretty.


    When he shakes off his clothes, he knows it''s too small, but he still takes off his school uniform and puts them on.


    "It''s like Small? " Dad said awkwardly.


    "Yes." I pulled my sleeve.


    The sleeves are short and the clothes are a little short, but if you don''t zip up, you can make do with it.


    The pants are also short. You can''t bend your legs, or you''ll pull out the legs.


    "My son''s legs are too long." Dad said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Dad is the only one in the family who won''t scold him, beat him and smile at him. But dad doesn''t remember his birthday and what grade he was in. When people ask about it, he tells others that his son is in grade six for three consecutive years.


    So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised.


    "Why don''t you put your trousers here?" Dad said.


    "No," the first day of junior high school said, "you can wear it, thanks, thanks dad."


    "Then be dressed in? Or change it first? " Dad asked."Wear it." Junior one said he didn''t want to change clothes in the kitchen again.


    When she came out of the kitchen, grandma gave a sneer.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to his grandfather''s house. Now there was no one in the house. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. His mother called out: "water!"


    He went back and poured a glass of water into the room.


    "Are you going to eat at your classmate''s house today?" Asked the mother.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to have dinner?" Mother asked again.


    Junior one didn''t answer.


    "Be careful that they will trap you. Maybe they will give you some antidote. You can pull it in a moment." Mother frowned and said.


    Chu Yi turned around and went out into the next room.


    Sitting on the small bed for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.


    Inside is a pair of sports shoes. It''s new. My mother bought them for him during the Chinese new year, because now they are not broken, so he hasn''t worn them.


    -Have you been scolded?


    Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi and then lay down on the sofa.


    I have to go out tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job.


    He didn''t care about the job in the coffee shop, but he had to go out and look for a job. First, he didn''t have much money on hand, and second, he was bored.


    Dad didn''t give him any money recently. I guess he didn''t get any money.


    But Yan Hang is more concerned about today''s dad''s state when he looks at his mobile phone and goes out, which is not the same as usual.


    But he couldn''t figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox couldn''t be seen at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years, and Yan hang could still feel what was wrong.


    The uneasiness of being pressed in my heart for quite a long time and not rising again came up.


    -No


    he got back to him on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looked at the news and couldn''t find a place to talk.


    -Do you always run at night?


    The first day of junior high school sent another message.


    -Well,


    when Yan hang looked at the news he had sent back, he was also in a state of death.


    Fortunately, the first day of junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.


    -I also often run at night


    - I see you can run well


    - are you running today? I''ll take you to run, I know where to run


    - OK, what time, where


    - I''ll call you


    - OK


    Yan hang waited for a while, but he was not talking on the first day of junior high school, so he put down his cell phone.


    As soon as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my cell phone rang again.


    -Do you still have those shoes?


    -¡£¡£¡£¡£ I went to have a look


    Yan hang got up helplessly, and his obsession with these shoes made him feel the impulse to pick up the shoes and wash them.


    -Still


    - can you get it back?


    Yan hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and went out.


    There are a lot of people coming and going on the street. He can only make a quick decision. The longer he grinds by the garbage can, the more attractive he will be.


    However, it didn''t look so good when I walked over and picked up my shoes. Several people saw it.


    What a bullshit! These are my own fuckin ''shoes!


    Yan hang went back to his room and threw his shoes on the ground. He gave a voice to Chuyi: "I''ve got them back."


    -Are you sure you don''t want it?


    "No, just tell me what you want to do," said Yan hang. "It''s not easy for me to go out and pick it up."


    -If you don''t want it, give it to me.


    Yan hang wanted to say that you might be too big, but he didn''t say it in the end. Adding an insole is better than his current pair.


    -OK, you can pick it up in the evening.


    - OK, thank you.


    looking at the serious Reply of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang fell back on the sofa: "ah..."


    Fear.


    Yan hang has been reluctant to face up to his emotions.


    I''m afraid.


    Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.


    All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


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 Chapter 43

    This is the anti-theft chapter. If you can''t see it, don''t worry. The text will be automatically replaced in an hour. Moda is not happy that Yan hang wants to occupy his exclusive tree hole, but he still nods: "I make a noise."


    Yan hang shouldn''t care about his broken tree hole. Maybe he won''t be interested in playing once. If he has a bad brain, he will come here to talk about it.


    "I''m so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.


    The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.


    But junior one didn''t laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn''t want to make anyone unhappy.


    Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.


    This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.


    He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?


    He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn''t notice.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."


    "Oh." Chuichi smiles.


    "Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.


    "You''re quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I don''t know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes."


    "Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what''s the speed


    "Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and stared at him.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say anything. Yan Hang''s fighting power was very strong. He didn''t have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan hang probably couldn''t understand the speed of escape.


    "You save my phone, add a friend," Yan hang thought, took out his mobile phone, "if you have something, you can find me."


    He didn''t make a sound on the first day of junior high school. He thought Yan hang was a little strange.


    In his memory, it seems that he never met someone who would treat himself so It doesn''t seem to be to further humiliate his strangers.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang looked at him, "no cell phone?"


    "Yes." Junior one hesitated.


    "Have you been bullied out of the shadow?" Yan hang narrowed his eyes impatiently. "I want to rob your mobile phone. Do you still need to ask you to take it out? I can''t even take your mobile phone, your clothes and your cigarette for three minutes. "


    Yan Hang''s attitude made him a little nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone.


    "I''ll sweep you." Yan hang nodded a few times on his mobile phone.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I pressed my cell phone.


    Then they both looked at the dark screen of the mobile phone in silence.


    Five seconds later, Yan hang couldn''t help saying, "I don''t usually ask people like this..."


    Are you mentally handicapped?


    "Wait." First day, I rubbed my nose.


    "What are you waiting for?" Yan hang said, "wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"


    "Well," Chuichi nodded solemnly. Just as Yan hang wanted to turn around and walk away, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "lit up."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Do you use your own ideas? " Yan hang asked.


    "Cow, cow force?" Junior one looked up at him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    The first point is the wechat icon on the desktop.


    Yan hang put his mobile phone together to prepare to scan, but he got into the waiting.


    Five seconds later, the wechat interface was displayed, and then ten seconds later, Yan hang took back the mobile phone he was ready to scan, holding his arm and looking at the mobile phone he was communicating with on the first day of junior high school.


    The picture has changed. The first time I poked it, then I waited, and finally I pointed out the QR code.


    Yan hang sighed and swept his locked mobile phone: "it''s time to change it."


    "Also, it can be used," Chuyi smiles and looks at the mobile phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."


    "Heaven." Yan hang helped him finish.


    "That sounds good." Junior one said.


    Yan hang took a look at the nickname of the first day of junior high school, which was a simple "1". He couldn''t see it if he didn''t pay attention. He wanted to compliment politely, but he didn''t know where to start.


    "Let''s run for our lives. Let''s see what the speed is." Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    "I''ll go back, home." Junior one said, shaking the bag in his hand.


    This proposal sounds like what he just said to the tree cave should be the voice of his heart. Yan Hang is probably very boring.


    Yan hang looked at the bag and said, "am I right? Little kids still smoke. Buy one. ""Running errands." Junior one said.


    "For your grandmother?" Yan hang asked. Thinking about it, he gave a thumbs up, "your grandmother has a lot of character."


    Junior one didn''t speak, not very happy.


    "You go back," Yan hang waved, "I ran for my life."


    On the first day of junior high school, he turned around with a bag and walked no more than two steps. Yan Hang''s voice came back: "is there many people running on this road?"


    The first day of junior high school: "no one."


    "Why, the environment is not so good..." Yan hang ran to his side and turned his head to talk. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head. Maybe he stepped on the pit and staggered for two steps


    "Because," junior one looked at him, "he would fall."


    Because there are no lights, the river is still rancid, the road is still rotten, and the legend is still haunted.


    There are many reasons, but junior one can''t express as freely as he thought. He usually chooses short words.


    "Come on, let''s go." Yan hang estimated that he was very depressed, moving his ankles and running forward.


    On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and walked slowly along the wall. When I got downstairs, a car honked its horn behind me.


    Although he felt that his position could not be still in the way, he still gave way to the side and pushed his shoulder against the wall.


    "Dog!" He was called by a nickname.


    On the first day of junior high school, I turned my head and saw a white car behind me. The window of the copilot was put down and there was a round smiling face inside.


    "Auntie." He went over.


    Little aunt is er Ping, not his own aunt, but his cousin. Grandma is little aunt''s own aunt.


    However, the relationship between the two families has not been good. Grandma and aunt quarrel when they meet. Little aunt and mother fight from childhood to adulthood, but junior one likes her very much.


    "Just wanted to call you out," my aunt got out of the car, "where have you been?"


    Chuyi shook the bag in his hand.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandma again?" My aunt said.


    I nodded at first.


    "Come on, get in the car." My aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school, I got into the car and said hello to my uncle.


    "Is the dog growing? It''s higher than the Spring Festival, isn''t it My little uncle said.


    "Hallucination, hallucination." Junior one said.


    "It''s a little higher. It''s the third day of the next semester, and the little boys are all scurrying now." my aunt also got on the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "here, my aunt gave it to you."


    The first day of junior high school is a mobile phone without opening it.


    During the Spring Festival, my aunt said that she would give him a mobile phone. For this, my mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the lunar new year. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt felt that my mother had something wrong with her.


    "Take it," said the little aunt. "If your mother asks, she says I gave it. She''s going to smash it. You tell me, I''ll buy you another one."


    "Thank you, auntie." Junior one said.


    "You''re welcome. My aunt just wants you to be like other children," she looked at him and sighed, "evil."


    As soon as I looked out of the window of the car, my aunt always talked with him for a while. But today, because he came out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree cave and talked with Yan hang for a while. It''s a lot longer than the normal time. He''s afraid that if he doesn''t go back, grandma will get angry.


    But the little aunt just came, if he said he wanted to leave, he was afraid that the little aunt would not be happy.


    This kind of tangle makes him very helpless, low head is picking gently on mobile phone box.


    "Go back," my aunt said, "just come out and buy a cigarette. If you go back late, your grandmother should be crazy again."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the garbage can and removed the mobile phone box, took out the mobile phone and accessories, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, threw away the box, and then entered the corridor.


    As soon as the door opened, grandma''s voice burst out from the crack of the door: "the old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"


    "No, not necessarily." Junior one whispered.


    "What are you talking about?" Grandma came with the dog in her arms.


    "No The first day of junior high school, he raised his hand to protect his head, and handed the bag with the other hand.


    Grandma took the cigarette, turned around and walked two steps, then turned back: "where''s the money back! You want to swallow my money, don''t you


    Junior one pointed to the bag: "inside."


    Grandma was worried about smoking, so she didn''t scold him any more. She threw the dog on the ground and walked away.


    The dog was an old dog. She threw it on the ground and rolled to the wall without stopping.


    The first day of junior high school, I picked it up and put it back into its own nest. Then I pinched its paws.


    "Pour a glass of water." Mom said something behind her.


    As soon as I got up, I washed my hands and poured a glass of water for my mother.


    "Do your homework," my mother gave him a squint, "midterm exam to test a 20 points back, I''ll mount the wall for you."


    On the first day of junior high school, he sat down at his desk and turned on the desk lamp.relaxed.


    Although he doesn''t like to go to school and do his homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that completely belongs to him.


    As soon as the light came on, all the unhappiness, nervousness and fear disappeared.


    There is no rule about when he should go to bed at home. He usually goes to bed after his grandmother and grandfather have finished snoring.


    Today, my grandfather went to live in his aunt''s house, so my grandmother''s snoring was a little thin, and she didn''t have the usual momentum.


    Junior one took out the mobile phone, aunt hand is very generous, but this mobile phone he did not dare to use.


    As long as he dares to take it out, mom can see it at a glance.


    Mom sees people and looks at her mobile phone first. By the way, is it apple?


    In my mother''s opinion, only apple can be regarded as a mobile phone. Pears, bananas and sugarcane are rubbish.


    Junior one took out his mobile phone, picked out the mobile phone card and installed it in the new mobile phone.


    When he turned on the phone, he suddenly thought of something. He jumped up, covered his cell phone in his stomach and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he found that there was no music on.


    Although not very used to, but this mobile phone is very easy to use, first day squatting in the toilet, holding the mobile phone.


    The previous mobile phone was eliminated by Dad. It had been used for three years before it was eliminated, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He tried to provide the mobile phone like his ancestors, but still could not stop it from entering the stage of mind communication.


    Squatting a little tired, first day sat on the ground, tossed for a long time to open the wechat.


    The speed is swishing.


    He looked at the circle of friends, the latest several are sent by students, he never participated in the discussion, it is estimated that his classmates have not remembered his friends and he.


    Usually, he seldom looks at his circle of friends, but today he keeps turning down. Maybe his mobile phone is too quick to stop.


    I also saw a circle of friends sent by my mother in the afternoon.


    A few pictures, all of them are bags. You can see that they were taken on the display shelf in the store. They are also very clear. Even his local goods can recognize Lv.


    One more sentence.


    -Guess how much these bags cost?


    The first day of junior high school sighed. This circle of friends must be divided into groups, at least blocking her two Ping family.


    But it still embarrassed him.


    So he quickly turned down.


    The day of torture.


    He stopped, and then he reacted. It''s not that the mobile phone reacts too fast to keep turning down.


    -Time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.


    in his circle of friends, Yan Hang''s content is almost like crossing from another world.


    He ordered into Yan Hang''s photo album.


    The frequency of Yan Hangfa''s circle of friends is about once a day, but he only sees the second one.


    -My solid pervades the sky when the night falls.


    Then he stepped back and took his cell phone.


    Yan Hang''s circle of friends is all English, not a single Chinese word.


    Very advanced.


    It''s much more advanced than those people like Li Zihao.


    After playing with a mobile phone, junior one changed the phone card back to his old one and hid the new one in the drawer of his desk.


    Yan hang ran along the road by the river and turned from a small horizontal alley.


    Before there was no street lamp, it was OK to step on the pit while running. It was easy to have a lamp. He saw a piece of garbage near the river bank that could soon complete the task of land reclamation.


    I probably know why no one has come here to run. After two months, it''s hot, and it''s not sure what it''s like.


    Junior one actually picked a tree hole in such a place, which is quite creative.


    For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.


    After running out of the alley, he lost his way.


    Standing on a small street he had never seen in so many days since he moved here, fortunately, he didn''t run much for a while. Even if he lost his way, it would not be too far from where he lived.


    He took out his cell phone, turned on the navigation and looked at the map.


    I found my way back at a glance.


    It''s hard for him to get lost when he was five years old and he could read maps and go to strange cities, towns and even villages with his father.


    Maybe that''s why.


    Most of the time, before he has a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment, he leaves again. After a long time, he will not be familiar with the new environment.


    Anyway, I will leave. If I get lost, I will get lost. If I forget, I will not remember.


    When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be dad.However, he habitually and cautiously opened the door and asked, "Lao Yan?"


    "MEDA." Dad''s voice came from the door.


    Yan hang pushed the door open and his father was sitting on the sofa watching TV.


    "Have you eaten yet?" He asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol. "Hurt?"


    "Well," Dad raised his arm, "I didn''t eat. How about some food? Beef chops or something


    The arm can still move, that is, the injury is not serious.


    "How dare you," Yan hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "or I''ll return the 154 card to you, and you can order it."


    "That little piece of silver is enough." Dad stretched and fell on the sofa.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang said, "I bought some spaghetti to make you a pasta with beef steak?"


    "OK," my father nodded, "our prince''s skill is to make boiled water fragrant. After all, he is the future chef who wants to enter the western food industry."


    "Sounds like a curse." Yan hang took the materials into the kitchen.


    Yan Hang''s craftsmanship is really good, which he knows very well without saying.


    Dad said that we should be brave to face our own advantages. The real advantages don''t need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of ourselves.


    Yan hang turned on the gas stove and began to make pasta.


    Dad said a lot of things, just like a psycho, but he remembered everything he needed to remember.


    Very obedient prince.


    Yan hang sighed softly.


    The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen. It might be difficult for him to change the kitchen utensils. However, Yan hang didn''t have this kind of distress. He was always using the utensils that were not easy. There was no comparison at all.


    Back in the living room, dad was asleep on the sofa.


    He went over with his good face, hesitated for a moment, put his hand to Dad''s ear and snapped his fingers.


    Pop!


    Then he stepped back quickly.


    But still slow, dad did not open his eyes, a hand to grasp his wrist, did not wait for him to break free, has been a twist a pressure.


    Sour, painful and numb feeling suddenly ran to the shoulder, he can only follow down, in order to protect the hands of the face, had to kneel on one knee and yelled: "I!"


    Dad opened his eyes, released his hand, and picked a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I want to attack your father secretly, but it''s still tender, little hanghang."


    "Eat quickly." Yan hang put the noodles on the tea table and kneaded his arms to sit beside him.


    Dad got up, took the plate, smelled it, and ate it slowly. The expression on his face was very enjoyable.


    Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked down. He opened wechat, a lot of news. He didn''t want to read it, so he directly ordered the picture of junior one.


    The head portrait of junior one is as simple as his nickname. It''s a "1" with black characters on a white background.


    After entering the album, Yan hang was silent again.


    All the words of the child probably came out when he put his face on the hole in the tree.


    There are no photos, no words in the circle of friends.


    Only one small expression, and only one at a time.


    A row down, a string of small expressions slide.


    It seems to be lonely with care.


    "By the way, you may stay a little longer this time. If you want to work," Dad took a card like thing out of his pocket and threw it at him, "use this."


    Yan hang didn''t even have time to look away from the mobile phone screen, so he reached out to catch the card in Yu Guangli.


    It''s an ID card.


    Every time they stay in a place for a long time, Yan hang will go to work, and his father will give him a fake certificate, and he will get one himself.


    I don''t know if it''s for freshness. Every time I use a different name.


    This time, too, Yan hang looked at the card in his hand.


    It''s his picture. That''s right.


    Name: Yan Jidao???


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


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 Chapter 44

    This is the anti-theft chapter. Don''t worry if you can''t see it. The text will be replaced automatically in an hour. Although he hasn''t seen it live several times.


    In his old age, his mobile phone couldn''t accept the new thing of live broadcasting. Every time he went in, it would get stuck as if he was using 2G traffic, and then it would freeze. He couldn''t slow down without pulling the battery.


    Today''s live broadcast of Yan hang, he wanted to watch the live broadcast for a while, but the time was not enough. He came out to buy oil.


    My mother doesn''t buy oil in the supermarket. She wants to go to the vegetable market to buy a large barrel of split packing because it''s cheap.


    The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time. However, he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan hang for a long time. Now if he doesn''t run to the vegetable market again, he will be overtime for a long time.


    Although his mother won''t beat him, he is not willing to face his mother''s gloomy face.


    "Oil?" Yan hang looked at him, "isn''t there any supermarket?"


    "Expensive." Junior one said.


    "To go to the market?" Yan hang asked.


    Just a little bit.


    "Then you go." Yan hang looked at the time.


    The first day of junior high school stood up and looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he didn''t find the word.


    "Well?" Yan hang was puzzled by him. "Don''t tell me there is a pen in the river."


    "No Chuyi started to laugh, turned around and ran down the road.


    The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn''t dare to use it. My mother always signed the pen from the water station, blue, red and black. He had to use it.


    He has hidden this pen all the time. If he didn''t want to thank Yan hang, he would not remember this pen. Maybe he would forget that mobile phone in the future.


    It''s best to forget what you can''t have, or you will feel uncomfortable when you think of it. This is his experience.


    On the first day of junior high school, I run all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel very tired running like this, but I don''t think it''s far away now.


    Probably because the pen was sent out.


    He doesn''t have a chance to give gifts. He won''t call his classmates for birthdays or anything. He will give gifts to his parents I did.


    In primary school, he saved a long time of pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them, and bought a scarf for his mother to make her happy.


    Like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.


    Mom didn''t get it.


    Finally, grandma took the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a big fight. She returned the scarf and bought cigarettes. When she got home, because she didn''t get a refund, she had another fight with grandma.


    After that, he didn''t think about giving any more presents.


    This time, he was determined to give Yan hang a gift.


    Li Zihao throws away his pen. He looks for a pen in the mud. It doesn''t matter to him. What he worries about all the time is that Yan hang doesn''t want it.


    But Yan hang took it and saw with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the smelly mud. He even wiped it with paper without washing it.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Yan Hang is very nice.


    From the vegetable market to buy the oil designated by my mother, the first day of junior high school to carry back.


    When he ran past Yan Hang''s building, he also looked over there. The window of Yan Hang''s living room was facing the street. There was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were closed.


    Maybe Yan hang hasn''t come back yet.


    The first day of junior high school slowed down. The oil was heavy. I was a little tired after running all the way.


    My mother didn''t call to urge him, which means that time is still within the tolerance range But when he turned the corner and could see his own building, he knew why his mother didn''t call him.


    I don''t think so.


    You can hear grandma''s voice from a long distance.


    I can''t hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it on the first day of junior high school.


    All of a sudden, the whole person felt out of breath, and the pace became slower and slower.


    He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart that he would finish the scolding quickly, finish it quickly, and finish it before he went downstairs.


    But just as the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayer in his heart never succeeded.


    And today''s reality is far from his expectation.


    Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.


    Her coat had been taken off, her bare arms were crossed, and she could be seen in white from the crowd.


    On the first day of junior high school, he stopped and leaned against the wall.


    But I didn''t get away from other people''s eyes.


    "First day of junior high school!" Someone called his name with a smile, "you''re not going to get your grandmother home yet!"


    "She''ll take off her pants no matter how late it is!" Someone said with a smile.


    Junior one bowed his head and made no sound.


    He didn''t know what grandma was doing today and who she was fighting with. He only knew that in the eyes of the neighbors, such a scene would be staged once in a few months.Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.


    This includes their school.


    When Yan hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "what''s the smell?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can you still smell it? " Yan hang raised his foot and looked at the sole.


    "Yes," Dad said, "did you fight with someone in the cesspool?"


    "After dinner, don''t lose your appetite." Yan hang took off his shoes and put them next to the garbage can at the door. He saw an old man coming over twice a day to look through the garbage.


    "The people in the class are smart." Dad said.


    "I''m unemployed." Yan hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, he felt the pen in his pocket, hesitated, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then turned in to wash it twice.


    "You can''t get money for a day, can you?" Dad didn''t ask him why he lost his job.


    "Can you get it? It''s not enough for noodles." Yan hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.


    This is a silver pike pen. Although it looks very old, it''s very delicate.


    As a pen, Yan hang has no interest. He doesn''t use a pen much. After all, he only went to primary school. He likes to use a pencil.


    But as a gift, it feels different.


    "What is it?" Dad asked.


    "Can''t you see what this is?" Yan hang shook his pen at him.


    "I can''t believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.


    "It''s from someone else." Yan hang said.


    "For you?" Dad was a little surprised. "Is that the kid you''re talking about?"


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "what would you like to eat at noon?"


    "Pizza." Dad said.


    Yan hang took a look at him.


    "I thought the oven in the kitchen would work, so I bought the materials," Dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I wanted you to make it at night. Now that you''re unemployed, I''ll have it at noon."


    Yan hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.


    "OK," said Yan hang, "I''ll buy some green pepper bacon or something."


    "Another bottle of red wine." Dad added.


    "Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan hang said.


    "Celebrate that you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He opened the door and went out.


    The gift was received.


    Friends?


    First day of junior high school?


    Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friend. He is not very clear about what kind of relationship and how deep it is.


    But junior one, should not be friends.


    Words have not said a few words, friends at least have to be able to chat, let him talk with junior one son estimated to suffocate.


    Go out and turn left. There is a life supermarket along the road. Yan hang has been shopping there these days. It''s quite complete and inexpensive. All the residents in this area are shopping here. It seems that everyone''s income is almost the same. He doesn''t particularly understand that his mother has to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school was very obedient. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil


    It''s a big barrel.


    Yan hang stood at the door of the supermarket, looking at the first day of junior high school coming to him, and the bucket of oil in his hand, almost catching up with the size of the bucket of water dispenser.


    But the direction of junior one is obviously opposite to his going home.


    Yan hang didn''t move. He looked at junior one coming slowly with his head down. He seemed a little depressed. He didn''t have an expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t see him all the time. He just bowed his head and walked forward. As he passed by, Yan hang couldn''t help reaching for his head and bouncing: "ah."


    Junior one turned his head.


    "Don''t you go home?" Yan hang said.


    "Let''s go first, let''s go, let''s go." Junior one said.


    "Walking with oil?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "keep fit, keep fit."


    Yan hang sometimes didn''t quite understand what kind of mentality he was in when he was obviously depressed.


    "Is someone blocking you in front of you?" Yan hang asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "they have a rest at the weekend."


    "Then take a walk." Yan hang didn''t know what else to say, so he turned and entered the supermarket.


    There are many people in the supermarket. Yan hang grabs some green peppers in the crowd and takes a package of laver.


    When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that the first day of junior high school was following him with the bucket of 800 Jin oil.


    "Fuck," Yan hang was startled, "what are you doing?"


    "For a walk." Junior one said.


    "Don''t you come in with this and save it?" Yan hang looked at the oil in his hand. "There''s oil here too. I won''t let you out for a while.""This is three, three no," the first day of junior high school turned the barrel, there is no label on it, "it''s OK."


    Yan hang sighed, conveniently took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: "put it in, carry it, I look tired."


    Chuyi put the oil bucket into the basket and continued to follow him with the basket.


    After taking the red wine, Yan hang continued to look for bacon. Without bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon and so on.


    There must be something happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang didn''t have the habit of asking questions. If he didn''t say a word, he wouldn''t ask. If he was Dad, he wouldn''t even ask.


    When he came out to buy good things, he took a look at the first day of junior high school. It seemed that the first day of junior high school didn''t mean to go home with oil, but he didn''t follow him any more, so he went on.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    I look back.


    "Have you eaten yet?" Yan hang asked a piece of rubbish.


    "Later, drink oil." Junior one said.


    "Go to my house and have a drink," said Yan hang. "I''ll get you a cup."


    "Fang, is it convenient?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang found that some aspects of junior high school students were honest. At this time, he didn''t even refuse.


    Very good.


    Dad was a little surprised when he went out to buy a dish and came back with a man carrying oil.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang introduced, "is the child who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."


    "Welcome, I''m Yan Jidao, his father, Yan Shu," his father warmly extended his hand to the first day of junior high school "Oil?"


    At the beginning, he was stunned. He reached out and shook hands with him: "uncle, OK."


    "He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan said. "The first day of the new year, he came to fight."


    In fact, there was nothing to start with. He was just afraid that junior one would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu''s nonsense.


    "Good." On the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the oil bucket, changed the slippers, and then put several pairs of shoes in order.


    Yan hang takes a look at his father, and his father is also looking at him. It''s obvious that the easy move of the first day of junior high school surprised him.


    "Let''s go straight." Yan hang took the mobile phone rack to the desk and put on a mask.


    "Is there anyone to see it?" First day of junior high school.


    "I can''t get through this, can I?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s gone." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang ignored him and adjusted his mobile phone to the materials on the desk.


    Junior one looks at Yan Hang''s hand.


    After someone came in the studio, the screen was brushing all the time.


    Yan Hang''s hands are really beautiful, especially when he moves.


    Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little distracted, not only by Yan Hang''s hands, but also by Yan Hang''s knife work.


    Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every action is flowing, without any unnecessary pause and hesitation.


    The screen is very busy. I took time to take a glance at it.


    -Brother Xiaotian, don''t be so cool. Let''s talk about the steps and essentials.


    - silent cooking series


    - suddenly quit the live series


    - I see anyone else?


    -I also saw


    - someone


    stepped back on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang took a look at him, reached for his mobile phone, turned the camera to him and said, "this is the man."


    -Handsome boy


    - cooking together!!!!


    -I suddenly had an unorthodox guess...


    Did not wait for the beginning of a face of consternation adjustment, Yan hang put the phone back, continue to deal with the material: "baking pan to me."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    "There''s nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza," Yan said. "If you want to eat, chop it up, slice the cheese, and bake it."


    Yan hang put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: "after a while, you can eat it."


    The first day of junior high school hasn''t recovered, he has quit the live broadcast.


    "Over, over?" First day of junior high school.


    "There''s another one," Yan hang turned to continue his busy work. "The same content will not be broadcast."


    "No one''s watching anyway," Dad said, leaning over the kitchen door. "Hell, the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don''t even bother to brush presents."


    "Who said that," Yan hang said while cutting green pepper silk, "someone just brushed the plane."


    "Why?" Dad said, "my hand slipped?"


    Yan hang took a look at Chu: "probably The first day of the new year. "


    Dad was happy and laughed for a long time: "this is for junior one."


    "Go out and eat." Yan hang sighed.Dad went back to the living room with a smile and continued to watch his local news.


    "You want it, do you want it?" The first day of junior high school asked in a soft voice, as if a little embarrassed.


    "What do you want?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "Face." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I''ve cut you up together?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "I," Chuichi pointed to himself, "my face."


    "You wait," Yan hang put down his knife, holding the desk in his hand, "I''ll understand first."


    "If you, want, want a gift," junior one explains, "you can..."


    "I see," Yan hang interrupted him, looking at him for a long time without saying anything. After putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, "you''re not repaying your kindness, are you?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "You..." Yan hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to go on.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s that?" Yan hang asked.


    "You''re not polite, gift," Chuichi whispered, "poor thing."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go away Yan hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, "fuck."


    Junior one leans against the wall and looks at the oven with Yan hang.


    It can''t be said to be repaying kindness, or simply trying to express one''s emotions.


    For Yan hang, some things are not deliberately done, just casual, but for him, the feeling is not the same.


    But he did not dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan hang would be baffled, or that he wanted to seek protection.


    He doesn''t need anyone to protect him. He just wants someone to communicate with him normally.


    Yan hang was able to give him such an exchange. Although he didn''t know how long it would last, he still cherished it.


    After two pizzas were baked, Yan hang made another soup. On the first day of junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.


    Yan hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of grade one. Grade one didn''t ask him where to put the things. It seemed that he didn''t deliberately observe them. But before Yan hang spoke, he had done them all.


    Yan hang can''t say what it''s like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met many people and is very sensitive to many things.


    The first day of junior high school is different from the general discerning children. It gives him the feeling that he can''t find any mistakes carefully and makes everyone satisfied seriously and naturally.


    "Would you like some for the first time?" Uncle Yan opened a red wine.


    "No, not at all." Junior one said.


    "Taste it," Uncle Yan poured him a little, "lick it."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    Except for the memory of going to relatives, classmates or friends for dinner during the Spring Festival, he has no memory.


    And working together in the kitchen, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented, the first bite of pizza, feel very comfortable.


    "Do you live near here?" Asked Uncle Yan.


    "Well," Chu nodded, "go further, forward, Lunan."


    "Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there," Uncle Yan said with a smile, remembering that he touched Yan hang with his arm. "Just when I came back at noon today, I saw an old lady with bare arms and quarreling with others over there. She was very tough, and I didn''t even have fun watching it."


    "Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school shakes his hand with the pizza.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


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 Chapter 45

    This is the anti-theft seal. Don''t worry if you can''t see it. The text will be replaced automatically in an hour. Today, my father is at home. He made two copies when he made breakfast.


    "What''s breakfast?" Dad got up earlier than him. He had already gone out and came back.


    "Prawns and eggs." Yan hang takes the plate to him.


    "I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up the fork to poke open the egg skin, and then looked at him, "prawns?"


    "Shrimp, diced egg and rice." Yan hang corrected his statement again.


    ¡°¡­¡­ How can you prove that it''s a prawn when it''s all diced Dad''s not happy.


    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


    "Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.


    If he didn''t have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.


    Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.


    It''s OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can''t.


    He''s going to walk away in a hurry.


    That''s how you see money as Baba.


    I''ve been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn''t save money, so he doesn''t have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.


    His way of making money is to work. He doesn''t know the way his father makes money.


    I''m not willing to find out.


    "Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.


    "Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.


    As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".


    Yan hang looks at her.


    "Don''t do it. Don''t do it. My cell phone There''s no electricity Said the little girl.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything


    "I don''t have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.


    When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.


    After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."


    The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee.


    "Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.


    "What?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.


    "I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.


    "Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."


    Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.


    "I''ll pay attention next time." He said.


    "Don''t pay attention, it''s very good," said boss Li. "It''s good to sell one more cup of coffee. It''s good to have the spirit of making every penny."


    "Ah." Yan hang nodded.


    Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn''t know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.


    He hasn''t been working this year. He''s not used to standing for such a long time. He won''t be tired after running for two hours. It''s tiring to stand for several hours.


    As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.


    Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.


    This state, he will generally use running to adjust.


    Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it''s very comfortable.


    But it''s not easy to run at this time. It''s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It''s probably just the road by the river that''s full of holes.


    The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.


    No running, no running.


    When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn''t decide whether to run here or not.


    The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".


    After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.


    However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.


    Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.


    And it looks like it''s bending over to find something.


    Treasure hunter?


    Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.


    A second later he froze.


    The treasure hunter is junior one.


    Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn''t plan to have any more contact with the child.


    I didn''t expect it would be like this again.


    He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.


    After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.


    He couldn''t see it any more. He didn''t feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.


    "Ah He called to the bottom.


    There was no response on the first day of junior high school.


    Stuttering is hard to hear.


    Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.


    The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.


    "What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "Come up!" Yan hang called.


    Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.


    At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.


    "Damn it," Yan hang couldn''t bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not


    The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.


    Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?""East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.


    "You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.


    The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It''s not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it''s not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high school


    Yan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road.


    "You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.


    "Yes, I did." Junior one said.


    "What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.


    "Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.


    Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn''t wait until the first day of junior high school.


    He had to add: "notebook ah?"


    "Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.


    "Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.


    Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?


    But


    "You''re just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.


    "Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.


    "Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.


    "Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.


    "Oh." He answered.


    The two fell into silence.


    Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t speak.


    "Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.


    Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.


    Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.


    "Here you are." He handed over the tissue.


    The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.


    "Don''t you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.


    "I''ve never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.


    Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    "Well?" First day of junior high school.


    "Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."


    "Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.


    "I''m stuttering." Junior one said.


    "Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.


    The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."


    Fart.


    Yan hang glanced at him and didn''t ask any more.


    Although it''s not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can''t find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.


    But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.


    But Yan hang didn''t want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn''t have more than five words.


    It''s an exception when you''re talking.


    ¡­¡­ Yan hang couldn''t help but stare at him again.


    It''s amazing.


    After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.


    Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.


    The gold-plated frame can''t hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.


    He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.


    Today, it was still dawn. He didn''t twist his foot and saw the road clearly.


    Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can''t find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t find it.


    By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.


    One dish, one soup.


    Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.


    "See, it''s called prawn. I''m moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"


    Yan hang nodded, very moved.


    My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can''t remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.


    Today, Dad''s mood doesn''t seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn''t say a word. He just drinks with his head down.


    Yan hang was silent.


    It wasn''t until the TV news said today''s date that he regained his mind.


    He didn''t remember the date when he went out in the morning.


    On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.


    He didn''t ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.


    These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.


    He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.


    I''ve already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.


    "No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.


    "I''ll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.


    "I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don''t do it. The prawns will die."


    Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.


    When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.


    Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.


    As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.


    Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"


    Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.


    There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn''t know anything.


    Yan hang didn''t know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.


    Scum one and two.


    At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.


    He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.


    No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.


    When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.


    Rubbish! I think I can''t fight and run!


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


    "All right." Yan hang said."Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


    It''s the same today, but he''s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn''t finished reading two pages.


    Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.


    Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.


    In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.


    But this time, it''s different. It''s still a feeling that I can''t say.


    Yan Hang is a very sensitive person. He can detect many details and emotions. His father also praised him: "our prince''s insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"


    He hoped that he would be a dull man, that he would not feel anything, and that he would not be afraid of anything.


    In fact, he did not speculate about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged a lot of cool jobs for his father.


    Swat, agent, undercover, killer, Ghost Hunter


    Then I stopped thinking about it.


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 Chapter 46

    On the first day of junior high school, he walked around the dormitory. When these people left, they were like fleeing. Everything was thrown in a mess. He put all the things in order, checked the power supply of the windows again, and then took the bag and stuffed two sets of clothes for washing


    To Yan Hang''s house!


    Ha ha ha, I went to Yan Hang''s home!


    Go to Yan Hang''s home for eleven!


    La la la! Ha ha ha!


    The first day of junior high school is picking up his things and bouncing back and forth, waving a few punches at the air from time to time: "Shua! Shua Shua! Shua


    After Shua finished, he came out of the dormitory with his bag on his back, closed the door, locked it, pushed the door again, and made sure it was locked before he ran downstairs.


    There are no students in this dormitory. They are all freshmen. They have been looking forward to going home for a month.


    There are still people in the dormitory downstairs. Some people just came back from dinner and chatted and ate in the corridor.


    If there was no Yan hang, he would have to guard the empty fourth floor alone these days. He was in a daze every day. He couldn''t even find a tree hole here. There was no place to talk. He would have to lie on his bed and write on a small book.


    The first day of junior high school slowed down and suddenly missed the tree and the hole whose edge was polished by his face and hands.


    He is now in a beautiful big city, with Yan hang, mountains, sea and classmates If he went home, he would probably lie on the tree hole and talk for half an hour.


    He didn''t go to the canteen for dinner. When he went to Yan Hang''s home after dinner, it would happen to be the evening rush hour. The bus was too crowded. It''s better to leave early and have Xiao Li''s barbecue.


    After getting on the bus, he sent a message to Yan hang.


    -I got on the bus


    - well, you wait for a while. I''m late from work today


    - don''t worry about me


    as soon as I got back to this news in the beginning, I held my mobile phone and waited for a while. As he said, Yan hang didn''t care about him any more, so he put his mobile phone back in his bag.


    Off the bus, the day has been dark down, blowing from the wind with cool.


    The restaurants on both sides were brightly lit, and the people on the road were in a hurry.


    The first day of junior high school, standing on the roadside, waiting for the green light to cross the street, I feel the kind of panic loneliness that belongs to autumn.


    However, compared with the previous feeling that he wanted to go home in a hurry and still couldn''t get rid of it when he got home, now he can experience the loneliness.


    Behind him is the dormitory. Although all the people have gone home, the wechat on the mobile phone is full of their news. In front of him is Yan Hang''s home. Although Yan hang hasn''t come back, the key is at the security guard.


    He ran across the street and all the way into the neighborhood.


    The security guard at the gate already knew him, smiling when saluting, and the security guard downstairs also knew him.


    "Here comes my brother?" The security guard stood by the grass in the small garden and said hello to him.


    "Well," Chuichi looked at the apple on his hand, "Hey hedgehog, what about it?"


    "Yes," the guard said with a smile, "I''ll get the key for you."


    "No, it''s not urgent," Chuyi tossed his bag behind him. "Where''s the Hedgehog?"


    "Here," the guard squatted down and handed an apple to the grass, "see?"


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, the hedgehog laughs. I''ll see you later. It seems that the change is not too big, but I feel fat. "It''s good to be fat, so much better."


    "It''s autumn. I eat a lot," said the guard. "I''ll have to hibernate then."


    "Where is winter, hibernation?" First day of junior high school.


    "A drill in the grass and wood," the security guard said, "I''ll just pile some grass and leaves for him then."


    I don''t know why the description of the security guard makes junior one feel very gentle. A small hedgehog makes a small space with its own nest, wood, grass and leaves.


    He always wanted to have it, but he never had it.


    Now the dormitory is pretty good. The curtain is my own.


    After watching hedgehog eat three apples, he took the key and went upstairs.


    The warmth of opening the door made him squint comfortably.


    He threw his bag on the sofa, stood on the balcony for a while, then turned into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at it.


    There were a lot of ingredients and condiments in it, but he couldn''t understand them. He wanted to get something to eat and flatter before Yan hang came back. Now looking at the ingredients for Western food in the refrigerator, he had to give up.


    After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to Xiao Li barbecue to pack.


    When Yan hang comes back, they can have a barbecue and watch TV.


    It''s perfect.


    When Yan hang returned to the restaurant, the guests were almost gone, and several waiters were cleaning up.


    "I''ve filled in today''s work diary for you," Zhang Chen handed him the diary. "You see if you have anything to add."


    "Thank you." Yan hang said.


    "What about the guests?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.


    Today, the meal they sent to the guest by the kitchen was not prepared according to the guest''s remarks. He and manager Tang just went to the room to deliver the meal again and apologized."I''m not very happy," Yan hang sighed gently, "or I won''t be tossing about for nearly an hour."


    "I think it''s an old lady. I think it''s good to talk." Zhang Chen put out his tongue.


    "It''s very hard to talk, but there''s no way," Yan hang said, looking at his work log. "What''s wrong is that we Do you still have that kind of tea? Give me a drink. "


    "Wait." Zhang Chen took out his thermos and poured him a cup of tea.


    Yan hang didn''t know what kind of tea it was. Anyway, he put a bunch of flowers and grass in it, and looked like a stick. But it tasted good, and it was refreshing.


    "Ah, brother hang, I ask you," Zhang Chen looked at no one nearby and asked in a low voice, "what''s the matter with you and Ma fool?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looks at her.


    "He told sister Wang that you have an underworld background," Zhang Chen said, laughing. "He also told her group."


    "Does anyone believe it?" Yan hang smiles.


    "Who believe it," Zhang Chen said with a smile, covering his mouth, "the gangsters don''t even have a tattoo."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Why don''t I buy some stickers tomorrow. " Yan hang was very convinced that Zhang Chen judged the underworld in such a simple and crude way.


    "I think so." Zhang Chen nodded.


    "Go and clean it up." Yan hang closed the diary and put it in the drawer.


    Today, he went home about 20 minutes earlier than Yan hang planned. When passing by Xiao Li''s barbecue, he hesitated and took out his mobile phone to ask junior one to come down for a barbecue.


    "Brother, I want to have a barbecue." Uncle came out of the store, leaned against the door and said with a smile.


    "Wave another kerchief." Yan hang said.


    "Don''t come in," the uncle waved, "your brother just came here and ordered a lot to carry back."


    "Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "I don''t lie to you, really," said the uncle. "You can catch him now by running a few steps."


    "Thank you," Yan hang said with a smile, "let me try."


    Yan hang hesitated and ran to the community.


    When entering the gate, he asked the guard, "my brother just entered?"


    The guard nodded and gesticulated: "such a big bag of barbecue makes me hungry."


    Yan hang chased a little further and saw the first day of junior high school walking ahead.


    Holding a big bag of barbecue in one hand and pressing the mobile phone in the other.


    Yan hang took a light step. He quickly leaned over and felt in his pocket, trying to find a murder weapon.


    Finally, I only touched the lighter that I gave him on the first day of junior high school.


    He is still one step away from junior one when he stretched out his arm. Just as he was preparing to pass junior one''s shoulder, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.


    Yan hang was startled.


    The first day of junior high school was also startled and suddenly turned back.


    Yan hang doesn''t care about the phone. The play starts and ends.


    He put a hoop around the shoulder of junior one and put the lighter on the head of junior one: "don''t move."


    "Big, big, big brother, spare my life." At first I was stunned.


    At this time, his stuttering was perfect.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "take out the money."


    "All buy, barbecue," the first day of junior high school said, "or you, you burn, roast, take away."


    Yan hang made a mistake and hit the lighter.


    The little fire came out.


    Then they both smelled a burning smell at the same time, and they were stunned together.


    "Damn it Yan hang quickly took back his hand and put the ignition mechanism on, "where''s Liao?"


    "Hair," he said, and immediately poked his finger in his stomach, "pa!"


    "Ah Yan hang covered his stomach and staggered back two steps. "I didn''t expect you to be such a person..."


    "Pa Pa!" Junior one fired two more shots at him, then put his finger to his mouth and blew.


    Yan hang laughed: "the acting is good."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the


    "When I got on the bus, I thought about it. I''m so crowded that I don''t bother to take out my mobile phone," Yan hang said, holding it. "I just didn''t know..."


    "I hit," the first day of junior high school said, "just after a pass, there was a sound behind me. I jumped."


    "Buy so many barbecues?" Yan hang opened the bag and looked in.


    "Night after night, together," the first day of the new year said, "I see you, there''s beer, beer."


    "Barbecue beer movie," Yan hang said, "is that what you think?"


    "Yes," Chuichi said with a smile, "I haven''t tried, I have."


    "Little wretch," Yan hang put his arm around his shoulder and walked to the other side of the building together. "What else do you have in the past, except to run in the night and buckle your face in the tree hole by the river?"


    "Sit at the desk and be stunned," said junior one. "I can be stunned at night."


    Yan hang sighed."No, after that, I was in the boxing hall," the first day of junior high school said. "I had to fight and clean up when I was working."


    "How much was a month then?" Yan hang asked.


    "One thousand three," junior one thought, "no, one thousand eight."


    "Clean up a thousand eight?" Yan hang glanced at him and said, "who are you hoodwinking?"


    "Once I was taught to practice and let me fight and fight," the first day of junior high school suddenly got a little complacent, "and said that if I won, I would add 500."


    "You won?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." At the beginning, I nodded and suddenly felt as if I had become a boxer.


    A generation of boxers, local dogs.


    "Let''s try to find a place sometime," said Yan hang. "I really have to try to see if you are really so good."


    "If you lose, I''ll let you, let you." Junior one said.


    "What''s your face? If you win, you''re a bull. If you lose, you let me?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Well." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    In fact, whether he fights with others or fights, he will not consider these. Whether he can fight or not, he acquiesces that he can.


    Only Yan hang can''t judge.


    He didn''t see Yan hang fight at all. He fought with others twice, but his opponent''s strength was too weak. Yan hang didn''t have room to play.


    I always feel that Yan hang, like Uncle Yan, is an expert who lives in seclusion in the mountains and doesn''t show up easily.


    When I got home, it was completely dark. The curtains were open inside. I could see the dark sky outside and the lights under the sky.


    The first day of junior high school was a little dazed at the window.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang stood behind him and put his elbow on his shoulder.


    "You," junior one looked at his elbow, "I''m not tall."


    "It''s really good," Yan hang pressed hard on his elbow. "It''s affecting your two meter career?"


    "Our dormitory is the shortest, just me and Wu Xu." Junior one sighed.


    "You should be very happy that someone is shorter than you," Yan hang laughed, turned and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, "go, stand by the wall, I''ll measure it for you."


    On the first day of junior high school, stick it on the wall.


    Yan hang took a book and drew a line on the top of his head.


    Junior one looked up.


    I don''t know why. Every time he sees Yan Hang''s book, he always has a strange feeling. Usually, he doesn''t feel that Yan hang has anything to do with the book.


    Yan Hang is like a swordsman wandering in the river and lake.


    But when I heard Yan hang speak English, sing English songs and watch Before he could see the title of the book clearly, Yan hang took the book away, took a ruler and began to measure it against the wall.


    The first day of junior high school looked at the book with the purple cover: "that''s your mouth, mouth, mouth..."


    Yan hang looked at him and said, "stop."


    The first day of junior high school stopped.


    "I always think that if you go on talking about it, there will be some wonderful words coming out," said Yan hang. "It was recommended to me by a little sister, an interpretation textbook."


    "Interpretation," a pair of unfamiliar words in junior high school have to have a familiar process, "what''s wrong


    Yan hang laughed and said nothing. He looked at the ruler and said, "one hundred and seventy Seven? "


    "Long!" On hearing this, I slapped the wall excitedly, "three! Three centimeters! "


    "As for," Yan hang looked at him, "I don''t know, I think you''ve grown three meters."


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    He was very happy to be long. Before, he didn''t feel much. Grandma said that he was not tall, because his mother was not tall, his father was not tall, and his aunt was worried about it. The reason was that he didn''t keep up with nutrition when he was a child, and he was always frightened.


    So he has been worried since he began to grow up. He is afraid that he will not grow up if he is not careful.


    Now he suddenly found that he was a little higher, and he didn''t want to do any happy work on the sofa, so he watched Yan hang go out and put all the pots and condiments out of the kitchen in front of him.


    Almost finished, he jumped up: "I''ll get it, get it..."


    "Sit down," said Yan hang. "I''m just going to give you an hour. How long can three centimeters make you happy?"


    "You don''t understand." I sat down on the first day of junior high school.


    "There''s something I don''t understand. I didn''t worry at all when I was one meter five." Yan hang turns on the induction cooker.


    "Uncle Yan is tall," thought the first day of junior high school. "Are you still long now?"


    "Nonsense," said Yan hang, "I''m only 19 years old. If I pour some water, I can jump another meter or two."


    Chuichi laughs.


    Yan hang got a projector at home, which can make a big screen on the wall. When he sat on the sofa, he felt like he was sitting in a cinema.


    There''s also a speaker. I''ve been here several times since the first day of junior high school. Today, I found that the two silver sticks next to the TV cabinet are speakers."Yan hang," the first day of junior high school, can''t help worrying, "your money is all so bad, isn''t it


    "Well," Yan hang adjusted the picture and sound effects, and looked at him, "I''m used to spending as much as I can, without leaving any money."


    Junior one sighed.


    "Are you worried about me?" Yan hang said with a smile, "I just wanted to tell you, but I forgot. I asked my colleague about her job, which is a small restaurant. I want to find a special night attendant..."


    "I don''t, I can''t," the first day of junior high school said, "I don''t understand."


    "How many words do the waiters have?" Yan hang said. "They don''t make dinner in the evening. They mainly give the young lovers who go shopping a drink and a snack. They don''t need to talk."


    Junior one did not speak.


    This part-time job is very suitable, he would like to go, but At the thought of the waiter, he was afraid. If the guest asked something, he could not understand what to do.


    "Go and have a try," said Yan hang. "You have to do a lot of things before you know it. You can''t do it. If you don''t do it, you have nothing to worry about."


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for two seconds, then nodded: "OK."


    "Ready to eat," Yan hang put the butter into the pot and put a bunch of kebabs in, "the remote control is in your hand, you can choose a movie to watch."


    When I reached for the remote control, I saw a silver ball on the tea table. There are many small eyes on the ball. It looks very beautiful and has a good texture.


    "What is this, what?" First day of junior high school.


    "A small Bluetooth speaker can also be used as a small night light," said Yan hang, turning on the switch and shaking his hand nearby. A thin yellow light came on in his small eyes. "Don''t you know?"


    "I''ve never seen this, such a high-level thing." The first day of junior high school takes the ball and looks around.


    "I mean you don''t know this..." Yan hang looked at him, "this is a birthday present from Zhou Chunyang."


    "What, what?" The first day of junior high school was stunned.


    "After my birthday, he and his father went to the store for dinner," Yan hang said. "I thought you knew that."


    "I don''t know." Junior one stares at the ball in his hand.


    Zhou Chunyang!


    Those who didn''t stay in the dormitory one night went to Yan Hang''s restaurant!


    Even gave Yan hang a birthday present!


    How did he know Yan Hang''s birthday!


    Oh, I told him.


    Then how could he go quietly to give gifts!


    Why not?


    ¡­¡­ Just can''t!


    Just can''t!


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang touched him and put two strings of mutton on on the plate in front of him. "Are you two in conflict?"


    "No," he said, putting down the alarm clock and biting a bunch of mutton, "does he often go


    "Not often, two or three times, with his father," Yan hang said. "I just knew that his father was a VIP in our hotel."


    "Especially, money." Junior one said.


    "Well, not bad." Yan hang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school, I can''t tell what kind of mood I am in now. I can''t talk about blocking or depression. It seems that it''s not accurate. I always feel stuck in a corner of my body and can''t find where I want to scratch.


    It''s just that it''s not going to work.


    "I''ll choose a movie," Yan hang said, holding the remote control. "Do you want to watch horror movies? Have dinner."


    "I don''t know." The first day of junior high school was a little confused. He had almost no memory of the film. When he was in primary school, he saw the anti abduction teaching film organized by the school, but he didn''t seem to have seen anything else.


    "I don''t think we''ve ever seen a movie," Yan sighed. "Just take one. I haven''t seen this yet."


    "Good." Junior one looked at the title, master key.


    It''s about a locksmith.


    When it comes to locksmith, Chu Yi turns his head and looks at Yan hang: "I can open and unlock."


    "Well?" Yan hang looked at him. He was stunned. Then he turned to look at the title of the movie. He laughed so much that his chopsticks fell to the ground.


    "Really." Junior one said.


    "Ah," Yan hang sighed happily, hugged him, rubbed his chin on the top of his head, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him, "go, wash them, let them fall to the ground."


    The first time I got up and washed the chopsticks, I thought, "no, it''s not a locksmith, ha?"


    "Shut up." Yan hang just stopped and didn''t smile. He immediately dropped a bunch of shrimps on the table.


    The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed. He was not stupid enough to put it off. The main reason was that Zhou Chunyang''s trumpet and night light suddenly appeared, which made him not very good.


    It seems that the movie is quite frightening. As soon as I eat and watch it, I still think about Zhou Chunyang in my heart, and I can see the hair on my body standing up.


    "How many more cans?" Yan hang shakes the empty beer can."I''ll just have one more can, so that''s it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang got up and went to the kitchen. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Chunyang.


    -Did you give Yan hang a gift?


    Zhou Chunyang estimated that he was playing with his mobile phone, and his reply was very fast.


    -Well, it was also given to me by someone else. I couldn''t use it, so I gave it to him on the way


    isn''t it a special gift?


    The first day of junior high school was suddenly relieved.


    -Do you like it? I have another one here. I''ll bring it to you when I go back to school.


    Zhou Chunyang sent another one.


    Looking at this news, junior one didn''t know how to reply, and suddenly felt like a fool.


    -I can''t use


    - mobile phones can also be used, Bluetooth, which is black, and the one for Yan Hang is just a pair


    ¡­¡­


    On the first day of junior high school, holding a mobile phone, I suddenly felt embarrassed that I didn''t know how to explain to Zhou Chunyang.


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 Chapter 47

    In the first day of junior high school, even the ordinary chat was very difficult, not to mention the embarrassing situation with Zhou Chunyang. When Yan hang came out with a few cans of beer, he decided to end the chat like this.


    It''s over anyway.


    -I can''t use it


    he repeated, putting the phone aside.


    Zhou Chunyang didn''t send any more news. He was relieved and took the beer from Yan hang and opened it.


    "Cool." Yan hang pours next to him and drinks a beer.


    "Do you go to work these days?" Junior one looks at him.


    "Well, I can''t come back until dinner is over," said Yan hang, "but I arranged a rest on Mid Autumn Festival, and sister Wang said she would go that day."


    "Mid Autumn Festival." At first I was stunned.


    "This year''s Mid Autumn Festival and national day will follow," Yan hang took out his mobile phone and pointed out the calendar. "Look."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school is a little trance.


    He originally thought it was a eleven, but he didn''t think there was a mid autumn festival stuck in the middle, and the people in the dormitory didn''t mention it Maybe everyone knows.


    Only he has no special feeling about the Mid Autumn Festival.


    No, in the past, he really didn''t have any special feelings about the Mid Autumn Festival, and he was still a little disgusted, because his breakfast has been mooncakes since a few days before the Mid Autumn Festival.


    He doesn''t like moon cakes. They''re OK from his father''s company, but they need to be kept. Grandma eats them by herself and the rest of the family eats them. They have to go to the vegetable market to buy them.


    The cheapest one in bulk. Last year, he bought one for one yuan. Some of them bite one mouthful, some of them can''t bite.


    But this year''s Mid Autumn Festival, but let him suddenly some disappointed.


    The first one who didn''t spend the Mid Autumn Festival at home, and the first time in the family, there were two missing people. One was missing, and the other refused to go home.


    "What day, what day?" Chuyi looks at Yan Hang''s mobile phone.


    "No.3," Yan hang pointed to him, "do you have to call back?"


    Junior one hesitated and did not speak.


    "How about a box of moon cakes?" Yan hang sighed, "I''m too busy to take care of these. Tomorrow I''ll bring you a box of moon cakes from our hotel. You can send them back home. If you want to add money, you can catch up."


    "No, use it..." The first day of junior high school is very embarrassed. It''s obviously his own business, but it makes Yan hang feel that he didn''t do it well.


    "It''s no trouble," Yan hang thought. "Write me your address. I''ll ask them to send it for me tomorrow morning."


    "Well," she nodded, "how much is it?"


    "No money, it''s made," Yan hang said with a smile. "Send two boxes. You can send one home and take one back. It''s just right."


    On the first day of junior high school, I was suddenly excited: "do you enjoy the moon?"


    "Let''s go to the seaside," Yan hang said. "It''s estimated that there are many people with food. Cui Yi and I enjoyed it on the rooftop last year. Let''s go to the seaside this year."


    "Good!" I rubbed my hands on the first day of junior high school.


    It''s very interesting to watch the moon with many people. The first day of junior high school thinks so, because he didn''t enjoy it.


    At most, he went out for a run after eating moon cakes. He looked up at the river for a while, and the local dog looked at the moon.


    I went to the seaside with Yan hang and uncle Cui to enjoy the moon. There are many other people. It''s exciting to think about it.


    All of a sudden, his previous uncomfortable feelings were suppressed.


    That night, Yan hang and junior one ate up all the barbecues. After watching two movies, there were not many beer cans on the ground. The amount of wine on junior one was inversely proportional to his rustic taste. In the past, when he ate like this with his father, the cans on the ground could not be laid down.


    But also very happy, I don''t know when I fell asleep.


    When he woke up, he had made great progress without being on the floor. Yan hang sat up from the sofa and looked at the first day of junior high school. He was still sleeping soundly.


    Yan hang yawned and ate all night. Now he had no appetite for breakfast.


    He got up and went to the bathroom, trying to figure out what to eat after washing.


    I just took two steps and kicked a beer can.


    He quickly stepped on it, just wanted to see if he woke up the first day of junior high school. He turned back and was startled.


    Junior one stands in front of the sofa with confused hair.


    "When did you get up?" Yan hang stares at him, "a second ago, you were still sleeping there. Did you play ghost movies?"


    "I thought that someone was knocking, and the bowl of rice was calling early." The first day of junior high school, I scratched my hair.


    "Your dormitory culture is very different," Yan hang went into the bathroom. "What do you want to eat? I''ll give you five minutes to think about it. I don''t want to eat. I''ll make you what you want. "


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang came out after washing and saw that he was sitting on the sofa with a dazed look on his face. However, all the beer cans on the floor had been pinched flat and packed into the bag for barbecue yesterday, and the messy signatures on the tea table were gone."Can you clean up your house while you''re sleepwalking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Idle." Chuichi smiles.


    "What would you like to eat?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I''m not, not hungry," the first day of junior high school touched his stomach, "you go to class, I''m hungry, go out to eat."


    "OK," Yan hang took his coat and prepared to go out. Standing at the door, he explained, "if you are bored, you can watch TV, or you can use my computer. If you are bored, you can go to the restaurant to find me."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    Today is the first day of the holiday. Since breakfast, Yan hang has been very busy. He shortened the time of the morning meeting and just said a few words casually. He told a waiter to help him send the moon cakes to the junior family, and then he began to be busy.


    Near noon, the restaurant is already full of guests, more than half of them are tourists.


    Yan hang can still stand behind the bar at ordinary times and rest his legs upside down. Today, he hasn''t stopped.


    "Brother hang," Zhang Chen came over, "the guests over there haven''t ordered any food. They have occupied a table for four for nearly an hour..."


    "I''ll go." Yan hang said.


    Zhang Chen said that the guest, he had noticed before, a middle-aged man, sitting at the window table, has been looking out of the window, did not order, did not mention any requirements.


    Yan Hang''s attendant, who didn''t see him at a glance, has added water to him four times. If he wants to drink water like this, he will have to go to the toilet. His bladder is really strong.


    Yan hang went to the table.


    Usually, they don''t care about this kind of guests, but he has to give a tactful reminder when he only drinks water for four people like today.


    "Hello, sir." Yan hang stood next to the man and said hello.


    The man still looked out of the window and didn''t seem to hear his voice.


    "Sir?" Yan hang called him again and looked at the man quickly.


    The hair is not long. It should have been cut for a short time, but it''s not taken care of. It''s still greasy. It hasn''t been washed for three or four days.


    I''m wearing an old T-shirt, my coat is old, and the cuffs are faded.


    Pants are ordinary casual pants. You can''t see the old and new, but you can see the shoes on your feet at a glance. It''s been wearing for a long time. It''s more vicissitudes than the old NB that you took back as a souvenir on the first day of junior high school.


    Their restaurant is in a five-star hotel. Although he won''t draw any conclusions from the appearance, he has never seen a person dressed like this for so long in the restaurant.


    "How do you do, sir," he said for the third time, taking a step aside and standing on the opposite side of the man. "I''m the foreman here. Would you like to order now?"


    After a few seconds, the man finally turned his face and looked at him: "foreman?"


    "Is there anything I can do for you?" Yan hang asked.


    The beard on this face is very long, messy mixed with some gray stubble, looking very decadent.


    "Get me a glass of water." The man said.


    "OK," Yan hang stopped a waiter passing by and added a glass of water to the man. When the man turned his face, he added, "is Mr. waiting for someone?"


    "Yes." The man replied.


    "How many are there altogether?" Yan hang asked.


    The man hesitated: "three."


    "That gentleman can order first," Yan hang put the menu in front of him. "It takes time for the kitchen to prepare the ingredients. Today there are more guests. You can order first. When the guests arrive, they will inform the kitchen for you."


    The man did not speak, staring at his face for a while, eyes down on his chest: "Yan hang."


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    The man picked up the glass, drank all the water he had just added, and then stood up: "where''s the toilet?"


    "Please go straight ahead and turn left at the back door." Yan hang said.


    The man didn''t speak any more and went to the back door.


    After he stood up, Yan hang noticed that his trousers were badly wrinkled and his left foot was slightly on tiptoe when he walked.


    "Xiao Yang." Yan hang waves to a waiter.


    "What''s the matter with brother hang?" Xiao Yang came over.


    "Follow me and have a look at the guest," Yan hang said, looking at the man''s back. "I''m afraid he will get lost and go to another floor."


    "I see." Xiao Yang nodded and followed.


    When there are many guests on holidays, they have to be more vigilant in terms of security. The restaurant is relatively independent from other floors of the hotel, but the corridor on the other side of the toilet has a fire passage, so they can go there.


    This man is really a little special. Yan hang has to be on guard.


    After a few minutes, the man returned to the dining room and left the front door.


    "It''s OK," said Xiao YangGuo. "I came directly from the toilet, and then I left."


    "Well, get busy." Yan hang patted him on the shoulder.


    On the first day of junior high school, he sat on the sofa and watched TV. There was nothing to watch in the afternoon. He wanted to make a movie, but after studying for a long time, he didn''t know how to turn on the projector, and he didn''t know where Yan Hang''s movies were.He didn''t dare to press such a high-level thing blindly. He turned on Yan Hang''s computer again.


    But he didn''t know what to do with the computer, so he had to sit back on the sofa and watch TV.


    There are too many things in the life of a local dog. I don''t know how long it will take to evolve into a foreign dog.


    Cell phones have been ringing, several people in the dormitory pulled a group, now it is estimated that people are playing games.


    The first day of junior high school, I picked up my cell phone and thought that I would stop playing the broken game that I couldn''t play with Yan hang. I would learn how to play it and find something to do when I was bored.


    The news in wechat is not all from the group, but also from Zhou Chunyang.


    -I''m going to Yan Hang''s restaurant in the afternoon. Would you like to come and eat your uncle!


    Junior one couldn''t help staring.


    -Are you alone?


    -My family, if you come, we''ll have another table. I don''t want to have a table with my parents.


    He really wanted to see Yan hang. Although Yan hang said he could come to him if he was too bored, he knew that Yan hang was very busy these days and he couldn''t make trouble in the past.


    But if it''s a proper meal, it''s different.


    It''s just that I have to eat with Zhou Chunyang He doesn''t hate Zhou Chunyang, even if every time he does something, he will be surprised.


    He is mainly awkward.


    All kinds of difficulties that can''t find the source.


    Yan hang finds out that Zhou Chunyang''s father is really a lover of Western food. He has to come here several times a month. Sometimes he brings friends, sometimes he takes his son, and today he brings his family.


    Zhang Chen went to take a seat. After the three of them sat down, Zhou Chunyang stood up again, sat down at the next table and waved to him.


    Yan hang sighed and had to walk over.


    "I''ve made an appointment with junior high school," Zhou Chunyang said. "It''s boring to have dinner with my parents."


    Yan hang Leng Leng: "the first day of junior high school, come here for a while?"


    "Well," Zhou Chunyang nodded, "he must be idle, too."


    "Would you like to order now or later?" Yan hang smiles.


    "For a while, when the new year arrives." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "All right." Yan hang put the menu in front of him and turned away.


    This Zhou Chunyang made Yan hang a little confused.


    Junior one dormitory relationship is also good students, this is his first position to Zhou Chunyang.


    But I don''t think that''s exactly the case when I think about this period of time. Especially after I told him about Zhou Chunyang''s sexuality on the first day of junior high school, every time he saw Zhou Chunyang, he felt that the boy had some other ideas.


    He has seen all kinds of people since he was so old. Although his friends didn''t have them, they didn''t accept less.


    Zhou Chunyang''s attitude is definitely not as simple as that of an ordinary friend''s roommate, which he is very sure about.


    But if there is any other information, Zhou Chunyang''s attitude is far from enough.


    Tut.


    Zhou Chunyang''s mind is much more mature than a group of small miscellaneous hairs in their dormitory.


    Ten minutes later, I entered the restaurant. As soon as I came in, I looked at the bar. When I saw him, I was embarrassed and laughed.


    Yan hang also smiles and walks over.


    Different from Zhou Chunyang''s naturally relaxed self-confidence when he walked into the restaurant, he was a little nervous when he came in on the first day of junior high school. When he met the waiter, he quickly stepped out of the way first.


    Although there has been a great change, but these small details can still see the past experience of junior one at a glance.


    Every time, it makes Yan hang feel a little distressed.


    "I didn''t tell you when I had an appointment to eat here." Yan hang looks at him and smiles.


    ¡°Sur£¬sur¡­¡­ "Prise," he said, rubbing his nose


    ¡°¡­¡­ It''s very surprise, "Yan hang said." I surprise for at least five seconds when Zhou Chunyang told me You go there. He''s at the table. If you''re OK after dinner, you can wait for me to get off work. "


    "Good." Chu Yi nodded and turned to Zhou Chunyang''s desk.


    Although Yan hang couldn''t figure out why Zhou Chunyang called the first day of junior high school to have dinner, the appearance of the first day of junior high school made him feel that it was no big deal for him to continue this busy work.


    "Good uncle," said Zhou Chunyang''s parents on the first day of the new year, "good aunt."


    "Hello," mother Zhou said with a smile, "you two can talk by yourself. Don''t worry about our side."


    "You sit here with me." Zhou Chunyang stood up and gave his back to his parents.


    On the first day of junior high school, if he can''t see Zhou Chunyang''s parents behind him, he can really relax.


    "Order," Zhou Chunyang said, "don''t you eat cod today?"


    "Well," junior one took the menu and looked at it slowly, "but I don''t know what to eat.""Steak, his rib eye steak is good, very fragrant." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "Good." The first day of junior high school didn''t understand me very well, so I nodded.


    It''s not Yan Hang who comes to order today. Yan Hang is talking to a leader in a suit. It''s a little sister who orders for them.


    "Let me see the dessert..." Zhou Chunyang looks at the menu.


    "Desserts from our foreman." The little sister said with a smile.


    "That''s OK," Zhou Chunyang said, "help us thank brother hang."


    After the steak came up, he immediately regretted that he had eaten cod twice before. As expected, he preferred the fat, soft and oily meat.


    "How do you spend the Mid Autumn Festival?" Zhou Chunyang asked while eating.


    "To the seaside." Junior one said.


    After that, I have some regrets. There is always a feeling that Zhou Chunyang will appear at the seaside.


    "I go to my grandmother''s house," Zhou Chunyang sighed. "I''m very annoyed. Every year, I eat like a ceremony. After eating, I go to the backyard with moon cakes to form a circle, and feed autumn mosquitoes as if I were having a forum."


    Junior one couldn''t help laughing.


    "Are you and Yan hang the only ones going to the seaside?" Zhou Chunyang asked again.


    "And there are others." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "I thought it was just you two."


    I don''t know what to say.


    "The trumpet I gave Yan hang," Zhou Chunyang said, "do you really want the same model?"


    "Ah?" The first day of junior high school, Zhou Chunyang suddenly talked about the trumpet. He couldn''t find a suitable response.


    Zhou Chunyang smiles and doesn''t speak. He looks at him while eating.


    The first day of junior high school always felt that there was something in this smile, but he really couldn''t understand it. He contacted fewer people, and Zhou Chunyang was more "complicated" than other students.


    "This shrimp cake is delicious." Zhou Chunyang pointed to a small basket of cakes just brought by the waiter.


    "Well." Junior one took a bite, it was really delicious.


    "Xiaoyang and Wu Xu said that they would go out for a walk in two days," Zhou Chunyang said, "would you like to go with us?"


    "OK," Chuyi nodded, "where are you going?"


    "Climb the mountain," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile, "I said climb up, they scared urine, said to take the cableway."


    "Suo, good way," the first day of junior high school said, "I haven''t sat in the cableway. I''ve sat in the cableway."


    "Is it?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "then take the cableway. You can see more scenery."


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head to eat two mouthfuls of meat, then raised his head: "how much, money? Ropeway. "


    "More than 100, less than 200, package." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    For him, it costs 200 yuan to climb a mountain, which is a bit surprising. His understanding of the scenic spots is the park next to his aunt''s home, with 10 yuan for admission and 20 yuan for children''s paradise package. Of course, this is the price many years ago.


    "What''s the matter?" Zhou Chunyang asked.


    "No Chuichi smiles.


    "I didn''t ask you in front of the dormitory a few days ago," Zhou Chunyang said. "Why don''t you go home?"


    "I..." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment and sighed gently, "just don''t want to go back."


    "Oh," Zhou Chunyang sighed, "don''t you have a good relationship with your family? I don''t think you usually call home, and you don''t take the call from home. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school is suddenly sad.


    "It''s OK," Zhou Chunyang said, "it''s time to leave home and be independent in advance. Usually there are dormitory people, except for Su bin."


    Chuichi smiles.


    "If you''re bored in the dormitory, just ask Xiaoyang, me and Wu Xu." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "I''m not sleeping..." The first day of junior high school is half over.


    Zhou Chunyang was stunned. After a while, he took a look at the bar: "do you really live in Yanhang? I thought you said that casually that day? "


    ¡°¡­¡­ Ah The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Zhou Chunyang looked at him for a moment. He lowered his head and took two bites. Then he raised his head again: "I''ll ask you the last time on the first day of junior high school."


    "What?" Junior one looks at him.


    "You and Yan hang In other words, do you have anything to do with Yan hang, "Zhou Chunyang lowered his voice?"


    Junior one stares at him.


    "To tell you the truth," Zhou Chunyang said in a low voice, "I take you as my friend."


    "No, nothing, nothing." The voice of junior one is also very low.


    I don''t know why. When Zhou Chunyang asked this question for the second time, he suddenly found it much more difficult to answer than the first time.


    Zhou Chunyang stares at him. He can''t bear it. He can only stare at the shrimp cake in front of him.


    "If you really insist on saying that," Zhou Chunyang said, "then I''ll take it seriously."


    "When, what is true?" At first, I was nervous and looked up at him."You know," Zhou Chunyang said, "I like men."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school, I think the fan starts to turn in my mind.


    "If you really have nothing to do with Yan hang," Zhou Chunyang said, "I''ll have a try."


    "Try?" On the first day of junior high school, a piece of meat was not delivered to my mouth for a long time.


    "I''ll put it bluntly. I like Yan hang," Zhou Chunyang said. "But if you two have something, I can''t move. Even if you have something, I won''t move."


    Junior one stares at him.


    "I''ve asked you twice. If you''re sure there''s nothing," Zhou Chunyang took a drink. "Then I''ll go."


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 Chapter 48

    This is the anti-theft chapter. Don''t worry if you can''t see it. The text will be replaced automatically after one hour The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?"


    "You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great."


    "Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized.


    "Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.


    Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slowYan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?"


    "Be civilized." Yan hang said.


    "Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.


    But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


    -The fear from deep within


    to find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


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 Chapter 49

    This is the anti-theft seal. If you can''t see it, don''t worry. The text will be replaced automatically in an hour. Today, Moda can fall asleep on the sofa. It''s very touching, so when he wakes up twice, he sings a lullaby in his heart and coaxes himself to continue to sleep.


    When he finally woke up, it was almost nine o''clock. He took a look at his mobile phone. There was no news about the first day of junior high school. It should be that he didn''t miss the night run.


    When he made a sandwich for himself to eat, he heard footsteps outside the door. He went up to the cat''s eye and looked out. He saw the first day of junior high school who was rubbing his head against the soles of his shoes on the edge of the steps.


    But Yan hang almost didn''t recognize that this was the first day of junior high school. He didn''t wear the same school uniform for ten thousand years. He wore a sports suit.


    Yan hang didn''t open the door directly. While eating a sandwich, he watched junior one from the cat''s eyes with great interest.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?""You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great."


    "Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized.


    "Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.


    If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.


    Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slow


    Yan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?""Be civilized." Yan hang said.


    "Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.


    But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.


    The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


    -The feel from deep within


    "every time you make two of your ID cards, you must have done it," Yan hang put down his mobile phone and walked up to him, "take it out and I''ll have a look."


    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him."He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


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 Chapter 50

    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang stood in front of his cupboard. He just opened the door of the cupboard and wanted to take out his clothes. Hearing the sentence of the first day of junior high school, he stopped, "what''s the matter?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi hesitated. "Nothing happened


    "What are you afraid of?" Yan hang leaned against the cupboard and asked softly.


    "I don''t know." The voice of junior one is a little dull.


    "Where are you now?" Yan hang did not ask him.


    The sentence "I''m afraid" of junior one made Yan hang feel sad. He didn''t know whether he thought of himself or the previous junior one.


    There are many things a person is afraid of. Sometimes he is afraid of a certain person, a certain thing, a certain feeling, but sometimes he has no reason to be aware of the reason. He is simply afraid.


    "By the river." There is still a slight tremor in the voice of the first day of junior high school.


    "Is there the tree hole?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I talked in the tree cave," Yan hang said with a smile. "You listen to it and see if you can hear it?"


    "You say, say, what?" I was a little surprised.


    "How can I tell you what I told you to Shudong," Yan hang said, "you go to listen."


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to the tree cave. After a while, he said again, "do you call me Tu, Tu Gou?"


    Yan hang laughed: "do you hear me?"


    "I guess so." Junior one also smiles.


    "I really barked a local dog." Yan hang said.


    "What, when did it happen?" There is no vibrato in the voice of the first day of junior high school. It sounds better.


    "Before I left," said Yan hang, "I went there to say goodbye to you."


    "Really?" On the first day of the new year, the voice rose.


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    The first day of junior high school there didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he sighed: "your intelligence and intelligence are not so good, not so high."


    Yan hang laughed for a long time.


    In fact, what he said in the tree hole that day, he could not repeat it completely, but he still remembered the feeling at that time.


    Now I think about it, I think it''s a little incredible.


    They even have a day of eating, chatting and even sitting on the balcony to watch the moon.


    So earth, so careful, so no confidence of the first day, but can bring such incredible, itself is quite incredible.


    After chatting with Yan hang for a while, junior one felt a little calmer.


    Hang up the phone, he sat by the river until more than ten o''clock, the night wind is very cold, he did not wear enough clothes, it is a bit too cold to stand, then got up and walked back slowly.


    His fear of Yan hang was still in his heart, but after hearing Yan Hang''s voice, he was relieved and relaxed.


    Before he saw Yan hang, he did not dare to ponder over what had happened.


    Maybe only when he saw Yan hang and met him face to face can he understand.


    At present, as long as he comes back home, let alone ponder over this feeling, he will feel irritable even when he thinks about the starting point of sleep.


    The house is like a pool of stagnant water. When the door is opened, there is only the sound of TV in the living room.


    My mother is probably asleep, the door is closed, and my grandfather is still sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV.


    He took a towel and toothbrush from his bag to wash. He found that the faucet of the toilet sink was broken and the water had to be turned on directly.


    He sighed. There''s a spare tap at home. My grandfather bought it when he was wandering in the second-hand market. When it''s broken, my father and grandfather usually repair it.


    Now it seems that my grandfather''s energy to change the tap is gone.


    He went to the drawer and found an old faucet. He found the tape and the wrench and replaced the faucet.


    Holding the edge of the pool and looking at the water flowing out, he was a little flustered.


    The family used to be like this, full of anger, discontent, suspicion and mutual hurt, but never like now, let him feel dilapidated.


    It''s going to collapse at any time.


    After washing and returning to the living room, my grandfather has gone to bed.


    When he came into the room to sleep, he found that his little bed had been torn down, and there were two cartons stacked on the bed, which probably contained some of his sundries.


    He Leng Leng, back to the living room, opened his small desk drawer.


    There was nothing in the drawer. He took away everything he could use at any time. There were some notebooks and gadgets, broken pens, half a bottle of ink, small glass balls


    They''re all worthless and useless things.


    But when he opened the drawer and found that they were all gone, he was still a little sad.


    The drawer is full, grandma''s comb, cigarette box, Grandpa''s tea, and even a few bags of Chinese prickly ash.This small desk and that bed are probably the places he remembers most at home, especially the small desk. When the desk lamp is turned on, the small side illuminated by the light is his only independent space.


    He was stunned for a while in front of the desk. He went to the sofa and lay down. He took the little quilt next to grandma to cover her legs and closed his eyes.


    -Today, I went to see my grandparents. I stayed at my grandparents'' house in the evening. I wanted to go to the boxing house first. Coach he, they went home on holiday. I went to the airport tomorrow morning and sent a message in the early morning of the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang just got off the bus, walking to the hotel, while giving him a message back.


    -Forget to ask you to take another box of moon cakes back


    - I bought moon cakes, and fruits


    - then you should accompany your grandparents today, and I''ll pick you up at the airport tomorrow


    - how can you have time? I know how to get there myself


    Yan hang smiles. When he enters the hotel gate, he habitually looks aside while typing. He doesn''t know whether it''s an illusion or an illusion Illusion or something, he felt that someone was looking at him from the other side of the garden.


    He stopped and looked over.


    There is a sidewalk on the other side of the flower garden. There are many people coming and going. In the three or five seconds, there are seven or eight people walking by.


    Theoretically, he should not be able to see him clearly, no matter whether there are people there looking at him or not.


    -If you have time, don''t worry about it


    he gave the news to Chuyi and walked into the hotel.


    Every day''s work is almost the same. After changing the new scheduling method, everyone has gradually adapted to it. As long as no one makes mistakes and no guests are in trouble, his whole day''s work is repetition.


    But today''s work is slightly different. It''s Mid Autumn Festival. Although it''s a western restaurant, it''s also Mid Autumn Festival. All the tables in the evening are reserved.


    Today, he has to keep an eye on people and check again the festival related to the layout and preparation of the store.


    "Just now, manager Tang came here. Let''s find some people to sing the English version for our guests at dinner. I hope it will last a long time." Zhang Chen stood at the bar with a broken face.


    "What?" Yan Hang is stunned, "sing what?"


    "When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine..." Zhang Chen sang a line, and then added, "English version, that is to let Xiao Yan translate it."


    "I turn..." Yan hang was helpless, "a ghost."


    He went directly to manager Tang. Let''s not say anything else. Everyone was as busy as a dog at dinner. Where can I arrange people, or "a few people" to sing, and I have to learn English now?


    Moreover, the lyrics translation is different from the usual translation, which requires the same number of words and rhyme. Otherwise, it''s better to have a fly me to the moon.


    "Manager Tang," Yan hang knocked on the door and entered the office, "just about the singing..."


    "What do you think? Although it''s a western restaurant, it''s also our traditional festival. It''s more atmosphere and meaningful. " Manager Tang said with a smile.


    As soon as Yan hang looks at his expression, he knows that it is unlikely to cancel the singing session. Manager Tang is obviously very satisfied with his idea. He may also feel that he can win the best creative award of the catering department.


    "I think it''s more appropriate to sing Chinese?" Yan hang had no choice but to step back temporarily.


    "Why? Isn''t it good for foreign guests to understand? " Manager Tang said.


    "This is our traditional festival. Would it be interesting for foreign guests to experience the original festival atmosphere?" Yan hang said, "eat Chinese moon cakes and listen to Chinese songs? It''s not easy to understand the charm of Chinese poetry when the lyrics are translated into English.... "


    "Well," said manager Tang, lost in thought, "it makes sense."


    "Then..." Yan hang looks at him.


    "That''s right," manager Tang pointed to him. "Just sing Chinese as you say."


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "No - right -" Zhang Chen and the other two waitresses stretched their voices and looked sad.


    "I''ve already fought for it, and it''s already my deepest feelings for you without letting you learn English now," said Yan hang. "Just a few minutes, ladies. This month, I''ll give each of you a chance to leave work two hours in advance, and I''ll arrange the day by myself."


    "Can you come two hours later?" Zhang Chen asked.


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    The three girls gritted their teeth and agreed.


    "In fact, it''s still to give you face," Zhang Chen said. "Otherwise, even if Tang himself said that he would give us a day off, we may not agree to such an embarrassing thing."


    "Yes." The other two girls agreed.


    "Thank you." Yan hang held his fist.


    -Do you still have traffic?


    when Yan hang sent the news, the first day of junior high school was sitting with his grandparents in the middle of a crowd of flowers on the roof to eat. The wind was cool, but his grandfather put a small stove beside him to heat the dishes, which was quite comfortable.-Yes, I don''t need to


    - video, five minutes


    -????


    Yan hang did not answer, directly sent a video over, the first day of junior high school.


    In the picture is Yan Hang''s restaurant. The camera is shaking. I can hear that there are many guests there.


    "What is this?" Asked grandfather.


    "My friend and I, I see, video," the first day of junior high school turned the mobile phone screen to my grandfather to see, "my friend is in, a special cow, five-star hotel, restaurant leader, foreman."


    "Look," my grandfather pulled my grandmother''s sleeve, "my friend of grade one, I made a five-star foreman friend of grade one."


    "Yo," grandma heard, and immediately came over, "where?"


    The moment Yan Hang''s face appeared on the screen, his nose suddenly became sour. He didn''t know what was wrong with him. It was as if he hadn''t seen Yan hang for another year. He couldn''t think about it.


    "This is Grandparents? " Yan hang probably didn''t expect that there would be other people in the camera. He was stunned.


    "My grandfather and grandmother," Chuyi said with a smile, pointing to the screen, "Yan hang, my friend and friend."


    "Hello, hello." Grandparents wave to the screen together.


    "Hello, grandparents, Happy Mid Autumn Festival," Yan hang said with a smile, "just in time, let''s listen to the songs together, our restaurant The show. "


    There came the voices of several girls singing, and Yan Hang''s camera turned.


    At first glance, I wanted to laugh. Several little sisters stood in the middle of the restaurant, hand in hand, singing together: "when will the moon be Ask Qingtian about the wine... "


    I''ve heard this song at the beginning, but I can''t sing it. He can only sing happy birthday and count ducks.


    They all sing like chanting scriptures.


    "Is this a show?" Grandma asked quietly.


    "Well." Chuyi nodded with a smile.


    "It''s a place to eat Western food," my grandfather said to her. "You can see that many foreigners also spend the Mid Autumn Festival together."


    After the little sister finished singing, the guests clapped, and the grandparents clapped.


    "It''s interesting." Grandma said with a smile.


    Yan Hang''s face reappeared in the camera and asked with a smile, "how''s it going?"


    "Very good," the first day of junior high school leaned back into the chair and nodded with a smile, "nice."


    "Happy Mid Autumn Festival." Yan hang said.


    "Happy Mid Autumn Festival," said the first day of junior high school. His nose was sour again, so he had to turn around and hide away. "The moon is round."


    "Tomorrow is the roundest day," said Yan hang. "Go to the seaside at night."


    "Well." Chu nodded and stared at Yan Hang''s face.


    "I have to hang up," said Yan hang. "I''m busy at the moment. I just want you to have a good time."


    "Good." Chuichi laughs.


    "Stay with your grandparents," said Yan hang. "I''ll pick you up tomorrow."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    After the video hung up, he still held his mobile phone for a long time. When the screen turned black, he put it back in his pocket.


    He knew for the first time that he had been separated for such a day. He thought that it would be impossible for a person to look at him face to face.


    He stares at his job in front of him.


    In this intense yearning, more and more panic and fear began to appear together.


    When he reached out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, he found his hand shaking.


    "Do I have to buy something to eat and drink in advance?" Cui Yi hands the car key to Yan hang.


    "I bought all of them," Yan hang said with the key. "I went to have dinner in the evening, took my things and went straight there."


    "OK," Cui Yi nodded, "then I don''t care about anything."


    "Just wait to eat." Yan hang smiles.


    "Drive slowly." Cui Yi pointed at him.


    "I see." Yan hang said.


    The plane of the first day of junior high school arrived in the afternoon. After lunch today, he asked for two hours'' leave and directly drove Cui Yi''s car to pick up the first day of junior high school, which was more convenient.


    In fact, it''s OK to take a taxi. It''s faster than picking up the car. But he just wants to make junior one surprised and happy. The mood of junior one is not right these two days. It''s enough to lose money when he comes back home.


    It''s amazing that the plane wasn''t late.


    "Here I am," the first day of junior high school called, "here I am."


    "I''m pestling at the exit," said Yan hang. "You can see me as soon as you come out."


    "What to wear, what to wear?" First day of junior high school.


    "Gray coat, inside is our uniform shirt, and uniform pants," Yan hang laughed, "I don''t have time to change clothes."


    "Well," the voice of the first day of junior high school trembled, "I run, run out."


    "Don''t run, just go," said Yan hang. "After a while, the security guard thinks you''re going to do damage."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.Change from trot to trot. After a few steps, I decided to run on the first day of junior high school. Let''s wait until the security guards catch him.


    As he ran along the wall, he was excited when he saw the crowd standing outside the hall. As he ran, he turned a little clockwise.


    As he looked out, he slowed down and adjusted his pace.


    Yan Hang is very conspicuous. Not to mention that he asked him what clothes he was wearing in advance, he didn''t know Yan hang was outside, and now he can see him at a glance.


    That''s the most handsome little brother in the first row.


    From time to time, someone next to him waved to the outside. Although he was a little embarrassed, he raised his hand and waved to Yan hang.


    Yan hang didn''t see him.


    He jumped twice more.


    Yan Hang''s eyes fell on him and waved to him with a smile.


    When he ran out, Yan hang had already stood in the middle of the exit.


    He opened his arms as he ran.


    A few days ago, he thought it was silly for him to run face to face like this. Now it doesn''t matter at all. It doesn''t feel like he''s banging on his butt. That''s to say, there''s no runway here, otherwise he can fly directly.


    Yan hang also opened his arms with a smile.


    He dashed two steps and hugged Yan hang.


    "Ah," Yan hang was hit by him and retreated several steps before he stopped, "I don''t know. I think we haven''t seen each other for ten years."


    "A hundred years." The first day of junior high school held Yan hang tightly.


    arm can feel the body of Yan hang, his face on his neck can feel the temperature, his ear can hear the real voice, and he can smell the perfume of Yan Hang''s body.


    Until now, this second, his yearning for Yan hang finally came to the ground.


    His mood seemed to be scalded by the warm air around him. He didn''t even feel his nose sour, and his tears had already poured out.


    Yan hang Leng Leng just whispered in his ear: "aren''t you brother dog? Crying again? "


    "Whatever, cry." Junior one put his eyes on Yan Hang''s shoulder.


    "I really want those who say you are cool to see," Yan hang said with a smile. "You can cry all the time. What''s cool?"


    At the beginning of the new year, he hugged Yan hang.


    Until Yan hang dragged him to a place where there was no one, he raised his head.


    "It''s over?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Well." Junior one released Yan hang and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.


    Yan hang took a tissue to him. He grabbed it and wiped it on his face. Maybe his emotion was too intense. Now he began to feel embarrassed.


    In the time he had known Yan hang, he saw Yan hang cry once, but he couldn''t count the number of times he cried for a word of discord.


    "Why don''t you go to the restaurant with me," Yan hang patted him on the face. "It''s dinner time soon. You''ll wait for me in the lounge and go to the moon when you''re done?"


    "Will it affect you to go to work?" First day of junior high school.


    "It''s not every day. It''s OK," said Yan hang. "I''ll see you like this. I''ll let you go back and wait. I''m afraid you''ll cry again."


    "Not at all." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    When I went out with Yan hang, I found that he didn''t go to the taxi, and went directly to the parking lot.


    "How, how shall we go?" He asked.


    "Guess what?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s OK to run back." He nodded.


    Yan hang put a smile on his shoulder and said, "little dog, today I''ll be your driver."


    "Ah?" At the beginning, I was stunned and didn''t respond.


    "I drove here." Yan hang took out the key from his pocket and threw it in his hand.


    "You can drive, can you?" The first day of junior high school was very surprised. He never knew that Yan hang could drive or even thought about whether he could.


    "I can drive when I was ten," Yan said. "My father didn''t know where to borrow a car and taught me for half a month."


    "Ah Junior one was even more surprised.


    "Ah, what?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "When you are ten or fourteen years old, you wait for one meter, four," said the first day of junior high school. "When you are ten, you wait for one meter, right? Can you reach it, steering wheel? "


    "Go away." Yan hang gave him a very simple answer.


    "Really ten?" First day of junior high school.


    "When I was 14 years old, I was more than 1.4 meters," Yan hang sighed. "I didn''t push backwards like you. When you were 10 years old, you were one meter tall?"


    "Maybe." I think about it.


    Yan hang hugged him and laughed.


    The first day of junior high school is also laughing.


    Very happy.


    This kind of happiness is real happiness. If you don''t want to think about anything and can''t remember anything, you feel happy because Yan Hang is beside you.


    "The car is Cui Yi''s," Yan hang pressed the remote control, and a black SUV in front of him flashed, "old man, if I buy a car in the future, I won''t want black.""The red one looks good." Junior one said.


    Yan hang took a look at him: "I thought you were going to say that pink is good-looking."


    "Good looking, too." Chuyi nodded with a smile.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang went over and opened the co pilot''s door, "brother dog."


    On the first day of junior high school, he got on the car excitedly, and then watched Yan hang go around the front of the car, open the door and sit in the driver''s seat.


    "Seat belts." Yan hang closes the door.


    "Oh." I pulled the seat belt on the first day of junior high school, but I didn''t find the socket for a long time.


    "I''ll do it." Yan hang leaned over and pulled out the socket from under the cushion.


    Junior one stares at Yan Hang''s hand, looks at his slender finger pulling the buckle of the safety belt, and then inserts and presses it. It''s a very casual movement, but it''s so beautiful that people can''t move their eyes.


    When Yan hang took back his hand to start the car, he grabbed Yan Hang''s hand.


    "Well?" Yan hang was stunned.


    He was stunned, too.


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 Chapter 51

    This is the anti-theft seal. If you can''t see it, don''t worry. The text will be automatically replaced in an hour. Moda''s mother ignored him and rode away on her bicycle.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.


    No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.


    That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.


    It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.


    I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."


    When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke."Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.


    Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "


    Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - well


    wait.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.


    Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.


    -I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


    However, No. 1 was very involved in running, and he didn''t look back, and didn''t find that Yan hang was behind him.


    Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground."I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


    "Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"


    He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.


    "What the hell are you doing?" One roared.


    "Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don''t you usually play like this?"


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 Chapter 52

    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Today, it''s very touching to be able to sleep on the sofa, so when he wakes up twice, he sings a lullaby in his heart and coaxes himself to continue to sleep.


    When he finally woke up, it was almost nine o''clock. He took a look at his mobile phone. There was no news about the first day of junior high school. It should be that he didn''t miss the night run.


    When he made a sandwich for himself to eat, he heard footsteps outside the door. He went up to the cat''s eye and looked out. He saw the first day of junior high school who was rubbing his head against the soles of his shoes on the edge of the steps.


    But Yan hang almost didn''t recognize that this was the first day of junior high school. He didn''t wear the same school uniform for ten thousand years. He wore a sports suit.


    Yan hang didn''t open the door directly. While eating a sandwich, he watched junior one from the cat''s eyes with great interest.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?""You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great."


    "Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized.


    "Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.


    If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.


    Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slow


    Yan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?""Be civilized." Yan hang said.


    "Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.


    But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.


    The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


    -The fear from deep within


    Yan hang didn''t open the door directly, eating sandwiches while looking at junior one from the cat''s eyes with great interest.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?""It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


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 Chapter 53

    Yan hang, I like you.


    At the end of the first day of junior high school, I chose this kind of old-fashioned expression with no new ideas, no skills and no way back.


    The only little space left for him was probably because he didn''t face Yan hang, so if Yan hang had any embarrassed expression on his face, he couldn''t see it.


    If he can''t see it, he won''t be so embarrassed. Even if he refuses, he can avoid the double blow of language and expression.


    And in such a sentence, for him, almost all his courage has been used up.


    He just stood on the sidewalk with a mobile phone and street lights in front and behind. He just stood in the open light. There were cars driving on the left and people walking on the right. For the local dog who had been accustomed to walking next to the wall, this was a scene that he had never thought of before.


    I like you.


    He just stood here and looked ahead.


    After saying this, it was quiet. All his senses were turned off, and all his catching power was left to the right ear attached to the handset.


    Yan hang, I like you.


    It''s very quiet in the receiver. On the first day of junior high school, I can hear Yan Hang''s breath clearly. Because of this sudden word, he stops.


    His heart beat so fast that everything around him was gone.


    Nervous, scared.


    There is also a trace of regret.


    How long was Yan Hang''s pause? He didn''t know.


    0.1 second or 0.2 second, longer or shorter.


    He doesn''t even know.


    He suddenly wanted to hang up the phone, he found that this moment, waiting for the answer is more difficult than saying "I like you".


    After a short pause in the receiver, he heard Yan Hang''s breathing, accompanied by a very low voice He could not tell what the sound meant, whether it was a hum, a sigh or something else.


    Without waiting for him to try to judge from the confusion, there came a few more clatters.


    The phone hung up.


    At first, I was in the same place, holding up the phone.


    Yan hang hung up.


    After he said "I like you", Yan hang hung up.


    At this moment, he even lost the ability to experience what it was like, only lost.


    The silence in the receiver disappeared.


    The silence was gone.


    His perception slowly returned to his body. He heard a car passing by and saw two passers-by passing by. He even saw an oncoming aunt sweeping his face with a slightly inquiring look.


    At this moment, he wanted to dodge very much, shrink up, and group into the shadow of the tree nearby, and group into the corner of the wall.


    He had a hard time holding his cell phone in front of him, and the screen was already black.


    He lights up the screen and the interface disappears as if nothing had happened.


    He was hung up by Yan hang.


    How could that be?


    Yan hang had never treated him so rudely.


    In addition to those troublemakers, Yan hang in his heart would not have such an attitude towards strangers.


    Is it because it''s a "confession" call?


    But Yan hangming said that he would say thank you.


    Even Zhou Chunyang can get a gentle thank you.


    Why is the answer like this?


    The first day of junior high school, she twisted her eyebrows and looked down at her toes.


    Yan hang, why?


    What''s going on?


    ¡­¡­ What''s up?


    Yes, what''s the matter?


    Chuyi suddenly raised his head. After a moment of hesitation, he dialed Yan Hang''s number. When he put his mobile phone to his ear, he found his hand shaking.


    He didn''t believe Yan hang would hang up on him.


    I don''t believe Yan hang will refuse him in this way.


    Yan Hang is not such a person.


    Yan Hang is a person who will think about whether he has eaten or not when the whole person is in the dark and wants to order takeout to eat.


    This hung up call was an accident.


    But he didn''t know what kind of accident it was.


    The phone didn''t get through. There was a dead silence in the receiver. Then a female voice rang out: "sorry, the number you dialed can''t be connected for the time being. Please redial later..."


    At first I was stunned.


    Then he put his cell phone into his bag and ran out.


    People''s premonition is a very magical thing. Generally, they will have a premonition for bad things. Once the premonition appears, the brain will turn very fast, and all the details can be linked up in a second.


    Yan hang can''t get through the phone. Yan hang suddenly hangs up. Yan hang can''t hear whether he is sighing or panting. Yan hang has some absent-minded conversations. Yan hang tells him not to go there


    Running out two or three steps of time, this inverted back to a series of details has made him afraid to feel sweat all stand up.It''s been a long time since the first day of junior high school.


    The wind in the ear and the sound in the brain are mixed together. The blood of the whole body is surging up because of tension. The hands and feet are cold, but the eyes are hot and the hot ones are red.


    In just a dozen seconds, he rushed past the bus stop and didn''t see Yan hang. At the beginning, Yan hang said he was waiting for him at the bus stop. He came out of the hotel and crossed the street. Now he didn''t see anyone.


    Yan hang asked him to wait, but now he found that Yan hang didn''t go to him at all.


    Something must have happened!


    At the beginning of the new year, he wanted to see clearly the surrounding environment and where Yan hang might be.


    Just as he slowed down, a man came out from a corner 20 meters ahead. He first looked this way and seemed to pause after seeing him. Then he turned and ran in the opposite direction.


    This man!


    This is the man!


    Junior one doesn''t know what to judge.


    But his head was full of this judgment when he chased.


    This person has something to do with Yan Hang''s phone that he suddenly hung up and his cell phone that he couldn''t get through!


    He knew that he was very fast. Although he was not as fast as Yan hang, he was much faster than the man in front of him. Especially under the current situation, he probably ran the fastest speed in his life.


    In his sense of panic and confusion, he felt that he was only a few steps behind the man.


    But he didn''t know how to stop the man.


    Only by instinct.


    When he kicks him on the back of the waist, he has the illusion that if he doesn''t kick him, he will fly over his head.


    He kicked the man to the ground.


    After landing, he didn''t stop. He went directly to the man, grabbed the man''s back collar and lifted it up. He didn''t care to think about the consequences of kicking him to the ground.


    And at this time, the man''s hand at the same time fell out of a thing, let him be stunned on the spot.


    It''s a knife.


    Although the light was not enough, he could not see the blood on the knife, but he saw the blood on the right hand of the man holding the knife.


    When this little bloodstain came into his view, it was like someone banging a gong in his ear. The buzzing sound shook his head.


    He grabbed the man''s right hand and twisted it behind him.


    No injuries.


    There''s no injury to this man.


    It doesn''t look like he''s hurt when he runs Whose blood is that!


    On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up from this man. He didn''t care about anything else. He arrested people and went to see Yan Hang''s situation. He chose Yan hang without thinking at all.


    He ran to the little garden around the corner.


    While running, he roared: "Yan hang!"


    No one answered him.


    After the sun set, the autumn wind came with the coolness that could easily blow through the two clothes, but his whole back was full of sweat, and the sweat from his forehead even slipped to his chin.


    After running down the small stone road by the fountain and passing a stone table, he saw a man lying on the side of the road in front of him.


    He also saw the clothes he was familiar with. When Yan hang went out in the morning, he just changed a black zipper sweater.


    "Yan hang!" When he called out, he lost his voice completely and could hardly make a sound.


    His legs were a little weak, and he staggered when he rushed to Yan hang.


    "I told you not to come here!" Yan hang moved and said in a low voice.


    "What''s wrong with you, what''s wrong with you?" Junior one knelt on the ground and touched Yan Hang''s arm a few times. He didn''t dare to help Yan hang or move him.


    "It''s OK." Yan hang said he wanted to sit up, but he didn''t work hard.


    "Don''t move!" The first day of junior high school held him behind his shoulder. When he wanted to hold his arm again, he felt a wet hand.


    It''s blood.


    Hands full of blood.


    The first day of junior high school, looking at his hand, he suddenly felt red in front of his eyes: "where''s the injury? I''ll call the police


    "Fight 120 first," Yan hang frowned, "and then call Cui Yi."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school almost tore the zipper on his bag, and when he reached in to take the mobile phone, he felt that the blood on his hand was sticky.


    When he dials 120 to report his address, Yan hang reports Cui Yi''s phone number and closes his eyes.


    The first day of junior high school is trying to control his mood, slow down his speaking speed, and try to make his speech more concise: "it''s just opposite the hotel, by the water spray, by the pool, beside It should be a knife, a knife wound... "


    After hanging up 120, he quickly dials Cui Yi''s number. He admires that under such circumstances, he can still remember the numbers reported by Yan hang.


    "I''ll be right there," Cui Yi said calmly. "You check where his injury is, help him press it, don''t move him.""Good." Junior one answered hoarsely.


    After the call, he didn''t care to put his cell phone back in his bag. He threw it directly on the ground and half knelt and half fell to Yan Hang''s side


    "On the waist." Yan hang said.


    Junior one took off his coat: "I help you press, press."


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "a little A little later Location. "


    He has been pressing on the waist of the hand to release, junior one saw the blood on his hand, that piece of clothes are wet, black clothes can not see the color of bleeding, but junior one smelled the smell of blood.


    He carefully rolled up his coat and pressed it on Yan Hang''s waist.


    "Try harder." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school made a little effort.


    "You can''t die if you have nothing to do," Yan hang opened his eyes and looked at him. "What chaff do you sift? I''m shaking I''m shivering


    "I''m not shaking." Junior one looks at him.


    Yan Hang''s face didn''t look like that in the TV show. He turned pale with a stab. He was basically normal, but he was in pain and weak.


    "All right, I''m shaking." Yan hang laughed.


    "Don''t laugh," the first day of junior high school didn''t know how Yan hang could still laugh at this time. He pressed the wound firmly, "don''t talk, talk!"


    "Well," answered Yan hang. After a pause, he asked, "did you just meet..."


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school interrupted him in order to save his strength. "I could have, could have caught him Don''t talk


    The ambulance came very quickly. The first day of junior high school and Yan hang didn''t say a few words, but they heard the sound of the ambulance whistle.


    "I''ll go to the road, by the side of the road," junior one pulled Yan Hang''s hand and put it on his clothes, "you hold it down."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He reached for the wound.


    Chuyi threw his bag to one side and ran out along the path. Standing on the side of the road, he rushed to the ambulance with the flashing light in front of him, jumping and shouting: "here! here! Here


    Looking at the stretcher being taken out of the car, he felt a little relieved and took the doctor to Yan Hang''s position.


    Check, simply bandage to stop bleeding, and lift Yan hang onto the stretcher Junior one has been staring at the side.


    When the doctor opened Yan Hang''s coat, junior one saw the knife edge on his waist.


    I didn''t see it too clearly, but in the past, it was bloody, which made him feel like someone was holding it in his body.


    When his cell phone rang, he found that his cell phone was still on the ground. He quickly picked it up and answered the phone.


    "Is the ambulance here?" Cui Yi asked over there.


    "Here we are." On the first day of junior high school, I followed the stretcher to the car.


    "To which hospital?" Cui Yi asked again.


    The first day of junior high school reported the name of the hospital: "pass now, pass by."


    "OK, I''ll go directly to the hospital," Cui Yi said. "Don''t panic."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    When he came to the corner, he saw something shining in the grass.


    It''s Yan Hang''s mobile phone.


    He picked it up and looked at it. The screen of the mobile phone was full of cracks. He screwed his eyebrows and put the mobile phone in his bag.


    Yan hang was standing here at that time He didn''t dare to think about it any more.


    On the first day of junior high school, Cui Yi arrived at the hospital with the ambulance.


    When he saw Cui Yi, he seemed to see the backer. The whole person suddenly softened and almost knelt down.


    "You follow," Cui Yi grabbed his shoulder, "I''ll go through the formalities."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    He is a local dog who has never seen the world, has no chance to deal with anything, and has not even gone to the hospital to see the sick. Cui Yi''s arrival makes him finally get rid of the confusion.


    He can''t do anything else. At least he can help run errands and pay a fee.


    Cui Yi should have known someone in the hospital. After two phone calls, a doctor who looked like an old expert came.


    Junior one is not in the mood to listen to Cui Yi and the doctor. All he knows is that Yan Hang is going to have an operation.


    "Brother dog." Yan hang called him.


    "Well." Junior one looks at him.


    "Smile," said Yan hang. "My face is almost like brother donkey."


    At the beginning of the new year, I was grinning.


    "Go back to school and ask for a few days off," Yan said. "Come and wait on me."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    Not to mention taking a few days off, it''s OK to drop out of school immediately.


    When Yan hang was pushed into the operating room, the first day of junior high school followed him all the time. Cui Yi pulled him, and then he heard what the nurse said: "family members are waiting outside!"


    Family members.


    This title makes the first day of junior high school warm, but soon it hurts.


    Family. Where''s the family.


    Yan hang has no family.The only relative is missing.


    He went to one side with his head down and stood against the wall.


    "What''s the matter?" Cui Yi came to ask.


    "I don''t know," the first day of junior high school still felt cold all over the body. I always felt that there was cold air passing through the wall. "I was talking to him, talking on the phone, and suddenly it was cut off."


    "And then?" Cui Yi took off his coat and handed it to him.


    "I''m not. I''m not cold." The first day of junior high school, I waved my hand.


    "I still have clothes on my car. I''ll go and get them later," Cui Yi looked at him. "You look worse than Yan hang."


    The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and put on Cui Yi''s clothes: "later, I ran to see one person, one person running out."


    "What kind of people?" Cui Yi asked.


    "The middle-aged man," he recalled with a twist of his eyebrow at the beginning of the year. He looked at the man, but he couldn''t remember him very well except that he looked about forty years old. "His head and hair were pretty dirty."


    "This matter has to be reported to the police," Cui Yi said. "When the police ask, you can say whatever you have. Don''t be nervous."


    "Well." At first I nodded and sighed in my heart.


    He is experienced in such things as police questioning.


    I don''t know how long it takes for such an operation, how long it is normal, how long it is abnormal, how long it is light and how long it is heavy.


    He just stood by the wall and looked at the door of the operating room.


    There was not only an operation by Yan hang in the door, but also two people who didn''t know what the situation was. They were pushed in all the way.


    Junior one some worry, what is inside the operating room? Will this howl affect the doctor who operated on Yan hang?


    He flipped his legs a little impatiently.


    "I''m going to buy some food," Cui Yi said to him. "You stay here and call me if you have something to do."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Sit down for a while," Cui Yi looked at him and sighed, "you can''t be a cleanliness addict, can you?"


    "No," Chuichi chuckled, "I can''t sit down."


    Cui Yi looked at his leg.


    "I''m nervous." Junior one said.


    "It''s not as serious as you think," Cui Yi said. "Take it easy. Don''t let it fall before he comes out. I can''t take care of two people."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, so I lowered my head and sat on the chair.


    There is a display screen on the wall next to the operating room. At this moment, I noticed that it should show the operation situation of each operating room.


    It has the name of Yan hang, the third operating room.


    Junior one has been staring at, eyes a little sour, he raised his hand to rub.


    After sitting down, the whole person is very heavy, constantly falling feeling, head, shoulders, arms, are heavy, like being dragged down by something heavy.


    He rubbed his face, elbowed his knees and covered his face.


    His hands are cold. Covering his face can make him more comfortable.


    He never thought that such a thing would happen today.


    Whether Yan hang had found something in advance might have something to do with the strange phone call before, but Yan hang never mentioned anything to him.


    And he didn''t ask anything.


    Why not ask?


    If you ask, can he react earlier today? Maybe Yan hang won''t


    In front of him flashed the bloody blade on Yan Hang''s waist.


    He raised his face and looked at his hand.


    I just went to wash my hands, but I can still smell the smell of blood.


    He is not afraid of blood. When he hit Liang Bing''s head with a stick, he was not afraid, but now he is very sad.


    This is Yan Hang''s blood.


    How could this happen?


    Yan Hang''s reaction was so fast that no one could get close to him under normal circumstances.


    How could you be stabbed?


    The man didn''t look so bad when he kicked him down How can Yan hang be stabbed?


    In the beginning, I pressed my finger on my forehead and tightened my eyebrow tightly.


    A few seconds later he jerked his head up.


    Is that your phone?


    Yan hang was still on the phone with him at that time. His absent mindedness at that time should have found that the situation was wrong, but In order not to find out, Yan hang didn''t hang up.


    And if it''s just a phone call like this, maybe Yan hang won''t be distracted.


    It''s my own "I like you.".


    Yan hang stopped for a second, and then


    He took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair and glared at the light on the ceiling.


    You are too good at choosing time on the first day of junior high school.


    Do you have to say it today, or do you have to be so nervous that you only dare to say it on the phone There is something wrong with Yan Hang''s tone. You didn''t hear itHe held his hands tightly together.


    It was not until Cui Yi patted his hand that he suddenly recovered.


    "Eat something," Cui Yi handed him a small paper cup. "I guess you can''t eat it, and you didn''t buy a big one. Take two mouthfuls of cushions."


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and looked at the small paper cup in his hand. It was a paper cup filled puff, very fragrant.


    He settled down and took a big bite.


    At the moment, it''s better to calm down. Yan Hang is still in the operating room. He is pondering over these things here. He has no other significance except that he can''t help himself. Whether he blames himself or not, he can''t change the fact that Yan hang has been injured.


    He bit his lip, trying to calm himself down.


    I don''t know how long it took, the words on the screen finally changed, and Yan Hang''s operation was over.


    "Why don''t you come out?" Junior one stood up, some eagerly staring at the door of the operating room.


    The doctor who operated on Yan hang came out, but he didn''t see Yan hang.


    "I''ll ask the situation first." Cui Yi patted him on the shoulder.


    The situation is OK Not too much blood loss Good health


    Junior one stands behind Cui Yi, listening to the doctor talking to Cui Yi, I always feel that the voice is not true, maybe still nervous.


    ¡­¡­ No major organs were injured Small intestine rupture


    The doctor probably wanted to say that Yan Hang''s injury was not particularly serious. He didn''t hurt an important part. Besides, Yan Hang''s constitution is very good and he should recover quickly But the first day of junior high school still felt that every word he heard made his heart ache.


    Yan hang was finally pushed out of the operation, but he couldn''t go back to the ward. The nurse said that he would stay in the observation room first.


    The first day of junior high school was closely following the bed, staring at Yan Hang''s face.


    He thought Yan Hang''s face was normal before, but now after the operation, Yan hang looks pale.


    "Local dog." Yan hang smiles at him, tired and weak.


    "Here," Chuichi gently shook his hand and put the other hand behind him, "wag your tail for you."


    "Well," Yan hang closed his eyes with a smile. After a while, he called Cui Yi again, "old Cui."


    "Yes," Cui Yi answered, "but I can''t wag my tail."


    Yan hang laughed, and the nurse beside him also laughed: "the state is not bad, so happy."


    The observation room won''t let in. Junior one and Cui Yi can only wait outside.


    When Yan hang was pushed forward, he took a look at Chu: "brother dog, you go Take your temperature. You have a fever


    "Ah." At first I was stunned.


    "Don''t worry," Cui Yi said. "I''ll measure him later."


    The door of the observation room closed, and the first day of junior high school stood staring at the door.


    Cui Yi stretched out his hand and touched his forehead: "it seems that he has a slight fever. I''ll ask the nurse for a thermometer."


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    After Cui Yi walked away, he squatted down and buried his face in his arm.


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 Chapter 54

    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


    "What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


    The old lady''s make-up is about blind. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the seal hall. A shaking black line is pulled to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, she has to start from the right eyebrow peak and finish after a short shiver.


    This kind of strange surreal make-up made Yan hang unable to relax for a long time. No matter what, he couldn''t move his eyebrows.


    "What are you looking at! You''re the only one with eyes, aren''t you? " The old lady took two eyebrows of different lengths and yelled at him.


    Yan hang noticed that the little scum had already run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.


    Before he could recover from his shock and decide whether to go away or stay here, the old lady''s goal shifted again.


    She pointed to the protagonist standing on one side Jun: "you look at your little promising!"


    The protagonist didn''t look at her and didn''t say a word. She threw her schoolbag on her back and left.


    "Where are you going?" With a roar, the old lady went and grabbed his arm. "I''m talking to you. You didn''t hear me!"


    The protagonist is still silent, just back to break her hand.


    "Are you in trouble again?" The old lady''s voice is very loud all the time. There are many people coming and going at this time, and the people nearby are all interested in watching. However, compared with before, the old lady is totally indifferent to the crowd.


    Yan hang wanted to go away, but he thought that he had just claimed that he had covered the man, and now an old lady came out, and he ran away. It seemed that he couldn''t say it.


    Between hesitation can only continue to stand.


    "Waste! I''ll go to your teacher this afternoon! To your headmaster! Like what The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "see if I don''t scold them so much that they kneel down for me!"


    Yan hang changed his mind and decided to go away and cover it again tomorrow. It''s too painful to pestle here. He turned to take his mobile phone and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    When he was about to cross the street and go home, he took a look at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child''s face had disappeared, and his eyebrows were twisted.Yan hang walked quickly across the street and went home.


    However, after entering the room, he still stood at the window and looked across.


    The old lady should be the grandmother or grandmother of the protagonist, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows is not comparable to ordinary people.


    Five minutes later, the old lady could cross the street all the way to the house, and the sound finally disappeared.


    The protagonist is still standing in the same place, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.


    Yan hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.


    After landing, I remember that I can walk through the door.


    I was shocked by the old lady.


    Yan hang walked slowly across the street to the protagonist, stopped and took off his mask.


    Only now did he have a chance to look at the child carefully.


    One of the reasons why he was bullied is that he was not tall, but he was very good-looking, especially compared with the old lady just now.


    "To me?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist looked at him and made no sound.


    "What I just said counts," Yan hang pointed back to the building behind him. "I live on the first floor over there. You can come to me if you have something to do."


    The protagonist looked at him again, but still didn''t make a sound.


    This smile made Yan hang a little confused, with a smile in his dark eyes, just like everything had never happened before, or everything seemed not to affect him.


    It''s like his life was.


    "What''s your name?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist Jun looks at him and is still silent, as if he has lost his memory. When he thinks of "go to you, cover a fart" and is ready to turn around and leave, he opens his mouth with difficulty: "Chu, Chu First day of junior high school. "


    "What?" Yan hang Leng Leng, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe add a mental retardation, "I ask you what''s your name, who asked you what grade."


    "Junior, junior two." The protagonist said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also looked at Yan hang.


    After a long time of looking at each other, Yan hang finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand. Your name is junior one, and your name is junior two, right?"


    "Well." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.


    "Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." Junior one continued to nod.


    "And the old lady?" Yan hang asked again. He didn''t ask why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn''t need any reason.


    "I..." Junior one''s eyes darkened, and after a while he said softly, "grandma."


    "Oh," said Yan hang. After that, he felt there was nothing to say, so he waved, "OK, you go home. I''ll go to eat."


    "Your name is "Call," all go out can have ten meters, the first day of junior high school is still behind him, do not hurry to say, "call, call, call..."


    "Yan hang." Yan hang turns back to interrupt him.


    "Yan, Yan..." Junior high school nodded.


    "Hang, Yan hang." Yan hang said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    "Gone." Yan hang turned and walked along the road.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, Grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her 16-year-old dog in her arms.


    Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.


    "Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, my mother said without raising her head.


    "Well." Put down the schoolbag on the first day of junior high school.


    "Trash, there''s nothing in his eyes all day long. He doesn''t move if people don''t say it." Grandma said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. I went into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes.


    "What a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I''m going to be beaten again today! I said to go to school, but he didn''t let me! Rubbish


    "He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.


    "What''s the matter with me?" grandma stood at the kitchen door with her dog in her arms. "What''s the matter with me? Nobody dares to provoke me, you know?"


    "You watch TV!" Mom raised her voice, too.


    Chuyi stares at the dishes in his hand without saying a word. He quickly washes them and puts them on the desk. Then he goes out of the kitchen and enters the room.


    He doesn''t have his own room. This room is my grandfather''s bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth cabinet beside the wall.


    In fact, now he should go to the living room to do his homework. His desk is in the living room, but he is not willing to go there when grandma is there.


    "You don''t do your homework today!" Grandma called in the living room.


    On the first day of junior high school, without making a sound, he quietly went to the living room and sat down. He took out his book from his schoolbag and turned on the desk lamp. He quickly fell on the desk and began to do his homework.


    But his all-out performance failed to calm Grandma down.


    "Don''t think I can''t see it, white eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your father''s house, don''t you Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I''ll give you food and drink. I''ll rush to farm for others. White eyed wolf!"My grandfather didn''t have any land. He just planted some vegetables on the rooftop with flowerpots. The first day of junior high school liked the small vegetable garden very much and helped to water it every time. Grandma couldn''t stand it.


    But the white eyed wolf It should be right to say that he did kiss his grandparents. For grandma, he was a white eyed wolf.


    "Dinner Mom went out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.


    On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen and got up to set up the dining table. Then I took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After I served my mother and grandmother, I sat down and began to eat.


    "His father doesn''t come back?" Grandma asked.


    "Well, there''s something wrong with the team." Mom said.


    "A broken driver, I don''t know, thinks he is the Secretary of the prime minister''s office." Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth.


    "Eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.


    "After dinner, go and buy me a cigarette." Grandma pinched the cigarette off the table.


    He nodded, took the ashtray, pulled the cigarette ends and ashes into it, and rubbed the traces of cigarette ends on the table, but did not rub them off.


    Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrest of the sofa, but also all the flat areas in his home have the burn marks left by grandma when she pinched cigarettes.


    "Smoke less. If you die, you''ll smoke to death." Mom said.


    "Did it cost you money? I know you''ve lost your job and I have a pension myself! " Grandma said, grabbed her cloth bag, took a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of junior one, "take it, buy me cigarettes!"


    Junior one took the money and stood up.


    "I''ll go after that." Mom stopped him.


    "Eat, eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog.


    I sat down and continued to eat.


    "Today, er Ping and some of them want me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "irritating."


    "Where have you been?" Grandma asked.


    "Don''t they just go to some LV or something like that?" my mother tut said, "I''m so angry. If I say no, I''ll have to go."


    "Just because there are two stinky money at home! It''s like stepping on an electric switch all day long, "my grandmother said," sooner or later, it''s all gone! "


    The first day of junior high school, without raising his eyes, he buried his head in eating bitterly, thinking that he would finish eating quickly and go out.


    "Also said to buy a gift for the first day of junior high school, I said I would take it back, not let it, to give it personally," my mother said, "I don''t know what to think."


    "If you can''t give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people''s children," grandma said with a happy tone. "I see, she''s too fat to give birth."


    On the first day of the new year, I ate the rice in the bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up and took grandma''s 100 yuan and went out.


    It''s a bit cold outside, but he feels very comfortable and his breathing is much smoother.


    So every night after he finished his homework, he would come out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights on this side were broken, and the dark lights made him feel very safe.


    I came out a little early today. There were a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall and didn''t want to be seen.


    In the past, people could not avoid being seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when he walked into the store.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandmother?" The boss asked.


    "Well." Hand over the money on the first day of junior high school.


    The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette. He said, "your grandmother has been smoking for 20 years. She hasn''t smoked any other cigarettes."


    "Exclusive." Junior high school nodded.


    The boss put on the cigarette with a smile. He went out with the bag and continued to walk around the wall.


    All the way to the river.


    The river is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, no one will come. It''s too cold in winter, and the river smells sour in other seasons.


    About 20 times on the first day of junior high school, someone passes by.


    It''s a great place for him.


    He often comes here. He has a dedicated tree hole here that has been used for nearly ten years.


    Tree hole is a real tree hole.


    An old Sophora tree by the river has a hole in its trunk.


    From the beginning, I had to step on the root of the tree to get this hole. Now I need to bend down to buckle my face to the tree hole. Junior one said a lot of little secrets and little wishes to it.


    I''ve forgotten many little secrets, and none of my little wishes have come true.


    Probably because the river is sour.


    The first time he looked around, there was no one. He bent down, put his face in the tree hole and closed his eyes.


    Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, so it''s clean all the time. There''s no peculiar smell, and you can smell the smell of wood.


    "I don''t, I don''t want to go to school," the first day of junior high school said slowly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."


    He sighed, "my mother wants me to go to college."


    "If I can''t pass the exam, I''m sure I can''t," he said gently on the bark. "I just, just I don''t want to read. "This kind of unresponsive talk, every time on the first day of junior high school, you have to talk for at least a few minutes, and then you will feel a lot more relaxed.


    It''s the same today. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.


    The stretch was only half done, and he held his arm up and froze.


    There was a man standing next to him.


    Wearing sportswear and running shoes, wearing masks.


    It''s the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him later.


    Yan hang.


    "You..." Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school. For a moment, he didn''t know what to say. He was shocked when he saw a puckering man growing on the tree in the middle of the run, but he was still the first day of junior high school.


    "Put down your arms first," said Yan hang. "I don''t have a knife, either."


    Junior one put down his arm.


    "You..." Yan Hang still didn''t know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn''t help laughing at the impression on his face.


    At last, he went to the tree trunk, looked at it and found that it was a big hole.


    "Did you dig it?" Yan hang turned his head and asked junior one, "it''s so suitable for your face."


    "No," the first day of junior high school replied, "I''m big, big, and many faces."


    "The average hole is right." Yan hang said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "do you have many secrets here?"


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


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 Chapter 55

    This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


    Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn''t look at the screen or make any more noise.


    After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.


    Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let''s see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."


    After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?


    "It''s not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."


    The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.


    But today''s withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn''t do it.


    The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.


    He didn''t look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn''t exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.


    There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.


    When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.


    -No more?


    Someone on the screen asked.


    "No," said Yan hang, "mourning."


    With that, he didn''t look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.


    Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.


    The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.


    From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.


    Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.


    He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Do you love me?


    do you need me?


    do you want me?


    do you love me?


    he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.


    ¡°No¡£¡±


    Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father''s voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I''m back."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He was very sleepy.


    "Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"


    Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"


    Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what''s the matter with Yan hang?"


    "Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I''ll let you die now."


    "Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.


    "Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor."


    "I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let''s go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it''s an English book and intensive reading I don''t understand. Can you see? ""Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.


    "My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."


    "I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.


    "Yes," Dad nodded, "I''ve been collecting, our heirloom."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.


    It''s only two days since he moved here. I don''t know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.


    "How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It''s a game that has been played for more than ten years.


    Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.


    Sometimes it''s The meat hurts.


    Like today.


    When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.


    It''s really an old community.


    But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.


    So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.


    "What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.


    "Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.


    "Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.


    It''s very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it''s not necessarily when I come out.


    "Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn''t?"


    "Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.


    "Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.


    "940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."


    "It doesn''t seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."


    "Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.


    "Go back?" Dad asked.


    "Noodles, please." Yan hang said.


    "Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don''t you think it''s an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"


    "Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.


    "Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."


    This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.


    "This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."


    "Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.


    When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."


    "Ah." Yan hang answered.


    "Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it''s a good place. Maybe I''ll stay longer."


    "No Yan hang replied quickly.


    "I don''t want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."


    "It''s two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn''t want to go to primary school."


    "Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I''ve been scolded by your teacher Lu."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.


    The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.


    "Such a good child," she said, "I''m afraid I''ll be taught bad by your father in the future."


    Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.


    Yan hang didn''t ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn''t appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.


    I''ll come back anyway.


    I''m used to it.


    Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.


    He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.


    He doesn''t have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad''s life is like a journey, and it''s all short distance.


    He can''t count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn''t even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.


    "I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."


    Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn''t have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.


    Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father''s arm.


    Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It''s no use lying on my back.


    So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.


    Now it''s almost three o''clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.


    The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.


    And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.


    Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.


    He likes running. It''s the best way for him to pass the time.


    He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.


    After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.


    After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.


    Plus the medicine, he didn''t get up until noon.


    It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.


    With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.


    Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.


    It''s almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.


    Will you fight back?


    To what extent will we fight back?


    Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.


    Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.


    Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.


    There are so many whys. He didn''t ask why for a long time.


    A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.


    He was pushed.


    From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It''s not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it''s like the high tide before a good play ends.


    The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.


    Maybe it''s just an unconscious action, but it''s really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.


    Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.


    Yan hang tut.


    It''s heavy.


    Then another boy kicked his leg.


    According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.


    Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.


    But it didn''t work. A few boys fought back.


    After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.


    But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang''s experience, they will not stop until he has a response.


    So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.


    A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.


    "It''s a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.


    -Does brother Xiaotian want to fight-Pay attention to safety. Let''s call the police.


    there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.


    "I don''t know," he said. "I can''t watch it. It''s too sad."


    After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist''s face for the first time in a few days.


    It''s not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.


    It was very calm.


    It''s so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can''t say whether it''s sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can''t find a suitable adjective.


    Half of the broken cup didn''t fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy''s finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist''s face again, Yan hang whistled.


    It''s very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang''s best is probably whistling.


    My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.


    The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.


    Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.


    The screen was very busy, but he didn''t have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.


    "Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.


    "From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."


    Yan hangting likes to work in a coffee shop. The environment is good, there are not many guests, and he works late. After getting up in the morning, he can make an early breakfast for himself and go out after eating.


    Today, dad was at home. He made two portions of breakfast.


    "What''s breakfast?" Dad got up earlier than him. He had already gone out and came back.


    "Prawns and eggs." Yan hang takes the plate to him.


    "I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up the fork to poke open the egg skin, and then looked at him, "prawns?"


    "Shrimp, diced egg and rice." Yan hang corrected his statement again.


    ¡°¡­¡­ How can you prove that it''s a prawn when it''s all diced Dad''s not happy.


    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


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 Chapter 56

    At this time, there are very few people on the street. People who have dinner, watch TV at home and take a walk haven''t come out yet.


    As soon as Yan hang went out, he glanced at both sides of the road. When he went to the street, the lights were very bright, and everything seemed calm. When he went to the Chu family, he found that the lights were not all on, and he couldn''t see what was going on in the dark.


    "Go to his house," Dad said, "and make another call."


    "Well." Yan hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number of junior one.


    This time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, it''s that we can''t get through at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


    When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.


    This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.


    He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.


    When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.


    The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.


    "I''ll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.


    Junior one didn''t say a word, and didn''t move.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."


    On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.


    Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.


    Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.


    "Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing''s face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.


    "Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."


    Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.


    "To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don''t get into your twenties, it''s just three streets. It''s boring."


    Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn''t jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I''m planted today. Leave a name."


    "Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.


    Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn''t know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.


    Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.


    "Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."


    "Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go." Liang Bing turned and left.


    The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.


    It was quiet all around.


    Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang''s face and said, "is it serious


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It''s going to scab You didn''t hurt anything, did you? "


    Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I''m sorry."


    "You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn''t go on, just patted him on the head, "go."


    "Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."


    "No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.


    The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.


    "OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can''t see it. It''s very strong."


    "No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.


    The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.


    He was relieved.


    Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang''s home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.


    Nervous, scared, angry, anxious


    After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.


    From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.


    He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.


    But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.


    The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.


    "Didn''t you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi didn''t make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.


    "No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."


    Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    When he got home, Yan hang didn''t go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.


    "You don''t think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked.


    "14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.


    "Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"


    "I''ll change it right away. I''ll change my summer school. I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let''s change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."


    There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.


    When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers'' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.


    Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.


    The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person''s temperament is not the same with the clothes. It''s a little cool.


    It''s just too short.


    Tut tut.


    "Ice packs." Dad said it again.


    "Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.


    "A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.


    Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what''s the name of that man?"


    "Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don''t think I can help you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn''t mention it.


    Just now, he didn''t lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.


    He doesn''t care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn''t stay anywhere long.


    But junior one is different.


    As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.


    "On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."


    The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.


    "I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I''ll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can''t run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "It''s no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."


    "Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."


    "Tomorrow will do." Dad said.


    "Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don''t drink, drink?"


    "Lemon juice." Dad said right away.


    Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.


    "I drink lemon juice." Dad said.


    "Just this one." Yan hang said.


    "This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."


    I don''t know if I''m hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.


    But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.


    Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school.


    "Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I''ll call a car to come here later.""No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.


    "Not far?" Yan hang asked.


    "If you don''t take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus


    Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it''s better to take a taxi."


    Junior one did not speak, sighed.


    I envy Yan hang very much.


    I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.


    The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.


    Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn''t believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.


    When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven


    I envy him very much, but he doesn''t have such a father.


    Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.


    And he is not Yan hang.


    "Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."


    "Let''s go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."


    Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."


    "Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.


    Yan Hang''s clothes smell very good. I don''t know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang''s own breath.


    He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.


    It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang''s face, he froze.


    Yan Hang is squinting at him.


    "Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian''er."


    "Washed clothes." Yan hang said.


    "No, it''s not," he said hastily. "I''m The clothes are very fragrant. "


    "because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.


    The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.


    After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.


    "Music Festival." He said.


    "All right." The driver nodded and drove out.


    Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don''t know which square has no influence, do we?"


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.


    When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.


    He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.


    It''s very smooth and feels very good.


    He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang''s hand: "here you are."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said."What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


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 Chapter 57

    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?"


    "You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great."


    "Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized."Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.


    If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slow


    Yan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?"


    "Be civilized." Yan hang said.


    "Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.


    The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


    -The boy closest to him was stunned at first, and then burst into a burst of laughter as if he had heard the funniest part of the year.


    The boys behind him also laughed wildly.


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


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 Chapter 58

    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


    When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.


    This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.


    When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.


    The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.


    "I''ll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.


    Junior one didn''t say a word, and didn''t move.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."


    On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.


    Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.


    Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.


    "Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing''s face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.


    "Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."


    Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.


    "To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don''t get into your twenties, it''s just three streets. It''s boring."


    Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn''t jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I''m planted today. Leave a name."


    "Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.


    Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn''t know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.


    Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.


    "Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."


    "Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go." Liang Bing turned and left.


    The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.


    It was quiet all around.


    Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang''s face and said, "is it serious


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It''s going to scab You didn''t hurt anything, did you? "


    Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I''m sorry."


    "You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn''t go on, just patted him on the head, "go."


    "Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."


    "No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.


    The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.


    "OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can''t see it. It''s very strong."


    "No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.


    The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.


    He was relieved.


    Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang''s home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.


    Nervous, scared, angry, anxious


    After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.


    From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.


    He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.


    Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.


    But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.


    The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.


    "Didn''t you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi didn''t make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.


    "No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."


    Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    When he got home, Yan hang didn''t go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red."You don''t think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked.


    "14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.


    "Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"


    "I''ll change it right away. I''ll change my summer school. I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let''s change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."


    There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.


    When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers'' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.


    Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.


    The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person''s temperament is not the same with the clothes. It''s a little cool.


    It''s just too short.


    Tut tut.


    "Ice packs." Dad said it again.


    "Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.


    "A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.


    Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what''s the name of that man?"


    "Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don''t think I can help you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn''t mention it.


    Just now, he didn''t lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.


    He doesn''t care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn''t stay anywhere long.


    But junior one is different.


    As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.


    "On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."


    The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.


    "I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I''ll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can''t run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "It''s no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."


    "Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."


    "Tomorrow will do." Dad said.


    "Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don''t drink, drink?"


    "Lemon juice." Dad said right away.


    Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.


    "I drink lemon juice." Dad said.


    "Just this one." Yan hang said.


    "This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."


    I don''t know if I''m hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.


    But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.


    Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school.


    "Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I''ll call a car to come here later."


    "No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.


    "Not far?" Yan hang asked.


    "If you don''t take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus


    Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it''s better to take a taxi."


    Junior one did not speak, sighed.


    I envy Yan hang very much.


    I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.


    The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.


    Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn''t believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.


    When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heavenI envy him very much, but he doesn''t have such a father.


    Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.


    And he is not Yan hang.


    "Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."


    "Let''s go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."


    Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."


    "Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.


    Yan Hang''s clothes smell very good. I don''t know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang''s own breath.


    He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.


    It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang''s face, he froze.


    Yan Hang is squinting at him.


    "Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian''er."


    "Washed clothes." Yan hang said.


    "No, it''s not," he said hastily. "I''m The clothes are very fragrant. "


    "because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.


    The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.


    After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.


    "Music Festival." He said.


    "All right." The driver nodded and drove out.


    Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don''t know which square has no influence, do we?"


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.


    When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.


    He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.


    It''s very smooth and feels very good.


    He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang''s hand: "here you are."


    "Your ID card, every time you do two, you must have done it," Yan hang put down his mobile phone and walked up to him, "take it out and I''ll have a look."


    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


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 Chapter 59

    "So soon?" Yan hang picked up the pebble, and the hole in the middle of the rope had been drilled.


    "No, soon," junior one looked at him nervously, "do you like it?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.


    "Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


    Before getting out of the car, he couldn''t help opening the red rope''s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.


    Junior one''s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.


    Today is the first day of the music festival, and it''s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.


    Music, people''s laughter and shouts.


    Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.


    He doesn''t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won''t take him on this occasion to join the fun.


    Today''s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year''s fireworks party.


    "Go to the front?" Dad asked.


    Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.


    The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.


    "Go to the tree over there. It''s too close. It''s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right." Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.


    There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.


    When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: "go up..."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.


    However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn''t stand after he went up."Hold on to me." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: "little short, son."


    "Get the hell out of here." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.


    There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.


    Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.


    Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he''s all right.


    In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.


    This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn''t even take a second.


    It''s so dry and crisp that it''s thrown away.


    No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.


    Dad didn''t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.


    "Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. "You can see clearly."


    "Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan." Junior one took the telescope.


    "Don''t call it that standard," Dad said. "It''s a long string."


    "Thank you, uncle." Junior one said.


    "Yes, that''s a lot easier." Dad nodded.


    Junior one looked down at the telescope: "I have not played this, this."


    "Now play," Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, "very clear."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, "OK, far away."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: "I see."


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy: "native goods."


    "Foreign goods," the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, "be serious."


    By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.


    When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.


    The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.


    It''s a song dad likes very much.


    My father''s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.


    ¡°One day£¬I won''t be insane¡­¡­¡± Dad started to sing along.


    Yan hang smiles and sings: "won''t play, all their football games, we all need to play..."


    The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," the first day of junior high school said, "take it as you please. It''s a surprise."


    After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.


    Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.


    The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.


    It''s like shouting.


    It''s like struggling.


    The noiseless confusion of black and white.


    Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.


    "The first day of junior high school," my father called, "how about changing places?"


    "Good." The first time I thought about it, I agreed.


    "Go there, farther away," my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"


    The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: "yes, I invite you to drink tea."


    "Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed," Yan said, "and he''s always thinking about treating people."


    "No, not every time, robbed." I jumped off the stone bench.


    "With uncle, it''s not your turn to treat," Dad said with a smile. "Go and sit there for a while."


    Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.


    After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi smiles at him: "your hands are a little cold."


    "Well," answered Yan hang, "the wind is strong."


    After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn''t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: "why don''t you call me brother Sheng and I''ll lead you across the street?""You are, not harm, afraid." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.


    There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it''s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It''s very comfortable.


    They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.


    As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn''t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "didn''t you come out like this before?"


    "In the evening, at home," sat down on the first day of junior high school, "stupefied."


    "Isn''t that boring?" Dad sighed.


    "In Yeh, Yeh''s house is fun," the first day of junior high school turned the cup, "you can go on holiday."


    "Grandfather''s house is far away, isn''t it?" Dad asked again.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.


    This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.


    Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.


    "You stammer," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "when did it start?"


    "Remember, things start," the first thought, "my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way."


    "Then you are scared." Dad said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s not stupid


    "I can see that," Dad said. "You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won''t stammer."


    "Really Yes Do you... " Junior one said.


    Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.


    "You see, I don''t stammer anymore." Dad, clap.


    "He doesn''t stutter when he says three words." Yan hang said.


    Dad was happy: "then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "Fourteen, that''s the problem," Chuyi sighed. "It''s longer, longer, isn''t it?"


    Yan hang couldn''t hold his mobile phone with a smile: "the sentence behind you is long."


    "OK," Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, "straight Broadcast Is that right? "


    "No, video." Yan hang said.


    "You For What What... " The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of


    "Take your time," Yan said with a smile. "It''s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer."


    "Well." Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, "this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. "


    Yan hang and his father don''t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn''t care what he is. He doesn''t care.


    When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o''clock.


    "Yo," dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."


    "I don''t think I''ll be able to get a taxi at this moment," said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. "There are so many people."


    "Bus, deliver the car." Junior one said.


    Yan hang doesn''t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn''t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.


    However, there''s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can''t take a taxi. It''s too long to walk back. It''s just a crowded bus.


    And it''s really crowded.


    There are more than three people who can''t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.


    "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.


    Yan hang sighed and laughed: "shut up."


    After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.


    The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.


    As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: "ah!"


    "How," Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, "hard?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, it''s not, "the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again," I''m not yet, I''m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. "


    "Why are you so surprised?" Yan hang asked."Little stone," the first day of junior high school said, "yes, yes, no, it''s dropped?"


    "No," Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. "I can feel it. It''s not so easy to drop the clasp."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, "I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone."


    "Don''t worry," Yan hang said with a smile. "In fact, I haven''t received any gifts. I won''t lose them so easily."


    When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on.


    "See?" Yan hang asked.


    "A bottle, a cap." The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.


    "A bottle cap." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school began to laugh: "still say me, owe son."


    "Let''s go. Hurry up. I''ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again." Yan hang said.


    "No one cares about me at night," he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, "late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. "


    Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry.


    Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.


    The co driver''s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.


    "My father," the first day of junior high school, went over, "you''re back, coming?"


    "Where have you been?" On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, "get on the bus, I''ll see you off."


    With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away."


    "I..." There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang patted him on the back, "do you want to walk back alone?"


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, "it''s very open today, heart, good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    "Good night, uncle." The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.


    "Good night." Dad waved his hand.


    After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.


    After a moment''s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: "it''s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?"


    "I don''t know," Dad lit a cigarette and went on, "I saw him for the first time anyway."


    Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.


    In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


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 Chapter 60

    I''m afraid.


    Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.


    All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


    "All right." Yan hang said.


    "Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


    It''s the same today, but he''s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn''t finished reading two pages.


    Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.


    Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.


    In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.


    But this time, it''s different. It''s still a feeling that I can''t say.


    Yan Hang is a very sensitive person. He can detect many details and emotions. His father also praised him: "our prince''s insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"


    He hoped that he would be a dull man, that he would not feel anything, and that he would not be afraid of anything.


    In fact, he did not speculate about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged a lot of cool jobs for his father.


    Swat, agent, undercover, killer, Ghost Hunter


    Then I stopped thinking about it.


    He has to face and ignore the reality, Dad can''t have any career, and the way he got the money back may not be glorious.


    As for the reason, he had to wait.


    Wait until now.


    His uneasiness peaked today.


    Fear.


    It''s the emotion that he always refuses to show others easily, even for his father.


    He''s Yan hang. He''s arrogant and comfortable since he was young. He won''t be afraid of anyone.


    "Do you remember your grandparents?" Dad suddenly asked.


    "Well?" Yan hang didn''t react. Like his mother, his grandparents had almost no impression, only faintly in some very unpleasant dreams.


    Apart from that, he doesn''t think about it at all.


    Even when he heard Dad talking about grandma, his first reaction was to be a white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows.


    "Grandma passed away last year. It was last month," Dad said. "It''s not that old."Yan hang looked at him and didn''t know what to say.


    He only knew that his father was an orphan and he didn''t have grandparents. As for his grandparents, he didn''t think about it at all. Now he suddenly mentioned it, he didn''t have any emotion and couldn''t make any response.


    "Didn''t I ever tell you," Dad turned his head. "I''m very, very, very I miss your mother


    Yan hang was stunned.


    When he said your mother''s three words, he saw the tears in dad''s eyes.


    For the first time in his memory, he saw his father''s tears.


    "Lao Yan," he was a little at a loss, "you..."


    Dad laughed and looked at him: "you are not like your mother at all. I can''t miss her if I want to see you."


    "I didn''t look too much like you by accident." Yan hang said.


    In fact, he had the same mind as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find his mother''s shadow except for the part like his father, but he didn''t succeed.


    He looks very much like his father. Sometimes he thinks that maybe he was born by his father himself.


    "I should not go out this time," my father lit a cigarette and put his eyes back on the TV. "I hope you don''t cook the same food every day, or I''ll break up with you."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    Almost ten o''clock, Dad suddenly turned to look at the door, and then the door was knocked.


    "It''s the first day of junior high school," Yan hang said softly. "He came to ask me to run."


    "It''s not long to run," my father said. "Let him take it easy. Let''s jump. Let''s jump high."


    "Then tell him." Yan hang stood up and went to open the door.


    The first day of junior high school stood outside the door wearing a smaller sportswear and that pair of Nb. According to the image Yan hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.


    After seeing his father, he laughed: "uncle, uncle good."


    "Running?" Dad said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Good running, running can grow," my father pointed to Yan hang, "when he was your age, he was only one meter four..."


    "What about the trust between father and son?" Yan hang looks at his father in shock.


    "It''s just running every day, and then swish," Dad said, "it''s a stretch. It''s amazing."


    "It''s amazing." Chuichi laughs.


    "Go for a walk," Yan hang changed his shoes and looked back when he went out, "do you have a snack? There are lots of barbecues over there. "


    "Roast wings, roast sausage, roast tendon, duck neck..." Dad quickly reported a string.


    Yan hang ignored him and closed the door. He continued to shout in: "see if you have salt and pepper duck tongue - remember to bring beer -"


    "one meter, four." Junior one looked at him and sighed.


    "Looking for a cigarette?" Yan hang said.


    "I''m so long. I''m so tall." Junior one said.


    "I can''t see that. Let''s ignore this invisible growth rate." Yan hang looks at his head. His hair is a little long on the first day of junior high school. When the wind blows over, there are two tufts of hair standing on the top of his head like dancing. I don''t think he can afford to have a haircut.


    "I was five centimeters taller than when I was a year old." The first day of junior high school, I jumped.


    "Congratulations," Yan hang sincerely congratulated, "how short you have to be."


    "It''s not much different from what you used to be." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao''s team tomorrow." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No, Xin," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "Li, Zi haoying, if you fail in English, you can''t get through."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughed, "are you good at English?"


    "I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, my subjects." Junior one answered very honestly.


    ¡°¡­¡­ So it''s not going to go to pugo, is it Yan hang thought, "technical secondary school? Vocational high school


    "I want to work, work." Junior one whispered.


    Yan hang took a look at him and said nothing.


    Junior one such a child, the school for him, should be no attraction, perhaps can go to work to get rid of that environment is his most urgent need.


    "My mother, Ken, must be angry." Junior one said.


    "Your family is funny. They don''t care about anything," said Yan hang. "There are so many demands. Did you pick them up? Or do you take care of them? "


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''m an accident. My mother didn''t want me. She was going to read self-study and self-study, but she didn''t succeed."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang was stunned and raised his hand to scratch his head twice.


    There are a lot of people running in today''s places. They are all runners with earphones and complete equipment. Yan hang feels very comfortable and has a real feeling.


    The first day of junior high school, as usual, was running close to the side. Yan hang went over and pulled him back to the middle of the track.


    "Drink, drink?" After running for an hour, I asked when I was resting."Run every day, drink every day," Yan hang said, "do you have a lot of pocket money?"


    "Please, I," said the first day of junior high school, "tomorrow, I''ll drink boiled water."


    Yan hang laughed for a long time: "what do you want to drink?"


    "Lemon tea." The first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang bought lemon tea for him and asked for a can of coke. When he sat by the river and drank it, there was a strong gust of wind. At the beginning of the new year, he grabbed his hair which had been blown up one after another.


    Yan hang looked at his forehead with the dog gnawed like hair, could not help reaching out to help him cut, found that the dog had not changed.


    Before he did not pay attention to the first day of the hair is this virtue.


    He thought for a while and asked, "have you ever been robbed of money by people who are looking for trouble all day?"


    "People in the river, the river''s Lake floating," the first drink of lemon tea, "how can not, get robbed."


    "Did you get robbed of your pocket money and have no money for a haircut?" Yan hang asked.


    "I always cut it myself." The first day of junior high school answered very quietly.


    Yan hang heard a trace of satisfaction from his tone: "ah, do you still think your craft is very good?"


    "This is the layer, the second sense." The first day of junior high school held the hair on his forehead and pulled it.


    "Yes," Yan hang looked at him, "it''s quite hierarchical."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the second day of the second


    "It''s not so ugly, thanks to your good looks." Yan hang said.


    "Anyway, it''s flat. I don''t have people to look at me." I took a sip of lemon tea.


    "I see. I have to watch running every day," Yan hang sighed. "I just want to have a haircut tomorrow. Let''s go together."


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    "I have a card," Yan hang added. "You can use my card."


    "No, no," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while before he said, "I can help you. I can''t help you


    "If not," Yan hang responded. This kind of behavior that he didn''t feel at all would probably put pressure on junior one. He took out his mobile phone and poked out his calendar. "I''ll start to work tomorrow. I''ll be late at work on Friday. You can help me run errands and buy vegetables."


    The first time I saw him.


    Yan hang felt that he was very inexperienced in getting along with "friends".


    Stiff and awkward.


    So he shut up.


    "When you want to buy vegetables," the first day of junior high school said, "just mention it and tell me."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, thought about it, covered his eyes and sighed, "fuck, I''m so embarrassed."


    Chuichi laughs.


    "Laugh a fart." Yan hang said.


    "Yan hang, you are special, good." Junior one said.


    "I know that." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school, I laugh again and again.


    When he went back, Yan hang went to the barbecue shop next to him. His father asked for different things, but he also bought a lot of them. When he got home, he went to the supermarket and bought two beers.


    "To my house for barbecue?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school, "I''ll process the food later."


    "Good." There was no hesitation at all.


    "Honest," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, "just like you."


    "I want to stay with you." Junior one said.


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I have to tell my father that the magic can''t get girls, it can only get little boys."


    "Can you teach me, teach me?" First day of junior high school.


    "Who are you going to hang out with?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No," Chuyi raised his hand and moved his finger. "I think it''s very, very cool."


    "I''ll teach you later. It''s very simple. I have to practice." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school nodded happily, and they all raised their hands and moved their fingers along the way.


    By the time I got home, my father had already cleaned up the tea table, set up the induction cooker and pan, which was their habit.


    He and his father love barbecue, but they usually don''t eat outside. They all pack and carry them home to eat while they are hot.


    "Come on, junior one, sit here," Dad brought a stool to junior one. "Can I have some beer?"


    "Lick, lick." Junior one said.


    "I''ll have to lick two or three cans." Dad said.


    "Don''t teach bad children," Yan hang took three plates out and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, took a small piece of butter and put it in, "this one is very fragrant with butter."


    On the first day of junior high school, I went to the side of the pot and smelled: "fragrance."


    This kind of sitting around the table at home, no pressure, no ear full of complaints and dissatisfaction, no hurry to eat barbecue and drink wine scene, junior one likes it very much.


    There were similar scenes in my grandfather''s house, but my grandfather''s house was too far away. He stayed for a few days in the summer vacation at most, and he had to endure the curse of grandma for a month that he was a white eyed wolf.Yan Hang''s father is a little childish. When he was faced with him in the first day of junior high school, he didn''t face the pressure of his elders and was very relaxed.


    He could listen to Yan hang and chat with him without saying a word.


    It''s very interesting.


    Very happy and warm.


    "How is your mother cooking?" Yan Hang''s father asked him.


    "One pot, stewed pie." Junior one said.


    Yan Hang''s father laughed: "little stutter can be so poor."


    "I thought your grandmother was cooking at home," Yan said. "Don''t you say your mother is very busy."


    "Grandma is busy, too." Junior one sighed.


    Busy arguing, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.


    "If you are greedy, come to us," said Yan Hang''s father after a sip of beer. "We have good food and wine. There are no rules."


    "Well." Chuyi nodded with a smile.


    It was a good snack. The first day of junior high school didn''t know how much they could eat, and neither did Yan hang and his son. After drinking the beer, they had almost eaten the barbecue.


    "There are two chicken wings and one sausage. You can finish it." Yan Hang''s father pours a bag into the pot.


    The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel bars that Yan hang left in the bag fell out.


    "Oh, amulet." Yan Hang''s father picked up ganger and arranged it on the tea table.


    "I have," Chuyi said with a smile, "Yan hang gave me one, one."


    "Well," Yan Hang''s father laughed, "I tell you, this is very effective."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded, "yesterday was bad, almost let me, my mother spent, spent, I was so anxious."


    Yan hang took a look at him: "if you spend it, just find another one."


    "No, no, it''s the same," junior one said. "That''s It''s just not the same. "


    "Then you have to put it away," said Yan hangle. "They all look the same. You can''t find them together."


    The first day of junior high school, when he said this, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.


    "Give me," Yan hang probably saw his nervousness and stretched out to him, "I''ll help you process it."


    "How to increase the labor?" On the first day of junior high school, he took out the steel bar and put it in his hand.


    "Wait," Yan hang stood up, "where''s the little leather you picked up, Lao Yan?"


    "It''s on the table in the room." Yan Hang''s father said.


    Yan hang went into the house and didn''t come out for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang''s father ate up the barbecue, and some of them chatted for a long time. Yan hang came out and put gangkai''er on the coffee table in front of him: "this won''t be lost."


    At first glance, I was stunned.


    Ganger put on a small leather coat.


    Two thin dark brown belts are crossed and wound around the steel bar. On the back, they are padded with a small leather cut into a circle and glued together. They also wear a thin leather rope on the top, which can be worn around the neck like a necklace.


    "Good looking," the first day of junior high school was a little surprised. Looking at Yan hang, "did you do that?"


    "It''s easy to do. Just cut the skin and stick it," Yan hang said with a smile. "If you don''t dare to wear it on your neck, just wrap it around your wrist. If you don''t dare to hide it, you won''t be confused with other steel bars."


    The first day of junior high school has been holding gangkai''er in his hand. When he got up and went home, he put it in his pocket.


    Yan hang didn''t expect that someone would care so much about a ganger.


    "Brother Xiaotian, you see him off," my father said, leaning on the sofa, "there seems to be no light in that section of the road."


    "It''s OK," the first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, "I''m a man."


    "Come on, I''ll walk for a while." Yan hang said.


    Dad knows that the first day of junior high school is always bullied. Now it''s warm. At this time, the night life of hooligans and gangsters has just begun. I''m afraid that the first day of junior high school will be happy and be defeated when I go home.


    After accompanying junior one through the road without street lights, junior one pointed to an old building in front of him and said, "my home is there."


    "Well." Yan hang looked at it and didn''t know which building he was referring to, but he knew that junior one should not be willing to let people near his home, so he stopped.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "There''s a lot of rubbish. Go back." Yan hang said.


    "If there is, one day," junior one looked at him, "you go, I will, miss you very much."


    Yan hang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school also laughed, came over and grasped his hand, gently grasped it, turned around and walked quickly.


    "Hibernation is not awake," Yan hang yawned, "too lazy to move."


    -Will you still see that child today?


    Someone asked again.


    "That kid I don''t know, "Yan hang looked sideways into the living room," go to the window and wait. "


    -I hope I won''t be bullied again today. I feel sorry for him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


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 Chapter 61

    Today, it''s very touching to be able to sleep on the sofa, so when he woke up twice, he was singing a lullaby in his heart, coaxing himself to continue to sleep.


    When he finally woke up, it was almost nine o''clock. He took a look at his mobile phone. There was no news about the first day of junior high school. It should be that he didn''t miss the night run.


    When he made a sandwich for himself to eat, he heard footsteps outside the door. He went up to the cat''s eye and looked out. He saw the first day of junior high school who was rubbing his head against the soles of his shoes on the edge of the steps.


    But Yan hang almost didn''t recognize that this was the first day of junior high school. He didn''t wear the same school uniform for ten thousand years. He wore a sports suit.


    Yan hang didn''t open the door directly. While eating a sandwich, he watched junior one from the cat''s eyes with great interest.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?"


    "You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great.""Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized.


    "Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.


    If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.


    Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slow


    Yan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?"


    "Be civilized." Yan hang said."Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.


    But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.


    The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


    -The fear from deep within


    Yan hang looked down.


    In the palm of my hand is a bright black hexagon stone and a red string.


    With the subtle touch of the first day of junior high school carefully pressing things on his hands.


    "So soon?" Yan hang picked up the pebble, and the hole in the middle of the rope had been drilled.


    "No, soon," junior one looked at him nervously, "do you like it?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog.""It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


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 Chapter 62

    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


    "Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.


    If he didn''t have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.


    Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.


    It''s OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can''t.


    He''s going to walk away in a hurry.


    That''s how you see money as Baba.


    I''ve been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn''t save money, so he doesn''t have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.


    His way of making money is to work. He doesn''t know the way his father makes money.


    I''m not willing to find out.


    "Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.


    "Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.


    As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".


    Yan hang looks at her.


    "Don''t do it. Don''t do it. My cell phone There''s no electricity Said the little girl.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything


    "I don''t have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.


    When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.


    He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.


    After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."


    The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee.


    "Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms."What?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.


    "I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.


    "Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."


    Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.


    "I''ll pay attention next time." He said.


    "Don''t pay attention, it''s very good," said boss Li. "It''s good to sell one more cup of coffee. It''s good to have the spirit of making every penny."


    "Ah." Yan hang nodded.


    Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn''t know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.


    He hasn''t been working this year. He''s not used to standing for such a long time. He won''t be tired after running for two hours. It''s tiring to stand for several hours.


    As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.


    Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.


    This state, he will generally use running to adjust.


    Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it''s very comfortable.


    But it''s not easy to run at this time. It''s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It''s probably just the road by the river that''s full of holes.


    The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.


    No running, no running.


    When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn''t decide whether to run here or not.


    The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".


    After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.


    However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.


    Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.


    And it looks like it''s bending over to find something.


    Treasure hunter?


    Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.


    A second later he froze.


    The treasure hunter is junior one.


    Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn''t plan to have any more contact with the child.


    I didn''t expect it would be like this again.


    He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.


    After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.


    He couldn''t see it any more. He didn''t feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.


    "Ah He called to the bottom.


    There was no response on the first day of junior high school.


    Stuttering is hard to hear.


    Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.


    The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.


    "What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "Come up!" Yan hang called.


    Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.


    At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.


    "Damn it," Yan hang couldn''t bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not


    The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.


    Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?"


    "East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.


    "You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.


    The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It''s not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it''s not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high school


    Yan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road."You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.


    "Yes, I did." Junior one said.


    "What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.


    "Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.


    Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn''t wait until the first day of junior high school.


    He had to add: "notebook ah?"


    "Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.


    "Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.


    Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?


    But


    "You''re just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.


    "Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.


    "Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.


    "Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.


    "Oh." He answered.


    The two fell into silence.


    Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t speak.


    "Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.


    Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.


    Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.


    "Here you are." He handed over the tissue.


    The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.


    "Don''t you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.


    "I''ve never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.


    Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    "Well?" First day of junior high school.


    "Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."


    "Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.


    "I''m stuttering." Junior one said.


    "Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.


    The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."


    Fart.


    Yan hang glanced at him and didn''t ask any more.


    Although it''s not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can''t find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.


    But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.


    But Yan hang didn''t want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn''t have more than five words.


    It''s an exception when you''re talking.


    ¡­¡­ Yan hang couldn''t help but stare at him again.


    It''s amazing.


    After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.


    Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.


    The gold-plated frame can''t hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.


    He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.


    Today, it was still dawn. He didn''t twist his foot and saw the road clearly.


    Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can''t find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.


    All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t find it.


    By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.


    One dish, one soup.


    Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.


    "See, it''s called prawn. I''m moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"


    Yan hang nodded, very moved.


    My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can''t remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.


    Today, Dad''s mood doesn''t seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn''t say a word. He just drinks with his head down.


    Yan hang was silent.It wasn''t until the TV news said today''s date that he regained his mind.


    He didn''t remember the date when he went out in the morning.


    On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.


    He didn''t ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.


    These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.


    He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.


    I''ve already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.


    "No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.


    "I''ll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.


    "I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don''t do it. The prawns will die."


    Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.


    When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.


    Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.


    As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.


    Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"


    Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.


    There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn''t know anything.


    Yan hang didn''t know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.


    Scum one and two.


    At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.


    He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.


    No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.


    When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.


    Rubbish! I think I can''t fight and run!


    The boys behind him also laughed wildly.


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


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 Chapter 63

    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


    The first day of junior high school sighed again: "when I buy it, I have it. It''s a little small. It''s small."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Discount," junior one explained, "no, no code."


    "Is your mother saving money to buy an aircraft carrier?" Yan hang said.


    "Probably, a house." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang said, "I''ll change my clothes."


    By the time I came out, I had already put on my shoes. It looked OK, just Yan hang watched as he pulled up his trouser legs.


    "Are your pants..." Yan hang said half, saw his sleeve again, "do you buy this suit at a discount


    "My legs, too, too long." Junior one stretched his leg in front of him.


    Yan hang said with a smile, "no matter how long you grow, you are the only one who has a long history."


    Junior one did not speak, looked at his head.


    "How," Yan hang walked over, and the first day of junior high school probably came to his chest, "I''m 183, do you want to compare with me?"


    "You were born, 183?" Junior one said, "great."


    "Believe it or not, I''ll smoke you." Yan hang pointed at him.


    "Thank you." Chuichi smiles.


    "For what?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school looked down at the shoes on their feet and bent down to lower their trouser legs.


    "You might as well pull it up. It''s not cold now," said Yan hang, squatting down and pulling his trouser legs up to his calf. "So is your sleeve."


    "Well?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    Yan hang took his hand and pushed up the sleeves of both his hands: "so you can''t see the small one."


    "Oh." The first day of my life, I suddenly realized."Come on, run." Yan hang said.


    There was a wound on his first hand, but he didn''t ask much. Anyway, it was just those things that he came and went. He was chased, ran away or didn''t run away.


    This is the first day of life, he a passer-by, can manage how much.


    If he didn''t see the first day of junior high school being bullied for several days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.


    The first day of junior high school, with him, did not run in the same direction as he usually went in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite direction.


    Yan hang ran side by side with him. He only walked around when he first came here. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and runners began to be seen on the sidewalk.


    "You..." Yan hang turns his hair around. Now he is three steps away from the first day of junior high school. He is next to the wall. Before, the sidewalk was narrow, but it was not obvious. This section of the sidewalk is very wide, and half of it is a bicycle lane. He is still next to the side.


    "Well?" The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang reached over and grabbed the clothes on his shoulder and pulled him out: "do you usually run this way?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school pointed to the front, "in front, turn face, run in circles."


    Yan hang listened to music: "I don''t know, I think you can''t breathe after running for five minutes."


    "I can still jump." The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, and running forward while talking.


    "How are these shoes?" Yan hang asked.


    "Comfortable," said junior one, "really, very comfortable."


    Yan hang smiles.


    In the first day of junior high school, I can see that I often run. In addition, I always run when I run for my life or when I''m in a hurry to go home. I ran three laps with Yan hang, and my breathing was well adjusted, but I didn''t breathe much.


    Yan hang ran with people for the first time. He would feel uncomfortable if someone came near him. Today, he felt OK.


    Most of the time in the first day of junior high school is silent and happy running, occasionally say a word or two.


    It''s not that lonely anymore.


    After running fast and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.


    "It''s my treat. It''s your drink. Water." Junior one said.


    "I''ll treat you," said Yan hang. "You can''t afford two bowls of noodles."


    "Today, however," Chuyi said with a smile, "I''ve got my pocket money


    "How much?" Yan hang asked.


    "Enough water for you." The first day of junior high school, I patted my trouser pocket.


    "I don''t drink white water," Yan Hangyang raised his eyebrows. "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."


    "No, it''s not a question." Junior one also raised eyebrows, "some, it''s money."


    The first day of junior high school bought two bottles of iced black tea in the small supermarket nearby and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.


    "Big money." Yan hang unscrewed the cap and took a drink.


    "No, it''s very big. It''s very expensive." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed for a long time. After drinking two mouthfuls of iced black tea, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a flash of water on the side of the front railing.


    "No? Is this the river He stood up and went to the railing. There was a river, but it was much cleaner than the one in the tree hole, and the water volume was larger.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school came over and sat on the railing, "this is the upper, upper reaches."


    "Then why don''t you come here and find a tree hole to talk about." Yan hang leaned against the railing.


    "A lot of people." Junior one said.


    "Not everyone..." Yan hang took a look at him and said, "I will bully you."


    "I''m used to it." First day of junior high school.


    "In fact, I don''t like places with too many people," Yan said, "except when I''m working."


    "Why don''t you go to school?" First day of junior high school.


    "I haven''t been on it," Yan said. "Anyway, I don''t stay long everywhere."


    Junior one looked at him and didn''t speak for a long time.


    Yan hang felt a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel bar. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "grade one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks at him.


    "I''ll do a magic trick for you," said Yan hang. "My father taught me how to pick up girls."


    "Pao, are you here?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "No?" Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut.


    "I''m not, girl." Junior one said.


    "I said I''d do a magic trick for you. Did I say I''m going to fuck you?" Yan hang said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "when you bubble, you mean, I want to bubble, do you?"


    "Do you know why you stutter?" Yan hang said.


    "I know," Chuyi nodded, "it''s too bad."


    "Shut up if you know!" Yan hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, clenched his fist gently with the back of his hand upward, and put gangji''er between his fingers, "open your eyes and see."


    "Good." The first day of junior high school is very attentive to that ganger.Yan hang moved his finger gently, and gangkai''er turned between the index finger and middle finger and between the middle finger and the ring finger. With another slight movement, gangkai''er turned between the ring finger and the little finger.


    "I, too," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not slow


    Yan hang looks at him, but he doesn''t speak. He speeds up. Gang Kai''er turns all the way back. Seeing that the first day of junior high school wants to speak, he points to the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one closed his mouth and continued to stare.


    Gangkai''er rolled back and forth between his fingers faster and faster. Then Yan hang shook his hand and gangkai''er disappeared from his little finger.


    When the first day of junior high school came, Yan hang was a little surprised. He grabbed Yan Hang''s wrist and put his finger in his sleeve.


    "Do you have any?" Yan hang raised his lips.


    "No," junior one looked at him, "I am, shouldn''t I ask, go, where?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Go, where?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang suddenly put his hand in front of him. His finger was wrong, and ganger was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "here."


    "Wow The first day of junior high school called out and added, "I don''t want to play."


    "One more time?" Yan hang looks at him.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang fished up his sleeve, showed his arm, and put ganger between his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school, when he was ready to stare, his hand shook and ganger disappeared.


    "Why?" At first I was stunned.


    "Ask quickly." Yan hang clapped his hands and put his palms on him.


    "Where is it?" I don''t even care about stuttering.


    Yan hang stretched out his hand and gently touched his chest. As soon as he turned his hand, gangkai''er was already lying in the palm of his hand: "here."


    "You, so bubble, girl," the first day of junior high school looked at gangkai''er and touched his chest, "will you get hit, right?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took out a band aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on his mouth.


    I touched my mouth and began to laugh.


    "Do you see how it''s changed this time?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one shakes his head.


    "That''s right. I can''t see clearly," said Yan hang, throwing away gangkai''er in his hand. "Do you know why?"


    Junior one continued to shake his head.


    "Because it''s not an ordinary steel bar, it''s a..." Yan hang said, "ganger Jing."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned, and then he tore the band aid off his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his voice broke off.


    "Smile fart," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, "here."


    At the same time, he looked at him: "ah?"


    "This is for you," Yan hang said. "My father always tells me that ganger is an amulet, because it''s everywhere and everywhere."


    In the first day of junior high school, I didn''t catch my breath. After I took over gangkai''er, I stared at him for a long time and then raised my eyes: "really?"


    "Really." Yan hang nodded.


    "You are, aren''t," Chuichi whispered, "here, too. You can''t stay long."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak any more. He put the steel bar into his pocket and pinched it across his clothes.


    Slowly strolling back, the first day of junior high school took out the steel from his pocket: "steel, fine."


    "Well, she''s a good girl." Yan hang said.


    Junior one turned his head: "Yan hang."


    "What do you do?" Yan hang asked.


    "Where are you from?" First day of junior high school.


    "From many places." Yan hang smiles.


    "And where are you from?" Junior one asked again.


    Yan hang looked at him, this question is not particularly easy to answer, and he didn''t even have a place name in his mind like many people.


    "Hometown, where?" I think he didn''t understand.


    "Hometown," Yan hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I''m hometown."


    When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of junior high school took out gangkai''er again: "do you still have it? "Fine?"


    "Be civilized." Yan hang said.


    "Ganger Jing." Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "so it''s an amulet. It''s everywhere."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school put the steel back, "good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    When Yan hang got home, his father wasn''t there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.


    Dad came back and left again.


    He was very familiar with the envelope. The edges of the paper were fluffy and the four corners were curled. Every time he saw the envelope, he would feel flustered.


    "I haven''t been back for half a month, so you open it." Dad said.


    Over the years, he has seen this envelope several times. Although dad came back less than half a month each time, he never had the chance to open it.But he didn''t want to open it, or even see it.


    Yan hang took an English book he didn''t know how to read recently, opened it, put the envelope in it, and then put it under the coffee table.


    The more you hide, the better.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, there was only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in her mouth in the living room.


    "Where did you get the shoes?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.


    "Classmate." The first day of junior high school, I took off my shoes.


    "New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at them, "Yo, it''s still double n b."


    "Well," Chuichi replied, "old."


    "What about the original pair?" Mom looked at him.


    "Sole off, off," Chuichi said softly, "sold."


    That pair of shoes shouldn''t be thrown away, but should be taken back. Grandma sells rags every month, and even saves the medicine box, but he really can''t take that pair of shoes away in front of Yan hang.


    "How much did it cost?" Mom asked right away.


    "Ten." Junior one said.


    "At least 15! The base is rubber, "my mother frowned." forget it. Ten dollars is ten dollars. Keep your pocket money. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "I said it, black sheep!" Grandma was very dissatisfied with her cigarette, "ten yuan! Ten dollars is enough for nothing


    "You can''t sell your pile of cartons for ten yuan," my mother said irritably, "biting money all day long!"


    "I don''t bite money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don''t have to listen to me if you buy a house quickly! " Grandma pointed to mom.


    "I went to two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa. "Now the house price is going crazy. The houses in Hexi are nearly 20000!"


    "Don''t worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! county town! No way! His father has a car, so it''s convenient to go to and from work, "grandma tut tut twice." do you have to follow Er Ping when she buys a house in Hexi


    "Fart!" Mom said.


    "She depends on her father to get her money. You can see that she will be defeated sooner or later." Grandma said.


    "I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.


    On the first day of junior high school, lie down on the desk, take out the mobile phone, turn the screen to the darkest, try not to let mom and grandma aware of their own existence.


    He opened wechat difficultly and entered the circle of friends in 10000 years. After another 3000 years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.


    Fortunately, today my brother''s circle of friends is in the first.


    It''s still a circle of advanced English friends that I can''t understand.


    With a picture.


    At the beginning of the day, it took several times to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it hasn''t been loaded.


    -The fear from deep within


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly."Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


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 Chapter 64

    Because he has no contact with anywhere.


    I came, I left, this place I used to live in did not leave any traces of me.


    So there is nothing to feel about coming and going.


    But now when he heard such words from junior high school, he would be a little disappointed.


    He left traces here. There is a little boy in grade two who will remember him.


    One day when he looks back, there will be some pictures, the memory of a city will not be just a simple place name.


    When I got home, Dad had already washed and changed his pajamas. Everything on the table was put in the kitchen, but he didn''t wash it. It was all piled up in the sink.


    Yan hang was a bit lazy after finishing his run, so he sat on the sofa.


    Dad is watching the news at night. Except for the first and second tier cities, there are not many news in a city that can be repeated for a day. These news are watched and replayed in the afternoon, and there will be a summary on Sunday. Yan hang feels that as long as dad is at home, he can recite the news of that day.


    "Are you still going to run with junior one tomorrow?" Dad asked.


    "Well, run. I was going to run anyway." Yan hang said.


    "Good," Dad nodded and stood up. "I''m going to sleep."


    "Just eat a belly of meat to sleep?" Yan hang took a look at him, "middle aged people are very easy to get fat. Don''t you be on guard for your belly?"


    "Don''t be jealous of my figure." Dad stretched and went back to the house.


    Going to work tomorrow, Yan hang had to let himself sleep tonight. After playing with his mobile phone in the living room for a while, he took a bath and went back to the house.


    After lying in bed for a long time, he didn''t feel sleepy at all. He took his mobile phone, opened wechat, looked at the circle of friends, and saw the small expression of the first time one hour ago in a pile of business news.


    It''s a regular smile.


    It''s very inconspicuous. You can''t find it if you want to row fast.


    Yan hang laughs. He doesn''t know what the small expressions of the first day of junior high school mean to himself.


    After watching the mobile phone for a while, he still didn''t feel sleepy. Yan hang ordered a movie again.


    Ghost movies.


    I didn''t see it for half an hour. I was scared to death by the screams of BGM and the hostess every five minutes, so I turned it off.


    I''m scared. I''m in high spirits.


    He had to get out of bed, go to the living room, pour himself a glass of water, ready to take medicine.


    When he went back to the house, he saw that the light was still on in his father''s house. It had been more than an hour since he came into the house. His father had a good sleep, especially on the night when he ate and drank wine, he would turn off the light in 20 minutes.


    If he really can''t sleep for such a long time, dad will come to see if he''s asleep. If he''s still awake, just talk for a while, but dad didn''t look for him today.


    Yan hang hesitated for a moment. He walked to the door and listened to the movement in the room.


    It''s very quiet. I can''t hear any sound, but I can smell the light smoke.


    Don''t sleep at night, smoke in the room, smoke to the door can smell, this is Dad''s rare state.


    For so many years, except for his whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been in good health. He has almost never smoked like this.


    Yan hang raised his hand to knock on the door, but he didn''t knock down until his hand was sour.


    Finally he went back to his room, took two pills and went to sleep.


    The medicine is still useful. At least I fell asleep. When I wake up in the morning, I feel my head is swollen.


    Yan hang walked out of the room slowly with 86 Jin of head on his head and looked at his father. The door of the room had been opened.


    He went over and looked in. Dad wasn''t in. He looked back at the shoe rack. Dad''s shoes weren''t in. He should have gone out.


    He went into the room and opened all the windows that were only open.


    Dad has the habit of folding quilts when he gets up, so he can''t tell whether he slept or not last night, but the smell of smoke in the room doesn''t completely disperse, which proves that even if he slept, he didn''t sleep for long. This smell should have been smoking in the first half of the night.


    After washing with a heavy head, he was thinking about what to get for breakfast when the door of the living room rang. Yan hang turned his head and his father came in with a bag of hot breakfast.


    "Did you buy breakfast?" Yan hang asked.


    "You didn''t sleep well yesterday," Dad put the bag on the table, "so I went to buy it very considerately. Yesterday, the first day of junior high school told me that there was a breakfast shop over there that was delicious and had many varieties."


    "Are you two still talking about this?" Yan hang took out the small lunch boxes one by one in the bag, "just like the two old ladies."


    "We''re talking about people''s livelihood," my father said. "How can an old lady be as senior as us?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ "Oh," Yan hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box, but it really had a wide range of kinds, and it sold well. He took a box of his favorite pumpkin cake and took a bite. "What else did he talk about people''s livelihood?""He also told me that there are several clothes sellers in the vegetable market. Although the geographical location is very embarrassing, the quality of clothes is OK and cheap." Dad said with a smile, "but after he finished, he thought that we would not go there to buy clothes. This child is very poor and funny, but he still has low self-esteem."


    "Just like his grandmother, ordinary children have to feel inferior," Yan hang said. "His mother seems to have It''s not so good


    When talking about grandma, mom and other things, Yan hang didn''t feel anything about it, but today he kowtowed for no reason.


    Dad should have noticed it and sighed.


    Yan hang stopped making noise and continued to eat breakfast.


    Dad stood up and walked behind him: "prince, I didn''t sleep well. Is my head heavy again?"


    "Well, more than 200 Jin." Yan hang said.


    Dad reached out and scratched his head. The weight was very appropriate. His scalp suddenly relaxed. He leaned back in the chair and asked Dad to continue to massage him.


    Dad is very respectful and dedicated to his job, from head to head, then to the back of his neck, and then to his shoulder.


    "Come back in the evening and bring some food and wine," Dad said. "Have a drink and have a chat."


    "What are you talking about?" Yan hang asked.


    "What do you want to talk about?" Dad was knocking on his shoulder.


    Yan hang bit his lip, determined to have a quick minute, he opened his mouth: "talk about how my mother died."


    Dad quickly knocked on his right shoulder, and then continued to knock on his left shoulder: "OK."


    I feel like I''m going to be late. I get up 20 minutes later than usual.


    He doesn''t have an alarm clock. The mobile phone alarm clock is too slow, either doesn''t work or can''t be turned off. So he always gets up by the biological clock. If the biological clock fails, he won''t be called by anyone until noon.


    But when you get up, you will be scolded.


    "The result is not so good, also has the face to oversleep," the grandmother is carrying the cigarette, "even gets up a bed oneself all cannot get up, the trash!"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. After washing quickly, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door.


    As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw several people standing at the corner of the building. He suddenly stopped, turned and ran in the opposite direction.


    It was Liang Bing and some of his friends. It seems that they just came back from playing all night. Now it''s time to refresh themselves. Instead of kicking him off, he''d better stay away.


    Just go out from the opposite direction, and you have to make a detour to the school.


    There''s no time to eat breakfast. Just don''t be late.


    Junior high school from primary school to junior high school these years, the number of late than a V can count.


    He didn''t want to be late, he didn''t want to sit well in the whole class, and he didn''t come into the classroom until the teacher stood on the platform, so no matter what, he should try not to be late.


    Today should not be late, do not eat early all the way, almost just before the school gate.


    If he hadn''t been dreaming all night and didn''t sleep well yesterday, he would not have been able to sleep in the morning. He was a little depressed.


    But it''s also amazing. There was Yan hang in all his dreams that night.


    Yan hang took him to stand by the river. Yan hang ran with him. Yan hang had a barbecue with him. Yan hang took a Steeler and said, "this is a Steeler."


    In fact, it''s not magic. I think about it every day and have a dream at night.


    Yan hang has been looking forward to the day when he can communicate and chat with him like ordinary people and friends.


    Waiting for a long time, once met, the impression will have been deep into the dream.


    Ran to the school, just on duty teacher ready to close, the first day out of the speed of escape, rushed past.


    Four or five other students ran into the school with him, all stopped by the teacher.


    The management of the school is very strict. Those who come in when the school closes are late, and they have to be written down and deducted points.


    But the first day of junior high school was not stopped. When he ran in from the two teachers, the teacher didn''t seem to see him.


    Stealth was successful.


    He pinched the steely spirit in his pocket.


    Sure enough, it''s fine. It works.


    Li Zihao hasn''t bothered him these days, and he hasn''t come to ask if he has brought the one he asked him to bring to Yan hang.


    Of course, it''s impossible to bring that sentence to Yan hang on the first day of junior high school. In his opinion, that sentence is just like "you wait for me". It''s just a process.


    When the atmosphere arrives, we have to say.


    As for the end, I''m afraid the owner of this sentence may not remember.


    Compared with Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will upset junior one.


    The students who made trouble for him were all fake gangsters, not even fake gangsters. They just wanted to make trouble with him.


    But Liang Bing is not. Liang Bing is a real jerk.


    The best way to meet him is to make a detour.


    People in the residential area of their family frown when they mention Liang Bing.Not to mention the ability, it''s mainly shameless.


    Even Grandma, who had been invincible all her life, would not fight Liang Bing in general.


    The first day of junior high school, I feel very unlucky. When I meet Liang Bing at school, I can still meet him after school.


    Liang Bing doesn''t go far away either. His range of activities is in his home. It''s probably his safe area. Out of this area, he may be cleaned up by others.


    In short, at noon after school, I wanted to go back from the small street in front of Yan Hang''s house. It was the nearest way for him to go home. I usually went here. As soon as I got to the intersection, I saw Liang Bing swinging on the road.


    Fortunately, I turned my back to this side and didn''t see him. On the first day of junior high school, I could only go forward and go back by a long way.


    Results around a circle, just to the intersection, and see Liang Bing head-on waves come.


    Is this a street patrol!


    "Ah The first day of junior high school yelled in a low voice, but turned around again.


    Back in the street, he was a little angry.


    There was no idea of going home for dinner. He took out his mobile phone and called his mother.


    "The school has something to do. I''ll take care of it at noon." He was interrupted by his mother before he finished.


    "OK, I know. I won''t come back for dinner," said my mother. "I''ll bring some noodles when I come back in the afternoon. Do you still have money there?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "Your father is at home today. You come back and ask your father to give you the money for the noodles." Mom said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school.


    After the phone call, he had no target. After wandering in the street for a while, he crossed the bridge and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.


    After two steps, he stopped. Should Yan hang be working in the western restaurant here?


    He was suddenly a little excited. As he walked in, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan hang.


    -Which western restaurant do you work in?


    After waiting for a long time, Yan hang didn''t reply to him. He looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was time to eat. Yan hang was probably busy.


    He was suddenly a little embarrassed, so he put his cell phone back in his pocket and walked along the road.


    After a while, I saw a western restaurant with a recruitment sign at the door.


    He stopped and looked in. Should it be this one? But I didn''t see Yan hang.


    He hesitated for a moment, leaned against a nearby tree and continued to look in.


    Just two or three minutes later, a man came out. He didn''t dare to look at his face on the first day of junior high school. He was afraid that if it was a waiter who saw him pestle here for a long time, he would ask.


    "Go in?" The man went up to him and asked.


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school raised his head after hearing the sound.


    Yan hang wore the uniform of the restaurant, with black background and red edge, and an apron.


    The uniform is very ugly. It can compete with their school uniform, but Yan Hang''s dress is very pleasing to the eye.


    "Please have a meal," Yan hang said


    Junior one followed him into the restaurant.


    It''s delicious.


    The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food, including the smell of baked snacks, coffee, and all kinds of steaks, pork chops and mutton chops.


    This is his first time in a western restaurant.


    Last year, my aunt took him to eat Western food, but my mother didn''t let him go. Finally, my aunt had to pack two steaks for him.


    Grandma scolded all night while eating.


    The first day of junior high school took a few mouthfuls carefully, but they didn''t taste it.


    "Sit here," Yan hang took him to the corner by the window. "Wait for me."


    "Yan hang," the first day of junior high school called him, "are you off duty?"


    "After work, I''ll take turns eating," Yan said. "Sit here and wait for me."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Yan hang walked away. He was still a little nervous. At the moment, there were several tables of guests in the shop. They were eating and chatting in a low voice. They looked very advanced.


    When he sat down here in his old school uniform, it seemed that he had entered the wrong door.


    Fortunately, Yan hang came soon with a pizza and two drinks in his hand.


    The first day of junior high school stood up quickly, ready to pick up.


    "Sit down," said Yan hang, putting the pizza and drinks on the table. "There''s no way for the kitchen. Do you still want to go in and help people wash the dishes?"


    "Yes, I can." Chuichi smiles and sits back on the chair.


    "I also ordered a steak for you," said Yan hang. "It will be ready in a moment. What kind of juice would you like?"


    "Juice?" At the beginning, he was stunned, looking at the drink in front of him, "isn''t there any juice


    "Black pepper," Yan hangle said, "I like black pepper juice."


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t recover until Yan hang walked away with a smile. He said it was the juice on the steak.


    While waiting for the steak, he saw Yan hang serving two tables of guests.


    It''s beautiful.Yan Hang''s actions are very natural, but every action is very handsome. He even saw a little sister at a table come out with a mobile phone to take candid photos.


    The first day of junior high school was very inspired, so he took out his mobile phone.


    When he saw Yan hang coming with a tray covered with a big lid, he secretly pointed his mobile phone at Yan hang.


    But.


    It wasn''t until Yan hang came up to him that the shutter of his mobile phone snapped.


    I photographed a huge, fuzzy, white lid.


    However, compared with the failure of candid shooting, the click sound of mobile phone is the most depressing one.


    "Do you want to shoot me or steak?" Yan hang lifted the lid and took a look at him. The smile from the corner of his mouth was almost overwhelming.


    "You," the first day of junior high school, looking at the steak, "don''t have a cell phone, don''t deserve it, together."


    "It''s time to change your mobile phone," Yan hang poured the black pepper juice on the steak and sat down. "My father has a new mobile phone, which has been used for a year. Would you like to use it?"


    "I have," said junior one, "new."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Apple, apple," the first sigh, "aunt sent, did not dare to let my mother know, know."


    "Well, your mother didn''t say anything when you took the shoes back last time. A new mobile phone is not allowed to use?" Yan hang said.


    "Little, auntie, no way." Junior one looks at the steak.


    "The steak is yours," Yan hang picked up a piece of pizza. "Let''s eat the pizza together."


    The two of us.


    Together.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly has a very comfortable warmth.


    After warming up, I remembered: "you don''t, don''t eat Don''t you have enough to eat? "


    "Talking about tongue twister," Yan hang said with a smile, "I''m in a bad mood today. I can''t eat anything. Just eat it."


    "Oh." Junior one hesitated to pick up the knife and fork.


    I''ve seen how to use knives and forks on TV, but it''s the first time he''s been eating like this. He''s very careful. He''s afraid that he might accidentally throw the meat to Yan hang.


    Yan Hang is also in a bad mood.


    So free and unrestrained Yan hang, will also be in a bad mood?


    "You What''s the matter? " Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "Talk to my dad in the evening." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi looks at him with a piece of meat, but he doesn''t understand.


    "There are some things you want to know, but you are afraid to know," Yan hang said while eating pizza. "You think it''s best not to know, but you really don''t know, and you don''t think it''s true to live. If you know, it may be empty."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned for a long time, but he didn''t understand what Yan hang said: "if you speak Chinese, you can speak the same as English and Chinese."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughs, "illiterate."


    "I was in junior high school, middle school," junior one said, "illiterate."


    Yan hang couldn''t stop laughing. He leaned back in his chair for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school looked at him and thought that Yan hang had a good laugh and looked very happy.


    Why can you still be in a bad mood.


    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


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 Chapter 65

    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


    Yan hang and his father didn''t have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.


    The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."


    "Easy." After the first day of junior high school simply answered, he turned on the tap of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.


    Yan hang went to lean against the wall and looked at him: "relax. This is my home, not yours."


    The first day of the first day of junior high school was washing the dishes quickly. After a while, he said softly, "I''m used to it."


    Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.


    "You don''t want to be shameful," Dad looked at him, "and let the guests do the dishes like this? If you don''t do it, don''t even look around? "


    "I''m afraid he''ll break the bowl when he''s nervous." Yan hang said.


    "It''s a very interesting child, let the family develop like this," the father sighed, "if this is my son..."


    Dad looked at him, tut A: "it seems that also raise not how?"


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "so don''t boast about yourself."


    "Will he stay here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.


    "I can''t stay. Every time I get there, I have to run home," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Even if I didn''t send the oil back today, I didn''t even go home to eat. I guess I will be cleaned up when I go back."


    "Hey," Dad sighed. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He felt it out and looked at it. "I''ll go out."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street.


    "It''s done." He went to Yan hang and said something.


    "Hard work," Yan hang said, "you didn''t go home for dinner, are you ok?"


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    Yan hang looked at him and found that he was looking out.


    "Sit down?" Yan hang gave way and made room for him.


    The first day of junior high school, I jumped and sat up.


    They sat in front of the street for a while, looking at him: "a few, a few, a few...""Quack quack." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning, he was stunned and laughed.


    "Quack?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "A few years ago," Chuyi said with a smile, "your name is..."


    "My mother''s name is not Yan Jidao," Yan hang said. "Don''t listen to my father''s nonsense. He doesn''t say a word of serious things all day long."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school still laughed, "uncle is very good, fun."


    "Not bad." Yan hang said.


    "My dad doesn''t, he doesn''t say much, he doesn''t talk much." Junior one said.


    "Then you are poor, aren''t you?" Yan hang asked.


    "It may be. It''s suffocating." Junior one is very serious.


    Yan hang said with a smile: "you''re funny. Normally..."


    "No, no one''s talking to me. Talk to me." Junior one said.


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, touched a cigarette and took it out.


    I didn''t touch the lighter in my pocket for a long time. When I wanted to look back to see if I was throwing it on the tea table, the first day of junior high school had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the windowsill, took the lighter on the tea table and handed it to him.


    "Fuck," Yan hang couldn''t help, "are you a long-term worker at home?"


    "My mother is very, very busy. I''m tired when I go home." I didn''t jump on the windowsill on the first day of junior high school, and my arm was lying on the windowsill.


    Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    "That''s..." Junior one pointed to the street, "your shoes, shoes?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put beside the garbage can, "yes."


    "No, I want it?" Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.


    "It''s dirty," said Yan hang. "Besides, it''s old. It''s been worn for a year."


    "Nb, but I''m sorry." The tone of grade one is full of heartache.


    Yan hang took a look at the door. Today, he was wearing the same pair of old street shoes as before, but He made a visual inspection. He should not be able to wear his own shoes.


    "Otherwise," Yan hang took out his mobile phone, "junior one, you..."


    Those girls like the first day of junior high school very much. They make the first day of junior high school appear on camera several times. It''s estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If anyone is crazy and brushes a yacht, they can even change their clothes.


    On the first day of junior high school, not only are the shoes so old that people are speechless, but also the clothes on the body are school uniforms all the time, and some places are washed transparently.


    "No, no," Chuichi quickly understood his meaning and reached out to stop him, "No."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "I have, I have shoes, new ones." Junior one said.


    "And you wear them every day?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s not bad," Chuyi added with a smile. "Tomorrow, it will be changed."


    Yan hang didn''t insist any more, but he didn''t quite understand: "do your parents have a job?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school nodded, "but when my mother went to work, the water station and water station closed down. My father drove and drove for people."


    "That shouldn''t be..." Yan hang even more did not understand, "driving how also has several thousand yuan a month?"


    "Well," he said, holding his chin, "I don''t know."


    Yan hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang.


    He straightened up abruptly, as if he was frightened. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After a long time, the mobile phone reluctantly connected the phone.


    "Hello?" He whispered.


    Yan hang saw that the caller ID said dad.


    "I''m at my classmate''s home," he said to his father on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat Buy the oil, buy it, I''ll go back in a minute. "


    After hanging up the phone, junior one didn''t have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran to the door.


    "Tell you to go home?" Yan hang jumps off the windowsill.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said with a sorry smile, "my mother is angry."


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll go back with you. "Yan hang was a little sorry. After all, he asked the first day of junior high school to come home to drink oil." I''ll explain it to your mother. "


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "don''t worry."


    Yan hang said something behind him, but he didn''t hear it clearly. He hurried away with the oil bucket. After he was sure that Yan hang couldn''t see him, he ran.


    Dad''s back. It''s OK to go back now. Dad will speak for him.


    My mother probably won''t say anything. In general, my mother treats him as nonexistent except asking him to do something. Grandma is the one who worries him most.


    As he turned the corner and ran to his building, someone came out on a bicycle. As he passed by, the man on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.


    The first day of junior high school was unprepared. With oil in his hand, he fell to the ground.


    "Oh, the stake is so unstable?" The man in the car said a word.


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little surprised to hear this voice. I turned my head and took a look at it. I made sure that it was Liang Bing who would walk around when I was young.


    Except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. The first day of junior high school always thinks that it''s God that he hasn''t gone to prison when he is in his twenties.However, Liang Bing hasn''t come back for two or three years. He always thought Liang Bing would not appear again. Unexpectedly, he ran into Liang Bing again without any preparation.


    "Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school talked, got up, patted his pants, and continued to run with oil.


    "I''ll see you in two days!" Liang Bing laughed and yelled at the back.


    When he took the key, he found that his left palm had scratched a large piece of skin when he was just supporting the ground. He nervously raised his hand and looked at his sleeve. There was a hole in his elbow.


    He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and opened the door lightly.


    The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the light is not on, you can''t see clearly.


    He went into the room, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he heard grandma''s voice.


    "You''re back in the fuckin ''wave!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn''t stop a plastic cup filled with water that grandma smashed. It hurt my forehead.


    Fortunately, it''s not my grandfather''s stainless steel one.


    "It''s normal to go to a classmate''s home for a meal," my father came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "If you don''t come back for dinner next time, remember to tell the family."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "Waiting for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it Grandma came over, pushed dad away and slapped him on the back.


    "You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I''m addicted to beating people!"


    "What! You are in charge of your mother Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "you won''t teach me to teach for you, and you''re shaking with me!"


    Mom smashed the cup on the table and entered the room.


    "Come on." Dad tried to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened a crack in the door, mom pushed it from inside and closed it again. Without waiting for Dad to screw it again, she locked the lock inside.


    Dad hesitated for a moment and had to turn around to push junior one into the kitchen and close the door.


    Grandma didn''t break into the kitchen and began to scold.


    "You, too. Why did you suddenly go to the classmate''s house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad whispered.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. He didn''t want to talk about her quarreling with others in the street.


    "I bought you a suit, for a while..." Dad took a look at the kitchen door. When grandma''s voice came in, it seemed that the door didn''t exist. "I''ll give it to you after your grandma scolded you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Dad has a good temper, or I don''t know how to sum up my father''s character in junior high school. Since I was young, I never saw my father angry. I always tried in vain to persuade him to fight and make people calm down, but I can''t do anything about it.


    Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and on the first day of junior high school, she stood in the kitchen with her father in a daze.


    Until grandma scolded tired and began to find fault with grandpa in the TV series, Dad patted him on the shoulder: "I''ll take the clothes for you to see."


    I nodded at first.


    Dad went out. He didn''t move for a long time. I guess he couldn''t get into the house.


    As soon as I turned around and looked out of the window, I waited for a while before my father came back to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "come on, try it."


    The first day of junior high school took out the clothes from the bag. It''s a set of sweatshirt. It''s light gray and pretty.


    When he shakes off his clothes, he knows it''s too small, but he still takes off his school uniform and puts them on.


    "It''s like Small? " Dad said awkwardly.


    "Yes." I pulled my sleeve.


    The sleeves are short and the clothes are a little short, but if you don''t zip up, you can make do with it.


    The pants are also short. You can''t bend your legs, or you''ll pull out the legs.


    "My son''s legs are too long." Dad said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Dad is the only one in the family who won''t scold him, beat him and smile at him. But dad doesn''t remember his birthday and what grade he was in. When people ask about it, he tells others that his son is in grade six for three consecutive years.


    So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised.


    "Why don''t you put your trousers here?" Dad said.


    "No," the first day of junior high school said, "you can wear it, thanks, thanks dad."


    "Then be dressed in? Or change it first? " Dad asked.


    "Wear it." Junior one said he didn''t want to change clothes in the kitchen again.


    When she came out of the kitchen, grandma gave a sneer.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to his grandfather''s house. Now there was no one in the house. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. His mother called out: "water!"


    He went back and poured a glass of water into the room.


    "Are you going to eat at your classmate''s house today?" Asked the mother."Well." I nodded at first.


    "Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to have dinner?" Mother asked again.


    Junior one didn''t answer.


    "Be careful that they will trap you. Maybe they will give you some antidote. You can pull it in a moment." Mother frowned and said.


    Chu Yi turned around and went out into the next room.


    Sitting on the small bed for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.


    Inside is a pair of sports shoes. It''s new. My mother bought them for him during the Chinese new year, because now they are not broken, so he hasn''t worn them.


    -Have you been scolded?


    Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi and then lay down on the sofa.


    I have to go out tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job.


    He didn''t care about the job in the coffee shop, but he had to go out and look for a job. First, he didn''t have much money on hand, and second, he was bored.


    Dad didn''t give him any money recently. I guess he didn''t get any money.


    But Yan Hang is more concerned about today''s dad''s state when he looks at his mobile phone and goes out, which is not the same as usual.


    But he couldn''t figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox couldn''t be seen at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years, and Yan hang could still feel what was wrong.


    The uneasiness of being pressed in my heart for quite a long time and not rising again came up.


    -No


    he got back to him on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looked at the news and couldn''t find a place to talk.


    -Do you always run at night?


    The first day of junior high school sent another message.


    -Well,


    when Yan hang looked at the news he had sent back, he was also in a state of death.


    Fortunately, the first day of junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.


    -I also often run at night


    - I see you can run well


    - are you running today? I''ll take you to run, I know where to run


    - OK, what time, where


    - I''ll call you


    - OK


    Yan hang waited for a while, but he was not talking on the first day of junior high school, so he put down his cell phone.


    As soon as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my cell phone rang again.


    -Do you still have those shoes?


    -¡£¡£¡£¡£ I went to have a look


    Yan hang got up helplessly, and his obsession with these shoes made him feel the impulse to pick up the shoes and wash them.


    -Still


    - can you get it back?


    Yan hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and went out.


    There are a lot of people coming and going on the street. He can only make a quick decision. The longer he grinds by the garbage can, the more attractive he will be.


    However, it didn''t look so good when I walked over and picked up my shoes. Several people saw it.


    What a bullshit! These are my own fuckin ''shoes!


    Yan hang went back to his room and threw his shoes on the ground. He gave a voice to Chuyi: "I''ve got them back."


    -Are you sure you don''t want it?


    "No, just tell me what you want to do," said Yan hang. "It''s not easy for me to go out and pick it up."


    -If you don''t want it, give it to me.


    Yan hang wanted to say that you might be too big, but he didn''t say it in the end. Adding an insole is better than his current pair.


    -OK, you can pick it up in the evening.


    - OK, thank you.


    looking at the serious Reply of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang fell back on the sofa: "ah..."


    It''s so sudden, unprepared and unprepared. It''s even like a passer-by in a movie, who has no sense and can''t see his face clearly.


    A somewhat simplistic accident.


    In addition to close relatives, I''m afraid that in the past ten years, even if it''s a pending case that hasn''t caught the murderer, few people will remember it.


    Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.


    After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.


    "Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."


    Yan hang doesn''t have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".


    And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn''t remember it any more.


    But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.


    When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.


    Dad didn''t sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.


    Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking."Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.


    "Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It''s hard to sleep on your stomach."


    "How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."


    "It''s all like this, so don''t be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.


    "How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."


    Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father''s arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."


    "Do you think I''m selfish," Dad said in a low voice as he lay down on the bed. "I''ve thought about it too. Forget it, for my son But I can''t. She''s right next to me Right next to me... "


    Dad clenched his fist: "it''s all ice in my hands I''m sorry for you I regret all my life. I wish I didn''t know your mother. I wish I didn''t get married. You said I didn''t want to go to school. I didn''t follow you... "


    Yan hang sat by the bed. He waited until his father had gone to bed and stopped talking. Then he got up, turned off the light in the room, went back to the living room and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.


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 Chapter 66

    Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


    "Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"


    He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.


    "What the hell are you doing?" One roared.


    "Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don''t you usually play like this?"


    "When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face.


    "You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang''s face slowly disappeared.


    "If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What''s the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."


    At his request, Yan hang slapped him in the face and knocked out half of what he had said.


    "I don''t stand up for anyone. At first, it''s a fart. Can I stand up for him?" Yan hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you that if I beat you, it''s fitness. Do you understand? When you see me, don''t give me a damn and walk around. "


    Number one stares at him and doesn''t respond.


    "Do you understand?" Yan hang went up to the tip of his nose and roared.


    No. 1 didn''t expect that he would be like this. He was so surprised that his pupils suddenly shrank.


    "Let''s go," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and put his hands in his pocket. "Keep running, exercise and defend the country."


    Looking at No.1 running and swearing away from the alley, Yan hang whistled happily, moved his arms and walked slowly to the coffee shop.


    Today''s early morning to vent a pass, the mood can be said to be very good.


    I went out in the direction of No.1 running and made two turns. I was already on the street when I went out from the alley.


    The road to the coffee shop is on the right, and the bridge is less than 100 meters on the left.


    Yan hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the bridge.


    Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunting place on the first day of that day.


    Give someone away?


    The beach is the same as before. The black mud is mixed with pieces of garbage. The water meandering through the cracks of garbage is blowing in the face of a gust of wind forget it.


    Yan hang turned and left.


    Back on the street, he put on his mask, took out his mobile phone, and first sent a "come to play" on his Weibo, and then started the live broadcast.


    Few people watch it at this time, especially the sudden live broadcast, but it doesn''t matter at all. He wants to live because he wants to. There is no other reason.


    -I''m coming!


    -Am I the first one?


    there are so many fans coming in."I go to work." Yan hang held his mobile phone and took a picture around him. When he changed hands in the middle, the camera passed him.


    -Eyes


    - ah, brother Xiaotian''s eyes are so beautiful


    "a coffee shop," Yan hang didn''t answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged Hu Zijun with a baby head."


    -23333333


    - want to see


    - what brother Xiaotian is wearing today


    "clothes, trousers and shoes." Yan hang replied, shaking his mobile phone down.


    -Sportswear again


    "wear a skirt next time." Yan hang said.


    When he got to the front of the coffee shop, he withdrew from the live broadcast. During working hours, he still had to be serious.


    As soon as he put his cell phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the shop.


    "I don''t know what''s going on! I didn''t mess with him This voice is inexplicably familiar.


    When Yan hang walked into the shop, he saw a man sitting next to the bar with an ice bag in his hand covering his eyes Scum one.


    "You really didn''t provoke him, you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "if you don''t want to call the police, you can call back! When I was your age... "


    Little scum one turned to see Yan hang, eyes instantly enlarged twice: "I fuck you..."


    "You fuck another one!" Boss Li pats the bar and stares at number one.


    "That''s him!" No.1 jumped down from the bar chair, pointed at Yan hang, and cried out, "it''s him! It''s him! That''s him


    Our friend little Nezha.


    Yan hang couldn''t help singing in his heart.


    "That''s him! Dad! That''s him! Dad Number one, keep roaring.


    Yan hang looked at the excited No. 1 and thought for a moment that No. 1 was calling him. If he wanted to say so, he didn''t have to be so polite.


    Boss Li was a little surprised to see: "he?"


    "That''s him!" It seems that No. 1 can''t say anything else. He yelled repeatedly.


    "How many?" Boss Li looked at Yan hang, "did you hit my son?"


    "Ah," Yan hang nodded, "just finished."


    This straightforward answer made boss Li open his mouth for a long time before he asked again, "why?"


    "He said it was fun!" Number one finally found a new word, "fun! Exercise


    "Don''t talk," boss Li pointed to number one. "I''ll ask first."


    No. 1 stares at boss Li and falls to the floor with a chair. He sits there silent.


    "Why?" Boss Li looks at Yan hang.


    These two people are actually father and son. Yan hang never expected that. Boss Li seems calm, but after all, his own son was beaten. Even if he can explain clearly, he probably can''t go on.


    And he didn''t want to explain.


    "I don''t like it." Yan hang said.


    "If you don''t like it, do you hit people?" Boss Li was shocked.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded and looked at number one again, "ah."


    Number one turns and stares at him.


    "I''ll give you a word. If you don''t like people, you have to have capital." Yan hang then turned and walked out of the coffee shop.


    At this time on Sunday, there are a lot of people on the street, coming and going.


    Yan hang was standing under a tree beside the sidewalk, very bored.


    So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to junior one.


    -I came out and paid you back.


    I didn''t reply immediately on the first day of junior high school. I was probably exchanging ideas. I came back after a while.


    -What kind of money?


    -The money for noodles


    - didn''t you eat it


    "so I''ll pay you back." Yan hang couldn''t help his voice.


    -Oh


    - Oh, what the hell is it


    - at noon, I have something to do now. I''ll wait for you in the tree hole at noon


    Yan hang looks at this sentence. Compared with the first day of junior high school, his typing is really smooth and fluent, which makes people feel happy after the cold is cured.


    But I want to laugh.


    It seems that ten yuan is really important for junior one.


    Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket and stretched. He didn''t want to go back now. Let''s go for a walk.


    He looked at both sides, and the bridge was more prosperous than this side, so he decided to go there.


    He likes shopping very much. Every city''s "street" is different. Even if he sells the same clothes, snacks and toys, he will have different styles.


    But he didn''t make it to the "street".


    Because he looked to the left when he crossed the bridge.


    In fact, when you look at it from the bridge, the river is not ugly. The black mud beach full of garbage has been lost by the trees along the river


    Through the gaps between the leaves, there was a small shadow on the beach.


    "I "Fuck," Yan hang grabbed a stone carved peach on the railing of the nearby bridge and shook, "I''m really convinced."What kind of pen did you lose? I''ll buy you the same one.


    How much is your pen? I''ll give it to you.


    Let me see you go through the garbage again and I''ll smoke you.


    Don''t ask me why.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang stood at the railings along the river and cried.


    The first day of junior high school was not where it was yesterday, but it turned to the right. Yan hang frowned and suddenly suspected that the boy didn''t see the exact position of the pen.


    However, his ears were better than yesterday. Yan hang turned his head after calling.


    Then Leng Leng, Yan hang can see clearly, he forced to sigh.


    "Come up." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, shook his head, thought about it, waved to him again, motioned him to go.


    Yan hang looked at him, suddenly a little irritable. He took a deep breath and didn''t press it down. His hand on the concrete railing was a little painful, but he still couldn''t control it.


    It can''t be alleviated by leaving.


    "Damn it He bit his teeth and scolded, "what the hell are you looking for?"


    He didn''t go to the iron stairs, so he jumped out of the guardrail.


    The first day of junior high school, when he heard the sound of landing, he raised his head and was stunned.


    "Let me see you looking for that broken pen here again," Yan hang pointed to him. No matter what was under his feet, he strode to the first day of junior high school. "I beat your grandma so hard that she didn''t know you!"


    Junior one stood still.


    "Come here!" Yan hang said that he took another two steps there. When he wanted to go on, he suddenly felt that his feet were soft.


    Looking down, he stepped into the mud.


    "Don''t..." The first day of junior high school rushed to his side. As he walked, he pulled out two plastic bags from his pocket


    Yan hang then found that he had two bags on his feet, one red and one green.


    "I don''t want to." when he spoke again, he couldn''t get angry. He just felt helpless. He didn''t look at the first day of junior high school any more. He turned around and walked back, "play by yourself."


    After two steps, he felt something flashing in the mud on his left.


    He stopped abruptly and looked over.


    All I saw was a pile of garbage.


    He adjusted his angle, deviated and flashed again.


    "It''s like I saw your damn pen." Yan hang went over there.


    The first day of junior high school immediately followed behind him, and the plastic bag on his foot made a sound.


    When Yan hang bent down to take out the pen half stuck in the mud and tied with a yellow bow, he felt as if he was holding a Buddhist relic.


    "Is that it?" He asked junior one with a pen in his hand.


    "Yes." Chuyi nodded and took the pen excitedly.


    "Are you blind?" Yan hang asked.


    "Yes, it is possible." Chuichi said with a smile.


    Yan hang looked at him and said nothing.


    "Thank you." Junior one took a piece of paper and wiped the pen.


    Yan hang took out the ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to him: "give it back to you."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t answer, it seems a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and walked to the bank with difficulty.


    Junior one has been following him in silence.


    After climbing up the riverside, Yan hang sat on the stone bench beside him, looking at the black mud with his foot in a daze.


    The first day of junior high school took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the wet tissue Yan hang gave him yesterday, drew out two of them, squatted in front of him, reached out and began to help him polish his shoes.


    "Ah Yan hang was startled and quickly stopped, "what are you doing?"


    "Help, help you, wipe, wipe." Junior one said.


    "No," said Yan hang, taking the tissue from his hand, "I''ll just wipe it myself."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "You..." Yan hang grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "sit down."


    "This, pen," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while, took out the pen again, took out a wet towel and wiped it, "in fact..."


    "Is it for girls?" Yan hang asked as he polished his shoes.


    There is no sound on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang turned to look at him: "tie a bow, it''s a gift."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school looks a little dejected.


    "Wash, change a bow and deliver it." Yan hang said.


    "No, I can''t," said junior one. "It''s dirty."


    "There''s nothing wrong," Yan said. "She didn''t see it again."


    Junior one looks at him.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After ten seconds, Yan hang narrowed his eyes: "you don''t want to send me, do you?"


    The first day of junior high school dropped his eyelids: "no, I don''t want to send them now."


    Yan hang never received a gift.


    No friends, no gifts, only dad will buy things for him on his birthday, but every time is very casual. Last year, he received a pineapple with a note on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome."I don''t want that gun bow." Yan hang said.


    At first, he was stunned and looked at him in surprise. Then he quickly removed the bow and hesitated to hand it to him with a pen.


    Yan hang took a look.


    It''s a new pen, but I can tell from the style that I bought it at least five years ago. I don''t know if it''s a souvenir of grade one.


    He took out his cell phone and tweeted.


    At the beginning of the live broadcast, a few fans who were more idle than him were there.


    -It seems that brother Xiaotian is extremely bored today


    - I''m even more bored. I caught up with him twice


    "I received a gift." Yan hang pointed the camera at the pen in his hand.


    -Hand in hand


    - I haven''t seen a beautiful hand for a long time!


    -When will the cooking be broadcast live? I want to watch the hand


    "it''s from that child." Yan hang said.


    -Poor thing?


    -Ah, ah! Did you give me a pen?


    "Yes," Yan hang shook his pen, "just I got it. "


    -Is the poor boy around?


    -Does brother Xiaotian really cover him in the future?


    - can you see what he looks like? I haven''t seen it clearly all the time


    - yes, can I have a look at it


    "you..." Yan hang turned his head and looked at junior one, "do you mind showing your face?"


    "Straight, broadcast?" Junior one asked softly.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Many people, many people?" Junior one asked again.


    "Not much." Yan hang looks at the screen.


    "You straight, live, no one to watch?" I''m a little curious.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "For what?" Junior one also looked at the screen.


    "Isn''t it a bit inappropriate for you to discuss in front of my fans when I''m live broadcasting that no one is watching?" Yan hangle is happy.


    "No one''s watching anyway." Junior one said.


    A bunch of hahaha and 2333333 are on the screen.


    "Damn, it''s really reasonable," sighed Yan hang. "OK, no one will look at it anyway. Do you mind showing your face? These ladies talk about you every day. "


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Yan hang turns his cell phone to the face of junior one.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    -£¡£¡£¡£¡£¡


    -Handsome


    - handsome boy!


    Handsome? Yan hang looks at the face of junior one on the screen and returns OK, the kid''s very photogenic.


    As soon as Yan hang went out, he glanced at both sides of the road. When he went to the street, the lights were very bright, and everything seemed calm. When he went to the Chu family, he found that the lights were not all on, and he couldn''t see what was going on in the dark.


    "Go to his house," Dad said, "and make another call."


    "Well." Yan hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number of junior one.


    This time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, it''s that we can''t get through at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


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 Chapter 67

    It was so long that he didn''t seem to know how to express it. He could only drink a lot and finally fell asleep on the table.


    Yan hang sat at the table, looking at a table of dishes and the empty wine bottle in front of his father.


    This "chat" didn''t last half an hour.


    But he felt empty.


    He knew his mother was dead, but he didn''t think it was in this way.


    It''s so sudden, unprepared and unprepared. It''s even like a passer-by in a movie, who has no sense and can''t see his face clearly.


    A somewhat simplistic accident.


    In addition to close relatives, I''m afraid that in the past ten years, even if it''s a pending case that hasn''t caught the murderer, few people will remember it.


    Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.


    After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.


    "Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."


    Yan hang doesn''t have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".


    And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn''t remember it any more.


    But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.


    When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.


    Dad didn''t sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.


    Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking.


    "Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.


    "Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It''s hard to sleep on your stomach."


    "How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."


    "It''s all like this, so don''t be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.


    "How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."


    Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father''s arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."


    "Do you think I''m selfish," Dad said in a low voice as he lay down on the bed. "I''ve thought about it too. Forget it, for my son But I can''t. She''s right next to me Right next to me... "


    Dad clenched his fist: "it''s all ice in my hands I''m sorry for you I regret all my life. I wish I didn''t know your mother. I wish I didn''t get married. You said I didn''t want to go to school. I didn''t follow you... "


    Yan hang sat by the bed. He waited until his father had gone to bed and stopped talking. Then he got up, turned off the light in the room, went back to the living room and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.


    Generally, when he is in no mood, he has to leave the dishes to the next day, but today''s meal is really depressing, so he wants to wash it quickly and erase this unpleasant trace.


    After taking a bath, he went back to the house much earlier than when he was sleeping normally, but he was a little sleepy.


    Maybe after drinking, he and his father often drink together, but they seldom drink like this. Two bottles of wine were almost consumed in less than an hour, and now they were a little dizzy.


    His last sober memory is that he picked up his mobile phone and took a look at the small expression in the circle of friends of today''s first day of junior high school.


    But I didn''t even remember the little expression, so I fell asleep.


    Yan hang doesn''t like to dream very much. When he can''t sleep well, he has many dreams. It''s like watching a dozen dog blood dramas at the same time. The key is that he can''t remember a single frame when he wakes up.


    I''ll be very tired, like I didn''t sleep.


    But it''s out of his control, even like today''s night when he feels like he''s in a coma when he closes his eyes.


    He still had a dream.


    An aunt and an uncle.


    Both of them seem to be wrapped in grey fog.


    Aunt has been crying, but also pinched his neck to cry, he can not hear the sound of crying, there is no sense of suffocation when the neck was pinched After all, it''s in a dream.


    But the fear is clear.


    Uncle said that I didn''t want to see him at a glance. I turned to stare at him again. I didn''t want to see you at a glance.


    Then the scene changes.


    It''s you who should die.


    It''s all fragmented scenes.


    The shaking figures are like the sound of being torn to pieces in the strong wind, and the scene of an incomplete stage play.


    All the things disappeared when Yan hang opened his eyes and cleared up. He opened his eyes for a second, and the chaos around him faded away.


    It was like a dream many years ago. The color faded, the sound disappeared, and the feeling became chaotic.Yan hang screwed his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes.


    I took a look at my mobile phone and got up half an hour earlier than usual.


    He sat beside the bed, stunned. The dreams that had faded so fast that he could even sigh away made him still in a trance. After a while, he jumped out of the bed.


    He ran to his father''s room with his shoes on. Yesterday, the doors of his two rooms were not closed. He just wanted to listen to his father.


    There was no one in the room, and the quilt on the bed was not folded.


    Yan hang was nervous for a while. He turned around and walked to the living room, shouting: "old Yan!"


    "The toilet!" Dad''s voice came out of the toilet.


    "What are you doing in the toilet?" Yan hang was relieved and asked again for no reason.


    "Can I still have breakfast in the toilet?" Dad said, "do you really want me to answer truthfully?"


    "What would you like for breakfast?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Can I ask after I go out?" Dad said.


    "I''m sorry." Yan hang smiles, goes to the window and sits on the windowsill.


    Now, earlier than usual, I could hear birds singing on the big tree outside the door, which was very happy.


    This voice, coupled with the people who came and went in front of him, made him relax slowly, leaning against the window frame.


    Today, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school passing by. Maybe after the crab came back, he couldn''t walk this way. He had to adjust his route to school according to the crab''s crawling track.


    "Will you go to the music festival?" Dad didn''t know when he was standing behind him.


    "Well?" Yan hang looked back at his father and said, "do you know the local music festival that day?"


    "Yes," Dad said, "if you go, take me one."


    "You want to join in the fun?" Yan hang laughed, "then take you."


    "Do you want me to prepare a suit that fits the theme?" Dad asked. Make complaints about your image,


    , "Yan hang said." besides, I didn''t wear school uniform on the first day, that''s the small number one sportswear. You are so offbeat. I''m afraid he can''t carry it.


    Dad grinned and pinched his shoulder: "son."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "I love you." Dad said.


    Yan hang was stunned and looked at him.


    "Give me some face," Dad said with a Tut, "what''s the response?"


    "Dad, I love you too." Yan hang said.


    "Can you have baked rice early?" Dad said, "you get up so early today, you can''t fill in the time without cooking."


    ¡°¡­¡­ You asked me to make baked rice for you in the morning? You still have to cook now, "Yan hang glared at him." that''s why you''ve been numb for a long time, isn''t it


    Dad sat on the sofa with a happy smile.


    Yan hang stares at him for a long time. Finally, he jumps off the windowsill and takes the materials from the refrigerator into the kitchen.


    Dad seems to have returned to his former state. The painful memories of last night seem to have dissipated with the strength of wine.


    But Yan hang didn''t find the light and light he wanted.


    Are you looking or hiding?


    What do you want to do, or have you done?


    What are those in the dream?


    The answer to one question leads to more questions.


    Now he has no courage to ask again.


    Today''s self-study, the teacher came around and went out, the classroom gradually became lively.


    On the first day of junior high school, he was lying on the desk to do his homework. His classmates chatted happily with the front and back tables. The table was hit from time to time. His handwriting was written like thunder. When the table shook, it was almost too rare for thunder to chop.


    He looked around, lowered his head, put the pen into the hole in the desk, got up and walked out of the classroom.


    This week, they took turns in their seats, and he changed to the position near the back door, which is very good. He can go in and out of the classroom without any sound. With the blessing of the master, every time he comes out, it''s like he''s invisible.


    Of course, even if someone saw him, no one would care.


    On the side of the teaching building is the wall of the school, where few people go. He usually stays there when he comes out and sits on a big stone which feels very comfortable.


    Usually I am in a daze, grinding stones to play.


    Today is not the same. Yan hang said that he liked the little black stone and wanted to tie it to his ankles, so he felt pressure immediately.


    In fact, he grinds stones when he has nothing to do. His father also gave him a set of small tools, but Grandma sold them. Fortunately, he took out a small file and a small drill to play with, but they didn''t sell them.


    Now he usually uses a small file to repair the details after grinding on the ground.


    He has polished many stones, black, white, red, yellow, flowered, round, polygonal, flowered and heart-shaped. In fact, today''s black one is not the best one. He grinds it casually.


    Knowing that Yan hang liked it, he made a complicated shape.Yan hang said that two days after he liked it, he had to do a good job today.


    He never went to Yan Hang''s home to study, so he never met Yan hang, but Yan hang never contacted him.


    Junior one was a little worried. He didn''t know how to maintain the "friend" relationship. After all, he had little experience.


    He can only finish the stone quickly, and then go to find Yan hang.


    He took a small file out of his pocket, trimmed the edges of the stone, and then took a piece of fine sandpaper to polish it.


    Although the shape is simple and not good-looking, the texture of this stone is very good, especially hard, and the black is also very pure. After polishing, it will be very beautiful if you brush some varnish.


    By the way, we have to drill a hole


    The mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. When I took out my mobile phone on the first day of junior high school, I felt a little surprised. How could someone send a message during class time?


    No one sent it to him when he was not in class.


    It took a long time for the phone to turn on the message.


    It''s Yan hang.


    -Do you lead the way to the music festival in the evening?


    Chuyi laughs. He thinks that the music festival he said that day was just a casual mention. He didn''t expect that Yan hang really wanted to go.


    -Yeah, are you going?


    -Who will you take if I don''t go?


    -Then I''ll come to you after dinner?


    -You tell your family to come over for dinner, and my father will go too.


    - OK


    I''m a little excited on the first day of junior high school, just like when I went on a spring outing in primary school, when a child volunteered to join him.


    Although the child ate up his fried rice, he didn''t talk to him again.


    Today, dad is at home. He can just go back and talk to Dad.


    Then you can go out with Yan hang and uncle Yan!


    Go out and play!


    He can''t even find company for a walk. Now he can go to the music festival with others.


    His hands trembled a little as he polished the stone.


    "The poor little boy won''t go this way after school this afternoon?" Dad stood at the window and looked out.


    "I''m afraid I''ll run into the washing, shearing and blowing gangsters who have just returned from the building next door." Yan Hang is cutting diced beef in the kitchen. Later, he has to chop shrimp paste.


    "Ah," my father sighed, lit a cigarette and continued to look out, "so I always said, ah, there are some people who come and go who have no stories."


    "Lao Yan! The water is boiling, "Yan hang called," let''s blanch the chicken wings first. "


    "All right." Dad was carrying a cigarette. He just came in and went out again. He put down the cigarette and then came in again. He poured the chicken wings into the pot.


    "Is the preparation almost done?" Dad asked.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "when he comes, he''ll do it. He can eat it in 20 minutes."


    Dad stood beside him. After blanching the chicken wings, he fished them out and put them into a big bowl: "can you talk with junior one?"


    "Didn''t you talk to him?" Yan hang said.


    "I think he''s just a kid," Dad said, leaning on the desk. "You''re about the same age Is it about the same? "


    "He''s fourteen or fifteen, probably." Yan hang said.


    "I think he''s like a schoolboy standing with you." Dad laughed.


    "I don''t know who told the pupils that I was one meter four that day." Yan hang took a look at him.


    "Revenge," Dad tut a, thought about it and asked in a low voice, "can we talk?"


    "It''s OK. Anyway, it won''t be cold. He''s funny," Yan hang began to chop shrimp mud. "I haven''t had much contact with others, and I don''t compare."


    Dad didn''t say anything. After a while, he took the pepper and looked at it: "I''ll grind it for you?"


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    With all the preparatory work done, Yan hang took out his mobile phone, took a picture and sent it to Weibo.


    When I sat down in the living room, dad was watching the news again.


    Yan hang listened to the news while watching his mobile phone. He didn''t know what kind of news and details his father could get.


    Until the end of the news and the beginning of the weather forecast, Yan hang didn''t hear anything.


    "Why hasn''t the first day of junior high school come yet? Don''t you come back after you''ve finished learning? " Dad looked at the time, "it''s been more than an hour since school."


    "Yes," Yan hang Leng Leng, has been listening to the news, did not pay attention to the time, "I ask him."


    He sent a message to junior one, but after nearly ten minutes, junior one did not reply.


    Yan hang remembers that he didn''t go home for lunch on the first day of the new year. When he ran back, he was a little flustered and worried. Suddenly, he was worried that his grandmother would clean him up because he didn''t eat at home today.


    At the thought of the white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows, Yan hang couldn''t help frowning.


    He dialed the number of grade one directly."Why?" Dad looked at him.


    "The message doesn''t come back," Yan hang listened to the dial tone in his mobile phone and waited until he hung up automatically. "The phone doesn''t answer either..."


    "Can''t it be when I came here that I met a gangster from guilou?" Dad said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can''t it be this coincidence? " Yan hang Leng Leng, "he doesn''t take this road these days."


    "It''s impossible not to come here for dinner." Dad looked at him.


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He looked at his father, and they stood up at the same time.


    "I''ll go." Yan hang said.


    "I want to join in the fun." Dad said.


    "Yan hang," Liang Bing said, holding his cell phone and looking at the screen, "who is this man? Why haven''t I heard of such a man? "


    The first day of junior high school, standing in the corner of the wall, the hot pain from the root of his ear to his neck made him unable to bear it.


    "Yo," said one of the people next to him, "can you recognize the word Nian Yan?"


    "Yan Zi, envoy to Chu! I haven''t learned it! " Liang Bing said, "be illiterate


    And Yan Jidao.


    On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing doesn''t know who Yan Jidao is. Yan Shu is more famous. Maybe he can know a Yan Shu


    "Ah Liang Bing yelled, "what the hell are you talking to, pretending to be dead?"


    The homophony of this sentence, a stone hit the head of junior one.


    The stone is not big. It''s much smaller than the brick. Liang Bing didn''t use much when he hit it, but his head was still in pain.


    "Damn, it''s no fun to play with this man," said a man leaning against the wall. "There''s still a noise when throwing sandbags. It doesn''t even hum Are you a dumb motherfucker? "


    Wrong.


    I''m stammering.


    You''re stupid.


    "I''ll hear if there''s a sound." Liang Bing threw his mobile phone to the ground and came over.


    The first day of junior high school is very distressed. It is estimated that it will be a little difficult to exchange ideas when the mobile phone is dropped like this.


    "Make a noise!" Liang Bing comes and kicks him in the belly.


    The first day of junior high school quickly turned sideways and lowered his arm to block him. Liang Bing kicked his arm.


    "Damn it Liang Bing scolded and hit him on the head with a fist, "let''s make a noise!"


    Junior one raised his arm to block it.


    Liang Bing had something in his hand. When he swung it on his arm, it hurt.


    "You don''t make a damn noise, do you?" Liang Bing came to grab him and swung him to the wall next to him.


    On the first day of junior high school, he suddenly bumped into the wall. There was a piece of Venus in front of him, and he got several punches on his stomach and back. Liang Bing was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.


    "You," a man beside Liang bingchong tilted his head, "go and pick his pants for me. His grandmother loves bare arms, and his baby grandson must love bare arms."


    Yan hang immediately thought of the old lady with white face.


    ¡­¡­ It''s very embarrassing.


    He gave his father a look in the eye. Just as he was about to switch the topic, the first day of junior high school finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


    Yan hang and his father didn''t have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.


    The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."


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 Chapter 68

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    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


    "Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."


    "I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.


    "OK, I''ll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."


    "Well, I''ll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.


    At this moment, sporadic students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan hang looked to the supermarket and found that the gangster was no longer squatting there. He was strolling to the corner with some friends.


    Yan Hang''s walking posture was very unpleasant to his eyes. He was like a crab with lame legs. He was afraid that he would not be able to see that he was a gangster if he kept his legs.


    Two high school boys passed by, and the crab flicked the cigarette end to one of the faces.


    The boy turned his head in anger, and the crabs immediately turned around. It was obvious that they were in high spirits. As long as the other side resisted a little, they would rush up.


    The boy''s classmates gave him a hand and they left.


    The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy. He continued to walk forward with his legs swinging.


    Yan hang got to the street ahead of them. Now more and more students came home. Yan hang was looking for the first day of junior high school among these students.


    There''s no need to look at the students in groups. Only when they are bullied in the first day of junior high school will they be there. Li Zihao''s team hasn''t bothered him these days, so he must be alone.


    But after watching it for a long time, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.If it''s not the first day of junior high school, it''s because he''s too short to see.


    Crab also came to the street, leaning on the road sign pillar, chatting with people.


    The street is very wide. Yan Hang is standing here, but the crab doesn''t see it. Otherwise, he will come to find trouble for him.


    Just want to make a phone call to ask the first day of junior high school, the mobile phone rang, a message came in.


    It''s from the first time.


    -What are you doing standing there?


    Yan hang picks his eyebrows. Is this boy invisible?


    He raised his eyes and looked around. There was a T-junction at the corner of the street. There were a lot of people and cars on the busy road. The first day of junior high school could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn''t find it after a long time.


    "Are you invisible?" Yan hang sent a voice.


    -I''m behind the tree


    tree? Yan hang was stunned. There was a row of trees on the opposite side of the road. When he saw the fourth one by one, an arm suddenly came out from behind the tree and shook it.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang couldn''t help laughing, put his cell phone back in his pocket and crossed the road.


    Junior one doesn''t want to have a conflict with crabs. As long as crabs don''t take the initiative to make trouble, Yan hang doesn''t intend to take the lead for him. So after crossing the street, Yan hang stands by the tree and looks in front of the shop window.


    "How long will you be standing here?" He asked.


    "I''ll leave early without you." The face of the first day is facing the tree.


    "Where are you going?" Yan hang asked.


    "Around, a far, OK," the first day of junior high school slanted to look at him, "you buy, buy vegetables?"


    "Come out for a walk after you buy it," said Yan hang. "Let''s go. Let''s see how to get around."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. He peeped out an eye from behind the tree and looked over at the crab. Then he turned around and went on along the road.


    Yan hang followed: "is there a supermarket here? I''ll buy some wine later. "


    "Yes, I will. I''ll take you." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang followed the first day of junior high school and circled the residential area for most of the time, returning to the road they always passed when they were running.


    "Come round here, this is it?" He looked around.


    "God, strange." Junior one said, another pointed to the side, "supermarket."


    "When is the end of your daily hiding." Yan hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.


    "Graduation, it''s OK," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''ll go and work."


    "It''s not allowed to recruit child labor now," Yan hang said. "You can only get a fake certificate, but you''ll be underage if you look like this. You can''t do it."


    "Ah." At first I was stunned.


    "At least I went to high school," Yan hang said, "any vocational school or technical secondary school will do."


    "Yes, it''s reasonable," the first day of junior high school seemed to be a little excited suddenly. "In the exam, I''m far away. No one knows me. I''ll do it."


    "What do you want to learn?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, I don''t know." Junior one doesn''t seem to care much about what to learn.


    Yan hang feels that as long as he can leave the current environment, it doesn''t matter if he can learn to carry a big bag.


    The first day of junior high school, after wandering in the happy imagination for a while, felt something from his pocket and came out: "here, look."


    "Show me?" Yan hang took over and said, "I thought you gave it to me. You stutter very skillfully."


    "This is too shabby for you." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looked at the little thing in his hand. It was a small black stone, which had been ground into a hexagon, and it was actually very fine.


    "Niubi," Yan hang scratched on the stone with his fingernails, very hard, "what kind of grinding do you take?"


    "On the ground." Junior one said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Squatting on the floor rubbing Yan hang was surprised, "you have a lot of time."


    "Grinding a week, since, self-study class." Chuyi smiles.


    "What''s the material of the classroom floor in your school?" Yan hang asked.


    "Outside, outside," the first day of junior high school said, "when I don''t have a teacher, I go out."


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, almost able to guess why the first day of junior high school was like this.


    "Are you happy?" The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant.


    "Don''t you say you won''t give it to me." Yan hang said.


    "Hit it again, polish it, it will look good." First day of junior high school.


    "Give it to me when it''s polished," said Yan hang. "I''ll drill an eye to be a chain."


    "Good." Chuyi nodded happily and looked at his ankle again.


    "What are you looking at?" Yan hang grabbed his trouser legs and raised them, revealing his ankles. "It''s perfect. It''s nice to tie a bottle cap."


    Junior one did not speak, gave him a clap.


    "Smoke you," Yan hang pointed to him and patted him on the shoulder, "OK, it''s safe, go home quickly."


    After waving goodbye to Chu Yi, Yan Hang''s mood had already slipped all the way, shrinking uneasily at the bottom of the valley.But when he came home with wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables. There was already the smell of rice in the room, and he felt at ease again.


    This tension and relaxation crisscross mood is a bit difficult to control.


    "Can you make another patty, baby?" Dad asked.


    "All right." Yan hang put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen.


    "Add curry --" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.


    "Good," Yan replied.


    I don''t know when he began to like cooking. Chinese food and Western food are all right. Standing at the desk and looking at the ingredients in front of him, who is what kind of flavor, who will have what kind of aroma with whom, who will have what kind of color, and what kind of flavor you want can be predicted and controlled.


    It''s simpler and clearer than many other things.


    It''s easy to cook today. After a while, he made three dishes and one soup.


    Curry patty, three cups of chicken, sweet and sour ribs, except for a Porphyra egg soup, it''s all meat.


    Dad took two glass teacups and filled them with wine.


    Yan hang sat down and put a piece of ribs in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his father over there had already picked up the cup and had a big mouthful of wine.


    "Slow down." He took a look at Dad.


    "Eating vegetables and drinking wine in a big bowl," my father said with a smile, "people live for decades."


    "Our goal is not a hundred years." Yan hang took a drink from the glass.


    Compared with Erguotou, he prefers beer, but what Dad loves most is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest one.


    Dad laughed and took another sip. Then he took a piece of meat cake and ate it slowly. After a long time, he said, "I''ve delayed you."


    This puzzling sentence made Yan Hang''s chopsticks ready to pick vegetables pause in the air: "how can I say it''s the same as that my daughter can''t get married."


    Dad was happy and looked at him: "if only you were a girl."


    "Why didn''t you have two at the beginning? Maybe you''ll have another one." Yan hang said.


    Dad''s smile solidified for a moment. Yan hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he didn''t know how to get them back.


    I had to bow my head and take a sip.


    "Yes," dad picked up the cup, "mainly There''s no chance. "


    Yan hang looks at the wine in the glass and doesn''t make a sound.


    "You were less than two years old when your mother died, and you didn''t have time to wait for you to get older." Dad smiles.


    It seems that dad is not going to eat tonight, just drink.


    Perhaps in order to speed up the process of "chatting", he ate half of the meat pie, drank most of the wine, and filled himself up.


    "You deserve to be my son. You''re so calm," my father said. "It''s been so many years to ask."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took a drink and continued to eat.


    "When I was young, I suffered a lot," my father said. "I can''t remember where your grandparents came from. I knew that I was worried about how to live day by day. I dared to do anything for money."


    "If I knew I was living well now, I would not have to worry about it then." Yan hang said.


    Dad laughed, reached over and slapped him on the head: "you boy."


    After another sip, he sighed, "how are you doing now?"


    Yan hang was silent.


    "Your mother, in fact, is not very good-looking," Dad said, "tall, white skin, really not good-looking."


    The topic suddenly turned around without warning. Yan hang raised his head and looked at his father.


    This is the first time he''s ever heard his father mention his mother.


    He felt indescribable feelings in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, no emotional sustenance, and even had a kind of curiosity that seemed to explore a stranger for a moment.


    But under these, there is a faint smell.


    This tall, white, not very good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.


    Once that feeling comes up, everything changes.


    He suddenly felt like crying.


    "But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad laughed.


    "It''s not appropriate for you to judge your wife like that." Yan hang also laughed.


    "It''s OK. I said the same thing to her face." Dad took the glass, and the wine had gone down half a cup, "wild and stubborn..."


    Dad''s voice went down: "you have to marry me."


    "Face." Yan hang said.


    "No," Dad whispered, "what face do you want with her?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    There was a tremor in dad''s voice.After a while, he drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine, his voice was stable again: "your grandparents are very kind to me. I helped them pull the goods from the supermarket downstairs. By the way, I helped them pull a broken fridge and got to know each other. They love to educate people. When they caught me, they went back and forth to educate me and forced me to borrow books."


    Yan hang said with a smile: "the goods in your stomach were all saved at that time, right?"


    "Well, your mother is ignorant and refuses to read. I''ve read all her books." Dad said with a smile.


    "And then?" Yan hang asked.


    "Later, they fell out and said that they would not communicate with each other when they were old." Dad''s smile was gone. "They really did not communicate with each other when they were old."


    "Why?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Because I married your mother," my father sighed. "I wish I didn''t marry her. I don''t look good. I wish I didn''t marry her."


    Yan hang looked at his father''s hand holding the cup. His knuckles turned white because of his strength. The wine in the cup gently rippled out circles of thin waves. He could see that his hand was shaking badly.


    "Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.


    "Well." Yan hang answered gently, and suddenly he regretted it.


    "That day you slept very honestly, so we went out for a barbecue as soon as possible. When we finished eating, Dad turned his head and looked at him," someone stabbed and robbed people in the street. "


    Yan Hang''s heart sank suddenly.


    "Your mother rushed past, especially fierce, she has always been particularly fierce, she is not a donkey, donkey can not compare with her," Dad said with a smile, "I also quickly past, this kind of thing I have to go up to be decent."


    Yan hang stood still in his chair, listening to his father''s laughter disappear.


    "I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "When I woke up, your mother was lying next to me. When I took her hand, she was cold through..."


    "Did you catch anyone?" Yan hang asked with some difficulty.


    "No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what the man looked like."


    The boys behind him also laughed wildly.


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves."What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


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 Chapter 69

    That day, when Yan hang came over with a mobile phone and put it under the tree, he thought that he was broadcasting it live on the first day of junior high school, but today he realized that Yan Hang''s live broadcast was so boring.


    And it''s so casual that you can open it if you want, and stop it if you want, even if you don''t say hello.


    If you don''t show your face, you may wear a mask when you show your face.


    No wonder no one is watching.


    If Yan Hang is willing to show his face, he will attract many girls like his deskmate to smash gifts But junior one likes this boring live broadcast.


    Will let him have a feeling "different life" experience, perhaps the same ordinary, perhaps boring, but not the same with their own.


    It''s interesting.


    Although he didn''t watch it live several times.


    In his old age, his mobile phone couldn''t accept the new thing of live broadcasting. Every time he went in, it would get stuck as if he was using 2G traffic, and then it would freeze. He couldn''t slow down without pulling the battery.


    Today''s live broadcast of Yan hang, he wanted to watch the live broadcast for a while, but the time was not enough. He came out to buy oil.


    My mother doesn''t buy oil in the supermarket. She wants to go to the vegetable market to buy a large barrel of split packing because it''s cheap.


    The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time. However, he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan hang for a long time. Now if he doesn''t run to the vegetable market again, he will be overtime for a long time.


    Although his mother won''t beat him, he is not willing to face his mother''s gloomy face.


    "Oil?" Yan hang looked at him, "isn''t there any supermarket?"


    "Expensive." Junior one said.


    "To go to the market?" Yan hang asked.


    Just a little bit.


    "Then you go." Yan hang looked at the time.


    The first day of junior high school stood up and looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he didn''t find the word.


    "Well?" Yan hang was puzzled by him. "Don''t tell me there is a pen in the river."


    "No Chuyi started to laugh, turned around and ran down the road.


    The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn''t dare to use it. My mother always signed the pen from the water station, blue, red and black. He had to use it.


    He has hidden this pen all the time. If he didn''t want to thank Yan hang, he would not remember this pen. Maybe he would forget that mobile phone in the future.


    It''s best to forget what you can''t have, or you will feel uncomfortable when you think of it. This is his experience.


    On the first day of junior high school, I run all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel very tired running like this, but I don''t think it''s far away now.


    Probably because the pen was sent out.


    He doesn''t have a chance to give gifts. He won''t call his classmates for birthdays or anything. He will give gifts to his parents I did.


    In primary school, he saved a long time of pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them, and bought a scarf for his mother to make her happy.


    Like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.


    Mom didn''t get it.


    Finally, grandma took the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a big fight. She returned the scarf and bought cigarettes. When she got home, because she didn''t get a refund, she had another fight with grandma.


    After that, he didn''t think about giving any more presents.


    This time, he was determined to give Yan hang a gift.


    Li Zihao throws away his pen. He looks for a pen in the mud. It doesn''t matter to him. What he worries about all the time is that Yan hang doesn''t want it.


    But Yan hang took it and saw with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the smelly mud. He even wiped it with paper without washing it.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Yan Hang is very nice.


    From the vegetable market to buy the oil designated by my mother, the first day of junior high school to carry back.


    When he ran past Yan Hang''s building, he also looked over there. The window of Yan Hang''s living room was facing the street. There was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were closed.


    Maybe Yan hang hasn''t come back yet.


    The first day of junior high school slowed down. The oil was heavy. I was a little tired after running all the way.


    My mother didn''t call to urge him, which means that time is still within the tolerance range But when he turned the corner and could see his own building, he knew why his mother didn''t call him.


    I don''t think so.


    You can hear grandma''s voice from a long distance.


    I can''t hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it on the first day of junior high school.


    All of a sudden, the whole person felt out of breath, and the pace became slower and slower.


    He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart that he would finish the scolding quickly, finish it quickly, and finish it before he went downstairs.


    But just as the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayer in his heart never succeeded.


    And today''s reality is far from his expectation.Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.


    Her coat had been taken off, her bare arms were crossed, and she could be seen in white from the crowd.


    On the first day of junior high school, he stopped and leaned against the wall.


    But I didn''t get away from other people''s eyes.


    "First day of junior high school!" Someone called his name with a smile, "you''re not going to get your grandmother home yet!"


    "She''ll take off her pants no matter how late it is!" Someone said with a smile.


    Junior one bowed his head and made no sound.


    He didn''t know what grandma was doing today and who she was fighting with. He only knew that in the eyes of the neighbors, such a scene would be staged once in a few months.


    Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.


    This includes their school.


    When Yan hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "what''s the smell?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can you still smell it? " Yan hang raised his foot and looked at the sole.


    "Yes," Dad said, "did you fight with someone in the cesspool?"


    "After dinner, don''t lose your appetite." Yan hang took off his shoes and put them next to the garbage can at the door. He saw an old man coming over twice a day to look through the garbage.


    "The people in the class are smart." Dad said.


    "I''m unemployed." Yan hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, he felt the pen in his pocket, hesitated, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then turned in to wash it twice.


    "You can''t get money for a day, can you?" Dad didn''t ask him why he lost his job.


    "Can you get it? It''s not enough for noodles." Yan hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.


    This is a silver pike pen. Although it looks very old, it''s very delicate.


    As a pen, Yan hang has no interest. He doesn''t use a pen much. After all, he only went to primary school. He likes to use a pencil.


    But as a gift, it feels different.


    "What is it?" Dad asked.


    "Can''t you see what this is?" Yan hang shook his pen at him.


    "I can''t believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.


    "It''s from someone else." Yan hang said.


    "For you?" Dad was a little surprised. "Is that the kid you''re talking about?"


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "what would you like to eat at noon?"


    "Pizza." Dad said.


    Yan hang took a look at him.


    "I thought the oven in the kitchen would work, so I bought the materials," Dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I wanted you to make it at night. Now that you''re unemployed, I''ll have it at noon."


    Yan hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.


    "OK," said Yan hang, "I''ll buy some green pepper bacon or something."


    "Another bottle of red wine." Dad added.


    "Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan hang said.


    "Celebrate that you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He opened the door and went out.


    The gift was received.


    Friends?


    First day of junior high school?


    Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friend. He is not very clear about what kind of relationship and how deep it is.


    But junior one, should not be friends.


    Words have not said a few words, friends at least have to be able to chat, let him talk with junior one son estimated to suffocate.


    Go out and turn left. There is a life supermarket along the road. Yan hang has been shopping there these days. It''s quite complete and inexpensive. All the residents in this area are shopping here. It seems that everyone''s income is almost the same. He doesn''t particularly understand that his mother has to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school was very obedient. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil


    It''s a big barrel.


    Yan hang stood at the door of the supermarket, looking at the first day of junior high school coming to him, and the bucket of oil in his hand, almost catching up with the size of the bucket of water dispenser.


    But the direction of junior one is obviously opposite to his going home.


    Yan hang didn''t move. He looked at junior one coming slowly with his head down. He seemed a little depressed. He didn''t have an expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t see him all the time. He just bowed his head and walked forward. As he passed by, Yan hang couldn''t help reaching for his head and bouncing: "ah."


    Junior one turned his head.


    "Don''t you go home?" Yan hang said.


    "Let''s go first, let''s go, let''s go." Junior one said.


    "Walking with oil?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "keep fit, keep fit."


    Yan hang sometimes didn''t quite understand what kind of mentality he was in when he was obviously depressed.


    "Is someone blocking you in front of you?" Yan hang asked."No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "they have a rest at the weekend."


    "Then take a walk." Yan hang didn''t know what else to say, so he turned and entered the supermarket.


    There are many people in the supermarket. Yan hang grabs some green peppers in the crowd and takes a package of laver.


    When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that the first day of junior high school was following him with the bucket of 800 Jin oil.


    "Fuck," Yan hang was startled, "what are you doing?"


    "For a walk." Junior one said.


    "Don''t you come in with this and save it?" Yan hang looked at the oil in his hand. "There''s oil here too. I won''t let you out for a while."


    "This is three, three no," the first day of junior high school turned the barrel, there is no label on it, "it''s OK."


    Yan hang sighed, conveniently took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: "put it in, carry it, I look tired."


    Chuyi put the oil bucket into the basket and continued to follow him with the basket.


    After taking the red wine, Yan hang continued to look for bacon. Without bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon and so on.


    There must be something happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang didn''t have the habit of asking questions. If he didn''t say a word, he wouldn''t ask. If he was Dad, he wouldn''t even ask.


    When he came out to buy good things, he took a look at the first day of junior high school. It seemed that the first day of junior high school didn''t mean to go home with oil, but he didn''t follow him any more, so he went on.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    I look back.


    "Have you eaten yet?" Yan hang asked a piece of rubbish.


    "Later, drink oil." Junior one said.


    "Go to my house and have a drink," said Yan hang. "I''ll get you a cup."


    "Fang, is it convenient?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang found that some aspects of junior high school students were honest. At this time, he didn''t even refuse.


    Very good.


    Dad was a little surprised when he went out to buy a dish and came back with a man carrying oil.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang introduced, "is the child who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."


    "Welcome, I''m Yan Jidao, his father, Yan Shu," his father warmly extended his hand to the first day of junior high school "Oil?"


    At the beginning, he was stunned. He reached out and shook hands with him: "uncle, OK."


    "He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan said. "The first day of the new year, he came to fight."


    In fact, there was nothing to start with. He was just afraid that junior one would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu''s nonsense.


    "Good." On the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the oil bucket, changed the slippers, and then put several pairs of shoes in order.


    Yan hang takes a look at his father, and his father is also looking at him. It''s obvious that the easy move of the first day of junior high school surprised him.


    "Let''s go straight." Yan hang took the mobile phone rack to the desk and put on a mask.


    "Is there anyone to see it?" First day of junior high school.


    "I can''t get through this, can I?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s gone." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang ignored him and adjusted his mobile phone to the materials on the desk.


    Junior one looks at Yan Hang''s hand.


    After someone came in the studio, the screen was brushing all the time.


    Yan Hang''s hands are really beautiful, especially when he moves.


    Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little distracted, not only by Yan Hang''s hands, but also by Yan Hang''s knife work.


    Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every action is flowing, without any unnecessary pause and hesitation.


    The screen is very busy. I took time to take a glance at it.


    -Brother Xiaotian, don''t be so cool. Let''s talk about the steps and essentials.


    - silent cooking series


    - suddenly quit the live series


    - I see anyone else?


    -I also saw


    - someone


    stepped back on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang took a look at him, reached for his mobile phone, turned the camera to him and said, "this is the man."


    -Handsome boy


    - cooking together!!!!


    -I suddenly had an unorthodox guess...


    Did not wait for the beginning of a face of consternation adjustment, Yan hang put the phone back, continue to deal with the material: "baking pan to me."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    "There''s nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza," Yan said. "If you want to eat, chop it up, slice the cheese, and bake it."


    Yan hang put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: "after a while, you can eat it."


    The first day of junior high school hasn''t recovered, he has quit the live broadcast.


    "Over, over?" First day of junior high school."There''s another one," Yan hang turned to continue his busy work. "The same content will not be broadcast."


    "No one''s watching anyway," Dad said, leaning over the kitchen door. "Hell, the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don''t even bother to brush presents."


    "Who said that," Yan hang said while cutting green pepper silk, "someone just brushed the plane."


    "Why?" Dad said, "my hand slipped?"


    Yan hang took a look at Chu: "probably The first day of the new year. "


    Dad was happy and laughed for a long time: "this is for junior one."


    "Go out and eat." Yan hang sighed.


    Dad went back to the living room with a smile and continued to watch his local news.


    "You want it, do you want it?" The first day of junior high school asked in a soft voice, as if a little embarrassed.


    "What do you want?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "Face." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I''ve cut you up together?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "I," Chuichi pointed to himself, "my face."


    "You wait," Yan hang put down his knife, holding the desk in his hand, "I''ll understand first."


    "If you, want, want a gift," junior one explains, "you can..."


    "I see," Yan hang interrupted him, looking at him for a long time without saying anything. After putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, "you''re not repaying your kindness, are you?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "You..." Yan hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to go on.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s that?" Yan hang asked.


    "You''re not polite, gift," Chuichi whispered, "poor thing."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go away Yan hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, "fuck."


    Junior one leans against the wall and looks at the oven with Yan hang.


    It can''t be said to be repaying kindness, or simply trying to express one''s emotions.


    For Yan hang, some things are not deliberately done, just casual, but for him, the feeling is not the same.


    But he did not dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan hang would be baffled, or that he wanted to seek protection.


    He doesn''t need anyone to protect him. He just wants someone to communicate with him normally.


    Yan hang was able to give him such an exchange. Although he didn''t know how long it would last, he still cherished it.


    After two pizzas were baked, Yan hang made another soup. On the first day of junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.


    Yan hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of grade one. Grade one didn''t ask him where to put the things. It seemed that he didn''t deliberately observe them. But before Yan hang spoke, he had done them all.


    Yan hang can''t say what it''s like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met many people and is very sensitive to many things.


    The first day of junior high school is different from the general discerning children. It gives him the feeling that he can''t find any mistakes carefully and makes everyone satisfied seriously and naturally.


    "Would you like some for the first time?" Uncle Yan opened a red wine.


    "No, not at all." Junior one said.


    "Taste it," Uncle Yan poured him a little, "lick it."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    Except for the memory of going to relatives, classmates or friends for dinner during the Spring Festival, he has no memory.


    And working together in the kitchen, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented, the first bite of pizza, feel very comfortable.


    "Do you live near here?" Asked Uncle Yan.


    "Well," Chu nodded, "go further, forward, Lunan."


    "Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there," Uncle Yan said with a smile, remembering that he touched Yan hang with his arm. "Just when I came back at noon today, I saw an old lady with bare arms and quarreling with others over there. She was very tough, and I didn''t even have fun watching it."


    "Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school shakes his hand with the pizza.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog.""It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


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 Chapter 70

    When Yan hang chased around the corner, he had only one idea in his mind to catch the man.


    Not for revenge.


    This person is the only clue that he can contact now. Although it is not sure that this person has a direct connection with the events of that year, this person has appeared around him for the third time. It will be of some use to catch him.


    He and junior one both rush very fast, but when they get to the corner, for the sake of safety, he slows down, but junior one still rushes to the corner.


    "Slow down!" Yan hang yelled in his voice, his eyes against the corner in case of any accident.


    The reaction speed of the first day of junior high school should be the same as that of his action. He must be able to recite red carp and green carp 100 times without stumbling.


    Just as Yan hang made a sound, he slowed down his pace on the first day of junior high school. In order to slow down his inertia, he even stepped on the wall with a very handsome foot, so that he didn''t turn the corner directly, but also ran out of the corner horizontally with a certain distance.


    Damn it, this dog can be cute unconsciously now.


    Or in front of Yan Jidao.


    After turning the corner, there is a straight road. Along the way, there are several paths leading to other districts. If you don''t catch the lame man running in front of you before that, you may let him run away.


    No, when the man ran, he couldn''t see that there was something wrong with his left leg.


    Yan hang took a breath. He hadn''t run like this for a long time. Fortunately, he was wearing running shoes for comfort when he went out today.


    He sped up and chased after the lame man. In an instant, he left the handsome junior one behind him.


    The first day of junior high school was behind Yan hang. He was convinced by the explosive power of Yan Hang''s running. The last time he was chased on the street by Yan hang wearing casual shoes, he was quite convinced.


    At this moment, he can only spread his legs and keep close to each other. He is afraid of any more accidents.


    After a short run, they ran after the man.


    Yan Hang is still an old recruit. He doesn''t know what he took out of his pocket and smashed it behind the man.


    When something hit the back of the man''s head and then fell to the ground, he saw that it was a folding knife, which he once had a chance to hit.


    Yan Hang''s knife was a meteor hammer.


    The man was hit on the back of the head and then staggered for a while, but he was still crazy and continued to stagger forward, then turned into the next path.


    Because Yan hang threw a meteor hammer, his speed was affected, so he rushed in on the first day of junior high school.


    This scene has memory in his mind, similar speed, similar distance, the same person.


    He was still a few steps away from the man and jumped up. In the air, he pushed his foot on the man''s back. The man''s leg softened, and he directly kicked him down and fell to the ground.


    The man probably knew that he would be in trouble if he was caught by them. When he fell down, he stood up and wanted to continue to run.


    At the beginning of junior high school, when he wanted to kick him on the back again, Yan hang rubbed his side and rushed to the back of the man''s head.


    The man jumped again, his nose should have hit the ground, he covered his nose and lay on the ground.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only look at Yan hang.


    Yan hang went to grab the man''s arm and said, "say."


    The man was lying on his back, still covering his nose. There was blood seeping out of his fingers. It should have been a nosebleed. After hearing Yan Hang''s words, he didn''t make a sound.


    Yan hang straightened up, waited for two seconds, and then kicked him on the waist.


    The man suddenly shrank into a ball.


    Junior one can feel the strength of Yan Hang''s foot when he looks at it. He shrinks in his heart. He has never seen such a heavy hand under Yan hang.


    "Say it or not?" Yan hang stooped to look at the man''s face.


    The man was still silent, but he put his hand to his waist, closed his eyes and gasped.


    When Yan hang was about to speak again, the man called out: "help! Robbery


    At the moment, there are few pedestrians on the street, and the cars passing by don''t notice the movement here. There are green belts on both sides of the path, and there are few people coming in and out of the community at this time. In addition, it is probably because Yan hang kicked him so hard that his voice is not loud.


    But the first day of junior high school was still startled by him, and suddenly a little annoyed.


    What a rascal! How could it be?


    Yan Hang is estimated to be also angry, did not speak again, to that person''s head is a foot.


    Then it was to greet the man one by one. The ribs, waist and stomach were all the key points. At first, I was stunned for more than ten seconds.


    "Yan hang!" He gave a cry.


    The man on the ground still held his head at first, but later his arms began to lose strength, and Yan hang kicked his head several times.


    The first day of junior high school even saw a kick on his chin. The man didn''t breathe for several seconds."Yan hang!" He yelled again. If we fight like this, we will lose our lives!


    He had never seen such an angry Yan hang or such a deadly attack.


    In the past, he had fantasized that maybe he would not fall behind if he fought with Yan hang. Now he can see that if Yan hang really fought with him, he would not even have the chance to fight back.


    He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he jumped on Yan hang, trying to hold him from behind and drag him away.


    But as soon as he got close, Yan Hang''s elbow hit him back reflexively and hit him in the ribs. He gasped in pain, but he still bit his teeth and shouldered the collision.


    He opened his arms and hugged Yan hang from behind. Then he clasped his hands and locked Yan Hang''s arms with his own.


    Yan Hang still had to kick, so he quickly pulled Yan hang away, and Yan hang pedaled empty.


    "Yan hang!" The first day of junior high school pressed his voice in his ear and said, "calm down!"


    Yan hang did not speak, but struggled twice.


    "I''ll kill him!" First day, tighten your arms.


    Yan hang was still silent, but his hand suddenly touched his side.


    Junior one doesn''t know what this is, but he knows that Yan hang has countless skills to escape, and he can only use skillful force, so he can only get ahead of Yan hang.


    He released his arm, and at the same time, he buckled Yan Hang''s shoulder and threw it against the wall.


    He didn''t run as fast as Yan hang, and his fighting skills were not as good as Yan hang Niu, but he was sure that he was stronger than Yan hang.


    With this throw, Yan hang bumped into the wall. As soon as he made a move, he felt nervous. He was afraid that Yan Hang''s head would hit the wall.


    But Yan hang, after all, was experienced. When he hit the wall with his back, he lowered his head to offset some inertia and didn''t hit the wall.


    The first day of the new year, his left arm stuck in his chest, and his right hand pressed Yan Hang''s forehead.


    "Yan hang!" He stared at Yan Hang''s eyes, "look at me!"


    Yan Hang''s breath was a little chaotic. After earning a little, he finally leaned back and didn''t move any more.


    "Look at me!" Junior one stares at him, "look at me."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he whispered, "what''s good for a local dog?"


    "Stop fighting." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    "Don''t fight," repeated the first day of junior high school. "Do you hear me?"


    "Don''t you stammer?" Yan hang said.


    "Split up," junior one said, "no stuttering."


    Yan hang smiles and glances at the man on the ground: "call Lao Cui and inform the police."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school immediately took out the mobile phone.


    When calling, Yan hang went to touch the man''s clothes pocket for a while, but he didn''t find anything useful.


    Cui Yi''s car turned quickly and stopped at the roadside.


    Then came a police car.


    On the first day of junior high school, he watched the people on the ground being taken to the police car and Yan hang being called aside by the police to ask about the situation for a long time. At last, when the police car drove away, he was suddenly relieved.


    After getting into Cui Yi''s car, he was still in a trance.


    "I came back on the second day of junior high school, didn''t I?" Cui Yi asked.


    "I''ll be back in the evening of the first day of junior high school," said Yan hang. "I''m going to work on the second day of junior high school."


    "Well," Cui Yi dropped the car and drove to the gate of the community, "mainly because if I ask you questions, you have to be here."


    "Yes." Yan hang leaned between the door and the back of the chair and stretched his legs.


    "Our bags!" The first day of junior high school suddenly sat up straight.


    "I can''t," Cui Yi said. "There are security guards at the door."


    They threw down Li to chase people, right next to the gate of the community. The security guard carried the bag into the guard box.


    When he saw them coming, he took out his bag in shock: "you just went to Catch the thief? "


    "Yes." Yan hang said.


    "Do you have it?" The security guard asked, "why don''t you call me? I can help you."


    "Caught," Yan hang said with a smile, "little thief, if you are a big thief, I will call you."


    "Hurry up, and go to the airport," Cui Yi looked at the time, "I guess it''s late."


    "If it''s too late, change it." Yan hang said.


    "I''ll take a ride to see if I can catch up." Cui Yi said.


    Cui Yi''s driving has always been quite stable. He acts in strict accordance with the style of a middle-aged man. He doesn''t fight, he doesn''t fight and he doesn''t get angry. He really scolds when he gets angry. When he scolds, he can still keep the speed stable.


    Today, there are few people on the street. Yan hang saw Cui Yi driving fast for the first time, but he still kept the speed limit.


    "I thought you were speeding?" Yan hang looked at the speedometer.


    "I''m a lawyer at least." Cui Yi said.


    "I almost forgot not to emphasize it." Yan hang smiles and looks at the first day of junior high school.


    Junior one leaned on the back seat and didn''t speak all the time. Looking at the front, I didn''t know whether I was in a daze or thinking.He reached out and poked his arm.


    Junior one turned his head and looked at him: "hmm?"


    "Well?" Yan hang tilted his head.


    "It''s OK." Chuyi smiles.


    When they arrived at the airport, the time was just fine. As long as they could run all the way to the gate, they would not miss the plane.


    "Run quickly," Cui Yi urged, "give me a call when you get there."


    "Well!" As soon as I picked up my bag, I ran in.


    "Ah..." Yan hang followed him, very upset, "I''m tired of being in such a hurry. Why don''t I just sign a new shift..."


    "Run The first day of junior high school, I turned around and yelled at him.


    "Shout a fart!" Yan hang said.


    "Fart!" The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the.


    Yan hang ran forward with him while laughing. When he ran to the gate, he was too tired to laugh.


    "Roll call!" The first day of junior high school finally slowed down, "passenger first, first and Yan, hang."


    There are no passengers at the gate. They are the last two to board.


    After sitting in his seat, Yan hang fastened his seat belt and leaned back in his chair, but he didn''t want to move at all.


    I''m a little tired.


    This kind of fatigue is not only physical, but also mental.


    He turned his head and looked at junior one.


    The first day of junior high school seems to be OK. I''ve been in the car for a while, but now it seems to have slowed down. I''m staring at the stewardess who tells us about the safety of taking the plane.


    Yan hang looked at his side face.


    He''s grown up. He''s a young man.


    For such a long time, Yan hang saw the real dog brother side of grade one today.


    At the time of his emotional collapse, the reaction of junior one surprised him a little.


    "Look at me!"


    When he said these two words, he was surprised by the calmness and firmness in Chu Yi''s eyes.


    And let him calm down, that is such a look.


    At that moment, he suddenly felt that the first day seemed to be some kind of dependence.


    Stuttering doesn''t need him to cover him any more. Stuttering may be able to cover him with a wave of his arm.


    Yan hang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school looked at him: "what are you laughing at?"


    "Guess what." Yan hang said.


    "I''m so handsome, aren''t I?" Junior one said.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded, "your shameless face is proportional to your handsome."


    Chuyi laughed, rubbed his nose and continued to look at the stewardess.


    A cautious local dog, of all the passengers on the plane, probably the one who listened most seriously, even stretched his neck to see the emergency hatch.


    This kind of serious and cautious attitude may be a bit silly in others, but in junior one, it will make people feel that he is quite handsome.


    "Look at me!"


    Yan hang had this voice in his mind all the time.


    It''s up to you.


    Yan hang closed his eyes. In front of him was the face of the first day when he said this.


    Junior one is a child with a good temper. Yan hang seldom sees such an expression on his face, which makes him feel that junior one is no longer a silly dog.


    Even he found for the first time that the outline of his face was no longer as soft as before, just like a child.


    I''ve taken some points with me Cold?


    As an illiterate, Yan hang couldn''t find a suitable adjective.


    "Yan hang." Junior one patted his hand.


    "Well," Yan hang opened his eyes, "how?"


    "To take off." Junior one said.


    "Oh," Yan hang answered, and looked at junior one for a while. Junior one didn''t seem to continue to speak. He had to ask, "and then?"


    "No, but later," the first day of junior high school looked at him, "it''s suing, suing you, flying."


    ¡°¡­¡­ OK, I see Yan hang smiles and closes his eyes again.


    "Later, sleep," the first day of junior high school patted his hand again. "Take off, open your eyes."


    "Can''t you sleep with your eyes closed after taking off?" Yan hang looks at him helplessly.


    "I don''t know," Chuyi thought, "keep your eyes open. It''s safe."


    "Oh." Yan hang sighed. He did not close his eyes again. He twisted his face and looked out of the window with Chu.


    Until the plane flew smoothly, the first day of junior high school leaned over and said in his ear, "you don''t want to do this in the future."


    "Which one?" Yan hang asked.


    "Today, I''ll fight like this," the first day of junior high school said. "I have too many hands to count."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "OK, listen to you."


    "It''s frightening." Junior one said.


    "Did it scare you?" Yan hang turned his head.


    Now with the face of junior one is very close, can count the eyelashes of junior one, also can see his frown."Yes." Junior one sighs.


    "You wrinkle," Yan hang pressed in the center of his eyebrows, "asymmetry."


    "Wrinkles say it can be, but it''s boring, not symmetrical." Junior one said.


    Yan hang just began to laugh. He suddenly felt nervously on his forehead: "I have wrinkles?"


    "Ah, it is..." Yan hang was interrupted before he finished.


    "You haven''t, haven''t!" Junior one said.


    "I''m three years older than you, and I''m not 30 years older than you. Why should I have one?" Yan hang said.


    "I''m only ten, seven!" Junior one said in shock.


    "The wrinkle I said," Yan hang sighed helplessly, "is the little wrinkle when you frowned! Who said you had wrinkles! "


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The first day of junior high school was relieved and leaned back into his chair.


    Yan hang wanted to sleep on the plane for a while, but he couldn''t sleep in this state. In addition, he held his hand in the palm of his hand all the time in the first day of junior high school, so he could only sleep with his eyes closed.


    However, he is mainly emotional problems, not really lack of sleep.


    Chuyi grabbed his hand all the way back and forth, but it had a little relaxing effect. When he got off the plane, Yan hang felt a lot tired.


    "I''ll go straight back to your house later, won''t I?" Yan hang asked, "I''ll wait for you downstairs."


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "come with me. It''s too cold outside."


    "OK," Yan hang said with a smile, "first of all, if your grandmother dares to scold me, I won''t bear it like you. I will scold her."


    "I can''t bear her now." Junior one said.


    "Really?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school pulled the collar, "I''m hot tempered now."


    Yan hang smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "Really," the first day of junior high school said, "earth fight."


    "What is a dirt bucket?" Yan hang asked.


    "Fight among local dogs, dog." The first day of junior high school.


    "Damn it." Yan hang almost choked with saliva.


    However, although the words of the first day of junior high school are very good, after getting into the taxi, the first day of junior high school has not made any more noise. When he gets off at the intersection of his home, Yan hang can feel the tension of the first day of junior high school.


    He had some feelings that going home would make junior one nervous. This is really a magical home.


    Yan hang looked around. Of course, he was not nervous, but he also had some special feelings.


    He is quite familiar with this place, this street, and the rental house he passed by before, which he once lived across the street, and which has left a memory in his wandering life for so many years.


    And the alley that used to be full of blood.


    I can''t say what I feel. I''m not uncomfortable, I''m not depressed, and I''m not depressed. To be exact, I''m probably a little disappointed.


    He and dad have been separated here for two spring festival.


    "I''ll be in the small sales department for a while," said junior one as he walked in. "Buy a cigarette for my grandmother."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    He has never been to the junior high school, but the buildings on both sides of the road look almost the same. They are old and gray, especially in winter. With the snow beside the wall, the road seems more lonely when there was no one there years ago.


    When he first turned in from the busy street over there, he felt like this. For such a long time, there was really no change here.


    After walking through three buildings, Yan hang heard a lively voice in front of him.


    But listen carefully, and it seems to hear a woman shouting inside.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    Yan hang immediately responded that this should It''s the grandmother of the earthworm eyebrow on the first day of junior high school.


    "There''s no natural reason --" Yan hang pricked up his ears and heard one or two words, "bullying our orphans and widows -- those who celebrate the new year will not let people live --"


    Yan hang was stunned, orphans and widows?


    He quickly turned his head and looked at the first day of junior high school: "your grandfather..."


    "To live," he said, "mouth, head Zen."


    "Oh." Yan hang sighed.


    "Let''s go," the first day of junior high school turned around and walked out, "to invite my little aunt to have a meal, then go to boxing, boxing house, and then go to my grandfather''s home for the new year."


    "All right." Yan hang nodded.


    Back on the street, I used to walk to the river.


    "To see your treehouse?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the junior thought and laughed, turned his head, "it may also, also know you."


    "Yes," said Yan hang, "I''ve talked to him."


    The mood of the first day of junior high school is very easy to adjust. For a short time, he is much happier than before. He looks very happy when he goes to the river.


    When we got to the fork road leading to the river, three people came out.


    Yan hang took a look. He couldn''t see his face clearly, but he could see from his walking posture that it was actually a crab and his two shrimp soldiers.Liang Bing recognized Yan hang at first glance. When he saw him at the second glance, his eyes widened, and then quickly returned to normal size.


    Junior one looks at him.


    According to the old habit, he had already walked around, but now he didn''t move.


    Liang Bing didn''t look like he was looking for trouble when he saw him. After a pause, he took the two servants to the wall and went on.


    "He said yes, I''ve seen my dad." The first day of junior high school whispered a word to Yan hang. He took two steps to Liang Bing and got stuck in his way.


    "What for?" Liang Bing stares at him, "don''t we have a holiday now? What else do you want to do? "


    "Interview," Yan hang took a cigarette and lit it. Standing behind the first day of junior high school, he said, "what''s your mood now?"


    "I''m in the mood to go!" Liang Bing said.


    "Who saw my dad?" First day of junior high school.


    Liang Bing Leng Leng, looking at him did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school took out the leaflet from his pocket, rolled it into a tube and handed it to Liang Bing: "where is it, what do you see?"


    Liang Bing looked at the paper tube and his face twitched twice.


    "Don''t say," junior one looked at him, "let you, winter swimming."


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 Chapter 71

    ¡°¡­¡­ How can you prove that it''s a prawn when it''s all diced Dad''s not happy.


    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


    "Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.


    If he didn''t have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.


    Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.


    It''s OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can''t.


    He''s going to walk away in a hurry.


    That''s how you see money as Baba.


    I''ve been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn''t save money, so he doesn''t have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.


    His way of making money is to work. He doesn''t know the way his father makes money.


    I''m not willing to find out.


    "Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.


    "Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.


    As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".


    Yan hang looks at her.


    "Don''t do it. Don''t do it. My cell phone There''s no electricity Said the little girl.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything


    "I don''t have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.


    When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.


    He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.


    After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."


    The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee."Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.


    "What?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.


    "I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.


    "Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."


    Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.


    "I''ll pay attention next time." He said.


    "Don''t pay attention, it''s very good," said boss Li. "It''s good to sell one more cup of coffee. It''s good to have the spirit of making every penny."


    "Ah." Yan hang nodded.


    Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn''t know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.


    He hasn''t been working this year. He''s not used to standing for such a long time. He won''t be tired after running for two hours. It''s tiring to stand for several hours.


    As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.


    Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.


    This state, he will generally use running to adjust.


    Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it''s very comfortable.


    But it''s not easy to run at this time. It''s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It''s probably just the road by the river that''s full of holes.


    The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.


    No running, no running.


    When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn''t decide whether to run here or not.


    The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".


    After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.


    However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.


    Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.


    And it looks like it''s bending over to find something.


    Treasure hunter?


    Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.


    A second later he froze.


    The treasure hunter is junior one.


    Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn''t plan to have any more contact with the child.


    I didn''t expect it would be like this again.


    He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.


    After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.


    He couldn''t see it any more. He didn''t feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.


    "Ah He called to the bottom.


    There was no response on the first day of junior high school.


    Stuttering is hard to hear.


    Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.


    The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.


    "What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "Come up!" Yan hang called.


    Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.


    At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.


    "Damn it," Yan hang couldn''t bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not


    The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.


    Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?"


    "East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.


    "You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.


    The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It''s not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it''s not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high schoolYan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road.


    "You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.


    "Yes, I did." Junior one said.


    "What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.


    "Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.


    Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn''t wait until the first day of junior high school.


    He had to add: "notebook ah?"


    "Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.


    "Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.


    Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?


    But


    "You''re just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.


    "Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.


    "Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.


    "Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.


    "Oh." He answered.


    The two fell into silence.


    Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t speak.


    "Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.


    Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.


    Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.


    "Here you are." He handed over the tissue.


    The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.


    "Don''t you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.


    "I''ve never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.


    Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    "Well?" First day of junior high school.


    "Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."


    "Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.


    "I''m stuttering." Junior one said.


    "Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.


    The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."


    Fart.


    Yan hang glanced at him and didn''t ask any more.


    Although it''s not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can''t find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.


    But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.


    But Yan hang didn''t want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn''t have more than five words.


    It''s an exception when you''re talking.


    ¡­¡­ Yan hang couldn''t help but stare at him again.


    It''s amazing.


    After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.


    Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.


    The gold-plated frame can''t hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.


    He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.


    Today, it was still dawn. He didn''t twist his foot and saw the road clearly.


    Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can''t find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.


    All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t find it.


    By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.


    One dish, one soup.


    Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.


    "See, it''s called prawn. I''m moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"


    Yan hang nodded, very moved.


    My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can''t remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.Today, Dad''s mood doesn''t seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn''t say a word. He just drinks with his head down.


    Yan hang was silent.


    It wasn''t until the TV news said today''s date that he regained his mind.


    He didn''t remember the date when he went out in the morning.


    On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.


    He didn''t ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.


    These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.


    He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.


    I''ve already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.


    "No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.


    "I''ll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.


    "I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don''t do it. The prawns will die."


    Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.


    When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.


    Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.


    As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.


    Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"


    Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.


    There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn''t know anything.


    Yan hang didn''t know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.


    Scum one and two.


    At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.


    He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.


    No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.


    When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.


    Rubbish! I think I can''t fight and run!


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


    "Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"


    He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.


    "What the hell are you doing?" One roared.


    "Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don''t you usually play like this?"


    "When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face."You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang''s face slowly disappeared.


    "If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What''s the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."


    At his request, Yan hang slapped him in the face and knocked out half of what he had said.


    "I don''t stand up for anyone. At first, it''s a fart. Can I stand up for him?" Yan hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you that if I beat you, it''s fitness. Do you understand? When you see me, don''t give me a damn and walk around. "


    Number one stares at him and doesn''t respond.


    "Do you understand?" Yan hang went up to the tip of his nose and roared.


    No. 1 didn''t expect that he would be like this. He was so surprised that his pupils suddenly shrank.


    "Let''s go," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and put his hands in his pocket. "Keep running, exercise and defend the country."


    Looking at No.1 running and swearing away from the alley, Yan hang whistled happily, moved his arms and walked slowly to the coffee shop.


    Today''s early morning to vent a pass, the mood can be said to be very good.


    I went out in the direction of No.1 running and made two turns. I was already on the street when I went out from the alley.


    The road to the coffee shop is on the right, and the bridge is less than 100 meters on the left.


    Yan hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the bridge.


    Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunting place on the first day of that day.


    Give someone away?


    The beach is the same as before. The black mud is mixed with pieces of garbage. The water meandering through the cracks of garbage is blowing in the face of a gust of wind forget it.


    Yan hang turned and left.


    Back on the street, he put on his mask, took out his mobile phone, and first sent a "come to play" on his Weibo, and then started the live broadcast.


    Few people watch it at this time, especially the sudden live broadcast, but it doesn''t matter at all. He wants to live because he wants to. There is no other reason.


    -I''m coming!


    -Am I the first one?


    there are so many fans coming in.


    "I go to work." Yan hang held his mobile phone and took a picture around him. When he changed hands in the middle, the camera passed him.


    -Eyes


    - ah, brother Xiaotian''s eyes are so beautiful


    "a coffee shop," Yan hang didn''t answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged Hu Zijun with a baby head."


    -23333333


    - want to see


    - what brother Xiaotian is wearing today


    "clothes, trousers and shoes." Yan hang replied, shaking his mobile phone down.


    -Sportswear again


    "wear a skirt next time." Yan hang said.


    When he got to the front of the coffee shop, he withdrew from the live broadcast. During working hours, he still had to be serious.


    As soon as he put his cell phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the shop.


    "I don''t know what''s going on! I didn''t mess with him This voice is inexplicably familiar.


    When Yan hang walked into the shop, he saw a man sitting next to the bar with an ice bag in his hand covering his eyes Scum one.


    "You really didn''t provoke him, you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "if you don''t want to call the police, you can call back! When I was your age... "


    Little scum one turned to see Yan hang, eyes instantly enlarged twice: "I fuck you..."


    "You fuck another one!" Boss Li pats the bar and stares at number one.


    "That''s him!" No.1 jumped down from the bar chair, pointed at Yan hang, and cried out, "it''s him! It''s him! That''s him


    Our friend little Nezha.


    Yan hang couldn''t help singing in his heart.


    "That''s him! Dad! That''s him! Dad Number one, keep roaring.


    Yan hang looked at the excited No. 1 and thought for a moment that No. 1 was calling him. If he wanted to say so, he didn''t have to be so polite.


    Boss Li was a little surprised to see: "he?"


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 Chapter 72

    "That kid I don''t know, "Yan hang looked sideways into the living room," go to the window and wait. "


    -I hope I won''t be bullied again today. I feel sorry for him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.


    This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


    Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn''t look at the screen or make any more noise.


    After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.


    Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let''s see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."


    After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?


    "It''s not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."


    The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.


    But today''s withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn''t do it.


    The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.


    He didn''t look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn''t exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.


    There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.


    When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.


    -No more?


    Someone on the screen asked.


    "No," said Yan hang, "mourning."


    With that, he didn''t look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.


    Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.


    The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.


    From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.


    Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.


    He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Do you love me?


    do you need me?


    do you want me?


    do you love me?


    he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.


    ¡°No¡£¡±


    Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father''s voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I''m back."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He was very sleepy.


    "Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"


    Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"


    Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what''s the matter with Yan hang?"


    "Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I''ll let you die now.""Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.


    "Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor."


    "I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let''s go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it''s an English book and intensive reading I don''t understand. Can you see? "


    "Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.


    "My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."


    "I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.


    "Yes," Dad nodded, "I''ve been collecting, our heirloom."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.


    It''s only two days since he moved here. I don''t know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.


    "How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It''s a game that has been played for more than ten years.


    Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.


    Sometimes it''s The meat hurts.


    Like today.


    When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.


    It''s really an old community.


    But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.


    So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.


    "What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.


    "Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.


    "Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.


    It''s very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it''s not necessarily when I come out.


    "Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn''t?"


    "Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.


    "Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.


    "940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."


    "It doesn''t seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."


    "Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.


    "Go back?" Dad asked.


    "Noodles, please." Yan hang said.


    "Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don''t you think it''s an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"


    "Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.


    "Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."


    This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.


    "This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."


    "Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.


    When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."


    "Ah." Yan hang answered.


    "Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it''s a good place. Maybe I''ll stay longer."


    "No Yan hang replied quickly.


    "I don''t want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."


    "It''s two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn''t want to go to primary school."


    "Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I''ve been scolded by your teacher Lu."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.


    The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.


    "Such a good child," she said, "I''m afraid I''ll be taught bad by your father in the future."


    Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.


    Yan hang didn''t ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn''t appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.I''ll come back anyway.


    I''m used to it.


    Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.


    He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.


    He doesn''t have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.


    Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad''s life is like a journey, and it''s all short distance.


    He can''t count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn''t even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.


    "I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."


    Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn''t have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.


    Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father''s arm.


    Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It''s no use lying on my back.


    So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.


    Now it''s almost three o''clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.


    The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.


    And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.


    Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.


    He likes running. It''s the best way for him to pass the time.


    He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.


    After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.


    After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.


    Plus the medicine, he didn''t get up until noon.


    It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.


    With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.


    Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.


    It''s almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.


    Will you fight back?


    To what extent will we fight back?


    Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.


    Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.


    Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.


    There are so many whys. He didn''t ask why for a long time.


    A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.


    He was pushed.


    From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It''s not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it''s like the high tide before a good play ends.


    The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.


    Maybe it''s just an unconscious action, but it''s really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.


    Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.


    Yan hang tut.


    It''s heavy.


    Then another boy kicked his leg.


    According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.


    Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.


    But it didn''t work. A few boys fought back.


    After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.


    But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang''s experience, they will not stop until he has a response.So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.


    A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.


    "It''s a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.


    -Brother Xiaotian, do you want to do it?


    - pay attention to safety, or let''s call the police.


    there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.


    "I don''t know," he said. "I can''t watch it. It''s too sad."


    After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist''s face for the first time in a few days.


    It''s not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.


    It was very calm.


    It''s so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can''t say whether it''s sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can''t find a suitable adjective.


    Half of the broken cup didn''t fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy''s finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist''s face again, Yan hang whistled.


    It''s very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang''s best is probably whistling.


    My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.


    The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.


    Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.


    The screen was very busy, but he didn''t have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.


    "Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.


    "From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."


    Yan hang didn''t mind. His words were funny.


    But he didn''t come here for fun.


    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


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 Chapter 73

    "What did you say?" The first day of junior high school holding the phone, I feel that my voice is a little far away.


    "Your father was arrested by the public security bureau!" It''s very rare for grandma to be so patient. She repeated, "all the detention notices have been sent!"


    "Notice?" Junior one said softly.


    He was so old that he only received one admission notice from his school. For the first time, he knew that there were other kinds of admission notices.


    Detention notice?


    "Well, your mother doesn''t care about him, so don''t worry about it," grandma said. "Your father had better not kill anyone. If he kills someone, I''ll see how you will behave in your life..."


    I hung up on the first day of junior high school.


    "Together?" The cashier asked.


    "Well." The first time I got over it, I turned to look at the things on the table and nodded.


    "I''ll add another bottle of chili sauce!" Hu Biao is holding a bottle of chili sauce.


    "Have some face," Zhou Chunyang said. "You can eat this bottle of chili sauce and add it later."


    "It''s OK." Junior one said.


    "I''ll do it myself," Hu Biao pointed to the first day of junior high school


    Chuichi smiles.


    Back to the dormitory, we all sat around the table, eating and chatting. First of all, we discussed how to get there in the evening, whether it''s a taxi or a bus. We should control the time, and don''t eat too much. We have to eat while singing karaoke. After karaoke, we still have to go for a snack. We also argued for a long time about where to go for a snack and what to eat


    Junior one has been sitting at the table listening to them, basically did not speak.


    In his mind, he repeatedly recalled grandma''s words and wanted to get more information, but Grandma had made it very clear that it was impossible for him to find other information.


    There''s no need to ask grandma. If there''s anything else, she said just now.


    Junior one raised his neck.


    Notice of detention.


    Dad was finally caught and detained.


    I don''t know why, after finally reflecting this fact, I felt relaxed in the first second of the first day of junior high school.


    A sigh of relief.


    Finally, I was caught. Finally, I didn''t have to worry about my father''s life or death. I didn''t have to complain about his failure.


    Maybe it''s that I haven''t really regained my mind yet. I don''t even think about what role my father played or how much he was involved.


    It''s no use to think about it. The man has been caught, and the police will soon find out what happened.


    After chatting in the dormitory, a group of people took out their mobile phones and began to play games together.


    "First day of junior high school?" Zhou Chunyang asked, "didn''t you say you were playing last time? I''ll take you."


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, "Chuyi said," I see, you play. "


    "Come to see me," Hu Biao said. "I''m very strong."


    "You''d better change your name to brag." Li Ziqiang said.


    "It''s not blowing!" Hu Biao was unconvinced.


    "Hurry up!" Zhou Chunyang patted the table.


    Several people started the game while shouting.


    The first day of junior high school tilted his head and looked at Hu Biao''s mobile phone. After a long time, he didn''t understand it. He didn''t even hear what they were shouting.


    Slowly to this moment, he found that his so-called relaxed, in fact, is only a fake.


    He didn''t feel relaxed. The things he thought were useless were always in his mind.


    Stretched a stretch, pretending to breathe, took the mobile phone out of the dormitory.


    There were several people in the corridor, leaning against the railing and talking.


    The first day of junior high school, I stood on the edge of the railings and observed the people around me silently. I made sure that no one noticed him and no one heard him. Then I got my mobile phone in front of me.


    He named Yan hang.


    How long has it been?


    How many changes did this bring to his and Yan Hang''s lives?


    No matter how happy he is, his heart will sink when he thinks about it.


    Yan hang can''t see it on the surface, but the last time he caught the lame, Yan Hang''s out of control can tell everything.


    Now there''s some progress. It''s progress, good or bad, whether dad is arrested.


    He didn''t want dad to have any trouble, but he was also afraid that it would be hanging on his head.


    The phone rang.


    It''s from Yan hang.


    -I applied with the chef. I''ll make you a special dish later.


    Chuichi smiles.


    -Do you have noodles? Grandma asked me to have noodles.


    -No problem. Look at me. It''s my first birthday. I don''t know how to eat noodles?


    -In fact, it''s ok if you don''t eat, I don''t know.


    - grandma said to eat it, and it''s no trouble. You wait for me to make you a bowl of noodles full of starsOn the first day of junior high school, looking at Yan Hang''s reply, Yan hang sent a message with almost no expression, but this one had a lovely smile.


    It can be seen that Yan Hang is in a good mood.


    Looking at this small expression, junior one suddenly hesitated.


    Dad is only "arrested" now, and Yan Hang is happily preparing for his birthday, even with a lovely expression. If he tells Yan hang about it now


    Yan hang easily won''t show any emotion that he can see out, all things Yan hang will hide in his heart.


    As soon as he thought of Yan hang, he was thinking about it and preparing for his birthday to make him happy, he felt a twinge of heartache.


    There must be something to say, but it''s really not the right time.


    It''s hard for him to recover his mood of having a good birthday. He doesn''t want Yan hang to be affected.


    At least it''s a very important birthday for him and Yan hang.


    "Brother hang, what time are they coming?" Zhang Chen came and asked.


    "It''s five o''clock," said Yan hang, looking at the time. "It''s almost there."


    "I''ll tell the kitchen when it''s time," Zhang Chen nodded. "You don''t have to worry about these. You can cook in a moment."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    "Do you think it''s very enjoyable," Zhang Chen looked at him with a smile. "I''ve been thinking about going to the kitchen all day, and today I''ve got my wish."


    "Like a fart," Yan hang said, "just making a bowl of noodles with one dish is not enough for me."


    "Well, if I want to go to the kitchen and cook, you can see if they let me." Zhang Chen said.


    "Fried eggs." Yan hang smiles.


    "Look down on me, at least it''s an omelette." Zhang Chen said.


    Yan Hang''s mobile phone rings in his pocket. He takes it out and sees Cui Yi''s number: "I''ll take a call."


    "Well." Zhang Chen answered.


    Yan hang goes to the corridor and answers the phone.


    Cui Yi''s phone calls are all about serious business. Anyway, it won''t be for junior one''s birthday. After he told the police that he might have seen his father on junior one, Yan Hang''s heart has been a little uneasy. He can''t say what he felt.


    "How''s it going? Still at work? " Cui Yi asked.


    "Otherwise, can you still be absent from work?" Yan hang laughed, "what''s the matter?"


    "Have you passed the first day of junior high school with his classmates?" Cui Yi asked again.


    "It''s going to be a while. It''s about five o''clock," Yan said. "I''ll go to the kitchen and cook a dish later."


    "You really don''t want to let it go," Cui Yi said with a smile. "OK, bring me some snacks in the evening."


    "Well, what would you like to eat?" Yan hang asked.


    "You can bring me whatever you eat. I just need a pad for stuttering." Cui Yi said.


    "Good." Yan Hang is waiting for Cui Yi to get down to business.


    But Cui Yi said, "I''ll hang up."


    "Lao Cui," said Yan hang, "aren''t you? It''s not your style


    "That''s right," Cui Yi sighed. "Hanging directly is my style."


    "Is there any news?" Yan hang asked.


    "Originally, I wanted to say it directly. I feel you are in a good mood..." Cui Yi said, "forget it."


    "I can''t be in the same mood as you are," Yan hang sighed. "It''s nothing. I''ve been used to it for so long. Let''s talk about it."


    "Chu Jianxin was arrested." Cui Yi said.


    "Newly built?" Yan hang Leng at least two seconds to react, this is the first day of his father, "when?"


    "Yesterday," Cui Yi said, "I should have informed my family. Didn''t I tell you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "No Yan hang said.


    "But now I don''t know the details. I only know that the man has been caught. His family probably didn''t tell him," Cui Yi said, "you..."


    "I can''t talk to him either," said Yan hang. "It''s his birthday today."


    "Then find the right time." Cui Yi said.


    "Well." Yan hang hung up, took a cigarette and went downstairs.


    If these garbage cans outside the staff passage can talk, Yan hang may have been old friends with them.


    Every day to report, frequency can catch up with the cleaning sister.


    Yan hang lit his cigarette and took several puffs before he slowed down.


    Chu, no, Chu was arrested.


    My father''s name is chujianxin.


    Yan hang found that he didn''t know until now. He never thought of asking, or deliberately didn''t ask.


    It''s no use knowing some details, but it will make you deeper in something.


    For example, once you know his father''s name is Chu Jianxin, the relationship between this person and this matter immediately becomes closer because of his name.Yan hang didn''t like this feeling very much.


    He looked at the smoke in front of him. When there was no wind, the smoke could solidify in the air for a long time, and then it dispersed with a breath.


    The date of being arrested is too accurate.


    Even if it is only tomorrow to tell the first day of junior high school, it is not necessarily appropriate. It will be much better if it is earlier and later.


    Maybe I told the police the wrong time.


    Yan hang frowned.


    -We''ll be there in a minute!


    Yan hang in the kitchen just ready to bake the earth bucket bread, the beginning of a message came.


    He smiles and looks at the exclamation mark. He can imagine the expression of junior one. After putting the bread into the oven, he goes to one side and gives junior one a message.


    -OK, birthday star


    when Yan hang returns to the restaurant, he sees that Zhang Chen has taken the first day of junior high school and several people in their dormitory to the reserved table. In front of each person, there is a ball of chocolate with a birthday sticker printed with a dog pattern.


    This is actually made according to the zodiac in the restaurant. Yan hang chose a little dog with the most consistent image of junior one.


    "Happy birthday." Yan hang went to the table and said with a smile.


    "Happy." Chuichi looks at him with a smile.


    "I''ll serve you appetizers first." Yan hang put his hand on the shoulder of junior one and pinched it gently.


    "Listen to the arrangement of brother hang," Hu Biao rubbed his hands, "I''ve been greedy since noon."


    Yan hang laughs. When he turns around and walks away, he flicks on the head of junior one.


    Chuichi touched his head with a smile.


    "I''ll put the birthday cake they brought on ice first," Zhang Chen said. "I''ll push it later."


    "Did you go there singing a birthday song?" Yan hang asked.


    "Other people''s words, I will definitely play music in the past, brother hang, your friend," Zhang Chen waved, "I can dance in the past."


    Yan hang laughed: "thank you."


    After notifying the appetizer, Yan hang went to the back kitchen again and looked at Tudou bread. Today, this bread was made for the first time. He didn''t count the time of baking it in sections, so he had to keep an eye on it.


    Looking at the local dog colored bread in the oven, he felt that it was pretty good. The bread looked like the first day of junior high school.


    But not like today''s first day.


    Today''s first day is not as good-looking as bread.


    He took the bread out, added milk to the blossom on his back, put it back in the oven, and went back to the restaurant.


    The back kitchen is very busy at the moment. He can''t give up his seat.


    And he wants to see junior one.


    The first day of junior high school today is not the same as usual, some far fetched, pulling the corner of the mouth.


    Junior one didn''t tell him that his father was arrested, but Yan hang felt that he didn''t know.


    When Yan hang was not present, the first day of junior high school faced several students in the dormitory. They didn''t even have the forced smile. They looked absent-minded.


    Yan hang sighed softly.


    The family of junior high school should have told him about it. The mother of junior high school "ran away from home" and couldn''t get in touch with her, so it was grandma.


    Yan hang frowned. The one who didn''t think about anyone''s feelings, even his grandson''s, probably didn''t remember that today was the first birthday of junior high school. Maybe it didn''t matter. As long as she could make people around her uncomfortable, she would be comfortable.


    After the toast was baked, Yan hang smelled it. It was very fragrant. According to his rich experience, the bread was delicious and sold well.


    When he came to the first day of junior high school with bread, the eyes of the first day of junior high school suddenly widened, and the smile on his face was not as forced as before, and he was very happy.


    "Is this me?" First day of junior high school.


    "Well," Yan hang put the bread on the table, "this bread is called Tudou."


    "Potatoes?" Hu Biao Leng Leng, "how fragrant I am."


    "It''s baked mashed potatoes with cream cheese," Yan said. "Try it."


    "Did you make it?" Zhou Chunyang asked.


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    "That''s my intention." Zhou Chunyang sighed.


    "Are you with me?" Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "I''m going to work," Yan hang whispered in his ear, bending down. "After a while, you''ll go to sing after work."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school looked back, "then you eat a small piece of dog''s bread secretly. Will it be sent out


    "I don''t think so," Yan hang said in a low voice, "give me a bite."


    "Good." Just a little bit.


    He stretched out his hand on the back of the bread and broke off a small piece with stuffing. Several people on the table waited for him to do it first. As soon as he broke it, everyone immediately started.


    Chuyi smiles and passes the bread to Yan hang.


    When Yan hang opened his mouth and was about to bite, a waiter behind him called out: "brother hang, there are guests over there who want to sign the bill."


    Chu Yi was startled, and the bread in his hand had already reached Yan Hang''s mouth. He didn''t know whether to continue or take it back."Good." Yan hang answered and quickly came over.


    The first day of junior high school, he quickly stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth and pushed it in with his fingers.


    "You..." Yan hang bit the bread and said, "why didn''t you just put it in my stomach?"


    "Short hands, a little bit." I''m a little embarrassed.


    "I''ll make noodles for you." Yan hang swallowed the bread and turned away.


    Several people on the table didn''t notice the bread feeding action. Even if they did, they would not have any ideas for the boys who only had girls in their heads.


    Only Zhou Chunyang He took a look, and sure enough, Zhou Chunyang was eating and cheering at him.


    He laughed and quickly put a mouthful of bread into his mouth.


    It''s delicious.


    It''s different from the small local dog bread that Yan hang made at home before. This large local dog bread has the sweet smell of caramel.


    When I saw this bread, I felt that my mood in the afternoon was a little up.


    Then came the steak and soup. A few people enjoyed themselves very much. If it wasn''t for the fact that this is a high-end western restaurant and there are foreigners around, I felt that they could shout when they were chatting.


    After a while, Yan hang brought a small bowl of beef noodles.


    Very small, the first visual inspection of their own about two can eat.


    "If you do too much, I''m afraid you won''t have enough to eat cake." Yan hang said.


    "Well." Junior one lowered his head and put a chopstick into his mouth.


    "Happy birthday, puppy," Yan hang whispered. "When you grow up to be a year old, you should be happy every day."


    "Well." I had a mouthful of soup on the first day of junior high school.


    "No matter what happens," said Yan hang, "there''s always me."


    The first day of junior high school looked at him, then turned back and ate up the noodles in the bowl, and then drank up the soup in Yangon.


    Yan hang prepared a very rich birthday dinner for him, which was carefully designed. In addition to the chocolate with dog stickers at the beginning, when the salad was served, there were several white chocolate dog heads on it.


    The waiter said it was carved by hangge.


    Compared with knowing that hangge has such carving skills, junior one was surprised that hangge could think of such details.


    When the birthday cake was pushed by Miss Zhang Chen singing a birthday song, on the first day of junior high school, listening to the happy birthday whispered by several people in the dormitory, and the happy birthday from a nearby table, I suddenly felt that my eyes were hot. I quickly closed my eyes and made a wish to the candle.


    I don''t know what kind of wish to make, but Yan Hang''s face is in my mind.


    Then I wish him and Yan hang all the best in the future, and everything will pass safely.


    Also I hope everyone is healthy and safe.


    Yeah.


    The wishes of local dogs are very smart and will come true.


    The cake was not finished. Zhou Chunyang said that he would buy a big cake, but he really bought a huge double-layer cake. After one person ate one piece, there was more than half left.


    "Take it with you when you sing," Zhang Qiang said. "It takes a lot of energy to sing. You''re hungry when you sing."


    "Are you still worried that I can''t finish it," Gao said. "I can eat two more pieces in half an hour at most without singing."


    "Seriously, I''m thinking, you''re not eating less this day," Hu Biao looked at him, "where''s the meat growing?"


    "On you." Junior one said.


    Several people are happy, Hu Biao sighed: "I feel that the meat we eat in our dormitory grows on me."


    After the cake was repacked and tied up, Yan hang came over and gave Zhou Chunyang a business card: "I still have 20 minutes. You can take a taxi to go there first. If you can''t sit down, wait for me."


    "Did you drive?" First day of junior high school.


    "Driving old Cui''s car." Yan hang nodded.


    Zhou Chunyang and Hu Biao passed first, and Xiaoqiang stayed in Yan Hang''s car.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to the bar and asked Yan hang in a low voice, "why don''t you let me take the name of the movie?"


    "Well?" Yan hang was stunned and looked at him.


    "Let Chun, Zhou Chunyang take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looked at him for two seconds, and then he began to laugh: "it''s not true?"


    "Ask you." Junior one said.


    "Don''t you want to ride with me?" Yan hang said.


    "Ah," he said, "I didn''t expect this, this."


    "What do you think of?" Yan hang asked with a smile.


    "If you want to do something foreign, just let the foreign people go and do it," the first day of junior high school said. "I went. No, I don''t know how to say it."


    "That''s a long way to go." Yan hang watched him happy.


    "I''m also very foreign," Chuyi tut said. "I can fly. I''ll take it."


    "Well, it''s more and more foreign." Yan hang nodded.


    "Let''s go downstairs and wait for you," said junior one. "Parking lot?""Well," Yan hang gave him the car key, "get on the car first and stay."


    Xiao Xiaoqiang probably hasn''t had enough time for the new year. Now he''s going to sing. He''s a little excited. They''re already excited to sing in advance in the back seat of the car.


    The first day of junior high school is sitting in the co driver, looking at the street lamp outside the window.


    When talking with Yan hang, it''s OK. Now I''m alone, and my mind starts to think about my father again.


    Is dad in detention now?


    Have you eaten yet?


    Did the police start questioning him?


    Grandparents still don''t know, how to tell them?


    When can the family visit?


    Would mom go if she could visit?


    What do you want to say when you see Dad


    Yan hang opened the door and sat in the cab. On the first day of junior high school, he turned his head and said, "here you are."


    "Well," Yan hang looked at him, "now go over."


    The KTV that Yan hang ordered is the same as their restaurant. It''s very advanced.


    The little sister who led them to the box was tall and beautiful. Xiaoqiang followed her all the time and asked without any words.


    The first day of junior high school always looked at the ground. The marble floor was so bright that he always felt that he would step on it.


    As soon as I got to the box, my cell phone rang.


    Yan hang turned his head and asked, "who is that?"


    The first day of junior high school took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a strange number. He frowned and answered the phone: "hello?"


    Mom was very familiar with it, but now she heard a strange voice: "your father has been caught, do you know?"


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "You go over and sing first. If you want anything, you don''t have to worry about anything else," said Yan hang. "I''ll come with junior one for a while."


    "All right," Li Ziqiang nodded, "hurry up, waiting for the birthday star to sing."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    "I know." The first time I looked around, next to the door of the box, I could hear the singing from time to time, and occasionally someone passed by, which made him a little nervous.


    Yan hang pulled him next to him, put his arm around his shoulder belt, he walked back for a while, and went into the bathroom.


    The ear suddenly quieted down.


    "Go and talk to your grandfather. I don''t want to talk about it." Mom said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school.


    "Can you find out what''s going on with him?" Asked the mother.


    "I don''t know, I don''t know." Chuyi sighs and goes to the window. He doesn''t want Yan hang to know what he and his mother are talking about.


    "What''s your use?" Mom said.


    "You''re useless," Chuichi frowned. "How useful can I be?"


    "All right!" Mother raised her voice, "I just want to say that I don''t care about it, who cares who cares!"


    Then he hung up.


    Chuyi sighed, put his cell phone back in his pocket and turned to look at Yan hang.


    He tried hard to let himself see that it was ok, but he couldn''t do it. He couldn''t even pull a smile and say "go sing".


    Yan hang didn''t speak, just opened his arms.


    The beginning of a meal, in the past hard to embrace him.


    "It''s OK." Yan hang held him and said softly.


    "You are, don''t you know." Junior put his chin on his shoulder.


    "I don''t know, I guess," said Yan hang. "Just you fart every ten miles. I can feel the vibration."


    "Well, my ass must be an active volcano." Junior one said.


    "Ah." Yan hang smiles.


    Junior one also laughed.


    After laughing for a while, he turned his head and looked at Yan hang: "why not, don''t you say?"


    "It''s the most important thing for us to have a happy birthday." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. After staring at Yan hang for a while, he suddenly hooked Yan Hang''s neck and kissed him on his lips.


    It''s like I''m knocking my teeth again.


    But both of them didn''t seem to care much. After a pause, Yan hang quickly met him, and the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips.


    Junior one in a piece of excitement in time to think of the slap before.


    He opened his mouth.


    The moment Yan Hang''s tongue came in, it was like a fire in his belly.


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 Chapter 74

    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


    "Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."


    "I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.


    "OK, I''ll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."


    "Well, I''ll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.


    At this moment, sporadic students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan hang looked to the supermarket and found that the gangster was no longer squatting there. He was strolling to the corner with some friends.


    Yan Hang''s walking posture was very unpleasant to his eyes. He was like a crab with lame legs. He was afraid that he would not be able to see that he was a gangster if he kept his legs.


    Two high school boys passed by, and the crab flicked the cigarette end to one of the faces.


    The boy turned his head in anger, and the crabs immediately turned around. It was obvious that they were in high spirits. As long as the other side resisted a little, they would rush up.


    The boy''s classmates gave him a hand and they left.


    The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy. He continued to walk forward with his legs swinging.


    Yan hang got to the street ahead of them. Now more and more students came home. Yan hang was looking for the first day of junior high school among these students.


    There''s no need to look at the students in groups. Only when they are bullied in the first day of junior high school will they be there. Li Zihao''s team hasn''t bothered him these days, so he must be alone.


    But after watching it for a long time, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    If it''s not the first day of junior high school, it''s because he''s too short to see.


    Crab also came to the street, leaning on the road sign pillar, chatting with people.The street is very wide. Yan Hang is standing here, but the crab doesn''t see it. Otherwise, he will come to find trouble for him.


    Just want to make a phone call to ask the first day of junior high school, the mobile phone rang, a message came in.


    It''s from the first time.


    -What are you doing standing there?


    Yan hang picks his eyebrows. Is this boy invisible?


    He raised his eyes and looked around. There was a T-junction at the corner of the street. There were a lot of people and cars on the busy road. The first day of junior high school could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn''t find it after a long time.


    "Are you invisible?" Yan hang sent a voice.


    -I''m behind the tree


    tree? Yan hang was stunned. There was a row of trees on the opposite side of the road. When he saw the fourth one by one, an arm suddenly came out from behind the tree and shook it.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang couldn''t help laughing, put his cell phone back in his pocket and crossed the road.


    Junior one doesn''t want to have a conflict with crabs. As long as crabs don''t take the initiative to make trouble, Yan hang doesn''t intend to take the lead for him. So after crossing the street, Yan hang stands by the tree and looks in front of the shop window.


    "How long will you be standing here?" He asked.


    "I''ll leave early without you." The face of the first day is facing the tree.


    "Where are you going?" Yan hang asked.


    "Around, a far, OK," the first day of junior high school slanted to look at him, "you buy, buy vegetables?"


    "Come out for a walk after you buy it," said Yan hang. "Let''s go. Let''s see how to get around."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. He peeped out an eye from behind the tree and looked over at the crab. Then he turned around and went on along the road.


    Yan hang followed: "is there a supermarket here? I''ll buy some wine later. "


    "Yes, I will. I''ll take you." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang followed the first day of junior high school and circled the residential area for most of the time, returning to the road they always passed when they were running.


    "Come round here, this is it?" He looked around.


    "God, strange." Junior one said, another pointed to the side, "supermarket."


    "When is the end of your daily hiding." Yan hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.


    "Graduation, it''s OK," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''ll go and work."


    "It''s not allowed to recruit child labor now," Yan hang said. "You can only get a fake certificate, but you''ll be underage if you look like this. You can''t do it."


    "Ah." At first I was stunned.


    "At least I went to high school," Yan hang said, "any vocational school or technical secondary school will do."


    "Yes, it''s reasonable," the first day of junior high school seemed to be a little excited suddenly. "In the exam, I''m far away. No one knows me. I''ll do it."


    "What do you want to learn?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, I don''t know." Junior one doesn''t seem to care much about what to learn.


    Yan hang feels that as long as he can leave the current environment, it doesn''t matter if he can learn to carry a big bag.


    The first day of junior high school, after wandering in the happy imagination for a while, felt something from his pocket and came out: "here, look."


    "Show me?" Yan hang took over and said, "I thought you gave it to me. You stutter very skillfully."


    "This is too shabby for you." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looked at the little thing in his hand. It was a small black stone, which had been ground into a hexagon, and it was actually very fine.


    "Niubi," Yan hang scratched on the stone with his fingernails, very hard, "what kind of grinding do you take?"


    "On the ground." Junior one said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Squatting on the floor rubbing Yan hang was surprised, "you have a lot of time."


    "Grinding a week, since, self-study class." Chuyi smiles.


    "What''s the material of the classroom floor in your school?" Yan hang asked.


    "Outside, outside," the first day of junior high school said, "when I don''t have a teacher, I go out."


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, almost able to guess why the first day of junior high school was like this.


    "Are you happy?" The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant.


    "Don''t you say you won''t give it to me." Yan hang said.


    "Hit it again, polish it, it will look good." First day of junior high school.


    "Give it to me when it''s polished," said Yan hang. "I''ll drill an eye to be a chain."


    "Good." Chuyi nodded happily and looked at his ankle again.


    "What are you looking at?" Yan hang grabbed his trouser legs and raised them, revealing his ankles. "It''s perfect. It''s nice to tie a bottle cap."


    Junior one did not speak, gave him a clap.


    "Smoke you," Yan hang pointed to him and patted him on the shoulder, "OK, it''s safe, go home quickly."


    After waving goodbye to Chu Yi, Yan Hang''s mood had already slipped all the way, shrinking uneasily at the bottom of the valley.


    But when he came home with wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables. There was already the smell of rice in the room, and he felt at ease again.This tension and relaxation crisscross mood is a bit difficult to control.


    "Can you make another patty, baby?" Dad asked.


    "All right." Yan hang put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen.


    "Add curry --" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.


    "Good," Yan replied.


    I don''t know when he began to like cooking. Chinese food and Western food are all right. Standing at the desk and looking at the ingredients in front of him, who is what kind of flavor, who will have what kind of aroma with whom, who will have what kind of color, and what kind of flavor you want can be predicted and controlled.


    It''s simpler and clearer than many other things.


    It''s easy to cook today. After a while, he made three dishes and one soup.


    Curry patty, three cups of chicken, sweet and sour ribs, except for a Porphyra egg soup, it''s all meat.


    Dad took two glass teacups and filled them with wine.


    Yan hang sat down and put a piece of ribs in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his father over there had already picked up the cup and had a big mouthful of wine.


    "Slow down." He took a look at Dad.


    "Eating vegetables and drinking wine in a big bowl," my father said with a smile, "people live for decades."


    "Our goal is not a hundred years." Yan hang took a drink from the glass.


    Compared with Erguotou, he prefers beer, but what Dad loves most is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest one.


    Dad laughed and took another sip. Then he took a piece of meat cake and ate it slowly. After a long time, he said, "I''ve delayed you."


    This puzzling sentence made Yan Hang''s chopsticks ready to pick vegetables pause in the air: "how can I say it''s the same as that my daughter can''t get married."


    Dad was happy and looked at him: "if only you were a girl."


    "Why didn''t you have two at the beginning? Maybe you''ll have another one." Yan hang said.


    Dad''s smile solidified for a moment. Yan hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he didn''t know how to get them back.


    I had to bow my head and take a sip.


    "Yes," dad picked up the cup, "mainly There''s no chance. "


    Yan hang looks at the wine in the glass and doesn''t make a sound.


    "You were less than two years old when your mother died, and you didn''t have time to wait for you to get older." Dad smiles.


    It seems that dad is not going to eat tonight, just drink.


    Perhaps in order to speed up the process of "chatting", he ate half of the meat pie, drank most of the wine, and filled himself up.


    "You deserve to be my son. You''re so calm," my father said. "It''s been so many years to ask."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took a drink and continued to eat.


    "When I was young, I suffered a lot," my father said. "I can''t remember where your grandparents came from. I knew that I was worried about how to live day by day. I dared to do anything for money."


    "If I knew I was living well now, I would not have to worry about it then." Yan hang said.


    Dad laughed, reached over and slapped him on the head: "you boy."


    After another sip, he sighed, "how are you doing now?"


    Yan hang was silent.


    "Your mother, in fact, is not very good-looking," Dad said, "tall, white skin, really not good-looking."


    The topic suddenly turned around without warning. Yan hang raised his head and looked at his father.


    This is the first time he''s ever heard his father mention his mother.


    He felt indescribable feelings in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, no emotional sustenance, and even had a kind of curiosity that seemed to explore a stranger for a moment.


    But under these, there is a faint smell.


    This tall, white, not very good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.


    Once that feeling comes up, everything changes.


    He suddenly felt like crying.


    "But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad laughed.


    "It''s not appropriate for you to judge your wife like that." Yan hang also laughed.


    "It''s OK. I said the same thing to her face." Dad took the glass, and the wine had gone down half a cup, "wild and stubborn..."


    Dad''s voice went down: "you have to marry me."


    "Face." Yan hang said.


    "No," Dad whispered, "what face do you want with her?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    There was a tremor in dad''s voice.


    After a while, he drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine, his voice was stable again: "your grandparents are very kind to me. I helped them pull the goods from the supermarket downstairs. By the way, I helped them pull a broken fridge and got to know each other. They love to educate people. When they caught me, they went back and forth to educate me and forced me to borrow books."Yan hang said with a smile: "the goods in your stomach were all saved at that time, right?"


    "Well, your mother is ignorant and refuses to read. I''ve read all her books." Dad said with a smile.


    "And then?" Yan hang asked.


    "Later, they fell out and said that they would not communicate with each other when they were old." Dad''s smile was gone. "They really did not communicate with each other when they were old."


    "Why?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Because I married your mother," my father sighed. "I wish I didn''t marry her. I don''t look good. I wish I didn''t marry her."


    Yan hang looked at his father''s hand holding the cup. His knuckles turned white because of his strength. The wine in the cup gently rippled out circles of thin waves. He could see that his hand was shaking badly.


    "Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.


    "Well." Yan hang answered gently, and suddenly he regretted it.


    "That day you slept very honestly, so we went out for a barbecue as soon as possible. When we finished eating, Dad turned his head and looked at him," someone stabbed and robbed people in the street. "


    Yan Hang''s heart sank suddenly.


    "Your mother rushed past, especially fierce, she has always been particularly fierce, she is not a donkey, donkey can not compare with her," Dad said with a smile, "I also quickly past, this kind of thing I have to go up to be decent."


    Yan hang stood still in his chair, listening to his father''s laughter disappear.


    "I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "When I woke up, your mother was lying next to me. When I took her hand, she was cold through..."


    "Did you catch anyone?" Yan hang asked with some difficulty.


    "No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what the man looked like."


    All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


    "All right." Yan hang said.


    "Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


    It''s the same today, but he''s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn''t finished reading two pages.


    Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.


    Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.


    In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.


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 Chapter 75

    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.


    "Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


    Before getting out of the car, he couldn''t help opening the red rope''s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.


    Junior one''s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.


    Today is the first day of the music festival, and it''s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.


    Music, people''s laughter and shouts.


    Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.


    He doesn''t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won''t take him on this occasion to join the fun.


    Today''s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year''s fireworks party.


    "Go to the front?" Dad asked.


    Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.


    The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.


    "Go to the tree over there. It''s too close. It''s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right." Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.


    There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.


    When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: "go up..."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.


    However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn''t stand after he went up.


    "Hold on to me." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: "little short, son."


    "Get the hell out of here." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.


    Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.


    Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he''s all right.


    In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.


    This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn''t even take a second.


    It''s so dry and crisp that it''s thrown away.


    No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.


    Dad didn''t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.


    "Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. "You can see clearly."


    "Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan." Junior one took the telescope.


    "Don''t call it that standard," Dad said. "It''s a long string."


    "Thank you, uncle." Junior one said.


    "Yes, that''s a lot easier." Dad nodded.


    Junior one looked down at the telescope: "I have not played this, this."


    "Now play," Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, "very clear."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, "OK, far away."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: "I see."


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy: "native goods."


    "Foreign goods," the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, "be serious."


    By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.


    When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.


    The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.


    It''s a song dad likes very much.


    My father''s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.


    ¡°One day£¬I won''t be insane¡­¡­¡± Dad started to sing along.


    Yan hang smiles and sings: "won''t play, all their football games, we all need to play..."


    The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," the first day of junior high school said, "take it as you please. It''s a surprise."


    After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.


    Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.


    The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.


    It''s like shouting.


    It''s like struggling.


    The noiseless confusion of black and white.


    Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.


    "The first day of junior high school," my father called, "how about changing places?"


    "Good." The first time I thought about it, I agreed.


    "Go there, farther away," my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"


    The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: "yes, I invite you to drink tea."


    "Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed," Yan said, "and he''s always thinking about treating people."


    "No, not every time, robbed." I jumped off the stone bench.


    "With uncle, it''s not your turn to treat," Dad said with a smile. "Go and sit there for a while."


    Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.


    After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi smiles at him: "your hands are a little cold."


    "Well," answered Yan hang, "the wind is strong."


    After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn''t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: "why don''t you call me brother Sheng and I''ll lead you across the street?"


    "You are, not harm, afraid." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it''s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It''s very comfortable.


    They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.


    As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn''t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "didn''t you come out like this before?"


    "In the evening, at home," sat down on the first day of junior high school, "stupefied."


    "Isn''t that boring?" Dad sighed.


    "In Yeh, Yeh''s house is fun," the first day of junior high school turned the cup, "you can go on holiday."


    "Grandfather''s house is far away, isn''t it?" Dad asked again.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.


    This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.


    Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.


    "You stammer," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "when did it start?"


    "Remember, things start," the first thought, "my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way."


    "Then you are scared." Dad said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s not stupid


    "I can see that," Dad said. "You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won''t stammer."


    "Really Yes Do you... " Junior one said.


    Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.


    "You see, I don''t stammer anymore." Dad, clap.


    "He doesn''t stutter when he says three words." Yan hang said.


    Dad was happy: "then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "Fourteen, that''s the problem," Chuyi sighed. "It''s longer, longer, isn''t it?"


    Yan hang couldn''t hold his mobile phone with a smile: "the sentence behind you is long."


    "OK," Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, "straight Broadcast Is that right? "


    "No, video." Yan hang said.


    "You For What What... " The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of


    "Take your time," Yan said with a smile. "It''s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer."


    "Well." Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, "this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. "


    Yan hang and his father don''t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn''t care what he is. He doesn''t care.


    When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o''clock.


    "Yo," dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."


    "I don''t think I''ll be able to get a taxi at this moment," said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. "There are so many people."


    "Bus, deliver the car." Junior one said.


    Yan hang doesn''t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn''t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.


    However, there''s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can''t take a taxi. It''s too long to walk back. It''s just a crowded bus.


    And it''s really crowded.


    There are more than three people who can''t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.


    "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.


    Yan hang sighed and laughed: "shut up."


    After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.


    The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.


    As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: "ah!"


    "How," Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, "hard?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, it''s not, "the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again," I''m not yet, I''m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. "


    "Why are you so surprised?" Yan hang asked.


    "Little stone," the first day of junior high school said, "yes, yes, no, it''s dropped?"


    "No," Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. "I can feel it. It''s not so easy to drop the clasp.""Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, "I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone."


    "Don''t worry," Yan hang said with a smile. "In fact, I haven''t received any gifts. I won''t lose them so easily."


    When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on.


    "See?" Yan hang asked.


    "A bottle, a cap." The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.


    "A bottle cap." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school began to laugh: "still say me, owe son."


    "Let''s go. Hurry up. I''ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again." Yan hang said.


    "No one cares about me at night," he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, "late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. "


    Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry.


    Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.


    The co driver''s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.


    "My father," the first day of junior high school, went over, "you''re back, coming?"


    "Where have you been?" On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, "get on the bus, I''ll see you off."


    With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away."


    "I..." There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang patted him on the back, "do you want to walk back alone?"


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, "it''s very open today, heart, good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    "Good night, uncle." The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.


    "Good night." Dad waved his hand.


    After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.


    After a moment''s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: "it''s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?"


    "I don''t know," Dad lit a cigarette and went on, "I saw him for the first time anyway."


    Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.


    In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


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 Chapter 76

    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.


    No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.


    That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.


    Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.


    It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."


    When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke.


    "Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.


    Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - well


    wait.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.


    Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.


    Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.-I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


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    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, we may see repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Moda''s mother doesn''t pay any attention to his behavior, and probably doesn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.


    No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.


    That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.


    Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.


    I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."


    When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke.


    "Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "


    Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - well


    wait.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.


    Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.


    -I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


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    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in six hours. Moda ~ after today''s saying goes, I thought I could relax a lot. At least I put my doubts in front of my father, instead of avoiding them so many years ago, tacitly ignoring the thorn stuck between them.


    But it''s not easy. On the contrary, it adds resistance and uneasiness.


    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


    "Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."


    "I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.


    "OK, I''ll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."


    "Well, I''ll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.


    At this moment, sporadic students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan hang looked to the supermarket and found that the gangster was no longer squatting there. He was strolling to the corner with some friends.


    Yan Hang''s walking posture was very unpleasant to his eyes. He was like a crab with lame legs. He was afraid that he would not be able to see that he was a gangster if he kept his legs.


    Two high school boys passed by, and the crab flicked the cigarette end to one of the faces.


    The boy turned his head in anger, and the crabs immediately turned around. It was obvious that they were in high spirits. As long as the other side resisted a little, they would rush up.


    The boy''s classmates gave him a hand and they left.


    The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy. He continued to walk forward with his legs swinging.


    Yan hang got to the street ahead of them. Now more and more students came home. Yan hang was looking for the first day of junior high school among these students.There''s no need to look at the students in groups. Only when they are bullied in the first day of junior high school will they be there. Li Zihao''s team hasn''t bothered him these days, so he must be alone.


    But after watching it for a long time, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    If it''s not the first day of junior high school, it''s because he''s too short to see.


    Crab also came to the street, leaning on the road sign pillar, chatting with people.


    The street is very wide. Yan Hang is standing here, but the crab doesn''t see it. Otherwise, he will come to find trouble for him.


    Just want to make a phone call to ask the first day of junior high school, the mobile phone rang, a message came in.


    It''s from the first time.


    -What are you doing standing there?


    Yan hang picks his eyebrows. Is this boy invisible?


    He raised his eyes and looked around. There was a T-junction at the corner of the street. There were a lot of people and cars on the busy road. The first day of junior high school could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn''t find it after a long time.


    "Are you invisible?" Yan hang sent a voice.


    -I''m behind the tree


    tree? Yan hang was stunned. There was a row of trees on the opposite side of the road. When he saw the fourth one by one, an arm suddenly came out from behind the tree and shook it.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang couldn''t help laughing, put his cell phone back in his pocket and crossed the road.


    Junior one doesn''t want to have a conflict with crabs. As long as crabs don''t take the initiative to make trouble, Yan hang doesn''t intend to take the lead for him. So after crossing the street, Yan hang stands by the tree and looks in front of the shop window.


    "How long will you be standing here?" He asked.


    "I''ll leave early without you." The face of the first day is facing the tree.


    "Where are you going?" Yan hang asked.


    "Around, a far, OK," the first day of junior high school slanted to look at him, "you buy, buy vegetables?"


    "Come out for a walk after you buy it," said Yan hang. "Let''s go. Let''s see how to get around."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. He peeped out an eye from behind the tree and looked over at the crab. Then he turned around and went on along the road.


    Yan hang followed: "is there a supermarket here? I''ll buy some wine later. "


    "Yes, I will. I''ll take you." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang followed the first day of junior high school and circled the residential area for most of the time, returning to the road they always passed when they were running.


    "Come round here, this is it?" He looked around.


    "God, strange." Junior one said, another pointed to the side, "supermarket."


    "When is the end of your daily hiding." Yan hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.


    "Graduation, it''s OK," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''ll go and work."


    "It''s not allowed to recruit child labor now," Yan hang said. "You can only get a fake certificate, but you''ll be underage if you look like this. You can''t do it."


    "Ah." At first I was stunned.


    "At least I went to high school," Yan hang said, "any vocational school or technical secondary school will do."


    "Yes, it''s reasonable," the first day of junior high school seemed to be a little excited suddenly. "In the exam, I''m far away. No one knows me. I''ll do it."


    "What do you want to learn?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, I don''t know." Junior one doesn''t seem to care much about what to learn.


    Yan hang feels that as long as he can leave the current environment, it doesn''t matter if he can learn to carry a big bag.


    The first day of junior high school, after wandering in the happy imagination for a while, felt something from his pocket and came out: "here, look."


    "Show me?" Yan hang took over and said, "I thought you gave it to me. You stutter very skillfully."


    "This is too shabby for you." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looked at the little thing in his hand. It was a small black stone, which had been ground into a hexagon, and it was actually very fine.


    "Niubi," Yan hang scratched on the stone with his fingernails, very hard, "what kind of grinding do you take?"


    "On the ground." Junior one said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Squatting on the floor rubbing Yan hang was surprised, "you have a lot of time."


    "Grinding a week, since, self-study class." Chuyi smiles.


    "What''s the material of the classroom floor in your school?" Yan hang asked.


    "Outside, outside," the first day of junior high school said, "when I don''t have a teacher, I go out."


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, almost able to guess why the first day of junior high school was like this.


    "Are you happy?" The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant.


    "Don''t you say you won''t give it to me." Yan hang said.


    "Hit it again, polish it, it will look good." First day of junior high school.


    "Give it to me when it''s polished," said Yan hang. "I''ll drill an eye to be a chain."


    "Good." Chuyi nodded happily and looked at his ankle again.


    "What are you looking at?" Yan hang grabbed his trouser legs and raised them, revealing his ankles. "It''s perfect. It''s nice to tie a bottle cap."


    Junior one did not speak, gave him a clap."Smoke you," Yan hang pointed to him and patted him on the shoulder, "OK, it''s safe, go home quickly."


    After waving goodbye to Chu Yi, Yan Hang''s mood had already slipped all the way, shrinking uneasily at the bottom of the valley.


    But when he came home with wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables. There was already the smell of rice in the room, and he felt at ease again.


    This tension and relaxation crisscross mood is a bit difficult to control.


    "Can you make another patty, baby?" Dad asked.


    "All right." Yan hang put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen.


    "Add curry --" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.


    "Good," Yan replied.


    I don''t know when he began to like cooking. Chinese food and Western food are all right. Standing at the desk and looking at the ingredients in front of him, who is what kind of flavor, who will have what kind of aroma with whom, who will have what kind of color, and what kind of flavor you want can be predicted and controlled.


    It''s simpler and clearer than many other things.


    It''s easy to cook today. After a while, he made three dishes and one soup.


    Curry patty, three cups of chicken, sweet and sour ribs, except for a Porphyra egg soup, it''s all meat.


    Dad took two glass teacups and filled them with wine.


    Yan hang sat down and put a piece of ribs in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his father over there had already picked up the cup and had a big mouthful of wine.


    "Slow down." He took a look at Dad.


    "Eating vegetables and drinking wine in a big bowl," my father said with a smile, "people live for decades."


    "Our goal is not a hundred years." Yan hang took a drink from the glass.


    Compared with Erguotou, he prefers beer, but what Dad loves most is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest one.


    Dad laughed and took another sip. Then he took a piece of meat cake and ate it slowly. After a long time, he said, "I''ve delayed you."


    This puzzling sentence made Yan Hang''s chopsticks ready to pick vegetables pause in the air: "how can I say it''s the same as that my daughter can''t get married."


    Dad was happy and looked at him: "if only you were a girl."


    "Why didn''t you have two at the beginning? Maybe you''ll have another one." Yan hang said.


    Dad''s smile solidified for a moment. Yan hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he didn''t know how to get them back.


    I had to bow my head and take a sip.


    "Yes," dad picked up the cup, "mainly There''s no chance. "


    Yan hang looks at the wine in the glass and doesn''t make a sound.


    "You were less than two years old when your mother died, and you didn''t have time to wait for you to get older." Dad smiles.


    It seems that dad is not going to eat tonight, just drink.


    Perhaps in order to speed up the process of "chatting", he ate half of the meat pie, drank most of the wine, and filled himself up.


    "You deserve to be my son. You''re so calm," my father said. "It''s been so many years to ask."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He took a drink and continued to eat.


    "When I was young, I suffered a lot," my father said. "I can''t remember where your grandparents came from. I knew that I was worried about how to live day by day. I dared to do anything for money."


    "If I knew I was living well now, I would not have to worry about it then." Yan hang said.


    Dad laughed, reached over and slapped him on the head: "you boy."


    After another sip, he sighed, "how are you doing now?"


    Yan hang was silent.


    "Your mother, in fact, is not very good-looking," Dad said, "tall, white skin, really not good-looking."


    The topic suddenly turned around without warning. Yan hang raised his head and looked at his father.


    This is the first time he''s ever heard his father mention his mother.


    He felt indescribable feelings in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, no emotional sustenance, and even had a kind of curiosity that seemed to explore a stranger for a moment.


    But under these, there is a faint smell.


    This tall, white, not very good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.


    Once that feeling comes up, everything changes.


    He suddenly felt like crying.


    "But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad laughed.


    "It''s not appropriate for you to judge your wife like that." Yan hang also laughed.


    "It''s OK. I said the same thing to her face." Dad took the glass, and the wine had gone down half a cup, "wild and stubborn..."


    Dad''s voice went down: "you have to marry me.""Face." Yan hang said.


    "No," Dad whispered, "what face do you want with her?"


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    There was a tremor in dad''s voice.


    After a while, he drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine, his voice was stable again: "your grandparents are very kind to me. I helped them pull the goods from the supermarket downstairs. By the way, I helped them pull a broken fridge and got to know each other. They love to educate people. When they caught me, they went back and forth to educate me and forced me to borrow books."


    Yan hang said with a smile: "the goods in your stomach were all saved at that time, right?"


    "Well, your mother is ignorant and refuses to read. I''ve read all her books." Dad said with a smile.


    "And then?" Yan hang asked.


    "Later, they fell out and said that they would not communicate with each other when they were old." Dad''s smile was gone. "They really did not communicate with each other when they were old."


    "Why?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Because I married your mother," my father sighed. "I wish I didn''t marry her. I don''t look good. I wish I didn''t marry her."


    Yan hang looked at his father''s hand holding the cup. His knuckles turned white because of his strength. The wine in the cup gently rippled out circles of thin waves. He could see that his hand was shaking badly.


    "Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.


    "Well." Yan hang answered gently, and suddenly he regretted it.


    "That day you slept very honestly, so we went out for a barbecue as soon as possible. When we finished eating, Dad turned his head and looked at him," someone stabbed and robbed people in the street. "


    Yan Hang''s heart sank suddenly.


    "Your mother rushed past, especially fierce, she has always been particularly fierce, she is not a donkey, donkey can not compare with her," Dad said with a smile, "I also quickly past, this kind of thing I have to go up to be decent."


    Yan hang stood still in his chair, listening to his father''s laughter disappear.


    "I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "When I woke up, your mother was lying next to me. When I took her hand, she was cold through..."


    "Did you catch anyone?" Yan hang asked with some difficulty.


    "No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what the man looked like."


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


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 Chapter 79

    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.


    No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.


    That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.


    Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.


    It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."


    When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke.


    "Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.


    Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - well


    wait.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.


    Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.


    Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.-I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


    A somewhat simplistic accident.


    In addition to close relatives, I''m afraid that in the past ten years, even if it''s a pending case that hasn''t caught the murderer, few people will remember it.


    Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.


    After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.


    "Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."


    Yan hang doesn''t have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".


    And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn''t remember it any more.


    But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.


    When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.


    Dad didn''t sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.


    Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking.


    "Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.


    "Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It''s hard to sleep on your stomach."


    "How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."


    "It''s all like this, so don''t be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.


    "How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."


    Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father''s arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."


    "Do you think I''m selfish," Dad said in a low voice as he lay down on the bed. "I''ve thought about it too. Forget it, for my son But I can''t. She''s right next to me Right next to me... "


    Dad clenched his fist: "it''s all ice in my hands I''m sorry for you I regret all my life. I wish I didn''t know your mother. I wish I didn''t get married. You said I didn''t want to go to school. I didn''t follow you... "


    Yan hang sat by the bed. He waited until his father had gone to bed and stopped talking. Then he got up, turned off the light in the room, went back to the living room and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.


    Generally, when he is in no mood, he has to leave the dishes to the next day, but today''s meal is really depressing, so he wants to wash it quickly and erase this unpleasant trace.


    After taking a bath, he went back to the house much earlier than when he was sleeping normally, but he was a little sleepy.Maybe after drinking, he and his father often drink together, but they seldom drink like this. Two bottles of wine were almost consumed in less than an hour, and now they were a little dizzy.


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 Chapter 80

    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in six hours. Moda''s mobile phone in his old age can''t accept the new thing of live broadcasting. Every time he goes in, it will be stuck as if he is using 2G traffic, and then it will freeze. He can''t slow down without pulling the battery.


    Today''s live broadcast of Yan hang, he wanted to watch the live broadcast for a while, but the time was not enough. He came out to buy oil.


    My mother doesn''t buy oil in the supermarket. She wants to go to the vegetable market to buy a large barrel of split packing because it''s cheap.


    The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time. However, he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan hang for a long time. Now if he doesn''t run to the vegetable market again, he will be overtime for a long time.


    Although his mother won''t beat him, he is not willing to face his mother''s gloomy face.


    "Oil?" Yan hang looked at him, "isn''t there any supermarket?"


    "Expensive." Junior one said.


    "To go to the market?" Yan hang asked.


    Just a little bit.


    "Then you go." Yan hang looked at the time.


    The first day of junior high school stood up and looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he didn''t find the word.


    "Well?" Yan hang was puzzled by him. "Don''t tell me there is a pen in the river."


    "No Chuyi started to laugh, turned around and ran down the road.


    The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn''t dare to use it. My mother always signed the pen from the water station, blue, red and black. He had to use it.


    He has hidden this pen all the time. If he didn''t want to thank Yan hang, he would not remember this pen. Maybe he would forget that mobile phone in the future.


    It''s best to forget what you can''t have, or you will feel uncomfortable when you think of it. This is his experience.


    On the first day of junior high school, I run all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel very tired running like this, but I don''t think it''s far away now.


    Probably because the pen was sent out.


    He doesn''t have a chance to give gifts. He won''t call his classmates for birthdays or anything. He will give gifts to his parents I did.


    In primary school, he saved a long time of pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them, and bought a scarf for his mother to make her happy.


    Like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.


    Mom didn''t get it.


    Finally, grandma took the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a big fight. She returned the scarf and bought cigarettes. When she got home, because she didn''t get a refund, she had another fight with grandma.


    After that, he didn''t think about giving any more presents.


    This time, he was determined to give Yan hang a gift.


    Li Zihao throws away his pen. He looks for a pen in the mud. It doesn''t matter to him. What he worries about all the time is that Yan hang doesn''t want it.


    But Yan hang took it and saw with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the smelly mud. He even wiped it with paper without washing it.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Yan Hang is very nice.


    From the vegetable market to buy the oil designated by my mother, the first day of junior high school to carry back.


    When he ran past Yan Hang''s building, he also looked over there. The window of Yan Hang''s living room was facing the street. There was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were closed.


    Maybe Yan hang hasn''t come back yet.


    The first day of junior high school slowed down. The oil was heavy. I was a little tired after running all the way.


    My mother didn''t call to urge him, which means that time is still within the tolerance range But when he turned the corner and could see his own building, he knew why his mother didn''t call him.


    I don''t think so.


    You can hear grandma''s voice from a long distance.


    I can''t hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it on the first day of junior high school.


    All of a sudden, the whole person felt out of breath, and the pace became slower and slower.


    He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart that he would finish the scolding quickly, finish it quickly, and finish it before he went downstairs.


    But just as the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayer in his heart never succeeded.


    And today''s reality is far from his expectation.


    Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.


    Her coat had been taken off, her bare arms were crossed, and she could be seen in white from the crowd.


    On the first day of junior high school, he stopped and leaned against the wall.


    But I didn''t get away from other people''s eyes.


    "First day of junior high school!" Someone called his name with a smile, "you''re not going to get your grandmother home yet!"


    "She''ll take off her pants no matter how late it is!" Someone said with a smile.


    Junior one bowed his head and made no sound.


    He didn''t know what grandma was doing today and who she was fighting with. He only knew that in the eyes of the neighbors, such a scene would be staged once in a few months.Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.


    This includes their school.


    When Yan hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "what''s the smell?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can you still smell it? " Yan hang raised his foot and looked at the sole.


    "Yes," Dad said, "did you fight with someone in the cesspool?"


    "After dinner, don''t lose your appetite." Yan hang took off his shoes and put them next to the garbage can at the door. He saw an old man coming over twice a day to look through the garbage.


    "The people in the class are smart." Dad said.


    "I''m unemployed." Yan hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, he felt the pen in his pocket, hesitated, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then turned in to wash it twice.


    "You can''t get money for a day, can you?" Dad didn''t ask him why he lost his job.


    "Can you get it? It''s not enough for noodles." Yan hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.


    This is a silver pike pen. Although it looks very old, it''s very delicate.


    As a pen, Yan hang has no interest. He doesn''t use a pen much. After all, he only went to primary school. He likes to use a pencil.


    But as a gift, it feels different.


    "What is it?" Dad asked.


    "Can''t you see what this is?" Yan hang shook his pen at him.


    "I can''t believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.


    "It''s from someone else." Yan hang said.


    "For you?" Dad was a little surprised. "Is that the kid you''re talking about?"


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "what would you like to eat at noon?"


    "Pizza." Dad said.


    Yan hang took a look at him.


    "I thought the oven in the kitchen would work, so I bought the materials," Dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I wanted you to make it at night. Now that you''re unemployed, I''ll have it at noon."


    Yan hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.


    "OK," said Yan hang, "I''ll buy some green pepper bacon or something."


    "Another bottle of red wine." Dad added.


    "Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan hang said.


    "Celebrate that you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He opened the door and went out.


    The gift was received.


    Friends?


    First day of junior high school?


    Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friend. He is not very clear about what kind of relationship and how deep it is.


    But junior one, should not be friends.


    Words have not said a few words, friends at least have to be able to chat, let him talk with junior one son estimated to suffocate.


    Go out and turn left. There is a life supermarket along the road. Yan hang has been shopping there these days. It''s quite complete and inexpensive. All the residents in this area are shopping here. It seems that everyone''s income is almost the same. He doesn''t particularly understand that his mother has to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school was very obedient. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil


    It''s a big barrel.


    Yan hang stood at the door of the supermarket, looking at the first day of junior high school coming to him, and the bucket of oil in his hand, almost catching up with the size of the bucket of water dispenser.


    But the direction of junior one is obviously opposite to his going home.


    Yan hang didn''t move. He looked at junior one coming slowly with his head down. He seemed a little depressed. He didn''t have an expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t see him all the time. He just bowed his head and walked forward. As he passed by, Yan hang couldn''t help reaching for his head and bouncing: "ah."


    Junior one turned his head.


    "Don''t you go home?" Yan hang said.


    "Let''s go first, let''s go, let''s go." Junior one said.


    "Walking with oil?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "keep fit, keep fit."


    Yan hang sometimes didn''t quite understand what kind of mentality he was in when he was obviously depressed.


    "Is someone blocking you in front of you?" Yan hang asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "they have a rest at the weekend."


    "Then take a walk." Yan hang didn''t know what else to say, so he turned and entered the supermarket.


    There are many people in the supermarket. Yan hang grabs some green peppers in the crowd and takes a package of laver.


    When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that the first day of junior high school was following him with the bucket of 800 Jin oil.


    "Fuck," Yan hang was startled, "what are you doing?"


    "For a walk." Junior one said.


    "Don''t you come in with this and save it?" Yan hang looked at the oil in his hand. "There''s oil here too. I won''t let you out for a while.""This is three, three no," the first day of junior high school turned the barrel, there is no label on it, "it''s OK."


    Yan hang sighed, conveniently took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: "put it in, carry it, I look tired."


    Chuyi put the oil bucket into the basket and continued to follow him with the basket.


    After taking the red wine, Yan hang continued to look for bacon. Without bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon and so on.


    There must be something happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang didn''t have the habit of asking questions. If he didn''t say a word, he wouldn''t ask. If he was Dad, he wouldn''t even ask.


    When he came out to buy good things, he took a look at the first day of junior high school. It seemed that the first day of junior high school didn''t mean to go home with oil, but he didn''t follow him any more, so he went on.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    I look back.


    "Have you eaten yet?" Yan hang asked a piece of rubbish.


    "Later, drink oil." Junior one said.


    "Go to my house and have a drink," said Yan hang. "I''ll get you a cup."


    "Fang, is it convenient?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang found that some aspects of junior high school students were honest. At this time, he didn''t even refuse.


    Very good.


    Dad was a little surprised when he went out to buy a dish and came back with a man carrying oil.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang introduced, "is the child who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."


    "Welcome, I''m Yan Jidao, his father, Yan Shu," his father warmly extended his hand to the first day of junior high school "Oil?"


    At the beginning, he was stunned. He reached out and shook hands with him: "uncle, OK."


    "He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan said. "The first day of the new year, he came to fight."


    In fact, there was nothing to start with. He was just afraid that junior one would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu''s nonsense.


    "Good." On the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the oil bucket, changed the slippers, and then put several pairs of shoes in order.


    Yan hang takes a look at his father, and his father is also looking at him. It''s obvious that the easy move of the first day of junior high school surprised him.


    "Let''s go straight." Yan hang took the mobile phone rack to the desk and put on a mask.


    "Is there anyone to see it?" First day of junior high school.


    "I can''t get through this, can I?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s gone." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang ignored him and adjusted his mobile phone to the materials on the desk.


    Junior one looks at Yan Hang''s hand.


    After someone came in the studio, the screen was brushing all the time.


    Yan Hang''s hands are really beautiful, especially when he moves.


    Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little distracted, not only by Yan Hang''s hands, but also by Yan Hang''s knife work.


    Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every action is flowing, without any unnecessary pause and hesitation.


    The screen is very busy. I took time to take a glance at it.


    -Brother Xiaotian, don''t be so cool. Let''s talk about the steps and essentials.


    - silent cooking series


    - suddenly quit the live series


    - I see anyone else?


    -I also saw


    - someone


    stepped back on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang took a look at him, reached for his mobile phone, turned the camera to him and said, "this is the man."


    -Handsome boy


    - cooking together!!!!


    -I suddenly had an unorthodox guess...


    Did not wait for the beginning of a face of consternation adjustment, Yan hang put the phone back, continue to deal with the material: "baking pan to me."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    "There''s nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza," Yan said. "If you want to eat, chop it up, slice the cheese, and bake it."


    Yan hang put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: "after a while, you can eat it."


    The first day of junior high school hasn''t recovered, he has quit the live broadcast.


    "Over, over?" First day of junior high school.


    "There''s another one," Yan hang turned to continue his busy work. "The same content will not be broadcast."


    "No one''s watching anyway," Dad said, leaning over the kitchen door. "Hell, the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don''t even bother to brush presents."


    "Who said that," Yan hang said while cutting green pepper silk, "someone just brushed the plane."


    "Why?" Dad said, "my hand slipped?"


    Yan hang took a look at Chu: "probably The first day of the new year. "


    Dad was happy and laughed for a long time: "this is for junior one."


    "Go out and eat." Yan hang sighed.Dad went back to the living room with a smile and continued to watch his local news.


    "You want it, do you want it?" The first day of junior high school asked in a soft voice, as if a little embarrassed.


    "What do you want?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "Face." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I''ve cut you up together?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "I," Chuichi pointed to himself, "my face."


    "You wait," Yan hang put down his knife, holding the desk in his hand, "I''ll understand first."


    "If you, want, want a gift," junior one explains, "you can..."


    "I see," Yan hang interrupted him, looking at him for a long time without saying anything. After putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, "you''re not repaying your kindness, are you?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "You..." Yan hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to go on.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s that?" Yan hang asked.


    "You''re not polite, gift," Chuichi whispered, "poor thing."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go away Yan hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, "fuck."


    Junior one leans against the wall and looks at the oven with Yan hang.


    It can''t be said to be repaying kindness, or simply trying to express one''s emotions.


    For Yan hang, some things are not deliberately done, just casual, but for him, the feeling is not the same.


    But he did not dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan hang would be baffled, or that he wanted to seek protection.


    He doesn''t need anyone to protect him. He just wants someone to communicate with him normally.


    Yan hang was able to give him such an exchange. Although he didn''t know how long it would last, he still cherished it.


    After two pizzas were baked, Yan hang made another soup. On the first day of junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.


    Yan hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of grade one. Grade one didn''t ask him where to put the things. It seemed that he didn''t deliberately observe them. But before Yan hang spoke, he had done them all.


    Yan hang can''t say what it''s like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met many people and is very sensitive to many things.


    The first day of junior high school is different from the general discerning children. It gives him the feeling that he can''t find any mistakes carefully and makes everyone satisfied seriously and naturally.


    "Would you like some for the first time?" Uncle Yan opened a red wine.


    "No, not at all." Junior one said.


    "Taste it," Uncle Yan poured him a little, "lick it."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    Except for the memory of going to relatives, classmates or friends for dinner during the Spring Festival, he has no memory.


    And working together in the kitchen, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented, the first bite of pizza, feel very comfortable.


    "Do you live near here?" Asked Uncle Yan.


    "Well," Chu nodded, "go further, forward, Lunan."


    "Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there," Uncle Yan said with a smile, remembering that he touched Yan hang with his arm. "Just when I came back at noon today, I saw an old lady with bare arms and quarreling with others over there. She was very tough, and I didn''t even have fun watching it."


    "Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school shakes his hand with the pizza.


    Yan hang immediately thought of the old lady with white face.


    ¡­¡­ It''s very embarrassing.


    He gave his father a look in the eye. Just as he was about to switch the topic, the first day of junior high school finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


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 Chapter 81

    - will you still see that kid today?


    Someone asked again.


    "That kid I don''t know, "Yan hang looked sideways into the living room," go to the window and wait. "


    -I hope I won''t be bullied again today. I feel sorry for him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.


    This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


    Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn''t look at the screen or make any more noise.


    After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.


    Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let''s see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."


    After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?


    "It''s not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."


    The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.


    But today''s withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn''t do it.


    The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.


    He didn''t look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn''t exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.


    There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.


    When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.


    -No more?


    Someone on the screen asked.


    "No," said Yan hang, "mourning."


    With that, he didn''t look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.


    Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.


    The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.


    From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.


    Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.


    He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Do you love me?


    do you need me?


    do you want me?


    do you love me?


    he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.


    ¡°No¡£¡±


    Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father''s voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I''m back."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He was very sleepy.


    "Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"


    Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"


    Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what''s the matter with Yan hang?""Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I''ll let you die now."


    "Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.


    "Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor."


    "I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let''s go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it''s an English book and intensive reading I don''t understand. Can you see? "


    "Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.


    "My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."


    "I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.


    "Yes," Dad nodded, "I''ve been collecting, our heirloom."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.


    It''s only two days since he moved here. I don''t know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.


    "How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It''s a game that has been played for more than ten years.


    Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.


    Sometimes it''s The meat hurts.


    Like today.


    When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.


    It''s really an old community.


    But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.


    So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.


    "What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.


    "Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.


    "Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.


    It''s very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it''s not necessarily when I come out.


    "Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn''t?"


    "Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.


    "Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.


    "940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."


    "It doesn''t seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."


    "Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.


    "Go back?" Dad asked.


    "Noodles, please." Yan hang said.


    "Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don''t you think it''s an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"


    "Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.


    "Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."


    This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.


    "This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."


    "Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.


    When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."


    "Ah." Yan hang answered.


    "Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it''s a good place. Maybe I''ll stay longer."


    "No Yan hang replied quickly.


    "I don''t want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."


    "It''s two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn''t want to go to primary school."


    "Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I''ve been scolded by your teacher Lu."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.


    The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.


    "Such a good child," she said, "I''m afraid I''ll be taught bad by your father in the future."


    Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.Yan hang didn''t ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn''t appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.


    I''ll come back anyway.


    I''m used to it.


    Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.


    He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.


    He doesn''t have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.


    Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad''s life is like a journey, and it''s all short distance.


    He can''t count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn''t even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.


    "I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."


    Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn''t have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.


    Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father''s arm.


    Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It''s no use lying on my back.


    So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.


    Now it''s almost three o''clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.


    The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.


    And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.


    Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.


    He likes running. It''s the best way for him to pass the time.


    He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.


    After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.


    After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.


    Plus the medicine, he didn''t get up until noon.


    It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.


    With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.


    Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.


    It''s almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.


    Will you fight back?


    To what extent will we fight back?


    Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.


    Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.


    Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.


    There are so many whys. He didn''t ask why for a long time.


    A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.


    He was pushed.


    From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It''s not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it''s like the high tide before a good play ends.


    The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.


    Maybe it''s just an unconscious action, but it''s really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.


    Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.


    Yan hang tut.


    It''s heavy.


    Then another boy kicked his leg.


    According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.


    Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.


    But it didn''t work. A few boys fought back.


    After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang''s experience, they will not stop until he has a response.


    So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.


    A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.


    "It''s a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.


    -Brother Xiaotian, do you want to do it?


    - pay attention to safety, or let''s call the police.


    there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.


    "I don''t know," he said. "I can''t watch it. It''s too sad."


    After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist''s face for the first time in a few days.


    It''s not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.


    It was very calm.


    It''s so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can''t say whether it''s sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can''t find a suitable adjective.


    Half of the broken cup didn''t fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy''s finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist''s face again, Yan hang whistled.


    It''s very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang''s best is probably whistling.


    My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.


    The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.


    Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.


    The screen was very busy, but he didn''t have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.


    "Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.


    "From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


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 Chapter 82

    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


    On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.


    A few low laughs came from behind.


    It should be a pushpin. He''s very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn''t look back at the first day of junior high school, and he didn''t touch the chair and his back. He just fell on the table.


    There is no reaction at this time, any reaction that can attract their attention will make things continue.


    It''s best if you can be invisible.


    This little wish, he said to tree hole, has not obtained this ability for many years.


    When the class bell rang, the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed to the door. Now they were hungry. Most of them were in a hurry to go home or eat at the door.


    When several people passed by him, they patted him on the head. On the first day of junior high school, they ignored him, put the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.


    Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.


    Sure enough, a pushpin was stuck there by tape.


    At the beginning of the new year, I picked out a thumbtack and pressed it on the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nail, I threw it into the drawer.


    When I got out of the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher''s office, the road was blocked."Where''s your boss?" Li Zihao asked.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound, didn''t look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.


    "Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao''s good friends blocked his way back.


    He sighed and stood still.


    "Come on, let''s go home together." Li Zihao pushed him to the school gate.


    Although the first day of junior high school is not very willing, but they are still a few people all the way to the school gate.


    He didn''t care much about what would happen next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store and buy a notebook.


    It seems that there is no chance.


    "Aren''t you arrogant?" After Li Zihao left the school, he gave him a push.


    Junior one wants to say that I''m not arrogant. When did I become arrogant? Isn''t Yan hang arrogant Li Zihao is really not a boss. He can''t even find the right target.


    Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "your boss didn''t mean to cover..."


    Before he finished, he was interrupted by a whistle from the front.


    This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan hang, the first day of junior high school has never heard anyone around him who can whistle so cleanly.


    Li Zihao was about the same as him. When he heard the whistle, he stopped.


    The first day of junior high school, I raised my eyes and looked forward. There was a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.


    Sports pants, masks, elbows in the legs, are leaning to look this way, holding a mobile phone is facing this side.


    "Damn it." Li Zihao expressed his depression in one word.


    The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant. He didn''t know whether Yan hang was here to "cover him up" or just shoot a video or broadcast it directly.


    After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued.".


    Just like this, until Yan hang put his mobile phone back in his pocket and gently tilted his head towards him, he bowed his head and walked quickly.


    Yan hang jumped down from the railing, didn''t say anything, turned around and went straight ahead.


    Junior one bowed his head behind him.


    When he got to the intersection, Yan hang thought about taking junior one to the noodle shop he went to with his father that day to have something to eat. Junior one behind him said, "here, here."


    "Well?" Yan hang looks back at him.


    "I''ll go this way," Chuyi pointed to the right side of the road, opposite to his way home. "Thank you."


    Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan hang couldn''t understand what the first day of junior high school said. He pointed to himself: "you go there, what about me?"


    "Go home." Junior one said.


    Yan hang glared at him and said after several seconds, "do you believe I''ll smoke you now?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    ¡°¡­¡­ What are you doing over there? " Yan hang asked.


    "Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of junior high school.


    "Pen and notebook?" Yan hang Leng Leng, almost speechless, after a while he just waved, "let''s go, I''ll go with you."


    "Notes, Ben." The first day of junior high school.


    "Ah Yan hang looked up and yelled, then sighed, "I know, it''s a notebook, there''s no pen."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    Every time he went to a new place, Yan hang would be bored for a few days. He didn''t know what to do to pass the time.


    However, he would meddle in the business of the first day of junior high school, and would specially come to wait for the first day of junior high school to finish school. He would endure the occasional irritability of the first day of junior high school, not all because of boredom.


    Dad always hoped that he could "contact" more people. Every time he worked, he would be able to contact a lot of people as an answer. In fact, he knew why dad said that.


    He has no friends.


    However, he didn''t seem to have the conditions to make friends for the internal reasons. Dad knew that, so he just talked about it every time, and then he didn''t talk about it any more.


    The first year of junior high school is the most interesting one among the few people he has met in the past two years, except for his colleagues and landlords.


    Junior one took him to a small stationery shop, stopped to see him: "here."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "I''ll wait for you outside. You''ll treat me to dinner later."


    "I have no money." Junior one said.


    "Ten yuan is enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school answered and turned to enter the shop.


    Yan hang looked at the shop. There was a stool beside the cash register. He carried the stool out and sat at the door to see the scenery.


    The boss poked his head out of the shop and looked at him. He looked at the boss and said, "hmm?"


    The boss didn''t speak and went back to the store.


    Stationery shop for people who have difficulty in choosing should be regarded as hell. I don''t know if there is such a disease in grade one, but I have to choose for a while.


    Yan hang took out his mobile phone to see the news. As soon as he lit up the screen, a figure stood next to him.He looked up and saw that it was the first day of junior high school. He was holding the notebook he had bought.


    "So fast?" Yan hang Leng Leng, "you are not without the choice of difficult disease, you are simply blind, right? If you go in and touch it, you''ll get it. "


    "Why don''t you," Chuichi looked at him, "sit down, sit down for a while."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Are you always bullied because you don''t have a good mouth? " Yan hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, said thank you to the boss, and then came out to rush to the first day of junior high school and said, "let''s go and eat."


    Junior one did not make a sound, continue to follow him.


    Yan hang said that let the first day of junior high school treat, that is to say, he is going to find a place to eat. If the first day of junior high school is willing, he will eat together.


    All the way back in silence, to the door of the beef noodle shop, the first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of ten yuan in his pocket and handed it over: "here you are."


    "What for?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "You eat noodles." Junior one said.


    "You see?" Yan hang asked.


    "Go home." Junior one said calmly.


    Yan hang looked at him for a long time and then asked, "are you from the earth?"


    "Fire, Mars," Chuichi said with a smile, "big I''m afraid


    Yan hang had no temper, took the money in his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the shop: "ten yuan is not enough."


    "Plain, ten, ten." The first time I saw it, I said it without looking at it.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I can''t live without meat. " Yan hang said.


    The first time I thought about it, I waved to him: "come on."


    Yan hang followed him, walked out of the street, turned into an alley, and couldn''t help asking, "where are you going?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and then walked forward for a while. He raised his hand and pointed to a small shop beside him: "look."


    Yan hang turned around.


    It''s also a beef noodle shop. It''s a little bit shabby and much smaller than the previous one. The cashier''s desk is all at the door, and it says 10 yuan for beef noodle.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll fuck you. " Yan hang was completely speechless.


    "Meaning, meaning or not, outside?" The first day of junior high school said, "don''t be surprised..."


    "Shut up." Yan hang said.


    When junior one is going to buy beef noodles, Yan hang reaches for his arm and says, "junior one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks back at him.


    "I''m kidding," said Yan hang. "I''m kidding. I''m kidding. I''m kidding."


    "Ah?" The calm expression of the first day of junior high school has changed, and the tone is full of sudden realization, "Oh..."


    "You go back." Yan hang leaned back to a tree, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and put one in his mouth.


    I raised my eyes and found that junior one was still looking at him.


    "What are you looking at?" said Yan hang. "I''m scared."


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "Thank you. Thank you twice." Yan hang lights his cigarette.


    "No, no more, no more," Chuichi whispered. "School."


    Yan hang glanced at him.


    "Another year and a half," the first day of junior high school said, "you go every day, every day, don''t you?"


    Yan hang suddenly didn''t know what to say.


    Chuyi smiles and turns around.


    Yan hang leaned under the tree to finish smoking before he patted his clothes and walked back slowly.


    The first day of junior high school made him feel bad.


    When I got home, my father was making dumplings.


    "Come on, how did you make that kind of goldfish dumpling last time?" Dad said.


    Yan hang washed his hands, sat down at the tea table, took a dumpling skin, made a goldfish dumpling and put it in front of his father.


    "What? Have you not gone out to be a messenger of justice? " Dad looked at him. "Failed?"


    "Ah," Yan hang answered with a smile, "yes."


    Dad did not speak, took a piece of dumpling skin to learn him to wrap the goldfish slowly.


    "Lao Yan," Yan hang leaned back on his chair and looked at him. He touched his pocket and forgot to return the ten yuan he had given to junior one. "Have you ever seen someone who can accept his life with special ease and is not affected at all?"


    "You." Dad said.


    "I''m not calm," Yan said. "I just look indifferent."


    "How do you know if someone else is not," he said with a smile, "who really has no idea."


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    "Did you look for a job this morning?" Dad asked.


    "Yes, take Yan Jidao''s ID card." Yan hang said.


    "How''s it going?" Dad asked with a smile.


    "I''ll go to work tomorrow," said Yan hang. "It''s very close. It''s a coffee shop next to 846."


    "How did you say it was so smooth?" Dad asked.


    "That''s it. I asked if you could recruit people. People said what you could do. I said I could do all the food you eat here." Yan hang said."Very good, what we want is this shameless bravado," Dad nodded, "and then?"


    "Let me make cheesecake, and I''ll do it," said Yan hang. "Then the boss asked me if I want to go to the kitchen?"


    "You say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After a short silence, he was happy with his father and giggled for a long time.


    "You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said while he was happy.


    "I''m only 17 years old," Yan hang said, putting his legs on the tea table. "It''s just a forced act."


    Dad kicked his leg off the tea table.


    "Age." Yan hang said.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, my grandparents and my mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother''s face was very gloomy.


    In his memory, his mother hardly ever laughed. Most of the time, she kept a downward expression on the corner of her mouth. With the growth of age, when the law lines were connected with the corners of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.


    "There are dumplings in the fridge. Go and cook them." Seeing him come in, mom said.


    "Well." On the first day of junior high school, I put down my notebook and put a pile of shoes on the shoe rack. Then I went into the kitchen.


    "There''s no water station at all?" Asked my grandfather.


    "It''s the news this month, but now it''s all gone," my mother said. "What else can I do?"


    Junior one in the kitchen while boiling water to prepare dumplings, while listening to the living room.


    My mother has been working in a water station. Last month, the water station said that business was bad. After half a month''s holiday, my mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. Now it should be yellow.


    "Er Ping said that she would introduce her job to you. Did she?" Grandma asked.


    "Let me go to their kindergarten to be a nurse," my mother said in an angry tone, "don''t you mean to annoy me! Is there anyone who does this? "


    "She''s a teacher and you''re a nurse?" "What the hell!" he cried


    "She didn''t say they were recruiting kindergarten teachers before! How come it''s a conservation job for my family! " Grandma was very dissatisfied with the voice, "clearly bullying people ah!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I closed the door of the kitchen and stood by the stove, watching a pot of water.


    When the water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.


    If you remember correctly, he went to the opposite supermarket to buy it, at least three months ago.


    He looked in the fridge and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said these two bags.


    He had to take these two bags of dumplings apart and have a look. The dumplings have been glued together.


    He hesitated to open the kitchen door and poked out his head: "dumplings are very good, for a long time."


    "How long can it last! It''s not bad, "my mother frowned." it''s ok if you can eat. Which childe are you so particular about? You should go to your aunt''s house. "


    The first day of junior high school, without making a sound, returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.


    When the water was boiling, he took out his mobile phone and exchanged ideas with it for a long time. He made an expression in his circle of friends.


    [strong]


    when Yan hang saw the tree cave, the secret in the tree cave was not a secret.


    Although he didn''t remember what secrets were in it.


    It''s nothing more than ordinary trifles, just like he is in other people''s eyes.


    "Do you want to speak out?" Yan hang propped up the tree trunk and looked into the cave.


    The first day of junior high school was not happy that Yan hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree cave, but he still nodded: "I made a noise."


    Yan hang shouldn''t care about his broken tree hole. Maybe he won''t be interested in playing once. If he has a bad brain, he will come here to talk about it.


    "I''m so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.


    The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.


    But junior one didn''t laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn''t want to make anyone unhappy.


    Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.


    This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.


    He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?


    He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn''t notice.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."


    "Oh." Chuichi smiles.


    "Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.


    "You''re quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I don''t know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes.""Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what''s the speed


    "Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."


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 Chapter 83

    The first day of junior high school was not happy that Yan hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree cave, but he still nodded: "I made a noise."


    Yan hang shouldn''t care about his broken tree hole. Maybe he won''t be interested in playing once. If he has a bad brain, he will come here to talk about it.


    "I''m so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.


    The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.


    But junior one didn''t laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn''t want to make anyone unhappy.


    Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.


    This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.


    He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?


    He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn''t notice.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."


    "Oh." Chuichi smiles.


    "Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.


    "You''re quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I don''t know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes."


    "Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what''s the speed


    "Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and stared at him.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say anything. Yan Hang''s fighting power was very strong. He didn''t have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan hang probably couldn''t understand the speed of escape.


    "You save my phone, add a friend," Yan hang thought, took out his mobile phone, "if you have something, you can find me."


    He didn''t make a sound on the first day of junior high school. He thought Yan hang was a little strange.


    In his memory, it seems that he never met someone who would treat himself so It doesn''t seem to be to further humiliate his strangers.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang looked at him, "no cell phone?"


    "Yes." Junior one hesitated.


    "Have you been bullied out of the shadow?" Yan hang narrowed his eyes impatiently. "I want to rob your mobile phone. Do you still need to ask you to take it out? I can''t even take your mobile phone, your clothes and your cigarette for three minutes. "


    Yan Hang''s attitude made him a little nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone.


    "I''ll sweep you." Yan hang nodded a few times on his mobile phone.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I pressed my cell phone.


    Then they both looked at the dark screen of the mobile phone in silence.


    Five seconds later, Yan hang couldn''t help saying, "I don''t usually ask people like this..."


    Are you mentally handicapped?


    "Wait." First day, I rubbed my nose.


    "What are you waiting for?" Yan hang said, "wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"


    "Well," Chuichi nodded solemnly. Just as Yan hang wanted to turn around and walk away, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "lit up."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Do you use your own ideas? " Yan hang asked.


    "Cow, cow force?" Junior one looked up at him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    The first point is the wechat icon on the desktop.


    Yan hang put his mobile phone together to prepare to scan, but he got into the waiting.


    Five seconds later, the wechat interface was displayed, and then ten seconds later, Yan hang took back the mobile phone he was ready to scan, holding his arm and looking at the mobile phone he was communicating with on the first day of junior high school.


    The picture has changed. The first time I poked it, then I waited, and finally I pointed out the QR code.


    Yan hang sighed and swept his locked mobile phone: "it''s time to change it."


    "Also, it can be used," Chuyi smiles and looks at the mobile phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."


    "Heaven." Yan hang helped him finish.


    "That sounds good." Junior one said.


    Yan hang took a look at the nickname of the first day of junior high school, which was a simple "1". He couldn''t see it if he didn''t pay attention. He wanted to compliment politely, but he didn''t know where to start.


    "Let''s run for our lives. Let''s see what the speed is." Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    "I''ll go back, home." Junior one said, shaking the bag in his hand.


    This proposal sounds like what he just said to the tree cave should be the voice of his heart. Yan Hang is probably very boring.


    Yan hang looked at the bag and said, "am I right? Little kids still smoke. Buy one. "


    "Running errands." Junior one said.


    "For your grandmother?" Yan hang asked. Thinking about it, he gave a thumbs up, "your grandmother has a lot of character."Junior one didn''t speak, not very happy.


    "You go back," Yan hang waved, "I ran for my life."


    On the first day of junior high school, he turned around with a bag and walked no more than two steps. Yan Hang''s voice came back: "is there many people running on this road?"


    The first day of junior high school: "no one."


    "Why, the environment is not so good..." Yan hang ran to his side and turned his head to talk. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head. Maybe he stepped on the pit and staggered for two steps


    "Because," junior one looked at him, "he would fall."


    Because there are no lights, the river is still rancid, the road is still rotten, and the legend is still haunted.


    There are many reasons, but junior one can''t express as freely as he thought. He usually chooses short words.


    "Come on, let''s go." Yan hang estimated that he was very depressed, moving his ankles and running forward.


    On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and walked slowly along the wall. When I got downstairs, a car honked its horn behind me.


    Although he felt that his position could not be still in the way, he still gave way to the side and pushed his shoulder against the wall.


    "Dog!" He was called by a nickname.


    On the first day of junior high school, I turned my head and saw a white car behind me. The window of the copilot was put down and there was a round smiling face inside.


    "Auntie." He went over.


    Little aunt is er Ping, not his own aunt, but his cousin. Grandma is little aunt''s own aunt.


    However, the relationship between the two families has not been good. Grandma and aunt quarrel when they meet. Little aunt and mother fight from childhood to adulthood, but junior one likes her very much.


    "Just wanted to call you out," my aunt got out of the car, "where have you been?"


    Chuyi shook the bag in his hand.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandma again?" My aunt said.


    I nodded at first.


    "Come on, get in the car." My aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school, I got into the car and said hello to my uncle.


    "Is the dog growing? It''s higher than the Spring Festival, isn''t it My little uncle said.


    "Hallucination, hallucination." Junior one said.


    "It''s a little higher. It''s the third day of the next semester, and the little boys are all scurrying now." my aunt also got on the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "here, my aunt gave it to you."


    The first day of junior high school is a mobile phone without opening it.


    During the Spring Festival, my aunt said that she would give him a mobile phone. For this, my mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the lunar new year. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt felt that my mother had something wrong with her.


    "Take it," said the little aunt. "If your mother asks, she says I gave it. She''s going to smash it. You tell me, I''ll buy you another one."


    "Thank you, auntie." Junior one said.


    "You''re welcome. My aunt just wants you to be like other children," she looked at him and sighed, "evil."


    As soon as I looked out of the window of the car, my aunt always talked with him for a while. But today, because he came out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree cave and talked with Yan hang for a while. It''s a lot longer than the normal time. He''s afraid that if he doesn''t go back, grandma will get angry.


    But the little aunt just came, if he said he wanted to leave, he was afraid that the little aunt would not be happy.


    This kind of tangle makes him very helpless, low head is picking gently on mobile phone box.


    "Go back," my aunt said, "just come out and buy a cigarette. If you go back late, your grandmother should be crazy again."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the garbage can and removed the mobile phone box, took out the mobile phone and accessories, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, threw away the box, and then entered the corridor.


    As soon as the door opened, grandma''s voice burst out from the crack of the door: "the old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"


    "No, not necessarily." Junior one whispered.


    "What are you talking about?" Grandma came with the dog in her arms.


    "No The first day of junior high school, he raised his hand to protect his head, and handed the bag with the other hand.


    Grandma took the cigarette, turned around and walked two steps, then turned back: "where''s the money back! You want to swallow my money, don''t you


    Junior one pointed to the bag: "inside."


    Grandma was worried about smoking, so she didn''t scold him any more. She threw the dog on the ground and walked away.


    The dog was an old dog. She threw it on the ground and rolled to the wall without stopping.


    The first day of junior high school, I picked it up and put it back into its own nest. Then I pinched its paws.


    "Pour a glass of water." Mom said something behind her.


    As soon as I got up, I washed my hands and poured a glass of water for my mother.


    "Do your homework," my mother gave him a squint, "midterm exam to test a 20 points back, I''ll mount the wall for you."


    On the first day of junior high school, he sat down at his desk and turned on the desk lamp.


    I was relieved.


    Although he doesn''t like to go to school and do his homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that completely belongs to him.As soon as the light came on, all the unhappiness, nervousness and fear disappeared.


    There is no rule about when he should go to bed at home. He usually goes to bed after his grandmother and grandfather have finished snoring.


    Today, my grandfather went to live in his aunt''s house, so my grandmother''s snoring was a little thin, and she didn''t have the usual momentum.


    Junior one took out the mobile phone, aunt hand is very generous, but this mobile phone he did not dare to use.


    As long as he dares to take it out, mom can see it at a glance.


    Mom sees people and looks at her mobile phone first. By the way, is it apple?


    In my mother''s opinion, only apple can be regarded as a mobile phone. Pears, bananas and sugarcane are rubbish.


    Junior one took out his mobile phone, picked out the mobile phone card and installed it in the new mobile phone.


    When he turned on the phone, he suddenly thought of something. He jumped up, covered his cell phone in his stomach and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he found that there was no music on.


    Although not very used to, but this mobile phone is very easy to use, first day squatting in the toilet, holding the mobile phone.


    The previous mobile phone was eliminated by Dad. It had been used for three years before it was eliminated, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He tried to provide the mobile phone like his ancestors, but still could not stop it from entering the stage of mind communication.


    Squatting a little tired, first day sat on the ground, tossed for a long time to open the wechat.


    The speed is swishing.


    He looked at the circle of friends, the latest several are sent by students, he never participated in the discussion, it is estimated that his classmates have not remembered his friends and he.


    Usually, he seldom looks at his circle of friends, but today he keeps turning down. Maybe his mobile phone is too quick to stop.


    I also saw a circle of friends sent by my mother in the afternoon.


    A few pictures, all of them are bags. You can see that they were taken on the display shelf in the store. They are also very clear. Even his local goods can recognize Lv.


    One more sentence.


    -Guess how much these bags cost?


    The first day of junior high school sighed. This circle of friends must be divided into groups, at least blocking her two Ping family.


    But it still embarrassed him.


    So he quickly turned down.


    The day of torture.


    He stopped, and then he reacted. It''s not that the mobile phone reacts too fast to keep turning down.


    -Time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.


    in his circle of friends, Yan Hang''s content is almost like crossing from another world.


    He ordered into Yan Hang''s photo album.


    The frequency of Yan Hangfa''s circle of friends is about once a day, but he only sees the second one.


    -My solid pervades the sky when the night falls.


    Then he stepped back and took his cell phone.


    Yan Hang''s circle of friends is all English, not a single Chinese word.


    Very advanced.


    It''s much more advanced than those people like Li Zihao.


    After playing with a mobile phone, junior one changed the phone card back to his old one and hid the new one in the drawer of his desk.


    Yan hang ran along the road by the river and turned from a small horizontal alley.


    Before there was no street lamp, it was OK to step on the pit while running. It was easy to have a lamp. He saw a piece of garbage near the river bank that could soon complete the task of land reclamation.


    I probably know why no one has come here to run. After two months, it''s hot, and it''s not sure what it''s like.


    Junior one actually picked a tree hole in such a place, which is quite creative.


    For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.


    After running out of the alley, he lost his way.


    Standing on a small street he had never seen in so many days since he moved here, fortunately, he didn''t run much for a while. Even if he lost his way, it would not be too far from where he lived.


    He took out his cell phone, turned on the navigation and looked at the map.


    I found my way back at a glance.


    It''s hard for him to get lost when he was five years old and he could read maps and go to strange cities, towns and even villages with his father.


    Maybe that''s why.


    Most of the time, before he has a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment, he leaves again. After a long time, he will not be familiar with the new environment.


    Anyway, I will leave. If I get lost, I will get lost. If I forget, I will not remember.


    When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be dad.


    However, he habitually and cautiously opened the door and asked, "Lao Yan?"


    "MEDA." Dad''s voice came from the door.Yan hang pushed the door open and his father was sitting on the sofa watching TV.


    "Have you eaten yet?" He asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol. "Hurt?"


    "Well," Dad raised his arm, "I didn''t eat. How about some food? Beef chops or something


    The arm can still move, that is, the injury is not serious.


    "How dare you," Yan hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "or I''ll return the 154 card to you, and you can order it."


    "That little piece of silver is enough." Dad stretched and fell on the sofa.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang said, "I bought some spaghetti to make you a pasta with beef steak?"


    "OK," my father nodded, "our prince''s skill is to make boiled water fragrant. After all, he is the future chef who wants to enter the western food industry."


    "Sounds like a curse." Yan hang took the materials into the kitchen.


    Yan Hang''s craftsmanship is really good, which he knows very well without saying.


    Dad said that we should be brave to face our own advantages. The real advantages don''t need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of ourselves.


    Yan hang turned on the gas stove and began to make pasta.


    Dad said a lot of things, just like a psycho, but he remembered everything he needed to remember.


    Very obedient prince.


    Yan hang sighed softly.


    The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen. It might be difficult for him to change the kitchen utensils. However, Yan hang didn''t have this kind of distress. He was always using the utensils that were not easy. There was no comparison at all.


    Back in the living room, dad was asleep on the sofa.


    He went over with his good face, hesitated for a moment, put his hand to Dad''s ear and snapped his fingers.


    Pop!


    Then he stepped back quickly.


    But still slow, dad did not open his eyes, a hand to grasp his wrist, did not wait for him to break free, has been a twist a pressure.


    Sour, painful and numb feeling suddenly ran to the shoulder, he can only follow down, in order to protect the hands of the face, had to kneel on one knee and yelled: "I!"


    Dad opened his eyes, released his hand, and picked a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I want to attack your father secretly, but it''s still tender, little hanghang."


    "Eat quickly." Yan hang put the noodles on the tea table and kneaded his arms to sit beside him.


    Dad got up, took the plate, smelled it, and ate it slowly. The expression on his face was very enjoyable.


    Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked down. He opened wechat, a lot of news. He didn''t want to read it, so he directly ordered the picture of junior one.


    The head portrait of junior one is as simple as his nickname. It''s a "1" with black characters on a white background.


    After entering the album, Yan hang was silent again.


    All the words of the child probably came out when he put his face on the hole in the tree.


    There are no photos, no words in the circle of friends.


    Only one small expression, and only one at a time.


    A row down, a string of small expressions slide.


    It seems to be lonely with care.


    "By the way, you may stay a little longer this time. If you want to work," Dad took a card like thing out of his pocket and threw it at him, "use this."


    Yan hang didn''t even have time to look away from the mobile phone screen, so he reached out to catch the card in Yu Guangli.


    It''s an ID card.


    Every time they stay in a place for a long time, Yan hang will go to work, and his father will give him a fake certificate, and he will get one himself.


    I don''t know if it''s for freshness. Every time I use a different name.


    This time, too, Yan hang looked at the card in his hand.


    It''s his picture. That''s right.


    Name: Yan Jidao???


    Mom went out today and followed him: "are you still going? What are you doing here? "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Mom ignored him and left on her bike.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


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 Chapter 84

    When a secret is discovered, it is no secret.


    Yan hang saw the tree cave. The secret in the tree cave is not a secret.


    Although he didn''t remember what secrets were in it.


    It''s nothing more than ordinary trifles, just like he is in other people''s eyes.


    "Do you want to speak out?" Yan hang propped up the tree trunk and looked into the cave.


    The first day of junior high school was not happy that Yan hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree cave, but he still nodded: "I made a noise."


    Yan hang shouldn''t care about his broken tree hole. Maybe he won''t be interested in playing once. If he has a bad brain, he will come here to talk about it.


    "I''m so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.


    The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.


    But junior one didn''t laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn''t want to make anyone unhappy.


    Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.


    This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.


    He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?


    He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn''t notice.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."


    "Oh." Chuichi smiles.


    "Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.


    "You''re quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I don''t know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes."


    "Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what''s the speed


    "Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and stared at him.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say anything. Yan Hang''s fighting power was very strong. He didn''t have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan hang probably couldn''t understand the speed of escape.


    "You save my phone, add a friend," Yan hang thought, took out his mobile phone, "if you have something, you can find me."


    He didn''t make a sound on the first day of junior high school. He thought Yan hang was a little strange.


    In his memory, it seems that he never met someone who would treat himself so It doesn''t seem to be to further humiliate his strangers.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang looked at him, "no cell phone?"


    "Yes." Junior one hesitated.


    "Have you been bullied out of the shadow?" Yan hang narrowed his eyes impatiently. "I want to rob your mobile phone. Do you still need to ask you to take it out? I can''t even take your mobile phone, your clothes and your cigarette for three minutes. "


    Yan Hang''s attitude made him a little nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone.


    "I''ll sweep you." Yan hang nodded a few times on his mobile phone.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I pressed my cell phone.


    Then they both looked at the dark screen of the mobile phone in silence.


    Five seconds later, Yan hang couldn''t help saying, "I don''t usually ask people like this..."


    Are you mentally handicapped?


    "Wait." First day, I rubbed my nose.


    "What are you waiting for?" Yan hang said, "wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"


    "Well," Chuichi nodded solemnly. Just as Yan hang wanted to turn around and walk away, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "lit up."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Do you use your own ideas? " Yan hang asked.


    "Cow, cow force?" Junior one looked up at him.


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    The first point is the wechat icon on the desktop.


    Yan hang put his mobile phone together to prepare to scan, but he got into the waiting.


    Five seconds later, the wechat interface was displayed, and then ten seconds later, Yan hang took back the mobile phone he was ready to scan, holding his arm and looking at the mobile phone he was communicating with on the first day of junior high school.


    The picture has changed. The first time I poked it, then I waited, and finally I pointed out the QR code.


    Yan hang sighed and swept his locked mobile phone: "it''s time to change it."


    "Also, it can be used," Chuyi smiles and looks at the mobile phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."


    "Heaven." Yan hang helped him finish.


    "That sounds good." Junior one said.


    Yan hang took a look at the nickname of the first day of junior high school, which was a simple "1". He couldn''t see it if he didn''t pay attention. He wanted to compliment politely, but he didn''t know where to start.


    "Let''s run for our lives. Let''s see what the speed is." Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket."I''ll go back, home." Junior one said, shaking the bag in his hand.


    This proposal sounds like what he just said to the tree cave should be the voice of his heart. Yan Hang is probably very boring.


    Yan hang looked at the bag and said, "am I right? Little kids still smoke. Buy one. "


    "Running errands." Junior one said.


    "For your grandmother?" Yan hang asked. Thinking about it, he gave a thumbs up, "your grandmother has a lot of character."


    Junior one didn''t speak, not very happy.


    "You go back," Yan hang waved, "I ran for my life."


    On the first day of junior high school, he turned around with a bag and walked no more than two steps. Yan Hang''s voice came back: "is there many people running on this road?"


    The first day of junior high school: "no one."


    "Why, the environment is not so good..." Yan hang ran to his side and turned his head to talk. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head. Maybe he stepped on the pit and staggered for two steps


    "Because," junior one looked at him, "he would fall."


    Because there are no lights, the river is still rancid, the road is still rotten, and the legend is still haunted.


    There are many reasons, but junior one can''t express as freely as he thought. He usually chooses short words.


    "Come on, let''s go." Yan hang estimated that he was very depressed, moving his ankles and running forward.


    On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and walked slowly along the wall. When I got downstairs, a car honked its horn behind me.


    Although he felt that his position could not be still in the way, he still gave way to the side and pushed his shoulder against the wall.


    "Dog!" He was called by a nickname.


    On the first day of junior high school, I turned my head and saw a white car behind me. The window of the copilot was put down and there was a round smiling face inside.


    "Auntie." He went over.


    Little aunt is er Ping, not his own aunt, but his cousin. Grandma is little aunt''s own aunt.


    However, the relationship between the two families has not been good. Grandma and aunt quarrel when they meet. Little aunt and mother fight from childhood to adulthood, but junior one likes her very much.


    "Just wanted to call you out," my aunt got out of the car, "where have you been?"


    Chuyi shook the bag in his hand.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandma again?" My aunt said.


    I nodded at first.


    "Come on, get in the car." My aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.


    The first day of junior high school, I got into the car and said hello to my uncle.


    "Is the dog growing? It''s higher than the Spring Festival, isn''t it My little uncle said.


    "Hallucination, hallucination." Junior one said.


    "It''s a little higher. It''s the third day of the next semester, and the little boys are all scurrying now." my aunt also got on the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "here, my aunt gave it to you."


    The first day of junior high school is a mobile phone without opening it.


    During the Spring Festival, my aunt said that she would give him a mobile phone. For this, my mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the lunar new year. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt felt that my mother had something wrong with her.


    "Take it," said the little aunt. "If your mother asks, she says I gave it. She''s going to smash it. You tell me, I''ll buy you another one."


    "Thank you, auntie." Junior one said.


    "You''re welcome. My aunt just wants you to be like other children," she looked at him and sighed, "evil."


    As soon as I looked out of the window of the car, my aunt always talked with him for a while. But today, because he came out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree cave and talked with Yan hang for a while. It''s a lot longer than the normal time. He''s afraid that if he doesn''t go back, grandma will get angry.


    But the little aunt just came, if he said he wanted to leave, he was afraid that the little aunt would not be happy.


    This kind of tangle makes him very helpless, low head is picking gently on mobile phone box.


    "Go back," my aunt said, "just come out and buy a cigarette. If you go back late, your grandmother should be crazy again."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the garbage can and removed the mobile phone box, took out the mobile phone and accessories, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, threw away the box, and then entered the corridor.


    As soon as the door opened, grandma''s voice burst out from the crack of the door: "the old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"


    "No, not necessarily." Junior one whispered.


    "What are you talking about?" Grandma came with the dog in her arms.


    "No The first day of junior high school, he raised his hand to protect his head, and handed the bag with the other hand.


    Grandma took the cigarette, turned around and walked two steps, then turned back: "where''s the money back! You want to swallow my money, don''t you


    Junior one pointed to the bag: "inside."


    Grandma was worried about smoking, so she didn''t scold him any more. She threw the dog on the ground and walked away.


    The dog was an old dog. She threw it on the ground and rolled to the wall without stopping.


    The first day of junior high school, I picked it up and put it back into its own nest. Then I pinched its paws."Pour a glass of water." Mom said something behind her.


    As soon as I got up, I washed my hands and poured a glass of water for my mother.


    "Do your homework," my mother gave him a squint, "midterm exam to test a 20 points back, I''ll mount the wall for you."


    On the first day of junior high school, he sat down at his desk and turned on the desk lamp.


    I was relieved.


    Although he doesn''t like to go to school and do his homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that completely belongs to him.


    As soon as the light came on, all the unhappiness, nervousness and fear disappeared.


    There is no rule about when he should go to bed at home. He usually goes to bed after his grandmother and grandfather have finished snoring.


    Today, my grandfather went to live in his aunt''s house, so my grandmother''s snoring was a little thin, and she didn''t have the usual momentum.


    Junior one took out the mobile phone, aunt hand is very generous, but this mobile phone he did not dare to use.


    As long as he dares to take it out, mom can see it at a glance.


    Mom sees people and looks at her mobile phone first. By the way, is it apple?


    In my mother''s opinion, only apple can be regarded as a mobile phone. Pears, bananas and sugarcane are rubbish.


    Junior one took out his mobile phone, picked out the mobile phone card and installed it in the new mobile phone.


    When he turned on the phone, he suddenly thought of something. He jumped up, covered his cell phone in his stomach and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he found that there was no music on.


    Although not very used to, but this mobile phone is very easy to use, first day squatting in the toilet, holding the mobile phone.


    The previous mobile phone was eliminated by Dad. It had been used for three years before it was eliminated, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He tried to provide the mobile phone like his ancestors, but still could not stop it from entering the stage of mind communication.


    Squatting a little tired, first day sat on the ground, tossed for a long time to open the wechat.


    The speed is swishing.


    He looked at the circle of friends, the latest several are sent by students, he never participated in the discussion, it is estimated that his classmates have not remembered his friends and he.


    Usually, he seldom looks at his circle of friends, but today he keeps turning down. Maybe his mobile phone is too quick to stop.


    I also saw a circle of friends sent by my mother in the afternoon.


    A few pictures, all of them are bags. You can see that they were taken on the display shelf in the store. They are also very clear. Even his local goods can recognize Lv.


    One more sentence.


    -Guess how much these bags cost?


    The first day of junior high school sighed. This circle of friends must be divided into groups, at least blocking her two Ping family.


    But it still embarrassed him.


    So he quickly turned down.


    The day of torture.


    He stopped, and then he reacted. It''s not that the mobile phone reacts too fast to keep turning down.


    -Time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.


    in his circle of friends, Yan Hang''s content is almost like crossing from another world.


    He ordered into Yan Hang''s photo album.


    The frequency of Yan Hangfa''s circle of friends is about once a day, but he only sees the second one.


    -My solid pervades the sky when the night falls.


    Then he stepped back and took his cell phone.


    Yan Hang''s circle of friends is all English, not a single Chinese word.


    Very advanced.


    It''s much more advanced than those people like Li Zihao.


    After playing with a mobile phone, junior one changed the phone card back to his old one and hid the new one in the drawer of his desk.


    Yan hang ran along the road by the river and turned from a small horizontal alley.


    Before there was no street lamp, it was OK to step on the pit while running. It was easy to have a lamp. He saw a piece of garbage near the river bank that could soon complete the task of land reclamation.


    I probably know why no one has come here to run. After two months, it''s hot, and it''s not sure what it''s like.


    Junior one actually picked a tree hole in such a place, which is quite creative.


    For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.


    After running out of the alley, he lost his way.


    Standing on a small street he had never seen in so many days since he moved here, fortunately, he didn''t run much for a while. Even if he lost his way, it would not be too far from where he lived.


    He took out his cell phone, turned on the navigation and looked at the map.


    I found my way back at a glance.


    It''s hard for him to get lost when he was five years old and he could read maps and go to strange cities, towns and even villages with his father.Maybe that''s why.


    Most of the time, before he has a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment, he leaves again. After a long time, he will not be familiar with the new environment.


    Anyway, I will leave. If I get lost, I will get lost. If I forget, I will not remember.


    When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be dad.


    However, he habitually and cautiously opened the door and asked, "Lao Yan?"


    "MEDA." Dad''s voice came from the door.


    Yan hang pushed the door open and his father was sitting on the sofa watching TV.


    "Have you eaten yet?" He asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol. "Hurt?"


    "Well," Dad raised his arm, "I didn''t eat. How about some food? Beef chops or something


    The arm can still move, that is, the injury is not serious.


    "How dare you," Yan hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "or I''ll return the 154 card to you, and you can order it."


    "That little piece of silver is enough." Dad stretched and fell on the sofa.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang said, "I bought some spaghetti to make you a pasta with beef steak?"


    "OK," my father nodded, "our prince''s skill is to make boiled water fragrant. After all, he is the future chef who wants to enter the western food industry."


    "Sounds like a curse." Yan hang took the materials into the kitchen.


    Yan Hang''s craftsmanship is really good, which he knows very well without saying.


    Dad said that we should be brave to face our own advantages. The real advantages don''t need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of ourselves.


    Yan hang turned on the gas stove and began to make pasta.


    Dad said a lot of things, just like a psycho, but he remembered everything he needed to remember.


    Very obedient prince.


    Yan hang sighed softly.


    The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen. It might be difficult for him to change the kitchen utensils. However, Yan hang didn''t have this kind of distress. He was always using the utensils that were not easy. There was no comparison at all.


    Back in the living room, dad was asleep on the sofa.


    He went over with his good face, hesitated for a moment, put his hand to Dad''s ear and snapped his fingers.


    Pop!


    Then he stepped back quickly.


    But still slow, dad did not open his eyes, a hand to grasp his wrist, did not wait for him to break free, has been a twist a pressure.


    Sour, painful and numb feeling suddenly ran to the shoulder, he can only follow down, in order to protect the hands of the face, had to kneel on one knee and yelled: "I!"


    Dad opened his eyes, released his hand, and picked a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I want to attack your father secretly, but it''s still tender, little hanghang."


    "Eat quickly." Yan hang put the noodles on the tea table and kneaded his arms to sit beside him.


    Dad got up, took the plate, smelled it, and ate it slowly. The expression on his face was very enjoyable.


    Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked down. He opened wechat, a lot of news. He didn''t want to read it, so he directly ordered the picture of junior one.


    The head portrait of junior one is as simple as his nickname. It''s a "1" with black characters on a white background.


    After entering the album, Yan hang was silent again.


    All the words of the child probably came out when he put his face on the hole in the tree.


    There are no photos, no words in the circle of friends.


    Only one small expression, and only one at a time.


    A row down, a string of small expressions slide.


    It seems to be lonely with care.


    "By the way, you may stay a little longer this time. If you want to work," Dad took a card like thing out of his pocket and threw it at him, "use this."


    Yan hang didn''t even have time to look away from the mobile phone screen, so he reached out to catch the card in Yu Guangli.


    It''s an ID card.


    Every time they stay in a place for a long time, Yan hang will go to work, and his father will give him a fake certificate, and he will get one himself.


    I don''t know if it''s for freshness. Every time I use a different name.


    This time, too, Yan hang looked at the card in his hand.


    It''s his picture. That''s right.


    Name: Yan Jidao???


    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


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 Chapter 85

    Just looking at the starting posture of shayazi No.1 scurrying down the road to the side alley, Yan hang knew that he would catch up with him in 30 seconds.


    As soon as No.1 ran into the Hutong, Yan hang had caught up with him.


    The prince in the wind.


    However, No. 1 was very involved in running, and he didn''t look back, and didn''t find that Yan hang was behind him.


    Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


    "Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"


    He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.


    "What the hell are you doing?" One roared.


    "Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don''t you usually play like this?"


    "When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face.


    "You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang''s face slowly disappeared.


    "If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What''s the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."


    At his request, Yan hang slapped him in the face and knocked out half of what he had said.


    "I don''t stand up for anyone. At first, it''s a fart. Can I stand up for him?" Yan hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you that if I beat you, it''s fitness. Do you understand? When you see me, don''t give me a damn and walk around. "


    Number one stares at him and doesn''t respond.


    "Do you understand?" Yan hang went up to the tip of his nose and roared.


    No. 1 didn''t expect that he would be like this. He was so surprised that his pupils suddenly shrank.


    "Let''s go," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and put his hands in his pocket. "Keep running, exercise and defend the country."


    Looking at No.1 running and swearing away from the alley, Yan hang whistled happily, moved his arms and walked slowly to the coffee shop.


    Today''s early morning to vent a pass, the mood can be said to be very good.


    I went out in the direction of No.1 running and made two turns. I was already on the street when I went out from the alley.


    The road to the coffee shop is on the right, and the bridge is less than 100 meters on the left.


    Yan hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the bridge.


    Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunting place on the first day of that day.


    Give someone away?


    The beach is the same as before. The black mud is mixed with pieces of garbage. The water meandering through the cracks of garbage is blowing in the face of a gust of wind forget it.


    Yan hang turned and left.


    Back on the street, he put on his mask, took out his mobile phone, and first sent a "come to play" on his Weibo, and then started the live broadcast.Few people watch it at this time, especially the sudden live broadcast, but it doesn''t matter at all. He wants to live because he wants to. There is no other reason.


    -I''m coming!


    -Am I the first one?


    there are so many fans coming in.


    "I go to work." Yan hang held his mobile phone and took a picture around him. When he changed hands in the middle, the camera passed him.


    -Eyes


    - ah, brother Xiaotian''s eyes are so beautiful


    "a coffee shop," Yan hang didn''t answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged Hu Zijun with a baby head."


    -23333333


    - want to see


    - what brother Xiaotian is wearing today


    "clothes, trousers and shoes." Yan hang replied, shaking his mobile phone down.


    -Sportswear again


    "wear a skirt next time." Yan hang said.


    When he got to the front of the coffee shop, he withdrew from the live broadcast. During working hours, he still had to be serious.


    As soon as he put his cell phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the shop.


    "I don''t know what''s going on! I didn''t mess with him This voice is inexplicably familiar.


    When Yan hang walked into the shop, he saw a man sitting next to the bar with an ice bag in his hand covering his eyes Scum one.


    "You really didn''t provoke him, you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "if you don''t want to call the police, you can call back! When I was your age... "


    Little scum one turned to see Yan hang, eyes instantly enlarged twice: "I fuck you..."


    "You fuck another one!" Boss Li pats the bar and stares at number one.


    "That''s him!" No.1 jumped down from the bar chair, pointed at Yan hang, and cried out, "it''s him! It''s him! That''s him


    Our friend little Nezha.


    Yan hang couldn''t help singing in his heart.


    "That''s him! Dad! That''s him! Dad Number one, keep roaring.


    Yan hang looked at the excited No. 1 and thought for a moment that No. 1 was calling him. If he wanted to say so, he didn''t have to be so polite.


    Boss Li was a little surprised to see: "he?"


    "That''s him!" It seems that No. 1 can''t say anything else. He yelled repeatedly.


    "How many?" Boss Li looked at Yan hang, "did you hit my son?"


    "Ah," Yan hang nodded, "just finished."


    This straightforward answer made boss Li open his mouth for a long time before he asked again, "why?"


    "He said it was fun!" Number one finally found a new word, "fun! Exercise


    "Don''t talk," boss Li pointed to number one. "I''ll ask first."


    No. 1 stares at boss Li and falls to the floor with a chair. He sits there silent.


    "Why?" Boss Li looks at Yan hang.


    These two people are actually father and son. Yan hang never expected that. Boss Li seems calm, but after all, his own son was beaten. Even if he can explain clearly, he probably can''t go on.


    And he didn''t want to explain.


    "I don''t like it." Yan hang said.


    "If you don''t like it, do you hit people?" Boss Li was shocked.


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded and looked at number one again, "ah."


    Number one turns and stares at him.


    "I''ll give you a word. If you don''t like people, you have to have capital." Yan hang then turned and walked out of the coffee shop.


    At this time on Sunday, there are a lot of people on the street, coming and going.


    Yan hang was standing under a tree beside the sidewalk, very bored.


    So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to junior one.


    -I came out and paid you back.


    I didn''t reply immediately on the first day of junior high school. I was probably exchanging ideas. I came back after a while.


    -What kind of money?


    -The money for noodles


    - didn''t you eat it


    "so I''ll pay you back." Yan hang couldn''t help his voice.


    -Oh


    - Oh, what the hell is it


    - at noon, I have something to do now. I''ll wait for you in the tree hole at noon


    Yan hang looks at this sentence. Compared with the first day of junior high school, his typing is really smooth and fluent, which makes people feel happy after the cold is cured.


    But I want to laugh.


    It seems that ten yuan is really important for junior one.


    Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket and stretched. He didn''t want to go back now. Let''s go for a walk.


    He looked at both sides, and the bridge was more prosperous than this side, so he decided to go there.


    He likes shopping very much. Every city''s "street" is different. Even if he sells the same clothes, snacks and toys, he will have different styles.


    But he didn''t make it to the "street".Because he looked to the left when he crossed the bridge.


    In fact, when you look at it from the bridge, the river is not ugly. The black mud beach full of garbage has been lost by the trees along the river


    Through the gaps between the leaves, there was a small shadow on the beach.


    "I "Fuck," Yan hang grabbed a stone carved peach on the railing of the nearby bridge and shook, "I''m really convinced."


    What kind of pen did you lose? I''ll buy you the same one.


    How much is your pen? I''ll give it to you.


    Let me see you go through the garbage again and I''ll smoke you.


    Don''t ask me why.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang stood at the railings along the river and cried.


    The first day of junior high school was not where it was yesterday, but it turned to the right. Yan hang frowned and suddenly suspected that the boy didn''t see the exact position of the pen.


    However, his ears were better than yesterday. Yan hang turned his head after calling.


    Then Leng Leng, Yan hang can see clearly, he forced to sigh.


    "Come up." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, shook his head, thought about it, waved to him again, motioned him to go.


    Yan hang looked at him, suddenly a little irritable. He took a deep breath and didn''t press it down. His hand on the concrete railing was a little painful, but he still couldn''t control it.


    It can''t be alleviated by leaving.


    "Damn it He bit his teeth and scolded, "what the hell are you looking for?"


    He didn''t go to the iron stairs, so he jumped out of the guardrail.


    The first day of junior high school, when he heard the sound of landing, he raised his head and was stunned.


    "Let me see you looking for that broken pen here again," Yan hang pointed to him. No matter what was under his feet, he strode to the first day of junior high school. "I beat your grandma so hard that she didn''t know you!"


    Junior one stood still.


    "Come here!" Yan hang said that he took another two steps there. When he wanted to go on, he suddenly felt that his feet were soft.


    Looking down, he stepped into the mud.


    "Don''t..." The first day of junior high school rushed to his side. As he walked, he pulled out two plastic bags from his pocket


    Yan hang then found that he had two bags on his feet, one red and one green.


    "I don''t want to." when he spoke again, he couldn''t get angry. He just felt helpless. He didn''t look at the first day of junior high school any more. He turned around and walked back, "play by yourself."


    After two steps, he felt something flashing in the mud on his left.


    He stopped abruptly and looked over.


    All I saw was a pile of garbage.


    He adjusted his angle, deviated and flashed again.


    "It''s like I saw your damn pen." Yan hang went over there.


    The first day of junior high school immediately followed behind him, and the plastic bag on his foot made a sound.


    When Yan hang bent down to take out the pen half stuck in the mud and tied with a yellow bow, he felt as if he was holding a Buddhist relic.


    "Is that it?" He asked junior one with a pen in his hand.


    "Yes." Chuyi nodded and took the pen excitedly.


    "Are you blind?" Yan hang asked.


    "Yes, it is possible." Chuichi said with a smile.


    Yan hang looked at him and said nothing.


    "Thank you." Junior one took a piece of paper and wiped the pen.


    Yan hang took out the ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to him: "give it back to you."


    The first day of junior high school didn''t answer, it seems a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and walked to the bank with difficulty.


    Junior one has been following him in silence.


    After climbing up the riverside, Yan hang sat on the stone bench beside him, looking at the black mud with his foot in a daze.


    The first day of junior high school took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the wet tissue Yan hang gave him yesterday, drew out two of them, squatted in front of him, reached out and began to help him polish his shoes.


    "Ah Yan hang was startled and quickly stopped, "what are you doing?"


    "Help, help you, wipe, wipe." Junior one said.


    "No," said Yan hang, taking the tissue from his hand, "I''ll just wipe it myself."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "You..." Yan hang grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "sit down."


    "This, pen," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while, took out the pen again, took out a wet towel and wiped it, "in fact..."


    "Is it for girls?" Yan hang asked as he polished his shoes.


    There is no sound on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang turned to look at him: "tie a bow, it''s a gift."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school looks a little dejected.


    "Wash, change a bow and deliver it." Yan hang said.


    "No, I can''t," said junior one. "It''s dirty."


    "There''s nothing wrong," Yan said. "She didn''t see it again."Junior one looks at him.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After ten seconds, Yan hang narrowed his eyes: "you don''t want to send me, do you?"


    The first day of junior high school dropped his eyelids: "no, I don''t want to send them now."


    Yan hang never received a gift.


    No friends, no gifts, only dad will buy things for him on his birthday, but every time is very casual. Last year, he received a pineapple with a note on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome.


    "I don''t want that gun bow." Yan hang said.


    At first, he was stunned and looked at him in surprise. Then he quickly removed the bow and hesitated to hand it to him with a pen.


    Yan hang took a look.


    It''s a new pen, but I can tell from the style that I bought it at least five years ago. I don''t know if it''s a souvenir of grade one.


    He took out his cell phone and tweeted.


    At the beginning of the live broadcast, a few fans who were more idle than him were there.


    -It seems that brother Xiaotian is extremely bored today


    - I''m even more bored. I caught up with him twice


    "I received a gift." Yan hang pointed the camera at the pen in his hand.


    -Hand in hand


    - I haven''t seen a beautiful hand for a long time!


    -When will the cooking be broadcast live? I want to watch the hand


    "it''s from that child." Yan hang said.


    -Poor thing?


    -Ah, ah! Did you give me a pen?


    "Yes," Yan hang shook his pen, "just I got it. "


    -Is the poor boy around?


    -Does brother Xiaotian really cover him in the future?


    - can you see what he looks like? I haven''t seen it clearly all the time


    - yes, can I have a look at it


    "you..." Yan hang turned his head and looked at junior one, "do you mind showing your face?"


    "Straight, broadcast?" Junior one asked softly.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "Many people, many people?" Junior one asked again.


    "Not much." Yan hang looks at the screen.


    "You straight, live, no one to watch?" I''m a little curious.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    "For what?" Junior one also looked at the screen.


    "Isn''t it a bit inappropriate for you to discuss in front of my fans when I''m live broadcasting that no one is watching?" Yan hangle is happy.


    "No one''s watching anyway." Junior one said.


    A bunch of hahaha and 2333333 are on the screen.


    "Damn, it''s really reasonable," sighed Yan hang. "OK, no one will look at it anyway. Do you mind showing your face? These ladies talk about you every day. "


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Yan hang turns his cell phone to the face of junior one.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    -£¡£¡£¡£¡£¡


    -Handsome


    - handsome boy!


    Handsome? Yan hang looks at the face of junior one on the screen and returns OK, the kid''s very photogenic.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze."All right." Yan hang said.


    "Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


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    "I guess the poor little boy has never gone out with anyone like this, so he must be excited." Dad lit a cigarette as he walked, "if you are in a hurry, you won''t make a detour Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


    When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.


    This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.


    He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.


    The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.


    "I''ll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.


    Junior one didn''t say a word, and didn''t move.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."


    On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.


    Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.


    Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.


    "Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing''s face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.


    "Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."


    Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.


    "To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don''t get into your twenties, it''s just three streets. It''s boring."


    Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn''t jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I''m planted today. Leave a name."


    "Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.


    Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn''t know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.


    Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.


    "Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."


    "Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go." Liang Bing turned and left.


    The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.


    It was quiet all around.


    Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang''s face and said, "is it serious


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It''s going to scab You didn''t hurt anything, did you? "


    Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I''m sorry."


    "You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn''t go on, just patted him on the head, "go."


    "Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."


    "No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.


    The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.


    "OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can''t see it. It''s very strong."


    "No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.


    The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.


    He was relieved.


    Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang''s home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.


    Nervous, scared, angry, anxious


    After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.


    From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.


    He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.


    Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.


    But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.


    The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.


    "Didn''t you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi didn''t make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.


    "No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."


    Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    When he got home, Yan hang didn''t go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.


    "You don''t think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked."14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.


    "Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"


    "I''ll change it right away. I''ll change my summer school. I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let''s change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."


    There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.


    When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers'' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.


    Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.


    The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person''s temperament is not the same with the clothes. It''s a little cool.


    It''s just too short.


    Tut tut.


    "Ice packs." Dad said it again.


    "Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.


    "A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.


    Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what''s the name of that man?"


    "Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don''t think I can help you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn''t mention it.


    Just now, he didn''t lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.


    He doesn''t care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn''t stay anywhere long.


    But junior one is different.


    As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.


    "On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."


    The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.


    "I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I''ll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can''t run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "It''s no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."


    "Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."


    "Tomorrow will do." Dad said.


    "Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don''t drink, drink?"


    "Lemon juice." Dad said right away.


    Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.


    "I drink lemon juice." Dad said.


    "Just this one." Yan hang said.


    "This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."


    I don''t know if I''m hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.


    But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.


    Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school.


    "Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I''ll call a car to come here later."


    "No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.


    "Not far?" Yan hang asked.


    "If you don''t take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus


    Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it''s better to take a taxi."


    Junior one did not speak, sighed.


    I envy Yan hang very much.


    I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.


    The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.


    Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn''t believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.


    When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven


    I envy him very much, but he doesn''t have such a father.Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.


    And he is not Yan hang.


    "Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."


    "Let''s go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."


    Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."


    "Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.


    Yan Hang''s clothes smell very good. I don''t know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang''s own breath.


    He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.


    It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang''s face, he froze.


    Yan Hang is squinting at him.


    "Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian''er."


    "Washed clothes." Yan hang said.


    "No, it''s not," he said hastily. "I''m The clothes are very fragrant. "


    "because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.


    The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.


    After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.


    "Music Festival." He said.


    "All right." The driver nodded and drove out.


    Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don''t know which square has no influence, do we?"


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.


    When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.


    He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.


    It''s very smooth and feels very good.


    He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang''s hand: "here you are."


    "My what?" Dad asked.


    "Your ID card, every time you do two, you must have done it," Yan hang put down his mobile phone and walked up to him, "take it out and I''ll have a look."


    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


    On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.


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 Chapter 87

    He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


    "What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


    The old lady''s make-up is about blind. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the seal hall. A shaking black line is pulled to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, she has to start from the right eyebrow peak and finish after a short shiver.


    This kind of strange surreal make-up made Yan hang unable to relax for a long time. No matter what, he couldn''t move his eyebrows.


    "What are you looking at! You''re the only one with eyes, aren''t you? " The old lady took two eyebrows of different lengths and yelled at him.


    Yan hang noticed that the little scum had already run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.


    Before he could recover from his shock and decide whether to go away or stay here, the old lady''s goal shifted again.


    She pointed to the protagonist standing on one side Jun: "you look at your little promising!"


    The protagonist didn''t look at her and didn''t say a word. She threw her schoolbag on her back and left.


    "Where are you going?" With a roar, the old lady went and grabbed his arm. "I''m talking to you. You didn''t hear me!"


    The protagonist is still silent, just back to break her hand.


    "Are you in trouble again?" The old lady''s voice is very loud all the time. There are many people coming and going at this time, and the people nearby are all interested in watching. However, compared with before, the old lady is totally indifferent to the crowd.


    Yan hang wanted to go away, but he thought that he had just claimed that he had covered the man, and now an old lady came out, and he ran away. It seemed that he couldn''t say it.


    Between hesitation can only continue to stand.


    "Waste! I''ll go to your teacher this afternoon! To your headmaster! Like what The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "see if I don''t scold them so much that they kneel down for me!"Yan hang changed his mind and decided to go away and cover it again tomorrow. It''s too painful to pestle here. He turned to take his mobile phone and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    When he was about to cross the street and go home, he took a look at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child''s face had disappeared, and his eyebrows were twisted.


    Yan hang walked quickly across the street and went home.


    However, after entering the room, he still stood at the window and looked across.


    The old lady should be the grandmother or grandmother of the protagonist, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows is not comparable to ordinary people.


    Five minutes later, the old lady could cross the street all the way to the house, and the sound finally disappeared.


    The protagonist is still standing in the same place, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.


    Yan hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.


    After landing, I remember that I can walk through the door.


    I was shocked by the old lady.


    Yan hang walked slowly across the street to the protagonist, stopped and took off his mask.


    Only now did he have a chance to look at the child carefully.


    One of the reasons why he was bullied is that he was not tall, but he was very good-looking, especially compared with the old lady just now.


    "To me?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist looked at him and made no sound.


    "What I just said counts," Yan hang pointed back to the building behind him. "I live on the first floor over there. You can come to me if you have something to do."


    The protagonist looked at him again, but still didn''t make a sound.


    This smile made Yan hang a little confused, with a smile in his dark eyes, just like everything had never happened before, or everything seemed not to affect him.


    It''s like his life was.


    "What''s your name?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist Jun looks at him and is still silent, as if he has lost his memory. When he thinks of "go to you, cover a fart" and is ready to turn around and leave, he opens his mouth with difficulty: "Chu, Chu First day of junior high school. "


    "What?" Yan hang Leng Leng, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe add a mental retardation, "I ask you what''s your name, who asked you what grade."


    "Junior, junior two." The protagonist said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also looked at Yan hang.


    After a long time of looking at each other, Yan hang finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand. Your name is junior one, and your name is junior two, right?"


    "Well." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.


    "Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." Junior one continued to nod.


    "And the old lady?" Yan hang asked again. He didn''t ask why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn''t need any reason.


    "I..." Junior one''s eyes darkened, and after a while he said softly, "grandma."


    "Oh," said Yan hang. After that, he felt there was nothing to say, so he waved, "OK, you go home. I''ll go to eat."


    "Your name is "Call," all go out can have ten meters, the first day of junior high school is still behind him, do not hurry to say, "call, call, call..."


    "Yan hang." Yan hang turns back to interrupt him.


    "Yan, Yan..." Junior high school nodded.


    "Hang, Yan hang." Yan hang said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    "Gone." Yan hang turned and walked along the road.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, Grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her 16-year-old dog in her arms.


    Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.


    "Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, my mother said without raising her head.


    "Well." Put down the schoolbag on the first day of junior high school.


    "Trash, there''s nothing in his eyes all day long. He doesn''t move if people don''t say it." Grandma said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. I went into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes.


    "What a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I''m going to be beaten again today! I said to go to school, but he didn''t let me! Rubbish


    "He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.


    "What''s the matter with me?" grandma stood at the kitchen door with her dog in her arms. "What''s the matter with me? Nobody dares to provoke me, you know?"


    "You watch TV!" Mom raised her voice, too.


    Chuyi stares at the dishes in his hand without saying a word. He quickly washes them and puts them on the desk. Then he goes out of the kitchen and enters the room.


    He doesn''t have his own room. This room is my grandfather''s bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth cabinet beside the wall.


    In fact, now he should go to the living room to do his homework. His desk is in the living room, but he is not willing to go there when grandma is there."You don''t do your homework today!" Grandma called in the living room.


    On the first day of junior high school, without making a sound, he quietly went to the living room and sat down. He took out his book from his schoolbag and turned on the desk lamp. He quickly fell on the desk and began to do his homework.


    But his all-out performance failed to calm Grandma down.


    "Don''t think I can''t see it, white eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your father''s house, don''t you Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I''ll give you food and drink. I''ll rush to farm for others. White eyed wolf!"


    My grandfather didn''t have any land. He just planted some vegetables on the rooftop with flowerpots. The first day of junior high school liked the small vegetable garden very much and helped to water it every time. Grandma couldn''t stand it.


    But the white eyed wolf It should be right to say that he did kiss his grandparents. For grandma, he was a white eyed wolf.


    "Dinner Mom went out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.


    On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen and got up to set up the dining table. Then I took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After I served my mother and grandmother, I sat down and began to eat.


    "His father doesn''t come back?" Grandma asked.


    "Well, there''s something wrong with the team." Mom said.


    "A broken driver, I don''t know, thinks he is the Secretary of the prime minister''s office." Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth.


    "Eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.


    "After dinner, go and buy me a cigarette." Grandma pinched the cigarette off the table.


    He nodded, took the ashtray, pulled the cigarette ends and ashes into it, and rubbed the traces of cigarette ends on the table, but did not rub them off.


    Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrest of the sofa, but also all the flat areas in his home have the burn marks left by grandma when she pinched cigarettes.


    "Smoke less. If you die, you''ll smoke to death." Mom said.


    "Did it cost you money? I know you''ve lost your job and I have a pension myself! " Grandma said, grabbed her cloth bag, took a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of junior one, "take it, buy me cigarettes!"


    Junior one took the money and stood up.


    "I''ll go after that." Mom stopped him.


    "Eat, eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog.


    I sat down and continued to eat.


    "Today, er Ping and some of them want me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "irritating."


    "Where have you been?" Grandma asked.


    "Don''t they just go to some LV or something like that?" my mother tut said, "I''m so angry. If I say no, I''ll have to go."


    "Just because there are two stinky money at home! It''s like stepping on an electric switch all day long, "my grandmother said," sooner or later, it''s all gone! "


    The first day of junior high school, without raising his eyes, he buried his head in eating bitterly, thinking that he would finish eating quickly and go out.


    "Also said to buy a gift for the first day of junior high school, I said I would take it back, not let it, to give it personally," my mother said, "I don''t know what to think."


    "If you can''t give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people''s children," grandma said with a happy tone. "I see, she''s too fat to give birth."


    On the first day of the new year, I ate the rice in the bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up and took grandma''s 100 yuan and went out.


    It''s a bit cold outside, but he feels very comfortable and his breathing is much smoother.


    So every night after he finished his homework, he would come out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights on this side were broken, and the dark lights made him feel very safe.


    I came out a little early today. There were a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall and didn''t want to be seen.


    In the past, people could not avoid being seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when he walked into the store.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandmother?" The boss asked.


    "Well." Hand over the money on the first day of junior high school.


    The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette. He said, "your grandmother has been smoking for 20 years. She hasn''t smoked any other cigarettes."


    "Exclusive." Junior high school nodded.


    The boss put on the cigarette with a smile. He went out with the bag and continued to walk around the wall.


    All the way to the river.


    The river is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, no one will come. It''s too cold in winter, and the river smells sour in other seasons.


    About 20 times on the first day of junior high school, someone passes by.


    It''s a great place for him.


    He often comes here. He has a dedicated tree hole here that has been used for nearly ten years.


    Tree hole is a real tree hole.


    An old Sophora tree by the river has a hole in its trunk.


    From the beginning, I had to step on the root of the tree to get this hole. Now I need to bend down to buckle my face to the tree hole. Junior one said a lot of little secrets and little wishes to it.


    I''ve forgotten many little secrets, and none of my little wishes have come true.


    Probably because the river is sour.


    The first time he looked around, there was no one. He bent down, put his face in the tree hole and closed his eyes.Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, so it''s clean all the time. There''s no peculiar smell, and you can smell the smell of wood.


    "I don''t, I don''t want to go to school," the first day of junior high school said slowly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."


    He sighed, "my mother wants me to go to college."


    "If I can''t pass the exam, I''m sure I can''t," he said gently on the bark. "I just, just I don''t want to read. "


    This kind of unresponsive talk, every time on the first day of junior high school, you have to talk for at least a few minutes, and then you will feel a lot more relaxed.


    It''s the same today. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.


    The stretch was only half done, and he held his arm up and froze.


    There was a man standing next to him.


    Wearing sportswear and running shoes, wearing masks.


    It''s the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him later.


    Yan hang.


    "You..." Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school. For a moment, he didn''t know what to say. He was shocked when he saw a puckering man growing on the tree in the middle of the run, but he was still the first day of junior high school.


    "Put down your arms first," said Yan hang. "I don''t have a knife, either."


    Junior one put down his arm.


    "You..." Yan Hang still didn''t know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn''t help laughing at the impression on his face.


    At last, he went to the tree trunk, looked at it and found that it was a big hole.


    "Did you dig it?" Yan hang turned his head and asked junior one, "it''s so suitable for your face."


    "No," the first day of junior high school replied, "I''m big, big, and many faces."


    "The average hole is right." Yan hang said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "do you have many secrets here?"


    The prince in the wind.


    However, No. 1 was very involved in running, and he didn''t look back, and didn''t find that Yan hang was behind him.


    Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


    "Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn''t get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.


    Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1''s red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.


    "Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"


    He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.


    "What the hell are you doing?" One roared.


    "Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don''t you usually play like this?"


    "When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face.


    "You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang''s face slowly disappeared.


    "If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What''s the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."


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 Chapter 88

    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Moda ~ at this time, there are very few people on the street. People who have dinner, watch TV at home and take a walk have not come out yet.


    As soon as Yan hang went out, he glanced at both sides of the road. When he went to the street, the lights were very bright, and everything seemed calm. When he went to the Chu family, he found that the lights were not all on, and he couldn''t see what was going on in the dark.


    "Go to his house," Dad said, "and make another call."


    "Well." Yan hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number of junior one.


    This time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, it''s that we can''t get through at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


    When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.


    This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.


    He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.


    When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.


    The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.


    "I''ll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.


    Junior one didn''t say a word, and didn''t move.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."


    On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.


    Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.


    Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.


    "Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing''s face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.


    "Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."


    Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.


    "To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don''t get into your twenties, it''s just three streets. It''s boring."


    Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn''t jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I''m planted today. Leave a name."


    "Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.


    Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn''t know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.


    Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.


    "Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."


    "Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go." Liang Bing turned and left.


    The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.


    It was quiet all around.


    Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang''s face and said, "is it serious


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It''s going to scab You didn''t hurt anything, did you? "


    Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I''m sorry."


    "You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn''t go on, just patted him on the head, "go."


    "Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."


    "No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.


    The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.


    "OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can''t see it. It''s very strong."


    "No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.


    The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.


    He was relieved.


    Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang''s home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.


    Nervous, scared, angry, anxious


    After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.


    From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.


    Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.


    But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.


    The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.


    "Didn''t you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi didn''t make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.


    "No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."


    Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    When he got home, Yan hang didn''t go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.


    "You don''t think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked.


    "14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.


    "Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"


    "I''ll change it right away. I''ll change my summer school. I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let''s change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."


    There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.


    When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers'' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.


    Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.


    The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person''s temperament is not the same with the clothes. It''s a little cool.


    It''s just too short.


    Tut tut.


    "Ice packs." Dad said it again.


    "Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.


    "A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.


    Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what''s the name of that man?"


    "Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don''t think I can help you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn''t mention it.


    Just now, he didn''t lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.


    He doesn''t care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn''t stay anywhere long.


    But junior one is different.


    As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.


    "On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."


    The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.


    "I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I''ll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can''t run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "It''s no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."


    "Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."


    "Tomorrow will do." Dad said.


    "Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don''t drink, drink?"


    "Lemon juice." Dad said right away.


    Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.


    "I drink lemon juice." Dad said.


    "Just this one." Yan hang said.


    "This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."


    I don''t know if I''m hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.


    But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.


    Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school."Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I''ll call a car to come here later."


    "No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.


    "Not far?" Yan hang asked.


    "If you don''t take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus


    Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it''s better to take a taxi."


    Junior one did not speak, sighed.


    I envy Yan hang very much.


    I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.


    The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.


    Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn''t believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.


    When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven


    I envy him very much, but he doesn''t have such a father.


    Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.


    And he is not Yan hang.


    "Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."


    "Let''s go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."


    Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."


    "Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.


    Yan Hang''s clothes smell very good. I don''t know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang''s own breath.


    He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.


    It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang''s face, he froze.


    Yan Hang is squinting at him.


    "Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian''er."


    "Washed clothes." Yan hang said.


    "No, it''s not," he said hastily. "I''m The clothes are very fragrant. "


    "because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.


    The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.


    After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.


    "Music Festival." He said.


    "All right." The driver nodded and drove out.


    Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don''t know which square has no influence, do we?"


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.


    When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.


    He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.


    It''s very smooth and feels very good.


    He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang''s hand: "here you are."


    "I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up the fork to poke open the egg skin, and then looked at him, "prawns?"


    "Shrimp, diced egg and rice." Yan hang corrected his statement again.


    ¡°¡­¡­ How can you prove that it''s a prawn when it''s all diced Dad''s not happy.


    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


    "Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.


    If he didn''t have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.


    Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.


    It''s OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can''t.


    He''s going to walk away in a hurry.


    That''s how you see money as Baba.


    I''ve been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn''t save money, so he doesn''t have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.


    His way of making money is to work. He doesn''t know the way his father makes money.


    I''m not willing to find out.


    "Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.


    "Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.


    As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".


    Yan hang looks at her.


    "Don''t do it. Don''t do it. My cell phone There''s no electricity Said the little girl.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything


    "I don''t have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.


    When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.


    He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.


    After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."


    The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee.


    "Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.


    "What?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.


    "I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.


    "Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."


    Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.


    "I''ll pay attention next time." He said.


    "Don''t pay attention, it''s very good," said boss Li. "It''s good to sell one more cup of coffee. It''s good to have the spirit of making every penny."


    "Ah." Yan hang nodded.


    Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn''t know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.


    He hasn''t been working this year. He''s not used to standing for such a long time. He won''t be tired after running for two hours. It''s tiring to stand for several hours.


    As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.


    Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.This state, he will generally use running to adjust.


    Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it''s very comfortable.


    But it''s not easy to run at this time. It''s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It''s probably just the road by the river that''s full of holes.


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 Chapter 89

    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Moda ~ mom ignored him and rode away on her bicycle.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.


    No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.


    That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.


    It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.


    I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."


    When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke."Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.


    Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "


    Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - well


    wait.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.


    Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.


    -I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


    On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.


    A few low laughs came from behind.


    It should be a pushpin. He''s very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn''t look back at the first day of junior high school, and he didn''t touch the chair and his back. He just fell on the table.


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 Chapter 90

    Without saying a word, Yan hang got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.


    This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


    Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn''t look at the screen or make any more noise.


    After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.


    Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let''s see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."


    After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?


    "It''s not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."


    The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.


    But today''s withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn''t do it.


    The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.


    He didn''t look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn''t exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.


    There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.


    When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.


    -No more?


    Someone on the screen asked.


    "No," said Yan hang, "mourning."


    With that, he didn''t look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.


    Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.


    The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.


    From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.


    Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.


    He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Do you love me?


    do you need me?


    do you want me?


    do you love me?


    he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.


    ¡°No¡£¡±


    Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father''s voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I''m back."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He was very sleepy.


    "Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"


    Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"


    Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what''s the matter with Yan hang?"


    "Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I''ll let you die now."


    "Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.


    "Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor.""I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let''s go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it''s an English book and intensive reading I don''t understand. Can you see? "


    "Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.


    "My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."


    "I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.


    "Yes," Dad nodded, "I''ve been collecting, our heirloom."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.


    It''s only two days since he moved here. I don''t know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.


    "How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It''s a game that has been played for more than ten years.


    Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.


    Sometimes it''s The meat hurts.


    Like today.


    When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.


    It''s really an old community.


    But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.


    So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.


    "What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.


    "Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.


    "Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.


    It''s very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it''s not necessarily when I come out.


    "Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn''t?"


    "Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.


    "Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.


    "940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."


    "It doesn''t seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."


    "Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.


    "Go back?" Dad asked.


    "Noodles, please." Yan hang said.


    "Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don''t you think it''s an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"


    "Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.


    "Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."


    This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.


    "This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."


    "Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.


    When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."


    "Ah." Yan hang answered.


    "Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it''s a good place. Maybe I''ll stay longer."


    "No Yan hang replied quickly.


    "I don''t want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."


    "It''s two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn''t want to go to primary school."


    "Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I''ve been scolded by your teacher Lu."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.


    The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.


    "Such a good child," she said, "I''m afraid I''ll be taught bad by your father in the future."


    Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.


    Yan hang didn''t ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn''t appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.


    I''ll come back anyway.


    I''m used to it.


    Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.


    He doesn''t have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.


    Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad''s life is like a journey, and it''s all short distance.


    He can''t count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn''t even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.


    "I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."


    Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn''t have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.


    Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father''s arm.


    Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It''s no use lying on my back.


    So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.


    Now it''s almost three o''clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.


    The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.


    And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.


    Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.


    He likes running. It''s the best way for him to pass the time.


    He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.


    After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.


    After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.


    Plus the medicine, he didn''t get up until noon.


    It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.


    With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.


    Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.


    It''s almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.


    Will you fight back?


    To what extent will we fight back?


    Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.


    Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.


    Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.


    There are so many whys. He didn''t ask why for a long time.


    A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.


    He was pushed.


    From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It''s not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it''s like the high tide before a good play ends.


    The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.


    Maybe it''s just an unconscious action, but it''s really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.


    Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.


    Yan hang tut.


    It''s heavy.


    Then another boy kicked his leg.


    According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.


    Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.


    But it didn''t work. A few boys fought back.


    After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.


    But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang''s experience, they will not stop until he has a response.


    So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.


    "It''s a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.


    -Brother Xiaotian, do you want to do it?


    - pay attention to safety, or let''s call the police.


    there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.


    "I don''t know," he said. "I can''t watch it. It''s too sad."


    After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist''s face for the first time in a few days.


    It''s not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.


    It was very calm.


    It''s so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can''t say whether it''s sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can''t find a suitable adjective.


    Half of the broken cup didn''t fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy''s finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist''s face again, Yan hang whistled.


    It''s very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang''s best is probably whistling.


    My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.


    The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.


    Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.


    The screen was very busy, but he didn''t have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.


    "Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.


    "From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Mom ignored him and left on her bike.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


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 Chapter 91

    When I got home, Dad had already washed and changed his pajamas. Everything on the table was put in the kitchen, but he didn''t wash it. It was all piled up in the sink.


    Yan hang was a bit lazy after finishing his run, so he sat on the sofa.


    Dad is watching the news at night. Except for the first and second tier cities, there are not many news in a city that can be repeated for a day. These news are watched and replayed in the afternoon, and there will be a summary on Sunday. Yan hang feels that as long as dad is at home, he can recite the news of that day.


    "Are you still going to run with junior one tomorrow?" Dad asked.


    "Well, run. I was going to run anyway." Yan hang said.


    "Good," Dad nodded and stood up. "I''m going to sleep."


    "Just eat a belly of meat to sleep?" Yan hang took a look at him, "middle aged people are very easy to get fat. Don''t you be on guard for your belly?"


    "Don''t be jealous of my figure." Dad stretched and went back to the house.


    Going to work tomorrow, Yan hang had to let himself sleep tonight. After playing with his mobile phone in the living room for a while, he took a bath and went back to the house.


    After lying in bed for a long time, he didn''t feel sleepy at all. He took his mobile phone, opened wechat, looked at the circle of friends, and saw the small expression of the first time one hour ago in a pile of business news.


    It''s a regular smile.


    It''s very inconspicuous. You can''t find it if you want to row fast.


    Yan hang laughs. He doesn''t know what the small expressions of the first day of junior high school mean to himself.


    After watching the mobile phone for a while, he still didn''t feel sleepy. Yan hang ordered a movie again.


    Ghost movies.


    I didn''t see it for half an hour. I was scared to death by the screams of BGM and the hostess every five minutes, so I turned it off.


    I''m scared. I''m in high spirits.


    He had to get out of bed, go to the living room, pour himself a glass of water, ready to take medicine.


    When he went back to the house, he saw that the light was still on in his father''s house. It had been more than an hour since he came into the house. His father had a good sleep, especially on the night when he ate and drank wine, he would turn off the light in 20 minutes.


    If he really can''t sleep for such a long time, dad will come to see if he''s asleep. If he''s still awake, just talk for a while, but dad didn''t look for him today.


    Yan hang hesitated for a moment. He walked to the door and listened to the movement in the room.


    It''s very quiet. I can''t hear any sound, but I can smell the light smoke.


    Don''t sleep at night, smoke in the room, smoke to the door can smell, this is Dad''s rare state.


    For so many years, except for his whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been in good health. He has almost never smoked like this.


    Yan hang raised his hand to knock on the door, but he didn''t knock down until his hand was sour.


    Finally he went back to his room, took two pills and went to sleep.


    The medicine is still useful. At least I fell asleep. When I wake up in the morning, I feel my head is swollen.


    Yan hang walked out of the room slowly with 86 Jin of head on his head and looked at his father. The door of the room had been opened.


    He went over and looked in. Dad wasn''t in. He looked back at the shoe rack. Dad''s shoes weren''t in. He should have gone out.


    He went into the room and opened all the windows that were only open.


    Dad has the habit of folding quilts when he gets up, so he can''t tell whether he slept or not last night, but the smell of smoke in the room doesn''t completely disperse, which proves that even if he slept, he didn''t sleep for long. This smell should have been smoking in the first half of the night.


    After washing with a heavy head, he was thinking about what to get for breakfast when the door of the living room rang. Yan hang turned his head and his father came in with a bag of hot breakfast.


    "Did you buy breakfast?" Yan hang asked.


    "You didn''t sleep well yesterday," Dad put the bag on the table, "so I went to buy it very considerately. Yesterday, the first day of junior high school told me that there was a breakfast shop over there that was delicious and had many varieties."


    "Are you two still talking about this?" Yan hang took out the small lunch boxes one by one in the bag, "just like the two old ladies."


    "We''re talking about people''s livelihood," my father said. "How can an old lady be as senior as us?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ "Oh," Yan hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box, but it really had a wide range of kinds, and it sold well. He took a box of his favorite pumpkin cake and took a bite. "What else did he talk about people''s livelihood?"


    "He also told me that there are several clothes sellers in the vegetable market. Although the geographical location is very embarrassing, the quality of clothes is OK and cheap." Dad said with a smile, "but after he finished, he thought that we would not go there to buy clothes. This child is very poor and funny, but he still has low self-esteem."


    "Just like his grandmother, ordinary children have to feel inferior," Yan hang said. "His mother seems to have It''s not so good


    When talking about grandma, mom and other things, Yan hang didn''t feel anything about it, but today he kowtowed for no reason.Dad should have noticed it and sighed.


    Yan hang stopped making noise and continued to eat breakfast.


    Dad stood up and walked behind him: "prince, I didn''t sleep well. Is my head heavy again?"


    "Well, more than 200 Jin." Yan hang said.


    Dad reached out and scratched his head. The weight was very appropriate. His scalp suddenly relaxed. He leaned back in the chair and asked Dad to continue to massage him.


    Dad is very respectful and dedicated to his job, from head to head, then to the back of his neck, and then to his shoulder.


    "Come back in the evening and bring some food and wine," Dad said. "Have a drink and have a chat."


    "What are you talking about?" Yan hang asked.


    "What do you want to talk about?" Dad was knocking on his shoulder.


    Yan hang bit his lip, determined to have a quick minute, he opened his mouth: "talk about how my mother died."


    Dad quickly knocked on his right shoulder, and then continued to knock on his left shoulder: "OK."


    I feel like I''m going to be late. I get up 20 minutes later than usual.


    He doesn''t have an alarm clock. The mobile phone alarm clock is too slow, either doesn''t work or can''t be turned off. So he always gets up by the biological clock. If the biological clock fails, he won''t be called by anyone until noon.


    But when you get up, you will be scolded.


    "The result is not so good, also has the face to oversleep," the grandmother is carrying the cigarette, "even gets up a bed oneself all cannot get up, the trash!"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak. After washing quickly, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door.


    As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw several people standing at the corner of the building. He suddenly stopped, turned and ran in the opposite direction.


    It was Liang Bing and some of his friends. It seems that they just came back from playing all night. Now it''s time to refresh themselves. Instead of kicking him off, he''d better stay away.


    Just go out from the opposite direction, and you have to make a detour to the school.


    There''s no time to eat breakfast. Just don''t be late.


    Junior high school from primary school to junior high school these years, the number of late than a V can count.


    He didn''t want to be late, he didn''t want to sit well in the whole class, and he didn''t come into the classroom until the teacher stood on the platform, so no matter what, he should try not to be late.


    Today should not be late, do not eat early all the way, almost just before the school gate.


    If he hadn''t been dreaming all night and didn''t sleep well yesterday, he would not have been able to sleep in the morning. He was a little depressed.


    But it''s also amazing. There was Yan hang in all his dreams that night.


    Yan hang took him to stand by the river. Yan hang ran with him. Yan hang had a barbecue with him. Yan hang took a Steeler and said, "this is a Steeler."


    In fact, it''s not magic. I think about it every day and have a dream at night.


    Yan hang has been looking forward to the day when he can communicate and chat with him like ordinary people and friends.


    Waiting for a long time, once met, the impression will have been deep into the dream.


    Ran to the school, just on duty teacher ready to close, the first day out of the speed of escape, rushed past.


    Four or five other students ran into the school with him, all stopped by the teacher.


    The management of the school is very strict. Those who come in when the school closes are late, and they have to be written down and deducted points.


    But the first day of junior high school was not stopped. When he ran in from the two teachers, the teacher didn''t seem to see him.


    Stealth was successful.


    He pinched the steely spirit in his pocket.


    Sure enough, it''s fine. It works.


    Li Zihao hasn''t bothered him these days, and he hasn''t come to ask if he has brought the one he asked him to bring to Yan hang.


    Of course, it''s impossible to bring that sentence to Yan hang on the first day of junior high school. In his opinion, that sentence is just like "you wait for me". It''s just a process.


    When the atmosphere arrives, we have to say.


    As for the end, I''m afraid the owner of this sentence may not remember.


    Compared with Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will upset junior one.


    The students who made trouble for him were all fake gangsters, not even fake gangsters. They just wanted to make trouble with him.


    But Liang Bing is not. Liang Bing is a real jerk.


    The best way to meet him is to make a detour.


    People in the residential area of their family frown when they mention Liang Bing.


    Not to mention the ability, it''s mainly shameless.


    Even Grandma, who had been invincible all her life, would not fight Liang Bing in general.


    The first day of junior high school, I feel very unlucky. When I meet Liang Bing at school, I can still meet him after school.


    Liang Bing doesn''t go far away either. His range of activities is in his home. It''s probably his safe area. Out of this area, he may be cleaned up by others.


    In short, at noon after school, I wanted to go back from the small street in front of Yan Hang''s house. It was the nearest way for him to go home. I usually went here. As soon as I got to the intersection, I saw Liang Bing swinging on the road.Fortunately, I turned my back to this side and didn''t see him. On the first day of junior high school, I could only go forward and go back by a long way.


    Results around a circle, just to the intersection, and see Liang Bing head-on waves come.


    Is this a street patrol!


    "Ah The first day of junior high school yelled in a low voice, but turned around again.


    Back in the street, he was a little angry.


    There was no idea of going home for dinner. He took out his mobile phone and called his mother.


    "The school has something to do. I''ll take care of it at noon." He was interrupted by his mother before he finished.


    "OK, I know. I won''t come back for dinner," said my mother. "I''ll bring some noodles when I come back in the afternoon. Do you still have money there?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "Your father is at home today. You come back and ask your father to give you the money for the noodles." Mom said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school.


    After the phone call, he had no target. After wandering in the street for a while, he crossed the bridge and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.


    After two steps, he stopped. Should Yan hang be working in the western restaurant here?


    He was suddenly a little excited. As he walked in, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan hang.


    -Which western restaurant do you work in?


    After waiting for a long time, Yan hang didn''t reply to him. He looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was time to eat. Yan hang was probably busy.


    He was suddenly a little embarrassed, so he put his cell phone back in his pocket and walked along the road.


    After a while, I saw a western restaurant with a recruitment sign at the door.


    He stopped and looked in. Should it be this one? But I didn''t see Yan hang.


    He hesitated for a moment, leaned against a nearby tree and continued to look in.


    Just two or three minutes later, a man came out. He didn''t dare to look at his face on the first day of junior high school. He was afraid that if it was a waiter who saw him pestle here for a long time, he would ask.


    "Go in?" The man went up to him and asked.


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school raised his head after hearing the sound.


    Yan hang wore the uniform of the restaurant, with black background and red edge, and an apron.


    The uniform is very ugly. It can compete with their school uniform, but Yan Hang''s dress is very pleasing to the eye.


    "Please have a meal," Yan hang said


    Junior one followed him into the restaurant.


    It''s delicious.


    The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food, including the smell of baked snacks, coffee, and all kinds of steaks, pork chops and mutton chops.


    This is his first time in a western restaurant.


    Last year, my aunt took him to eat Western food, but my mother didn''t let him go. Finally, my aunt had to pack two steaks for him.


    Grandma scolded all night while eating.


    The first day of junior high school took a few mouthfuls carefully, but they didn''t taste it.


    "Sit here," Yan hang took him to the corner by the window. "Wait for me."


    "Yan hang," the first day of junior high school called him, "are you off duty?"


    "After work, I''ll take turns eating," Yan said. "Sit here and wait for me."


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    Yan hang walked away. He was still a little nervous. At the moment, there were several tables of guests in the shop. They were eating and chatting in a low voice. They looked very advanced.


    When he sat down here in his old school uniform, it seemed that he had entered the wrong door.


    Fortunately, Yan hang came soon with a pizza and two drinks in his hand.


    The first day of junior high school stood up quickly, ready to pick up.


    "Sit down," said Yan hang, putting the pizza and drinks on the table. "There''s no way for the kitchen. Do you still want to go in and help people wash the dishes?"


    "Yes, I can." Chuichi smiles and sits back on the chair.


    "I also ordered a steak for you," said Yan hang. "It will be ready in a moment. What kind of juice would you like?"


    "Juice?" At the beginning, he was stunned, looking at the drink in front of him, "isn''t there any juice


    "Black pepper," Yan hangle said, "I like black pepper juice."


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t recover until Yan hang walked away with a smile. He said it was the juice on the steak.


    While waiting for the steak, he saw Yan hang serving two tables of guests.


    It''s beautiful.


    Yan Hang''s actions are very natural, but every action is very handsome. He even saw a little sister at a table come out with a mobile phone to take candid photos.


    The first day of junior high school was very inspired, so he took out his mobile phone.


    When he saw Yan hang coming with a tray covered with a big lid, he secretly pointed his mobile phone at Yan hang.


    But.


    It wasn''t until Yan hang came up to him that the shutter of his mobile phone snapped.


    I photographed a huge, fuzzy, white lid.


    However, compared with the failure of candid shooting, the click sound of mobile phone is the most depressing one."Do you want to shoot me or steak?" Yan hang lifted the lid and took a look at him. The smile from the corner of his mouth was almost overwhelming.


    "You," the first day of junior high school, looking at the steak, "don''t have a cell phone, don''t deserve it, together."


    "It''s time to change your mobile phone," Yan hang poured the black pepper juice on the steak and sat down. "My father has a new mobile phone, which has been used for a year. Would you like to use it?"


    "I have," said junior one, "new."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "Apple, apple," the first sigh, "aunt sent, did not dare to let my mother know, know."


    "Well, your mother didn''t say anything when you took the shoes back last time. A new mobile phone is not allowed to use?" Yan hang said.


    "Little, auntie, no way." Junior one looks at the steak.


    "The steak is yours," Yan hang picked up a piece of pizza. "Let''s eat the pizza together."


    The two of us.


    Together.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly has a very comfortable warmth.


    After warming up, I remembered: "you don''t, don''t eat Don''t you have enough to eat? "


    "Talking about tongue twister," Yan hang said with a smile, "I''m in a bad mood today. I can''t eat anything. Just eat it."


    "Oh." Junior one hesitated to pick up the knife and fork.


    I''ve seen how to use knives and forks on TV, but it''s the first time he''s been eating like this. He''s very careful. He''s afraid that he might accidentally throw the meat to Yan hang.


    Yan Hang is also in a bad mood.


    So free and unrestrained Yan hang, will also be in a bad mood?


    "You What''s the matter? " Junior one asked in a low voice.


    "Talk to my dad in the evening." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi looks at him with a piece of meat, but he doesn''t understand.


    "There are some things you want to know, but you are afraid to know," Yan hang said while eating pizza. "You think it''s best not to know, but you really don''t know, and you don''t think it''s true to live. If you know, it may be empty."


    The first day of junior high school was stunned for a long time, but he didn''t understand what Yan hang said: "if you speak Chinese, you can speak the same as English and Chinese."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughs, "illiterate."


    "I was in junior high school, middle school," junior one said, "illiterate."


    Yan hang couldn''t stop laughing. He leaned back in his chair for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school looked at him and thought that Yan hang had a good laugh and looked very happy.


    Why can you still be in a bad mood.


    When he made a sandwich for himself to eat, he heard footsteps outside the door. He went up to the cat''s eye and looked out. He saw the first day of junior high school who was rubbing his head against the soles of his shoes on the edge of the steps.


    But Yan hang almost didn''t recognize that this was the first day of junior high school. He didn''t wear the same school uniform for ten thousand years. He wore a sports suit.


    Yan hang didn''t open the door directly. While eating a sandwich, he watched junior one from the cat''s eyes with great interest.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t know if he was stepping on the excrement. He rubbed the sole of his shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, he pulled his feet up against the wall and looked at the sole of his shoes.


    After looking at the soles of his shoes, he was stunned for a while, straightened up, pulled the sleeve of his coat, bent down and pulled the leg of his trousers, then reached over and knocked on the door.


    "Who." Yan hang took a bite of his sandwich.


    "First day of junior high school." The first day of junior high school.


    "Who is the first day of junior high school?" Yan hang asked.


    "To take you, to see, to see the doctor." Junior one said.


    "Go away," Yan hangle said. His reaction was amazing many times on the first day of junior high school. "I want to see something."


    "Loss, amnesia," the first day of junior high school solemnly replied, "open the door, do not taboo, avoid medical treatment."


    Yan hang opened the door with a smile: "have you never had a chance to be a liar? If you catch me, I will be a loser."


    "Yes," ChuChu nodded and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Run, run, eat?"


    "Who knows when you''ll come," said Yan hang. "I haven''t had dinner yet."


    "Then..." Junior one hesitated, "why don''t you take a walk first?"


    "It''s OK," Yan hang drank water, "just a small sandwich. If you feed it to the cat, it will be rejected by the cat. It''s too small."


    Junior one stands at the door and smiles.


    "Come on in, I''ll change." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered but didn''t move.


    "Did you step on the shit?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s the matter with you," said Yan hang. "I just saw you rubbing endlessly at the door."


    "You steal, you peek, me?" I was a little surprised.


    "Well, what''s the matter," Yan hang nodded. "I''ve been watching it for a long time."


    At the beginning, he was stunned, sighed and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed the bottom of my shoes, rubbed them, rubbed them, and made a hole."


    "You didn''t rub a hole," said Yan hang. "You just had a hole There are my shoes. Try them on. Don''t run off the bottom of your broken shoes later. ""Well." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes on the side and put on one.


    "Big?" Yan hang asked, "I have insoles here."


    "A little bit." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He went back to the room and turned over. He found a pair of insoles and gave them to junior one: "this one is very thick. If it doesn''t work, I''ll get another pair."


    "No, not much." I''m a little embarrassed.


    Yan hang looked at the shoes he had changed. Although the shoes were old, the soles were thick, and they were worn out?


    "Don''t you say you have new shoes?" He used to pick up the shoe that he had seen before the first day of junior high school.


    "Half a year, half a year," the first day of junior high school said softly, "it seems small, small."


    "You can grow so much in half a year?" Yan hang put down his shoes. The soles of the shoes were very worn, but the reason for the holes was that he stepped on something or stopped in a hurry.


    This waste is supposed to be thrown out again.


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 Chapter 92

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    ¡­¡­ It''s very embarrassing.


    He gave his father a look in the eye. Just as he was about to switch the topic, the first day of junior high school finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


    Yan hang and his father didn''t have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.


    The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."


    "Easy." After the first day of junior high school simply answered, he turned on the tap of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.


    Yan hang went to lean against the wall and looked at him: "relax. This is my home, not yours."


    The first day of the first day of junior high school was washing the dishes quickly. After a while, he said softly, "I''m used to it."


    Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.


    "You don''t want to be shameful," Dad looked at him, "and let the guests do the dishes like this? If you don''t do it, don''t even look around? "


    "I''m afraid he''ll break the bowl when he''s nervous." Yan hang said.


    "It''s a very interesting child, let the family develop like this," the father sighed, "if this is my son..."


    Dad looked at him, tut A: "it seems that also raise not how?"


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "so don''t boast about yourself."


    "Will he stay here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.


    "I can''t stay. Every time I get there, I have to run home," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Even if I didn''t send the oil back today, I didn''t even go home to eat. I guess I will be cleaned up when I go back."


    "Hey," Dad sighed. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He felt it out and looked at it. "I''ll go out."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street."It''s done." He went to Yan hang and said something.


    "Hard work," Yan hang said, "you didn''t go home for dinner, are you ok?"


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    Yan hang looked at him and found that he was looking out.


    "Sit down?" Yan hang gave way and made room for him.


    The first day of junior high school, I jumped and sat up.


    They sat in front of the street for a while, looking at him: "a few, a few, a few..."


    "Quack quack." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning, he was stunned and laughed.


    "Quack?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "A few years ago," Chuyi said with a smile, "your name is..."


    "My mother''s name is not Yan Jidao," Yan hang said. "Don''t listen to my father''s nonsense. He doesn''t say a word of serious things all day long."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school still laughed, "uncle is very good, fun."


    "Not bad." Yan hang said.


    "My dad doesn''t, he doesn''t say much, he doesn''t talk much." Junior one said.


    "Then you are poor, aren''t you?" Yan hang asked.


    "It may be. It''s suffocating." Junior one is very serious.


    Yan hang said with a smile: "you''re funny. Normally..."


    "No, no one''s talking to me. Talk to me." Junior one said.


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, touched a cigarette and took it out.


    I didn''t touch the lighter in my pocket for a long time. When I wanted to look back to see if I was throwing it on the tea table, the first day of junior high school had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the windowsill, took the lighter on the tea table and handed it to him.


    "Fuck," Yan hang couldn''t help, "are you a long-term worker at home?"


    "My mother is very, very busy. I''m tired when I go home." I didn''t jump on the windowsill on the first day of junior high school, and my arm was lying on the windowsill.


    Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    "That''s..." Junior one pointed to the street, "your shoes, shoes?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put beside the garbage can, "yes."


    "No, I want it?" Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.


    "It''s dirty," said Yan hang. "Besides, it''s old. It''s been worn for a year."


    "Nb, but I''m sorry." The tone of grade one is full of heartache.


    Yan hang took a look at the door. Today, he was wearing the same pair of old street shoes as before, but He made a visual inspection. He should not be able to wear his own shoes.


    "Otherwise," Yan hang took out his mobile phone, "junior one, you..."


    Those girls like the first day of junior high school very much. They make the first day of junior high school appear on camera several times. It''s estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If anyone is crazy and brushes a yacht, they can even change their clothes.


    On the first day of junior high school, not only are the shoes so old that people are speechless, but also the clothes on the body are school uniforms all the time, and some places are washed transparently.


    "No, no," Chuichi quickly understood his meaning and reached out to stop him, "No."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "I have, I have shoes, new ones." Junior one said.


    "And you wear them every day?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s not bad," Chuyi added with a smile. "Tomorrow, it will be changed."


    Yan hang didn''t insist any more, but he didn''t quite understand: "do your parents have a job?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school nodded, "but when my mother went to work, the water station and water station closed down. My father drove and drove for people."


    "That shouldn''t be..." Yan hang even more did not understand, "driving how also has several thousand yuan a month?"


    "Well," he said, holding his chin, "I don''t know."


    Yan hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang.


    He straightened up abruptly, as if he was frightened. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After a long time, the mobile phone reluctantly connected the phone.


    "Hello?" He whispered.


    Yan hang saw that the caller ID said dad.


    "I''m at my classmate''s home," he said to his father on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat Buy the oil, buy it, I''ll go back in a minute. "


    After hanging up the phone, junior one didn''t have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran to the door.


    "Tell you to go home?" Yan hang jumps off the windowsill.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said with a sorry smile, "my mother is angry."


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll go back with you. "Yan hang was a little sorry. After all, he asked the first day of junior high school to come home to drink oil." I''ll explain it to your mother. "


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "don''t worry."


    Yan hang said something behind him, but he didn''t hear it clearly. He hurried away with the oil bucket. After he was sure that Yan hang couldn''t see him, he ran.


    Dad''s back. It''s OK to go back now. Dad will speak for him.


    My mother probably won''t say anything. In general, my mother treats him as nonexistent except asking him to do something. Grandma is the one who worries him most.As he turned the corner and ran to his building, someone came out on a bicycle. As he passed by, the man on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.


    The first day of junior high school was unprepared. With oil in his hand, he fell to the ground.


    "Oh, the stake is so unstable?" The man in the car said a word.


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little surprised to hear this voice. I turned my head and took a look at it. I made sure that it was Liang Bing who would walk around when I was young.


    Except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. The first day of junior high school always thinks that it''s God that he hasn''t gone to prison when he is in his twenties.


    However, Liang Bing hasn''t come back for two or three years. He always thought Liang Bing would not appear again. Unexpectedly, he ran into Liang Bing again without any preparation.


    "Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school talked, got up, patted his pants, and continued to run with oil.


    "I''ll see you in two days!" Liang Bing laughed and yelled at the back.


    When he took the key, he found that his left palm had scratched a large piece of skin when he was just supporting the ground. He nervously raised his hand and looked at his sleeve. There was a hole in his elbow.


    He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and opened the door lightly.


    The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the light is not on, you can''t see clearly.


    He went into the room, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he heard grandma''s voice.


    "You''re back in the fuckin ''wave!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn''t stop a plastic cup filled with water that grandma smashed. It hurt my forehead.


    Fortunately, it''s not my grandfather''s stainless steel one.


    "It''s normal to go to a classmate''s home for a meal," my father came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "If you don''t come back for dinner next time, remember to tell the family."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "Waiting for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it Grandma came over, pushed dad away and slapped him on the back.


    "You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I''m addicted to beating people!"


    "What! You are in charge of your mother Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "you won''t teach me to teach for you, and you''re shaking with me!"


    Mom smashed the cup on the table and entered the room.


    "Come on." Dad tried to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened a crack in the door, mom pushed it from inside and closed it again. Without waiting for Dad to screw it again, she locked the lock inside.


    Dad hesitated for a moment and had to turn around to push junior one into the kitchen and close the door.


    Grandma didn''t break into the kitchen and began to scold.


    "You, too. Why did you suddenly go to the classmate''s house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad whispered.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. He didn''t want to talk about her quarreling with others in the street.


    "I bought you a suit, for a while..." Dad took a look at the kitchen door. When grandma''s voice came in, it seemed that the door didn''t exist. "I''ll give it to you after your grandma scolded you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Dad has a good temper, or I don''t know how to sum up my father''s character in junior high school. Since I was young, I never saw my father angry. I always tried in vain to persuade him to fight and make people calm down, but I can''t do anything about it.


    Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and on the first day of junior high school, she stood in the kitchen with her father in a daze.


    Until grandma scolded tired and began to find fault with grandpa in the TV series, Dad patted him on the shoulder: "I''ll take the clothes for you to see."


    I nodded at first.


    Dad went out. He didn''t move for a long time. I guess he couldn''t get into the house.


    As soon as I turned around and looked out of the window, I waited for a while before my father came back to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "come on, try it."


    The first day of junior high school took out the clothes from the bag. It''s a set of sweatshirt. It''s light gray and pretty.


    When he shakes off his clothes, he knows it''s too small, but he still takes off his school uniform and puts them on.


    "It''s like Small? " Dad said awkwardly.


    "Yes." I pulled my sleeve.


    The sleeves are short and the clothes are a little short, but if you don''t zip up, you can make do with it.


    The pants are also short. You can''t bend your legs, or you''ll pull out the legs.


    "My son''s legs are too long." Dad said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Dad is the only one in the family who won''t scold him, beat him and smile at him. But dad doesn''t remember his birthday and what grade he was in. When people ask about it, he tells others that his son is in grade six for three consecutive years.


    So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised."Why don''t you put your trousers here?" Dad said.


    "No," the first day of junior high school said, "you can wear it, thanks, thanks dad."


    "Then be dressed in? Or change it first? " Dad asked.


    "Wear it." Junior one said he didn''t want to change clothes in the kitchen again.


    When she came out of the kitchen, grandma gave a sneer.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to his grandfather''s house. Now there was no one in the house. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. His mother called out: "water!"


    He went back and poured a glass of water into the room.


    "Are you going to eat at your classmate''s house today?" Asked the mother.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to have dinner?" Mother asked again.


    Junior one didn''t answer.


    "Be careful that they will trap you. Maybe they will give you some antidote. You can pull it in a moment." Mother frowned and said.


    Chu Yi turned around and went out into the next room.


    Sitting on the small bed for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.


    Inside is a pair of sports shoes. It''s new. My mother bought them for him during the Chinese new year, because now they are not broken, so he hasn''t worn them.


    -Have you been scolded?


    Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi and then lay down on the sofa.


    I have to go out tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job.


    He didn''t care about the job in the coffee shop, but he had to go out and look for a job. First, he didn''t have much money on hand, and second, he was bored.


    Dad didn''t give him any money recently. I guess he didn''t get any money.


    But Yan Hang is more concerned about today''s dad''s state when he looks at his mobile phone and goes out, which is not the same as usual.


    But he couldn''t figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox couldn''t be seen at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years, and Yan hang could still feel what was wrong.


    The uneasiness of being pressed in my heart for quite a long time and not rising again came up.


    -No


    he got back to him on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looked at the news and couldn''t find a place to talk.


    -Do you always run at night?


    The first day of junior high school sent another message.


    -Well,


    when Yan hang looked at the news he had sent back, he was also in a state of death.


    Fortunately, the first day of junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.


    -I also often run at night


    - I see you can run well


    - are you running today? I''ll take you to run, I know where to run


    - OK, what time, where


    - I''ll call you


    - OK


    Yan hang waited for a while, but he was not talking on the first day of junior high school, so he put down his cell phone.


    As soon as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my cell phone rang again.


    -Do you still have those shoes?


    -¡£¡£¡£¡£ I went to have a look


    Yan hang got up helplessly, and his obsession with these shoes made him feel the impulse to pick up the shoes and wash them.


    -Still


    - can you get it back?


    Yan hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and went out.


    There are a lot of people coming and going on the street. He can only make a quick decision. The longer he grinds by the garbage can, the more attractive he will be.


    However, it didn''t look so good when I walked over and picked up my shoes. Several people saw it.


    What a bullshit! These are my own fuckin ''shoes!


    Yan hang went back to his room and threw his shoes on the ground. He gave a voice to Chuyi: "I''ve got them back."


    -Are you sure you don''t want it?


    "No, just tell me what you want to do," said Yan hang. "It''s not easy for me to go out and pick it up."


    -If you don''t want it, give it to me.


    Yan hang wanted to say that you might be too big, but he didn''t say it in the end. Adding an insole is better than his current pair.


    -OK, you can pick it up in the evening.


    - OK, thank you.


    looking at the serious Reply of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang fell back on the sofa: "ah..."


    If he turns on this gear, it will take him less than five minutes to run on the riverside road if he doesn''t step on the pit and fall down.


    Just looking at the starting posture of shayazi No.1 scurrying down the road to the side alley, Yan hang knew that he would catch up with him in 30 seconds.


    As soon as No.1 ran into the Hutong, Yan hang had caught up with him.


    The prince in the wind.


    However, No. 1 was very involved in running, and he didn''t look back, and didn''t find that Yan hang was behind him.


    Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.


    But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.


    The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


    When he let go, number one sat on the ground.


    This knee he didn''t use force at all, it was all inertia.


    Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don''t hurt people.


    So number one didn''t get hurt, but it hurt.


    I must still feel like vomiting.


    "Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.


    No. 1 didn''t make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.


    When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.


    "I''m asking you something." Yan hang said.


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 Chapter 93

    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


    On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.


    A few low laughs came from behind.


    It should be a pushpin. He''s very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn''t look back at the first day of junior high school, and he didn''t touch the chair and his back. He just fell on the table.


    There is no reaction at this time, any reaction that can attract their attention will make things continue.


    It''s best if you can be invisible.


    This little wish, he said to tree hole, has not obtained this ability for many years.


    When the class bell rang, the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed to the door. Now they were hungry. Most of them were in a hurry to go home or eat at the door.


    When several people passed by him, they patted him on the head. On the first day of junior high school, they ignored him, put the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.


    Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.


    Sure enough, a pushpin was stuck there by tape.


    At the beginning of the new year, I picked out a thumbtack and pressed it on the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nail, I threw it into the drawer.


    When I got out of the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher''s office, the road was blocked."Where''s your boss?" Li Zihao asked.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound, didn''t look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.


    "Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao''s good friends blocked his way back.


    He sighed and stood still.


    "Come on, let''s go home together." Li Zihao pushed him to the school gate.


    Although the first day of junior high school is not very willing, but they are still a few people all the way to the school gate.


    He didn''t care much about what would happen next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store and buy a notebook.


    It seems that there is no chance.


    "Aren''t you arrogant?" After Li Zihao left the school, he gave him a push.


    Junior one wants to say that I''m not arrogant. When did I become arrogant? Isn''t Yan hang arrogant Li Zihao is really not a boss. He can''t even find the right target.


    Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "your boss didn''t mean to cover..."


    Before he finished, he was interrupted by a whistle from the front.


    This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan hang, the first day of junior high school has never heard anyone around him who can whistle so cleanly.


    Li Zihao was about the same as him. When he heard the whistle, he stopped.


    The first day of junior high school, I raised my eyes and looked forward. There was a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.


    Sports pants, masks, elbows in the legs, are leaning to look this way, holding a mobile phone is facing this side.


    "Damn it." Li Zihao expressed his depression in one word.


    The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant. He didn''t know whether Yan hang was here to "cover him up" or just shoot a video or broadcast it directly.


    After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued.".


    Just like this, until Yan hang put his mobile phone back in his pocket and gently tilted his head towards him, he bowed his head and walked quickly.


    Yan hang jumped down from the railing, didn''t say anything, turned around and went straight ahead.


    Junior one bowed his head behind him.


    When he got to the intersection, Yan hang thought about taking junior one to the noodle shop he went to with his father that day to have something to eat. Junior one behind him said, "here, here."


    "Well?" Yan hang looks back at him.


    "I''ll go this way," Chuyi pointed to the right side of the road, opposite to his way home. "Thank you."


    Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan hang couldn''t understand what the first day of junior high school said. He pointed to himself: "you go there, what about me?"


    "Go home." Junior one said.


    Yan hang glared at him and said after several seconds, "do you believe I''ll smoke you now?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    ¡°¡­¡­ What are you doing over there? " Yan hang asked.


    "Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of junior high school.


    "Pen and notebook?" Yan hang Leng Leng, almost speechless, after a while he just waved, "let''s go, I''ll go with you."


    "Notes, Ben." The first day of junior high school.


    "Ah Yan hang looked up and yelled, then sighed, "I know, it''s a notebook, there''s no pen."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    Every time he went to a new place, Yan hang would be bored for a few days. He didn''t know what to do to pass the time.


    However, he would meddle in the business of the first day of junior high school, and would specially come to wait for the first day of junior high school to finish school. He would endure the occasional irritability of the first day of junior high school, not all because of boredom.


    Dad always hoped that he could "contact" more people. Every time he worked, he would be able to contact a lot of people as an answer. In fact, he knew why dad said that.


    He has no friends.


    However, he didn''t seem to have the conditions to make friends for the internal reasons. Dad knew that, so he just talked about it every time, and then he didn''t talk about it any more.


    The first year of junior high school is the most interesting one among the few people he has met in the past two years, except for his colleagues and landlords.


    Junior one took him to a small stationery shop, stopped to see him: "here."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "I''ll wait for you outside. You''ll treat me to dinner later."


    "I have no money." Junior one said.


    "Ten yuan is enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school answered and turned to enter the shop.


    Yan hang looked at the shop. There was a stool beside the cash register. He carried the stool out and sat at the door to see the scenery.


    The boss poked his head out of the shop and looked at him. He looked at the boss and said, "hmm?"


    The boss didn''t speak and went back to the store.


    Stationery shop for people who have difficulty in choosing should be regarded as hell. I don''t know if there is such a disease in grade one, but I have to choose for a while.


    Yan hang took out his mobile phone to see the news. As soon as he lit up the screen, a figure stood next to him.He looked up and saw that it was the first day of junior high school. He was holding the notebook he had bought.


    "So fast?" Yan hang Leng Leng, "you are not without the choice of difficult disease, you are simply blind, right? If you go in and touch it, you''ll get it. "


    "Why don''t you," Chuichi looked at him, "sit down, sit down for a while."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Are you always bullied because you don''t have a good mouth? " Yan hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, said thank you to the boss, and then came out to rush to the first day of junior high school and said, "let''s go and eat."


    Junior one did not make a sound, continue to follow him.


    Yan hang said that let the first day of junior high school treat, that is to say, he is going to find a place to eat. If the first day of junior high school is willing, he will eat together.


    All the way back in silence, to the door of the beef noodle shop, the first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of ten yuan in his pocket and handed it over: "here you are."


    "What for?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "You eat noodles." Junior one said.


    "You see?" Yan hang asked.


    "Go home." Junior one said calmly.


    Yan hang looked at him for a long time and then asked, "are you from the earth?"


    "Fire, Mars," Chuichi said with a smile, "big I''m afraid


    Yan hang had no temper, took the money in his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the shop: "ten yuan is not enough."


    "Plain, ten, ten." The first time I saw it, I said it without looking at it.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I can''t live without meat. " Yan hang said.


    The first time I thought about it, I waved to him: "come on."


    Yan hang followed him, walked out of the street, turned into an alley, and couldn''t help asking, "where are you going?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and then walked forward for a while. He raised his hand and pointed to a small shop beside him: "look."


    Yan hang turned around.


    It''s also a beef noodle shop. It''s a little bit shabby and much smaller than the previous one. The cashier''s desk is all at the door, and it says 10 yuan for beef noodle.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll fuck you. " Yan hang was completely speechless.


    "Meaning, meaning or not, outside?" The first day of junior high school said, "don''t be surprised..."


    "Shut up." Yan hang said.


    When junior one is going to buy beef noodles, Yan hang reaches for his arm and says, "junior one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks back at him.


    "I''m kidding," said Yan hang. "I''m kidding. I''m kidding. I''m kidding."


    "Ah?" The calm expression of the first day of junior high school has changed, and the tone is full of sudden realization, "Oh..."


    "You go back." Yan hang leaned back to a tree, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and put one in his mouth.


    I raised my eyes and found that junior one was still looking at him.


    "What are you looking at?" said Yan hang. "I''m scared."


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "Thank you. Thank you twice." Yan hang lights his cigarette.


    "No, no more, no more," Chuichi whispered. "School."


    Yan hang glanced at him.


    "Another year and a half," the first day of junior high school said, "you go every day, every day, don''t you?"


    Yan hang suddenly didn''t know what to say.


    Chuyi smiles and turns around.


    Yan hang leaned under the tree to finish smoking before he patted his clothes and walked back slowly.


    The first day of junior high school made him feel bad.


    When I got home, my father was making dumplings.


    "Come on, how did you make that kind of goldfish dumpling last time?" Dad said.


    Yan hang washed his hands, sat down at the tea table, took a dumpling skin, made a goldfish dumpling and put it in front of his father.


    "What? Have you not gone out to be a messenger of justice? " Dad looked at him. "Failed?"


    "Ah," Yan hang answered with a smile, "yes."


    Dad did not speak, took a piece of dumpling skin to learn him to wrap the goldfish slowly.


    "Lao Yan," Yan hang leaned back on his chair and looked at him. He touched his pocket and forgot to return the ten yuan he had given to junior one. "Have you ever seen someone who can accept his life with special ease and is not affected at all?"


    "You." Dad said.


    "I''m not calm," Yan said. "I just look indifferent."


    "How do you know if someone else is not," he said with a smile, "who really has no idea."


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    "Did you look for a job this morning?" Dad asked.


    "Yes, take Yan Jidao''s ID card." Yan hang said.


    "How''s it going?" Dad asked with a smile.


    "I''ll go to work tomorrow," said Yan hang. "It''s very close. It''s a coffee shop next to 846."


    "How did you say it was so smooth?" Dad asked.


    "That''s it. I asked if you could recruit people. People said what you could do. I said I could do all the food you eat here." Yan hang said."Very good, what we want is this shameless bravado," Dad nodded, "and then?"


    "Let me make cheesecake, and I''ll do it," said Yan hang. "Then the boss asked me if I want to go to the kitchen?"


    "You say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After a short silence, he was happy with his father and giggled for a long time.


    "You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said while he was happy.


    "I''m only 17 years old," Yan hang said, putting his legs on the tea table. "It''s just a forced act."


    Dad kicked his leg off the tea table.


    "Age." Yan hang said.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, my grandparents and my mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother''s face was very gloomy.


    In his memory, his mother hardly ever laughed. Most of the time, she kept a downward expression on the corner of her mouth. With the growth of age, when the law lines were connected with the corners of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.


    "There are dumplings in the fridge. Go and cook them." Seeing him come in, mom said.


    "Well." On the first day of junior high school, I put down my notebook and put a pile of shoes on the shoe rack. Then I went into the kitchen.


    "There''s no water station at all?" Asked my grandfather.


    "It''s the news this month, but now it''s all gone," my mother said. "What else can I do?"


    Junior one in the kitchen while boiling water to prepare dumplings, while listening to the living room.


    My mother has been working in a water station. Last month, the water station said that business was bad. After half a month''s holiday, my mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. Now it should be yellow.


    "Er Ping said that she would introduce her job to you. Did she?" Grandma asked.


    "Let me go to their kindergarten to be a nurse," my mother said in an angry tone, "don''t you mean to annoy me! Is there anyone who does this? "


    "She''s a teacher and you''re a nurse?" "What the hell!" he cried


    "She didn''t say they were recruiting kindergarten teachers before! How come it''s a conservation job for my family! " Grandma was very dissatisfied with the voice, "clearly bullying people ah!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I closed the door of the kitchen and stood by the stove, watching a pot of water.


    When the water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.


    If you remember correctly, he went to the opposite supermarket to buy it, at least three months ago.


    He looked in the fridge and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said these two bags.


    He had to take these two bags of dumplings apart and have a look. The dumplings have been glued together.


    He hesitated to open the kitchen door and poked out his head: "dumplings are very good, for a long time."


    "How long can it last! It''s not bad, "my mother frowned." it''s ok if you can eat. Which childe are you so particular about? You should go to your aunt''s house. "


    The first day of junior high school, without making a sound, returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.


    When the water was boiling, he took out his mobile phone and exchanged ideas with it for a long time. He made an expression in his circle of friends.


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    Yan hang heard about his mother for the first time, but these things have been pressing on his father for more than ten years.


    It was so long that he didn''t seem to know how to express it. He could only drink a lot and finally fell asleep on the table.


    Yan hang sat at the table, looking at a table of dishes and the empty wine bottle in front of his father.


    This "chat" didn''t last half an hour.


    But he felt empty.


    He knew his mother was dead, but he didn''t think it was in this way.


    It''s so sudden, unprepared and unprepared. It''s even like a passer-by in a movie, who has no sense and can''t see his face clearly.


    A somewhat simplistic accident.


    In addition to close relatives, I''m afraid that in the past ten years, even if it''s a pending case that hasn''t caught the murderer, few people will remember it.


    Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.


    After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.


    "Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."


    Yan hang doesn''t have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".


    And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn''t remember it any more.


    But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.


    When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.


    Dad didn''t sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.


    Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking."Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.


    "Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It''s hard to sleep on your stomach."


    "How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."


    "It''s all like this, so don''t be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.


    "How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."


    Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father''s arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."


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 Chapter 94

    Since he left home, he knew that he could only rely on himself and that part-time jobs could not be stopped. This was his insistence. Without income, he was more upset than being expelled from school, even if he knew that Yan hang would not let him starve to death.


    However, he was very grateful to Yan hang. Yan hang never said that you should use my money. Generally, he only said that you should borrow it, and he would tell you when to pay it back.


    From time to time, he would force him to ask for a gift and force him to treat him. Although he would feel sorry for the money that Yan hang had spent inexplicably, he would also feel very satisfied.


    On New Year''s day, the people in the dormitory pooled money for the teachers to buy gifts, and he also gave them a hundred yuan.


    People who used to be reluctant to buy more than a dozen yuan of scald cream can now wave their hands without taking 50 yuan as money No, no, fifty dollars is still very valuable


    Su bin didn''t take part in the activities of buying gifts in the dormitory, and everyone didn''t care about him. A group of people gathered money and gave the matter of buying gifts to Zhou Chunyang. He is very experienced in such things.


    Zhou Chunyang bought lipstick for the female teacher, while the male teacher bought cigarettes.


    "Is lipstick OK?" Gao Xiaoyang is a little worried, "what if it''s not the color she likes?"


    "You also know the color code," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile. "The teacher''s wechat has been added for so long. Usually, there will be some information. Most of the lipsticks you like will be sent to the circle of friends to sigh. Just click that to buy them."


    "What about our new year''s party?" Hu Biao asked.


    "Let''s not say that the first day of junior high school is going to perform quick disassembly and assembly of the engine." Gao Xiaoyang said.


    "Go away." Junior one said.


    "Wu Xu can play the accordion," Li Ziqiang said, "just go up and play a song, right?"


    "I''m alone?" Wu Xu said, "how nervous that is. What if I shiver in the middle of the pull..."


    "It''s not right for you to say that," Zhou Chunyang said. "I''m sure I won''t shiver after half pulling. You should say, what if I can''t pull it out."


    "Take it with you, seru." Junior one said.


    "Kaisai Damn, "Wu Xu Leng Leng," you are so... "


    A group of people became a group and expressed their willingness to pay Wu Xu to buy Sailu.


    After the blind fun, we still reached a consensus that Wu Xu should not bear the common pressure of 403 alone. They will come to power together.


    Su bin won''t join in when he pays for things for the teacher, because Zhou Chunyang''s character doesn''t say that there is no su Bin''s share when he gives a gift to the teacher, but Su bin will take part in the performance on stage. After all, you can see whether he has participated in the dormitory activities.


    There are still a few months to practice, and the people in the dormitory are too lazy to compete with Su bin.


    I was very excited on the first day of junior high school. I immediately called Yan hang and made a report.


    On New Year''s day, Yan hang was so busy that he couldn''t walk to the ground. He did odd jobs for the boss and helped him make simple cold dishes and snacks when he was too busy.


    Although he was very busy, he didn''t complain. The more the boss threw all the work to him, the more opportunities he had, and he couldn''t let it go once.


    This is probably the most serious thing he wants to do well after 20 years of laziness.


    Today, on the first day of junior high school, their school is going to hold a party, and on the first day of junior high school, it is said that this is his first official stage performance in his seventeen year native dog career.


    "Once upon a time, the whole class was singing in chorus," the first day of junior high school said. "Everyone got on and went up. As a result, there was only one less seat in that fight, so I was called down."


    It should be a very important thing for the local dog who can get rid of even one less position in the chorus by the teacher.


    Yan hang asked Chuyi to find someone to record a picture and send it to him after the performance.


    Before the first day of junior high school, I sent him a message that I was going up. I was very nervous.


    Yan hang didn''t look at it either. He didn''t turn on his mobile phone until he was busy at noon and had a rest. He saw several messages from the first day of the new year and videos of their performances.


    -After the performance,


    - I''m so nervous. I seem to turn around again when I go on stage.


    - but the effect is still very good. Many people clap and scream.


    - there are also many videos, which will be sent to us at that time.


    - when you get off work, go to the store and wait for me, I''ll treat you to a barbecue.


    Yan hang laughs, the people in their dormitory How many people can clap and scream for such a show? There have to be many other shows.


    403 it seems that none of the gang has any literary and artistic talent. Wu Xu can play the accordion to make a lasting friendship. Even if he can play a more complicated one, it''s estimated that they can''t be accompanied by a few accompaniment singers The first day of junior high school, who only knows how to count ducks, can sing. Has friendship lasted forever?


    Yan hang quickly started the video. This is a great historical moment.


    The video is recorded from the newspaper. The host is a beautiful girl who doesn''t speak clearly but has a good figure. When she says "dormitory 403, class 1 auto repair", the whole audience starts to scream. The scream is mainly female voice.Tut.


    Yan hang immediately understood how the so-called program effect was very good.


    This scream is obviously aimed at the first day of junior high school and Zhou Chunyang.


    Tut tut.


    Yan hang immediately wanted to reach into the video to pick out Zhou Chunyang who was walking on the stage.


    Wu Xu was sitting in the middle with an accordion in his arms. It took the remaining seven people almost a minute to push me and stand a semicircle behind Wu Xu.


    "Oh, why didn''t brother Gou stand with Chunyang?" The person who recorded the video said something regretfully.


    Actually found a little girl to help record video, but also a CP powder!


    Tut!


    Yan hang once again felt that it was imperative to beat Zhou Chunyang.


    Last time I played Su bin, I should have pulled Zhou Chunyang out.


    Music began to appear in the video, and the radio of mobile video was not very good, but Wu Xu was still playing the piano. Although he couldn''t hear exactly what level he was playing, there were quite a few people at the bottom.


    After the prelude, the chorus began.


    I''m sure I haven''t rehearsed much before. I can''t even get in.


    Seven people, uneven points at least three before they all opened the mouth, and then Wu Xu had to slow down the pace of adjustment, just with the chorus part.


    It''s not out of tune, but I can''t tell who is who.


    Miraculously, Yan hang did not hear the song of chanting sutras on the first day of junior high school.


    Of course, it may be drowned by the screams. The video is full of screams. The girl who took the video is probably very excited. She even shouts and jumps and waves with her mobile phone. There are several scenes that make Yan hang want to get carsick.


    After watching the video, Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi.


    -After watching it, the effect is good


    - right! The girls who play piano in kindergarten are very good, and they don''t have as much applause as us!


    Idiots, of course not, people that is a girl, there is no CP!


    -Didn''t hear your chanting?


    -I didn''t say it aloud. I went up to my mouth and shook it.


    Yan hang laughed at the news.


    After work, he went directly to the milk tea shop. When he saw that he was making milk tea for customers, he still wanted to laugh.


    "Hangge," shell said when she saw him, "did you send the puffs?"


    "Why are you so greedy," Yan hang said with a smile. "It''s only after new year''s day that you have time to do this."


    "It''s OK. I''ll reserve eight, four for me and four for Xiaoqi." Shell said with a smile.


    "All right." Yan hang nodded.


    On the first day of junior high school, I made milk tea and came over with a smile


    "It''s great," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Brother dog, come here and give me another shake."


    At the beginning of the new year, without hesitation, he immediately began to shake left and right: "that''s it."


    Yan hang couldn''t help laughing. He pressed his voice: "OK, silly dog."


    Today, the business of the milk tea shop is also very good. In order not to affect others, but also convenient to talk with junior one, Yan hang didn''t go to the table to sit down, so he just leaned against the bar and drank the milk tea slowly.


    After drinking a glass, he knocked on the table: "another glass of rose taro, large glass of room temperature and half sugar."


    Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he said, "you still pay."


    "Two big glasses," Chuichi whispered, staring at him, "it''s almost three or ten! Enough to eat a plate of roast, barbecue


    "Large glass of room temperature half sugar." Yan hang said it again.


    "I''ll be out in a minute. Let''s have a fight." On the first day of junior high school, he took out his mobile phone to scan the code and paid for it. Then he turned around and made a cup of milk tea for him, and put it in front of him, "loser, thing."


    Yan hang did not speak with a smile, took the milk tea and continued to drink slowly.


    I haven''t been to Xiao Li barbecue for a long time. Not only he and Yan hang haven''t been to Xiao Li barbecue for a long time, but Cui Yi hasn''t been to Xiao Li barbecue for a long time. So after work today, they went to Xiao Li barbecue and called Cui Yi out.


    Cui Yi has been busy with Uncle Yan''s case recently. He often meets each other, but he has no time to have dinner together.


    "You two busy people have time for barbecue?" Cui Yi sat down and ordered two large plates of meat first.


    "It''s none of your business." Yan hang said.


    "I''m really not too busy. Your father''s case is not complicated, and it mainly depends on Mr. Liu. I just give him a hand and watch him go all out," Cui Yi said. "Your father asked you to buy him a down jacket."


    "Didn''t you buy it for him?" Yan hang asked.


    "If you want to wear what your son bought," Cui Yi said, "you just can''t make clothes. If you can do it, he will have to let you make a down jacket for him."


    "OK," Yan hang nodded, "I''ll buy it tomorrow."


    "Finish the new year''s Day holiday," Cui Yi said. "He''s not naked."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "How do you arrange the new year?" Cui Yi looked at the first day of junior high school, "go back to see your grandparents?"


    "Well," the first day of junior high school answered, "and then fight, work.""Do you still work during the Spring Festival?" Cui Yi was stunned.


    "Many auto repair shops are short of staff during the new year, and their wages are still high," said Yan hang. "Their teacher asked him to go. How could he miss the chance."


    "The first day of junior high school is really good," Cui Yi said with emotion. "When I was your age, I didn''t have the energy to spend all my time."


    "With my dad?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Cui Yi said with a smile, "but at that time, he was more sensible than me. After all, there was no way out. If he was alone, he would have to beg for food."


    Yan hang was silent. He couldn''t imagine what his father was like.


    "When he comes out, you ask him to tell you what happened in those years," Cui Yi said. "He didn''t tell you before, but now it''s all settled. If you want to ask, he will definitely say."


    "Then I''ll have to ask." Yan hang said.


    "I can write a book," Cui Yi said. "The title of the book is" watch your waves. "


    Yan hang laughed for a long time, picked up the drink and touched the cup with Cui Yi, and then touched it with Chuyi.


    Dad''s half life is very colorful and exciting. He has tasted everything and experienced everything. I don''t know if he can get used to a peaceful life.


    Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    In the year when he didn''t get in touch with junior one, he had a good time Dull.


    He longed for a life like all ordinary people. For him, it was so quiet that it was a little boring. Maybe it was because it was not really peaceful at that time, just buried a lot of things by force.


    Maybe it''s because there is no grade one.


    In fact, the first day of junior high school is not very interesting. He doesn''t have any hobbies, can''t do anything, and can''t even play games. But he doesn''t have any dissatisfaction and doesn''t want him to change his mind.


    Every time he stayed with junior one, he felt that even if he didn''t speak and do nothing, he would not be bored and bored.


    If you can do something, such as playing with hooligans and dogs, even if you have done it countless times, you can still feel fresh, exciting and excited every time.


    It''s amazing.


    One day, if you really take the gun to the battlefield I''m not too excited to breathe.


    But it''s a bit of a hassle to think about it.


    He looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Probably like him, when he first thought about it, he was probably in the state of carrying a gun to the battlefield.


    In this way, the two people with guns protrude from each other.


    So it''s a little tangled.


    When Cui Yi went to order kebabs, the first day of junior high school turned over and asked, "what''s the matter?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "Keep looking, look at me." Junior one said.


    "You are handsome," said Yan hang. "If you want to see it, you can see it. My dog, I can do it if I want to."


    At the beginning, I was stunned. After a while, I responded: "what are you doing to me?"


    "Dry dog." Yan hang poured him some drinks.


    "Good idea." Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut said, squinting at him for a long time: "I find that we have to hold a meeting to discuss it?"


    "Discuss what, what?" First day of junior high school.


    "It''s a question of who does what." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school turned his head and looked at Cui Yi: "you didn''t drink either. How can you be so shameless?"


    "You don''t have the face to say you''re cute," said Yan hang. "I can''t do it without the face yet?"


    "I am Ke, lovely." Junior one said.


    "Then I am..." Yan hang picked up a bunch of mutton.


    "I just want to do it, you." Junior one interrupted him.


    Yan hang glared at him. After a long time, he put the mutton to his mouth and gave him a bite: "let''s have a meeting after the new year, and discuss this matter before your birthday."


    "Before my birthday?" Junior one didn''t understand.


    "You''re going to be eighteen, baby." Yan hang said, "as an adult, I don''t have to bear legal responsibility for what I do to you."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan Hang''s words were very straightforward. After listening to them on the first day of junior high school, he was in a mood of ups and downs, full of emotions and spirits, and could not be calm for a long time.


    But actually want to put this kind of thing out for discussion, also have to discuss a result, this let junior one feel that they are a pair of neuropathy.


    The key point is that he didn''t discuss the direction at all. He only knew a general idea and vaguely understood what was going on, but he didn''t think about how to operate and how to feel.


    Now I have to discuss it. He still stutters when he can discuss something.


    This is Yan Hang''s plot.


    Although he didn''t plan to discuss it, he still wanted to know about it secretly. Yan Hang''s words really successfully aroused his curiosity and Desire.Sometimes the first day of junior high school admires those who are looking for all kinds of resources on the Internet. It seems that there is no content they can''t find, but when it''s their turn, they can''t even summarize a keyword.


    In fact, the easiest way is to ask Zhou Chunyang.


    Zhou Chunyang has been playing with his mobile phone in his cat bed all day. I don''t know what he is looking at. There must be something unsuitable for children.


    But he didn''t ask. It was embarrassing.


    He can only rely on himself.


    Depending on himself, he insisted on it until the winter vacation. He had a comprehensive understanding of this very shameless thing, which made him blush when he thought about it.


    Even when he was making out with Yan hang for at least eight hours, the shameless scene of Yan hang gasping and groaning under his body.


    It''s shameless.


    I don''t know from what time he unknowingly changed from a simple local dog to a coyote waiting for spring to come.


    "Ten clams?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "my grandfather loves it. He loves this."


    Yan hang brought the first day of junior high school to prepare a bag for stuffing the suitcase. In addition to dried clams, shrimps and shredded squid, there are estimated to be ten bags of each kind.


    "I really convinced you," Yan hang said, sitting on the floor. "I asked you to buy some special products for your grandparents today. I didn''t ask you to buy so many. Aren''t you tired?"


    "They love, they love to eat." Junior one said.


    "I really love you," Yan sighed, "so you can take two or three bags back, and then I''ll send the rest for you, so you don''t have to carry it all the way. You have to take a bus when you get out of the airport."


    "Well," Chu Yi nodded, "you are so smart, Ming."


    "Thank you." Yan hang rearranged the dry seafood in the bag, "don''t bring anything when you come back. It''s too troublesome for your grandfather to run and buy, and it''s hard to carry."


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "would you think, me?"


    "This kind of nonsense is asked every day," Yan hang said. "I want to, very much. As soon as you enter the security check, I begin to think about it."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school was very satisfied, "I got off the plane and began to think."


    "Why?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "I''m flying. I''m going to sleep." Junior one said.


    "Shit." Yan hang propped up to him and gave him a kiss on the mouth.


    The first day of junior high school still knows himself very well. He''s not so nervous about flying now. Ten minutes after he got on the plane, he fell asleep. When the plane took off, he woke up again.


    Next to an uncle looked at him: "very powerful ah, brother, has not yet taken off all sleep a round."


    The first day of junior high school, I was a little embarrassed.


    Looking at the clouds outside the window, he reflected that after he had been unable to see Yan hang for several days, he suddenly began to think that he couldn''t do it, and he didn''t feel the decline in his heart.


    I don''t know if Yan Hang is thinking about him now.


    I guess I don''t have time to think about it. At this moment, the kitchen is very busy. Maybe Yan hang will be promoted in the new year. At this time, he doesn''t even dare to smoke at work, for fear that the boss will say that he doesn''t work seriously.


    The first day of junior high school sighed. He had to find a good job and quickly earn money to wrap up Yan hang, so that he would not lose sleep. In case he lost his heart, he would make a mental illness again


    As soon as the plane landed, he sent a message to Yan hang on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang certainly didn''t have time to reply.


    He took the bus directly from the airport to the city bus terminal with his luggage, and then directly got on the bus to my grandfather.


    My aunt went to the south for the Spring Festival this year. There is no aunt here. It seems that there is no reason for him to stay. Even coach he has gone back to his hometown.


    Sitting on the bus, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, I can''t tell what it''s like to be a freshman.


    This city where he has lived for more than ten years is just passing by.


    When the car came to my grandfather''s house, I called my father on the first day of junior high school.


    "Here you are?" Dad asked.


    "Poor, not much, ten minutes," the first day of junior high school said, "you don''t want to let Grandpa pick it up. It''s too cold."


    "He''s gone. I''m making dumplings at home," my father said. "I can''t stop him. He wants to go with you. It''s OK. I listen to the news as if Lao Zhang''s girl went with me."


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "Do you have many things?" Dad asked, "if there are many things, I''ll take a trailer now."


    "No," he said, looking at the thick snow, and the trailer couldn''t pull. "There aren''t many things."


    After I hung up my father''s phone for two minutes, the car slowed down. As soon as I looked out of the window, I saw my grandfather and grandmother in red cotton padded clothes.


    He shouldered the trunk to the door and jumped out of the car first: "grandfather! Grandma


    "Oh, my first day of junior high school!" Grandma stomped her feet to meet her and put her arms around the waist of junior one. "Oh, now this big tall man, grandma can''t hold her neck!"Chuichi half squatted down with a smile: "come on."


    Grandma put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the face.


    "Is it heavy?" Grandfather asked.


    "Not heavy." Pick up the box on the first day of junior high school.


    As he swung his backpack behind him, he heard a girl''s voice: "I''ll take the backpack."


    He was stunned to see a girl standing next to him who was looking at a girl about his age. It was only at this moment that he reacted. He just heard his father mention a girl from Lao Zhang''s family.


    Without waiting for him to make a sound, the old Zhang girl has come to take his bag away from his shoulder.


    "How sensible the girl is." Grandma said with a smile.


    "Ah." The first time I had a chance to catch up with him, I said, "no, I''ll take it myself."


    "I''ll take it for you. It''s OK." The little girl laughed and dodged his hand.


    "I..." I still want to reach out.


    "Nothing! I''ll hold it for you. " The little girl said again, still with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school had to withdraw his hand so as not to make people think that he wanted to rob the bag.


    He looked back at his grandparents, who waved to him to go with the little girl.


    Junior one can only turn around and follow the little girl.


    Very embarrassed and suddenly Not very well.


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 Chapter 95

    Today''s live broadcast of Yan hang, he wanted to watch the live broadcast for a while, but the time was not enough. He came out to buy oil.


    My mother doesn''t buy oil in the supermarket. She wants to go to the vegetable market to buy a large barrel of split packing because it''s cheap.


    The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time. However, he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan hang for a long time. Now if he doesn''t run to the vegetable market again, he will be overtime for a long time.


    Although his mother won''t beat him, he is not willing to face his mother''s gloomy face.


    "Oil?" Yan hang looked at him, "isn''t there any supermarket?"


    "Expensive." Junior one said.


    "To go to the market?" Yan hang asked.


    Just a little bit.


    "Then you go." Yan hang looked at the time.


    The first day of junior high school stood up and looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he didn''t find the word.


    "Well?" Yan hang was puzzled by him. "Don''t tell me there is a pen in the river."


    "No Chuyi started to laugh, turned around and ran down the road.


    The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn''t dare to use it. My mother always signed the pen from the water station, blue, red and black. He had to use it.


    He has hidden this pen all the time. If he didn''t want to thank Yan hang, he would not remember this pen. Maybe he would forget that mobile phone in the future.


    It''s best to forget what you can''t have, or you will feel uncomfortable when you think of it. This is his experience.


    On the first day of junior high school, I run all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel very tired running like this, but I don''t think it''s far away now.


    Probably because the pen was sent out.


    He doesn''t have a chance to give gifts. He won''t call his classmates for birthdays or anything. He will give gifts to his parents I did.


    In primary school, he saved a long time of pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them, and bought a scarf for his mother to make her happy.


    Like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.


    Mom didn''t get it.


    Finally, grandma took the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a big fight. She returned the scarf and bought cigarettes. When she got home, because she didn''t get a refund, she had another fight with grandma.


    After that, he didn''t think about giving any more presents.


    This time, he was determined to give Yan hang a gift.


    Li Zihao throws away his pen. He looks for a pen in the mud. It doesn''t matter to him. What he worries about all the time is that Yan hang doesn''t want it.


    But Yan hang took it and saw with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the smelly mud. He even wiped it with paper without washing it.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Yan Hang is very nice.


    From the vegetable market to buy the oil designated by my mother, the first day of junior high school to carry back.


    When he ran past Yan Hang''s building, he also looked over there. The window of Yan Hang''s living room was facing the street. There was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were closed.


    Maybe Yan hang hasn''t come back yet.


    The first day of junior high school slowed down. The oil was heavy. I was a little tired after running all the way.


    My mother didn''t call to urge him, which means that time is still within the tolerance range But when he turned the corner and could see his own building, he knew why his mother didn''t call him.


    I don''t think so.


    You can hear grandma''s voice from a long distance.


    I can''t hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it on the first day of junior high school.


    All of a sudden, the whole person felt out of breath, and the pace became slower and slower.


    He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart that he would finish the scolding quickly, finish it quickly, and finish it before he went downstairs.


    But just as the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayer in his heart never succeeded.


    And today''s reality is far from his expectation.


    Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.


    Her coat had been taken off, her bare arms were crossed, and she could be seen in white from the crowd.


    On the first day of junior high school, he stopped and leaned against the wall.


    But I didn''t get away from other people''s eyes.


    "First day of junior high school!" Someone called his name with a smile, "you''re not going to get your grandmother home yet!"


    "She''ll take off her pants no matter how late it is!" Someone said with a smile.


    Junior one bowed his head and made no sound.


    He didn''t know what grandma was doing today and who she was fighting with. He only knew that in the eyes of the neighbors, such a scene would be staged once in a few months.


    Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.


    This includes their school.When Yan hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "what''s the smell?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can you still smell it? " Yan hang raised his foot and looked at the sole.


    "Yes," Dad said, "did you fight with someone in the cesspool?"


    "After dinner, don''t lose your appetite." Yan hang took off his shoes and put them next to the garbage can at the door. He saw an old man coming over twice a day to look through the garbage.


    "The people in the class are smart." Dad said.


    "I''m unemployed." Yan hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, he felt the pen in his pocket, hesitated, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then turned in to wash it twice.


    "You can''t get money for a day, can you?" Dad didn''t ask him why he lost his job.


    "Can you get it? It''s not enough for noodles." Yan hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.


    This is a silver pike pen. Although it looks very old, it''s very delicate.


    As a pen, Yan hang has no interest. He doesn''t use a pen much. After all, he only went to primary school. He likes to use a pencil.


    But as a gift, it feels different.


    "What is it?" Dad asked.


    "Can''t you see what this is?" Yan hang shook his pen at him.


    "I can''t believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.


    "It''s from someone else." Yan hang said.


    "For you?" Dad was a little surprised. "Is that the kid you''re talking about?"


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "what would you like to eat at noon?"


    "Pizza." Dad said.


    Yan hang took a look at him.


    "I thought the oven in the kitchen would work, so I bought the materials," Dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I wanted you to make it at night. Now that you''re unemployed, I''ll have it at noon."


    Yan hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.


    "OK," said Yan hang, "I''ll buy some green pepper bacon or something."


    "Another bottle of red wine." Dad added.


    "Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan hang said.


    "Celebrate that you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He opened the door and went out.


    The gift was received.


    Friends?


    First day of junior high school?


    Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friend. He is not very clear about what kind of relationship and how deep it is.


    But junior one, should not be friends.


    Words have not said a few words, friends at least have to be able to chat, let him talk with junior one son estimated to suffocate.


    Go out and turn left. There is a life supermarket along the road. Yan hang has been shopping there these days. It''s quite complete and inexpensive. All the residents in this area are shopping here. It seems that everyone''s income is almost the same. He doesn''t particularly understand that his mother has to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school was very obedient. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil


    It''s a big barrel.


    Yan hang stood at the door of the supermarket, looking at the first day of junior high school coming to him, and the bucket of oil in his hand, almost catching up with the size of the bucket of water dispenser.


    But the direction of junior one is obviously opposite to his going home.


    Yan hang didn''t move. He looked at junior one coming slowly with his head down. He seemed a little depressed. He didn''t have an expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t see him all the time. He just bowed his head and walked forward. As he passed by, Yan hang couldn''t help reaching for his head and bouncing: "ah."


    Junior one turned his head.


    "Don''t you go home?" Yan hang said.


    "Let''s go first, let''s go, let''s go." Junior one said.


    "Walking with oil?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "keep fit, keep fit."


    Yan hang sometimes didn''t quite understand what kind of mentality he was in when he was obviously depressed.


    "Is someone blocking you in front of you?" Yan hang asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "they have a rest at the weekend."


    "Then take a walk." Yan hang didn''t know what else to say, so he turned and entered the supermarket.


    There are many people in the supermarket. Yan hang grabs some green peppers in the crowd and takes a package of laver.


    When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that the first day of junior high school was following him with the bucket of 800 Jin oil.


    "Fuck," Yan hang was startled, "what are you doing?"


    "For a walk." Junior one said.


    "Don''t you come in with this and save it?" Yan hang looked at the oil in his hand. "There''s oil here too. I won''t let you out for a while."


    "This is three, three no," the first day of junior high school turned the barrel, there is no label on it, "it''s OK."


    Yan hang sighed, conveniently took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: "put it in, carry it, I look tired."Chuyi put the oil bucket into the basket and continued to follow him with the basket.


    After taking the red wine, Yan hang continued to look for bacon. Without bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon and so on.


    There must be something happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang didn''t have the habit of asking questions. If he didn''t say a word, he wouldn''t ask. If he was Dad, he wouldn''t even ask.


    When he came out to buy good things, he took a look at the first day of junior high school. It seemed that the first day of junior high school didn''t mean to go home with oil, but he didn''t follow him any more, so he went on.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    I look back.


    "Have you eaten yet?" Yan hang asked a piece of rubbish.


    "Later, drink oil." Junior one said.


    "Go to my house and have a drink," said Yan hang. "I''ll get you a cup."


    "Fang, is it convenient?" First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang found that some aspects of junior high school students were honest. At this time, he didn''t even refuse.


    Very good.


    Dad was a little surprised when he went out to buy a dish and came back with a man carrying oil.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang introduced, "is the child who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."


    "Welcome, I''m Yan Jidao, his father, Yan Shu," his father warmly extended his hand to the first day of junior high school "Oil?"


    At the beginning, he was stunned. He reached out and shook hands with him: "uncle, OK."


    "He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan said. "The first day of the new year, he came to fight."


    In fact, there was nothing to start with. He was just afraid that junior one would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu''s nonsense.


    "Good." On the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the oil bucket, changed the slippers, and then put several pairs of shoes in order.


    Yan hang takes a look at his father, and his father is also looking at him. It''s obvious that the easy move of the first day of junior high school surprised him.


    "Let''s go straight." Yan hang took the mobile phone rack to the desk and put on a mask.


    "Is there anyone to see it?" First day of junior high school.


    "I can''t get through this, can I?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s gone." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang ignored him and adjusted his mobile phone to the materials on the desk.


    Junior one looks at Yan Hang''s hand.


    After someone came in the studio, the screen was brushing all the time.


    Yan Hang''s hands are really beautiful, especially when he moves.


    Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little distracted, not only by Yan Hang''s hands, but also by Yan Hang''s knife work.


    Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every action is flowing, without any unnecessary pause and hesitation.


    The screen is very busy. I took time to take a glance at it.


    -Brother Xiaotian, don''t be so cool. Let''s talk about the steps and essentials.


    - silent cooking series


    - suddenly quit the live series


    - I see anyone else?


    -I also saw


    - someone


    stepped back on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang took a look at him, reached for his mobile phone, turned the camera to him and said, "this is the man."


    -Handsome boy


    - cooking together!!!!


    -I suddenly had an unorthodox guess...


    Did not wait for the beginning of a face of consternation adjustment, Yan hang put the phone back, continue to deal with the material: "baking pan to me."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.


    "There''s nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza," Yan said. "If you want to eat, chop it up, slice the cheese, and bake it."


    Yan hang put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: "after a while, you can eat it."


    The first day of junior high school hasn''t recovered, he has quit the live broadcast.


    "Over, over?" First day of junior high school.


    "There''s another one," Yan hang turned to continue his busy work. "The same content will not be broadcast."


    "No one''s watching anyway," Dad said, leaning over the kitchen door. "Hell, the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don''t even bother to brush presents."


    "Who said that," Yan hang said while cutting green pepper silk, "someone just brushed the plane."


    "Why?" Dad said, "my hand slipped?"


    Yan hang took a look at Chu: "probably The first day of the new year. "


    Dad was happy and laughed for a long time: "this is for junior one."


    "Go out and eat." Yan hang sighed.


    Dad went back to the living room with a smile and continued to watch his local news.


    "You want it, do you want it?" The first day of junior high school asked in a soft voice, as if a little embarrassed.


    "What do you want?" Yan hang was stunned."Face." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I''ve cut you up together?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "I," Chuichi pointed to himself, "my face."


    "You wait," Yan hang put down his knife, holding the desk in his hand, "I''ll understand first."


    "If you, want, want a gift," junior one explains, "you can..."


    "I see," Yan hang interrupted him, looking at him for a long time without saying anything. After putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, "you''re not repaying your kindness, are you?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "You..." Yan hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to go on.


    "No Junior one said.


    "What''s that?" Yan hang asked.


    "You''re not polite, gift," Chuichi whispered, "poor thing."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go away Yan hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, "fuck."


    Junior one leans against the wall and looks at the oven with Yan hang.


    It can''t be said to be repaying kindness, or simply trying to express one''s emotions.


    For Yan hang, some things are not deliberately done, just casual, but for him, the feeling is not the same.


    But he did not dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan hang would be baffled, or that he wanted to seek protection.


    He doesn''t need anyone to protect him. He just wants someone to communicate with him normally.


    Yan hang was able to give him such an exchange. Although he didn''t know how long it would last, he still cherished it.


    After two pizzas were baked, Yan hang made another soup. On the first day of junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.


    Yan hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of grade one. Grade one didn''t ask him where to put the things. It seemed that he didn''t deliberately observe them. But before Yan hang spoke, he had done them all.


    Yan hang can''t say what it''s like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met many people and is very sensitive to many things.


    The first day of junior high school is different from the general discerning children. It gives him the feeling that he can''t find any mistakes carefully and makes everyone satisfied seriously and naturally.


    "Would you like some for the first time?" Uncle Yan opened a red wine.


    "No, not at all." Junior one said.


    "Taste it," Uncle Yan poured him a little, "lick it."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    Except for the memory of going to relatives, classmates or friends for dinner during the Spring Festival, he has no memory.


    And working together in the kitchen, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented, the first bite of pizza, feel very comfortable.


    "Do you live near here?" Asked Uncle Yan.


    "Well," Chu nodded, "go further, forward, Lunan."


    "Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there," Uncle Yan said with a smile, remembering that he touched Yan hang with his arm. "Just when I came back at noon today, I saw an old lady with bare arms and quarreling with others over there. She was very tough, and I didn''t even have fun watching it."


    "Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.


    The first day of junior high school shakes his hand with the pizza.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.


    It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


    "Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."


    "I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.


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 Chapter 96

    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


    "Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.


    If he didn''t have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.


    Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.


    It''s OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can''t.


    He''s going to walk away in a hurry.


    That''s how you see money as Baba.


    I''ve been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn''t save money, so he doesn''t have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.


    His way of making money is to work. He doesn''t know the way his father makes money.


    I''m not willing to find out.


    "Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.


    "Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.


    As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".


    Yan hang looks at her.


    "Don''t do it. Don''t do it. My cell phone There''s no electricity Said the little girl.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything


    "I don''t have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.


    When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.


    He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.


    After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."


    The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee.


    "Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.


    "What?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "It''s the first time I''ve seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said."I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.


    "Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."


    Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.


    "I''ll pay attention next time." He said.


    "Don''t pay attention, it''s very good," said boss Li. "It''s good to sell one more cup of coffee. It''s good to have the spirit of making every penny."


    "Ah." Yan hang nodded.


    Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn''t know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.


    He hasn''t been working this year. He''s not used to standing for such a long time. He won''t be tired after running for two hours. It''s tiring to stand for several hours.


    As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.


    Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.


    This state, he will generally use running to adjust.


    Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it''s very comfortable.


    But it''s not easy to run at this time. It''s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It''s probably just the road by the river that''s full of holes.


    The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.


    No running, no running.


    When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn''t decide whether to run here or not.


    The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".


    After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.


    However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.


    Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.


    And it looks like it''s bending over to find something.


    Treasure hunter?


    Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.


    A second later he froze.


    The treasure hunter is junior one.


    Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn''t plan to have any more contact with the child.


    I didn''t expect it would be like this again.


    He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.


    After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.


    He couldn''t see it any more. He didn''t feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.


    "Ah He called to the bottom.


    There was no response on the first day of junior high school.


    Stuttering is hard to hear.


    Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.


    The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.


    "What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    "Come up!" Yan hang called.


    Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.


    At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.


    "Damn it," Yan hang couldn''t bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not


    The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.


    Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?"


    "East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.


    "You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.


    The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.


    The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It''s not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it''s not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high school


    Yan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road."You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.


    "Yes, I did." Junior one said.


    "What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.


    "Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.


    Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn''t wait until the first day of junior high school.


    He had to add: "notebook ah?"


    "Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.


    "Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.


    Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?


    But


    "You''re just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.


    "Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.


    "Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.


    "Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.


    "Oh." He answered.


    The two fell into silence.


    Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"


    Chuichi smiles and doesn''t speak.


    "Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t speak.


    "Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.


    Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.


    Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.


    "Here you are." He handed over the tissue.


    The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.


    "Don''t you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.


    "I''ve never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.


    Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.


    "First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.


    "Well?" First day of junior high school.


    "Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."


    "Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.


    "I''m stuttering." Junior one said.


    "Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.


    The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."


    Fart.


    Yan hang glanced at him and didn''t ask any more.


    Although it''s not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can''t find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.


    But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.


    But Yan hang didn''t want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn''t have more than five words.


    It''s an exception when you''re talking.


    ¡­¡­ Yan hang couldn''t help but stare at him again.


    It''s amazing.


    After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.


    Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.


    The gold-plated frame can''t hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.


    He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.


    Today, it was still dawn. He didn''t twist his foot and saw the road clearly.


    Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can''t find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.


    All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn''t find it.


    By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.


    One dish, one soup.


    Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.


    "See, it''s called prawn. I''m moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"


    Yan hang nodded, very moved.


    My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can''t remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.


    Today, Dad''s mood doesn''t seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn''t say a word. He just drinks with his head down.


    Yan hang was silent.It wasn''t until the TV news said today''s date that he regained his mind.


    He didn''t remember the date when he went out in the morning.


    On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.


    He didn''t ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.


    These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.


    He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.


    I''ve already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.


    "No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.


    "I''ll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.


    "I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don''t do it. The prawns will die."


    Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.


    When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.


    Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.


    As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.


    Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"


    Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.


    There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn''t know anything.


    Yan hang didn''t know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.


    Scum one and two.


    At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.


    He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.


    No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.


    When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.


    Rubbish! I think I can''t fight and run!


    He was so weak that he didn''t dare to offend him.


    After today''s saying, I thought I could relax a lot. At least I put the question in front of my father, instead of the fact that for so many years, both of them had tacit understanding and ignored the thorn stuck between them.


    But it''s not easy. On the contrary, it adds resistance and uneasiness.


    "Why didn''t you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    "I''d like to invite you. I''d like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.


    "Then why didn''t you say it yesterday and why didn''t you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.


    "Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it''s to prevent, prevent being blocked."


    "Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.


    The first time I saw him: "son."


    "Oh." Yan hang didn''t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.


    "It''s not him," junior one said. "He doesn''t use hide."


    "That''s another one?" Yan hang sighed.


    "Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."


    Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"


    "See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don''t see, it''s OK."


    "Forget your classmates'' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."


    "You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"


    "I haven''t lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I''ll call my dad when I''m going to lose."


    "Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.


    "Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."


    Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.


    Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.


    This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.


    But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.It''s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!


    Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.


    It''s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.


    This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.


    It''s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It''s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.


    He looked out of the window.


    "Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"


    "He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.


    "Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."


    "You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I''ll fry two dishes for rice today."


    "I want to eat Western food." Dad said.


    "You just say you don''t want to cook." Yan hang said.


    "Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."


    "I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.


    "OK, I''ll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."


    "Well, I''ll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.


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 Chapter 97

    If the proportion of v-chapter purchase is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours, Moda ~ so when the boy is chopped at his feet, his face is still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


    "What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


    The old lady''s make-up is about blind. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the seal hall. A shaking black line is pulled to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, she has to start from the right eyebrow peak and finish after a short shiver.


    This kind of strange surreal make-up made Yan hang unable to relax for a long time. No matter what, he couldn''t move his eyebrows.


    "What are you looking at! You''re the only one with eyes, aren''t you? " The old lady took two eyebrows of different lengths and yelled at him.


    Yan hang noticed that the little scum had already run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.


    Before he could recover from his shock and decide whether to go away or stay here, the old lady''s goal shifted again.


    She pointed to the protagonist standing on one side Jun: "you look at your little promising!"


    The protagonist didn''t look at her and didn''t say a word. She threw her schoolbag on her back and left.


    "Where are you going?" With a roar, the old lady went and grabbed his arm. "I''m talking to you. You didn''t hear me!"


    The protagonist is still silent, just back to break her hand.


    "Are you in trouble again?" The old lady''s voice is very loud all the time. There are many people coming and going at this time, and the people nearby are all interested in watching. However, compared with before, the old lady is totally indifferent to the crowd.


    Yan hang wanted to go away, but he thought that he had just claimed that he had covered the man, and now an old lady came out, and he ran away. It seemed that he couldn''t say it.


    Between hesitation can only continue to stand.


    "Waste! I''ll go to your teacher this afternoon! To your headmaster! Like what The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "see if I don''t scold them so much that they kneel down for me!"


    Yan hang changed his mind and decided to go away and cover it again tomorrow. It''s too painful to pestle here. He turned to take his mobile phone and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    When he was about to cross the street and go home, he took a look at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child''s face had disappeared, and his eyebrows were twisted.


    Yan hang walked quickly across the street and went home.


    However, after entering the room, he still stood at the window and looked across.


    The old lady should be the grandmother or grandmother of the protagonist, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows is not comparable to ordinary people.


    Five minutes later, the old lady could cross the street all the way to the house, and the sound finally disappeared.


    The protagonist is still standing in the same place, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.


    Yan hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.


    After landing, I remember that I can walk through the door.


    I was shocked by the old lady.


    Yan hang walked slowly across the street to the protagonist, stopped and took off his mask.


    Only now did he have a chance to look at the child carefully.


    One of the reasons why he was bullied is that he was not tall, but he was very good-looking, especially compared with the old lady just now.


    "To me?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist looked at him and made no sound.


    "What I just said counts," Yan hang pointed back to the building behind him. "I live on the first floor over there. You can come to me if you have something to do."


    The protagonist looked at him again, but still didn''t make a sound.


    This smile made Yan hang a little confused, with a smile in his dark eyes, just like everything had never happened before, or everything seemed not to affect him.


    It''s like his life was.


    "What''s your name?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist Jun looks at him and is still silent, as if he has lost his memory. When he thinks of "go to you, cover a fart" and is ready to turn around and leave, he opens his mouth with difficulty: "Chu, Chu First day of junior high school. "


    "What?" Yan hang Leng Leng, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe add a mental retardation, "I ask you what''s your name, who asked you what grade."


    "Junior, junior two." The protagonist said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also looked at Yan hang.


    After a long time of looking at each other, Yan hang finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand. Your name is junior one, and your name is junior two, right?"


    "Well." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.


    "Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." Junior one continued to nod.


    "And the old lady?" Yan hang asked again. He didn''t ask why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn''t need any reason.


    "I..." Junior one''s eyes darkened, and after a while he said softly, "grandma."


    "Oh," said Yan hang. After that, he felt there was nothing to say, so he waved, "OK, you go home. I''ll go to eat."


    "Your name is "Call," all go out can have ten meters, the first day of junior high school is still behind him, do not hurry to say, "call, call, call..."


    "Yan hang." Yan hang turns back to interrupt him.


    "Yan, Yan..." Junior high school nodded.


    "Hang, Yan hang." Yan hang said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    "Gone." Yan hang turned and walked along the road.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, Grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her 16-year-old dog in her arms.


    Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.


    "Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, my mother said without raising her head.


    "Well." Put down the schoolbag on the first day of junior high school.


    "Trash, there''s nothing in his eyes all day long. He doesn''t move if people don''t say it." Grandma said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. I went into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes.


    "What a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I''m going to be beaten again today! I said to go to school, but he didn''t let me! Rubbish


    "He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.


    "What''s the matter with me?" grandma stood at the kitchen door with her dog in her arms. "What''s the matter with me? Nobody dares to provoke me, you know?"


    "You watch TV!" Mom raised her voice, too.


    Chuyi stares at the dishes in his hand without saying a word. He quickly washes them and puts them on the desk. Then he goes out of the kitchen and enters the room.


    He doesn''t have his own room. This room is my grandfather''s bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth cabinet beside the wall.


    In fact, now he should go to the living room to do his homework. His desk is in the living room, but he is not willing to go there when grandma is there.


    "You don''t do your homework today!" Grandma called in the living room.


    On the first day of junior high school, without making a sound, he quietly went to the living room and sat down. He took out his book from his schoolbag and turned on the desk lamp. He quickly fell on the desk and began to do his homework.But his all-out performance failed to calm Grandma down.


    "Don''t think I can''t see it, white eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your father''s house, don''t you Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I''ll give you food and drink. I''ll rush to farm for others. White eyed wolf!"


    My grandfather didn''t have any land. He just planted some vegetables on the rooftop with flowerpots. The first day of junior high school liked the small vegetable garden very much and helped to water it every time. Grandma couldn''t stand it.


    But the white eyed wolf It should be right to say that he did kiss his grandparents. For grandma, he was a white eyed wolf.


    "Dinner Mom went out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.


    On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen and got up to set up the dining table. Then I took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After I served my mother and grandmother, I sat down and began to eat.


    "His father doesn''t come back?" Grandma asked.


    "Well, there''s something wrong with the team." Mom said.


    "A broken driver, I don''t know, thinks he is the Secretary of the prime minister''s office." Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth.


    "Eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.


    "After dinner, go and buy me a cigarette." Grandma pinched the cigarette off the table.


    He nodded, took the ashtray, pulled the cigarette ends and ashes into it, and rubbed the traces of cigarette ends on the table, but did not rub them off.


    Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrest of the sofa, but also all the flat areas in his home have the burn marks left by grandma when she pinched cigarettes.


    "Smoke less. If you die, you''ll smoke to death." Mom said.


    "Did it cost you money? I know you''ve lost your job and I have a pension myself! " Grandma said, grabbed her cloth bag, took a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of junior one, "take it, buy me cigarettes!"


    Junior one took the money and stood up.


    "I''ll go after that." Mom stopped him.


    "Eat, eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog.


    I sat down and continued to eat.


    "Today, er Ping and some of them want me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "irritating."


    "Where have you been?" Grandma asked.


    "Don''t they just go to some LV or something like that?" my mother tut said, "I''m so angry. If I say no, I''ll have to go."


    "Just because there are two stinky money at home! It''s like stepping on an electric switch all day long, "my grandmother said," sooner or later, it''s all gone! "


    The first day of junior high school, without raising his eyes, he buried his head in eating bitterly, thinking that he would finish eating quickly and go out.


    "Also said to buy a gift for the first day of junior high school, I said I would take it back, not let it, to give it personally," my mother said, "I don''t know what to think."


    "If you can''t give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people''s children," grandma said with a happy tone. "I see, she''s too fat to give birth."


    On the first day of the new year, I ate the rice in the bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up and took grandma''s 100 yuan and went out.


    It''s a bit cold outside, but he feels very comfortable and his breathing is much smoother.


    So every night after he finished his homework, he would come out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights on this side were broken, and the dark lights made him feel very safe.


    I came out a little early today. There were a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall and didn''t want to be seen.


    In the past, people could not avoid being seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when he walked into the store.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandmother?" The boss asked.


    "Well." Hand over the money on the first day of junior high school.


    The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette. He said, "your grandmother has been smoking for 20 years. She hasn''t smoked any other cigarettes."


    "Exclusive." Junior high school nodded.


    The boss put on the cigarette with a smile. He went out with the bag and continued to walk around the wall.


    All the way to the river.


    The river is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, no one will come. It''s too cold in winter, and the river smells sour in other seasons.


    About 20 times on the first day of junior high school, someone passes by.


    It''s a great place for him.


    He often comes here. He has a dedicated tree hole here that has been used for nearly ten years.


    Tree hole is a real tree hole.


    An old Sophora tree by the river has a hole in its trunk.


    From the beginning, I had to step on the root of the tree to get this hole. Now I need to bend down to buckle my face to the tree hole. Junior one said a lot of little secrets and little wishes to it.


    I''ve forgotten many little secrets, and none of my little wishes have come true.


    Probably because the river is sour.


    The first time he looked around, there was no one. He bent down, put his face in the tree hole and closed his eyes.


    Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, so it''s clean all the time. There''s no peculiar smell, and you can smell the smell of wood.


    "I don''t, I don''t want to go to school," the first day of junior high school said slowly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."He sighed, "my mother wants me to go to college."


    "If I can''t pass the exam, I''m sure I can''t," he said gently on the bark. "I just, just I don''t want to read. "


    This kind of unresponsive talk, every time on the first day of junior high school, you have to talk for at least a few minutes, and then you will feel a lot more relaxed.


    It''s the same today. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.


    The stretch was only half done, and he held his arm up and froze.


    There was a man standing next to him.


    Wearing sportswear and running shoes, wearing masks.


    It''s the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him later.


    Yan hang.


    "You..." Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school. For a moment, he didn''t know what to say. He was shocked when he saw a puckering man growing on the tree in the middle of the run, but he was still the first day of junior high school.


    "Put down your arms first," said Yan hang. "I don''t have a knife, either."


    Junior one put down his arm.


    "You..." Yan Hang still didn''t know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn''t help laughing at the impression on his face.


    At last, he went to the tree trunk, looked at it and found that it was a big hole.


    "Did you dig it?" Yan hang turned his head and asked junior one, "it''s so suitable for your face."


    "No," the first day of junior high school replied, "I''m big, big, and many faces."


    "The average hole is right." Yan hang said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "do you have many secrets here?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ How can you prove that it''s a prawn when it''s all diced Dad''s not happy.


    "Don''t you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.


    "No Dad replied quickly.


    "It''s shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.


    "Well, it''s acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I''ll go to work later, right?"


    "Half past ten." Yan hang said.


    "I''m going on a visit?" Dad asked.


    "Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"


    "No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.


    "He''s not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.


    "I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.


    Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.


    Yan hang doesn''t quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.


    The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it''s all about bits and pieces. It''s like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.


    But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn''t have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.


    The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village


    "I''m going." Yan hang put on his coat.


    "Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn''t care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.


    After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.


    He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn''t notice the date and time.


    These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can''t even determine the year.


    But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.


    Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.


    Because it''s the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.


    When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss''s surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people''s design. He just didn''t know why he couldn''t think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.


    "How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "


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    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Moda''s mother went out today and followed him: "are you still going? What are you doing here? "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Mom ignored him and left on her bike.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.


    Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


    How to fight?


    Yan hang hit Li Zihao?


    I was a little surprised.


    "You give him a message. If my father didn''t stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"


    Junior one couldn''t help looking at Li Zihao.


    "It''s just a waiter in my father''s shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it''s opened. I don''t know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"


    Li Zihao''s father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn''t expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao''s shop.


    And hit Li Zihao?


    And get fired?


    "Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.


    The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound. After a pause, he went on.


    Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn''t respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.


    After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.


    Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.


    He hasn''t felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.


    Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.


    No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.That''s part of his life. If he can''t calm down, he can''t live it.


    But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.


    Yan hang didn''t sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn''t last long, not more than an hour.


    His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.


    It''s past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.


    It''s sunny and warm in the air.


    After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.


    I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.


    After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.


    When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.


    Dad said it.


    It''s a good way to do it, but today That''s it.


    After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.


    After all, it''s different from the usual state.


    The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.


    After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.


    The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn''t go to the bridge.


    I strolled over today and found it was not bad.


    Foreign style.


    Yan Hang''s goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It''s related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.


    There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.


    Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.


    He went in.


    After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.


    Li Zihao didn''t make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn''t know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn''t get close to him.


    The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.


    Passing by Yan Hang''s house, he hesitated and crossed the street.


    Yan Hang''s house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.


    The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.


    Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.


    He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang''s shoes.


    Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.


    "Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.


    "Aren''t you rich?" Yan hang said.


    "This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don''t want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can''t do it."


    Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"


    "Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"


    "No," said Yan hang, "I''ve been looking for a job."


    "Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "Nonsense, I''m not looking for any hard work. Can''t I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there''s a western restaurant over there. I''ll take you to eat then."


    Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"


    "Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"


    "Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.


    "His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I''m sorry if I don''t beat him more than one meal."


    "So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.


    "I''m going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."


    Junior one looks at him.


    "Besides, it''s none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I''ll fight big. I''ll fight anyone who''s not good. There''s no reason."


    "I''m envious of you." Junior one said.


    "What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"


    "No, it''s not," Chuichi looked at him. "You''re free."


    Yan hang also looked at him. He didn''t speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you''ll get angry again."When I got home from junior high school, I didn''t work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.


    He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke.


    "Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I''ve finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."


    On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.


    Grandma didn''t have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don''t make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don''t believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don''t care! "


    Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.


    Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.


    He was stunned. He didn''t care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.


    The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.


    Grandma is on the phone He didn''t have the courage to ask if he didn''t call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."


    "Why." Mother said impatiently.


    "My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."


    "I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It''s six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn''t even have six yuan in change! I''ll take yours. "


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn''t care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.


    He doesn''t mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.


    But today''s six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.


    This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!


    Although Yan hang said that gangkai''er is an amulet, this gangkai''er is not an ordinary amulet. It''s a jinggangkai''er amulet.


    The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"


    "Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.


    "My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It''s just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"


    The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here''s the first 20 yuan. It''s just a steel bar."


    "Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."


    "In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don''t know. I thought you were a gold coin."


    On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.


    "Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it''s not good


    "It''s OK, it''s OK," said the boss. "I''m sweating. What''s the matter?"


    This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.


    On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.


    When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn''t feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.


    When he put gangkai''er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn''t want to move when he lay on the bed.


    It''s getting dark.


    After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.


    Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.


    I don''t know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.


    After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.


    After school in the afternoon, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school.


    He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.


    -You didn''t go home?


    -Back, another way to go


    - Oh, I thought you were blocked again


    Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.


    -Do you want to run in the evening? I''ll go to see you


    - what time


    - maybe ten o''clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out


    - it''s OK, it''s OK in the middle of the night


    - then you wait for me


    - HMMAnd so on.


    This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.


    He''s been waiting.


    Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.


    Waiting to stop one day.


    Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.


    He didn''t eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.


    He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.


    Make a baked rice with bacon.


    He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.


    A few old fans on the screen are still busy.


    -I lick this hand first.


    - isn''t the handsome boy here today?


    - on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.


    - brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.


    - can you see his mood with such a big mask?


    "The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."


    -Rough


    - very quack


    "then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.


    -Think you''re stuttering too


    - infected by a handsome guy? 2333333


    Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.


    Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.


    It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.


    He didn''t know why he had such a reaction, but under his father''s intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.


    "Dear princes!" Dad''s voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"


    Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.


    "Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.


    "Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "Suddenly I feel like you''ve grown up." Dad said.


    "Then you''re a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don''t think I''ve made a mistake."


    Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."


    Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.


    "No harm." Dad said.


    Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn''t hold the sentence: "Dad."


    "Well?" Dad patted him on the back.


    "I''m afraid." Yan hang said softly.


    ¡­¡­ It''s very embarrassing.


    He gave his father a look in the eye. Just as he was about to switch the topic, the first day of junior high school finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said."What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


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    this is the first time in his 17 years of life that he did not know how many times to move with his father and how many houses to live in.


    This time, it''s on the first floor, facing a small street. It''s very clean. It''s better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn''t smell strange.


    It''s a little noisy except after school.


    The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.


    Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.


    It''s still a little cold. It''s cool in the wind. It''s like a mint when I take a breath.


    He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It''s very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.


    The child you want to see hasn''t passed yet.


    But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don''t know whether it''s to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.


    Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn''t look at the screen or make any more noise.


    After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.


    Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let''s see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."


    After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?


    "It''s not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."


    The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.


    But today''s withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn''t do it.


    The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.


    He didn''t look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn''t exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.


    There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.


    When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.


    -No more?


    Someone on the screen asked.


    "No," said Yan hang, "mourning."


    With that, he didn''t look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.


    Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.


    The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.


    From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.


    Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.


    He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.


    Do you love me?


    do you need me?


    do you want me?


    do you love me?


    he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.


    ¡°No¡£¡±


    Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father''s voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I''m back."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He was very sleepy.


    "Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"


    Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"


    Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what''s the matter with Yan hang?"


    "Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I''ll let you die now."


    "Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.


    "Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor.""I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let''s go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it''s an English book and intensive reading I don''t understand. Can you see? "


    "Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.


    "My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."


    "I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.


    "Yes," Dad nodded, "I''ve been collecting, our heirloom."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.


    It''s only two days since he moved here. I don''t know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.


    "How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded.


    From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It''s a game that has been played for more than ten years.


    Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.


    Sometimes it''s The meat hurts.


    Like today.


    When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.


    It''s really an old community.


    But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.


    So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.


    "What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.


    "Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.


    "Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.


    It''s very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it''s not necessarily when I come out.


    "Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn''t?"


    "Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.


    "Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.


    "940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."


    "It doesn''t seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."


    "Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.


    "Go back?" Dad asked.


    "Noodles, please." Yan hang said.


    "Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don''t you think it''s an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"


    "Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.


    "Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."


    This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.


    "This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."


    "Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.


    When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."


    "Ah." Yan hang answered.


    "Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it''s a good place. Maybe I''ll stay longer."


    "No Yan hang replied quickly.


    "I don''t want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."


    "It''s two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn''t want to go to primary school."


    "Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I''ve been scolded by your teacher Lu."


    Yan hang smiles.


    Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.


    The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.


    "Such a good child," she said, "I''m afraid I''ll be taught bad by your father in the future."


    Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.


    Yan hang didn''t ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn''t appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.


    I''ll come back anyway.


    I''m used to it.


    Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.


    He doesn''t have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.


    Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad''s life is like a journey, and it''s all short distance.


    He can''t count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn''t even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.


    "I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."


    Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn''t have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.


    Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father''s arm.


    Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It''s no use lying on my back.


    So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.


    Now it''s almost three o''clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.


    The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.


    And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.


    Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.


    He likes running. It''s the best way for him to pass the time.


    He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.


    After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.


    After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.


    Plus the medicine, he didn''t get up until noon.


    It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.


    With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.


    Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.


    It''s almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.


    Will you fight back?


    To what extent will we fight back?


    Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.


    Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.


    Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.


    There are so many whys. He didn''t ask why for a long time.


    A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.


    He was pushed.


    From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It''s not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it''s like the high tide before a good play ends.


    The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.


    Maybe it''s just an unconscious action, but it''s really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.


    Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.


    Yan hang tut.


    It''s heavy.


    Then another boy kicked his leg.


    According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.


    Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.


    But it didn''t work. A few boys fought back.


    After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.


    But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang''s experience, they will not stop until he has a response.


    So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.


    "It''s a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.


    -Brother Xiaotian, do you want to do it?


    - pay attention to safety, or let''s call the police.


    there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.


    "I don''t know," he said. "I can''t watch it. It''s too sad."


    After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist''s face for the first time in a few days.


    It''s not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.


    It was very calm.


    It''s so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can''t say whether it''s sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can''t find a suitable adjective.


    Half of the broken cup didn''t fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy''s finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist''s face again, Yan hang whistled.


    It''s very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang''s best is probably whistling.


    My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.


    The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.


    Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.


    The screen was very busy, but he didn''t have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.


    "Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.


    "From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."


    This time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, it''s that we can''t get through at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


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 Chapter 100

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    Yan hang immediately thought of the old lady with white face.


    ¡­¡­ It''s very embarrassing.


    He gave his father a look in the eye. Just as he was about to switch the topic, the first day of junior high school finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that''s me, grandma."


    Yan hang couldn''t go on. He looked at his father.


    "Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It''s a hot character, girl A hero. "


    The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.


    "Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."


    "Oh." Dad answered.


    "Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.


    I nodded at first.


    Yan hang didn''t say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma''s behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.


    "Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.


    "No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."


    Dad couldn''t help laughing.


    Junior one also smiles.


    "There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.


    Junior one looked up at him.


    "For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and took another bite of pizza.


    After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."


    "Where is it?" Yan hang asked.


    "What square." Dad said.


    "What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I didn''t remember Dad replied.


    "I know, I know." Junior one said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    After waiting for a long time, I didn''t speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"


    "What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What''s next?"


    "What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.


    "He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."


    "And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"


    "All right." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.


    "Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.


    After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.


    The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.


    Yan hang and his father didn''t have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.


    The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.


    "First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."


    "Easy." After the first day of junior high school simply answered, he turned on the tap of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.


    Yan hang went to lean against the wall and looked at him: "relax. This is my home, not yours."


    The first day of the first day of junior high school was washing the dishes quickly. After a while, he said softly, "I''m used to it."


    Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.


    "You don''t want to be shameful," Dad looked at him, "and let the guests do the dishes like this? If you don''t do it, don''t even look around? "


    "I''m afraid he''ll break the bowl when he''s nervous." Yan hang said.


    "It''s a very interesting child, let the family develop like this," the father sighed, "if this is my son..."


    Dad looked at him, tut A: "it seems that also raise not how?"


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "so don''t boast about yourself."


    "Will he stay here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.


    "I can''t stay. Every time I get there, I have to run home," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Even if I didn''t send the oil back today, I didn''t even go home to eat. I guess I will be cleaned up when I go back."


    "Hey," Dad sighed. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He felt it out and looked at it. "I''ll go out.""Well." Yan hang answered.


    On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street.


    "It''s done." He went to Yan hang and said something.


    "Hard work," Yan hang said, "you didn''t go home for dinner, are you ok?"


    Junior one didn''t make a sound.


    Yan hang looked at him and found that he was looking out.


    "Sit down?" Yan hang gave way and made room for him.


    The first day of junior high school, I jumped and sat up.


    They sat in front of the street for a while, looking at him: "a few, a few, a few..."


    "Quack quack." Yan hang said.


    At the beginning, he was stunned and laughed.


    "Quack?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "A few years ago," Chuyi said with a smile, "your name is..."


    "My mother''s name is not Yan Jidao," Yan hang said. "Don''t listen to my father''s nonsense. He doesn''t say a word of serious things all day long."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school still laughed, "uncle is very good, fun."


    "Not bad." Yan hang said.


    "My dad doesn''t, he doesn''t say much, he doesn''t talk much." Junior one said.


    "Then you are poor, aren''t you?" Yan hang asked.


    "It may be. It''s suffocating." Junior one is very serious.


    Yan hang said with a smile: "you''re funny. Normally..."


    "No, no one''s talking to me. Talk to me." Junior one said.


    "Oh." Yan hang answered, touched a cigarette and took it out.


    I didn''t touch the lighter in my pocket for a long time. When I wanted to look back to see if I was throwing it on the tea table, the first day of junior high school had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the windowsill, took the lighter on the tea table and handed it to him.


    "Fuck," Yan hang couldn''t help, "are you a long-term worker at home?"


    "My mother is very, very busy. I''m tired when I go home." I didn''t jump on the windowsill on the first day of junior high school, and my arm was lying on the windowsill.


    Yan hang lit a cigarette.


    "That''s..." Junior one pointed to the street, "your shoes, shoes?"


    "Well?" Yan hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put beside the garbage can, "yes."


    "No, I want it?" Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.


    "It''s dirty," said Yan hang. "Besides, it''s old. It''s been worn for a year."


    "Nb, but I''m sorry." The tone of grade one is full of heartache.


    Yan hang took a look at the door. Today, he was wearing the same pair of old street shoes as before, but He made a visual inspection. He should not be able to wear his own shoes.


    "Otherwise," Yan hang took out his mobile phone, "junior one, you..."


    Those girls like the first day of junior high school very much. They make the first day of junior high school appear on camera several times. It''s estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If anyone is crazy and brushes a yacht, they can even change their clothes.


    On the first day of junior high school, not only are the shoes so old that people are speechless, but also the clothes on the body are school uniforms all the time, and some places are washed transparently.


    "No, no," Chuichi quickly understood his meaning and reached out to stop him, "No."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    "I have, I have shoes, new ones." Junior one said.


    "And you wear them every day?" Yan hang said.


    "It''s not bad," Chuyi added with a smile. "Tomorrow, it will be changed."


    Yan hang didn''t insist any more, but he didn''t quite understand: "do your parents have a job?"


    "Yes," the first day of junior high school nodded, "but when my mother went to work, the water station and water station closed down. My father drove and drove for people."


    "That shouldn''t be..." Yan hang even more did not understand, "driving how also has several thousand yuan a month?"


    "Well," he said, holding his chin, "I don''t know."


    Yan hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang.


    He straightened up abruptly, as if he was frightened. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After a long time, the mobile phone reluctantly connected the phone.


    "Hello?" He whispered.


    Yan hang saw that the caller ID said dad.


    "I''m at my classmate''s home," he said to his father on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat Buy the oil, buy it, I''ll go back in a minute. "


    After hanging up the phone, junior one didn''t have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran to the door.


    "Tell you to go home?" Yan hang jumps off the windowsill.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said with a sorry smile, "my mother is angry."


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll go back with you. "Yan hang was a little sorry. After all, he asked the first day of junior high school to come home to drink oil." I''ll explain it to your mother. "


    "No, it''s OK," Chuichi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "don''t worry."


    Yan hang said something behind him, but he didn''t hear it clearly. He hurried away with the oil bucket. After he was sure that Yan hang couldn''t see him, he ran.


    Dad''s back. It''s OK to go back now. Dad will speak for him.My mother probably won''t say anything. In general, my mother treats him as nonexistent except asking him to do something. Grandma is the one who worries him most.


    As he turned the corner and ran to his building, someone came out on a bicycle. As he passed by, the man on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.


    The first day of junior high school was unprepared. With oil in his hand, he fell to the ground.


    "Oh, the stake is so unstable?" The man in the car said a word.


    At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little surprised to hear this voice. I turned my head and took a look at it. I made sure that it was Liang Bing who would walk around when I was young.


    Except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. The first day of junior high school always thinks that it''s God that he hasn''t gone to prison when he is in his twenties.


    However, Liang Bing hasn''t come back for two or three years. He always thought Liang Bing would not appear again. Unexpectedly, he ran into Liang Bing again without any preparation.


    "Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.


    The first day of junior high school talked, got up, patted his pants, and continued to run with oil.


    "I''ll see you in two days!" Liang Bing laughed and yelled at the back.


    When he took the key, he found that his left palm had scratched a large piece of skin when he was just supporting the ground. He nervously raised his hand and looked at his sleeve. There was a hole in his elbow.


    He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and opened the door lightly.


    The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the light is not on, you can''t see clearly.


    He went into the room, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he heard grandma''s voice.


    "You''re back in the fuckin ''wave!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn''t stop a plastic cup filled with water that grandma smashed. It hurt my forehead.


    Fortunately, it''s not my grandfather''s stainless steel one.


    "It''s normal to go to a classmate''s home for a meal," my father came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "If you don''t come back for dinner next time, remember to tell the family."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "Waiting for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it Grandma came over, pushed dad away and slapped him on the back.


    "You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I''m addicted to beating people!"


    "What! You are in charge of your mother Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "you won''t teach me to teach for you, and you''re shaking with me!"


    Mom smashed the cup on the table and entered the room.


    "Come on." Dad tried to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened a crack in the door, mom pushed it from inside and closed it again. Without waiting for Dad to screw it again, she locked the lock inside.


    Dad hesitated for a moment and had to turn around to push junior one into the kitchen and close the door.


    Grandma didn''t break into the kitchen and began to scold.


    "You, too. Why did you suddenly go to the classmate''s house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad whispered.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. He didn''t want to talk about her quarreling with others in the street.


    "I bought you a suit, for a while..." Dad took a look at the kitchen door. When grandma''s voice came in, it seemed that the door didn''t exist. "I''ll give it to you after your grandma scolded you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Dad has a good temper, or I don''t know how to sum up my father''s character in junior high school. Since I was young, I never saw my father angry. I always tried in vain to persuade him to fight and make people calm down, but I can''t do anything about it.


    Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and on the first day of junior high school, she stood in the kitchen with her father in a daze.


    Until grandma scolded tired and began to find fault with grandpa in the TV series, Dad patted him on the shoulder: "I''ll take the clothes for you to see."


    I nodded at first.


    Dad went out. He didn''t move for a long time. I guess he couldn''t get into the house.


    As soon as I turned around and looked out of the window, I waited for a while before my father came back to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "come on, try it."


    The first day of junior high school took out the clothes from the bag. It''s a set of sweatshirt. It''s light gray and pretty.


    When he shakes off his clothes, he knows it''s too small, but he still takes off his school uniform and puts them on.


    "It''s like Small? " Dad said awkwardly.


    "Yes." I pulled my sleeve.


    The sleeves are short and the clothes are a little short, but if you don''t zip up, you can make do with it.


    The pants are also short. You can''t bend your legs, or you''ll pull out the legs.


    "My son''s legs are too long." Dad said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    Dad is the only one in the family who won''t scold him, beat him and smile at him. But dad doesn''t remember his birthday and what grade he was in. When people ask about it, he tells others that his son is in grade six for three consecutive years.So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised.


    "Why don''t you put your trousers here?" Dad said.


    "No," the first day of junior high school said, "you can wear it, thanks, thanks dad."


    "Then be dressed in? Or change it first? " Dad asked.


    "Wear it." Junior one said he didn''t want to change clothes in the kitchen again.


    When she came out of the kitchen, grandma gave a sneer.


    On the first day of junior high school, he went to his grandfather''s house. Now there was no one in the house. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. His mother called out: "water!"


    He went back and poured a glass of water into the room.


    "Are you going to eat at your classmate''s house today?" Asked the mother.


    "Well." I nodded at first.


    "Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to have dinner?" Mother asked again.


    Junior one didn''t answer.


    "Be careful that they will trap you. Maybe they will give you some antidote. You can pull it in a moment." Mother frowned and said.


    Chu Yi turned around and went out into the next room.


    Sitting on the small bed for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.


    Inside is a pair of sports shoes. It''s new. My mother bought them for him during the Chinese new year, because now they are not broken, so he hasn''t worn them.


    -Have you been scolded?


    Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi and then lay down on the sofa.


    I have to go out tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job.


    He didn''t care about the job in the coffee shop, but he had to go out and look for a job. First, he didn''t have much money on hand, and second, he was bored.


    Dad didn''t give him any money recently. I guess he didn''t get any money.


    But Yan Hang is more concerned about today''s dad''s state when he looks at his mobile phone and goes out, which is not the same as usual.


    But he couldn''t figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox couldn''t be seen at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years, and Yan hang could still feel what was wrong.


    The uneasiness of being pressed in my heart for quite a long time and not rising again came up.


    -No


    he got back to him on the first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang looked at the news and couldn''t find a place to talk.


    -Do you always run at night?


    The first day of junior high school sent another message.


    -Well,


    when Yan hang looked at the news he had sent back, he was also in a state of death.


    Fortunately, the first day of junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.


    -I also often run at night


    - I see you can run well


    - are you running today? I''ll take you to run, I know where to run


    - OK, what time, where


    - I''ll call you


    - OK


    Yan hang waited for a while, but he was not talking on the first day of junior high school, so he put down his cell phone.


    As soon as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my cell phone rang again.


    -Do you still have those shoes?


    -¡£¡£¡£¡£ I went to have a look


    Yan hang got up helplessly, and his obsession with these shoes made him feel the impulse to pick up the shoes and wash them.


    -Still


    - can you get it back?


    Yan hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and went out.


    There are a lot of people coming and going on the street. He can only make a quick decision. The longer he grinds by the garbage can, the more attractive he will be.


    However, it didn''t look so good when I walked over and picked up my shoes. Several people saw it.


    What a bullshit! These are my own fuckin ''shoes!


    Yan hang went back to his room and threw his shoes on the ground. He gave a voice to Chuyi: "I''ve got them back."


    -Are you sure you don''t want it?


    "No, just tell me what you want to do," said Yan hang. "It''s not easy for me to go out and pick it up."


    -If you don''t want it, give it to me.


    Yan hang wanted to say that you might be too big, but he didn''t say it in the end. Adding an insole is better than his current pair.


    -OK, you can pick it up in the evening.


    - OK, thank you.


    looking at the serious Reply of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang fell back on the sofa: "ah..."


    No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.


    Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.


    No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.


    "Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"


    "I''ll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.


    "Go, I''ll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.


    There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.


    Yan hang whistled behind him.


    No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can''t run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.


    Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn''t stop immediately because of his inertia.


    He didn''t plan to stop, either.


    He raised his arm to hold No. 1''s fist, and then he grabbed No. 1''s shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.


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    Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.


    After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.


    "Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."


    Yan hang doesn''t have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".


    And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn''t remember it any more.


    But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.


    When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.


    Dad didn''t sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.


    Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking.


    "Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.


    "Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It''s hard to sleep on your stomach."


    "How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."


    "It''s all like this, so don''t be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.


    "How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."


    Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father''s arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."


    "Do you think I''m selfish," Dad said in a low voice as he lay down on the bed. "I''ve thought about it too. Forget it, for my son But I can''t. She''s right next to me Right next to me... "


    Dad clenched his fist: "it''s all ice in my hands I''m sorry for you I regret all my life. I wish I didn''t know your mother. I wish I didn''t get married. You said I didn''t want to go to school. I didn''t follow you... "


    Yan hang sat by the bed. He waited until his father had gone to bed and stopped talking. Then he got up, turned off the light in the room, went back to the living room and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.


    Generally, when he is in no mood, he has to leave the dishes to the next day, but today''s meal is really depressing, so he wants to wash it quickly and erase this unpleasant trace.


    After taking a bath, he went back to the house much earlier than when he was sleeping normally, but he was a little sleepy.


    Maybe after drinking, he and his father often drink together, but they seldom drink like this. Two bottles of wine were almost consumed in less than an hour, and now they were a little dizzy.


    His last sober memory is that he picked up his mobile phone and took a look at the small expression in the circle of friends of today''s first day of junior high school.


    But I didn''t even remember the little expression, so I fell asleep.


    Yan hang doesn''t like to dream very much. When he can''t sleep well, he has many dreams. It''s like watching a dozen dog blood dramas at the same time. The key is that he can''t remember a single frame when he wakes up.


    I''ll be very tired, like I didn''t sleep.


    But it''s out of his control, even like today''s night when he feels like he''s in a coma when he closes his eyes.


    He still had a dream.


    An aunt and an uncle.


    Both of them seem to be wrapped in grey fog.


    Aunt has been crying, but also pinched his neck to cry, he can not hear the sound of crying, there is no sense of suffocation when the neck was pinched After all, it''s in a dream.


    But the fear is clear.


    Uncle said that I didn''t want to see him at a glance. I turned to stare at him again. I didn''t want to see you at a glance.


    Then the scene changes.


    It''s you who should die.


    It''s all fragmented scenes.


    The shaking figures are like the sound of being torn to pieces in the strong wind, and the scene of an incomplete stage play.


    All the things disappeared when Yan hang opened his eyes and cleared up. He opened his eyes for a second, and the chaos around him faded away.


    It was like a dream many years ago. The color faded, the sound disappeared, and the feeling became chaotic.


    Yan hang screwed his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes.


    I took a look at my mobile phone and got up half an hour earlier than usual.


    He sat beside the bed, stunned. The dreams that had faded so fast that he could even sigh away made him still in a trance. After a while, he jumped out of the bed.


    He ran to his father''s room with his shoes on. Yesterday, the doors of his two rooms were not closed. He just wanted to listen to his father.


    There was no one in the room, and the quilt on the bed was not folded.


    Yan hang was nervous for a while. He turned around and walked to the living room, shouting: "old Yan!""The toilet!" Dad''s voice came out of the toilet.


    "What are you doing in the toilet?" Yan hang was relieved and asked again for no reason.


    "Can I still have breakfast in the toilet?" Dad said, "do you really want me to answer truthfully?"


    "What would you like for breakfast?" Yan hang asked again.


    "Can I ask after I go out?" Dad said.


    "I''m sorry." Yan hang smiles, goes to the window and sits on the windowsill.


    Now, earlier than usual, I could hear birds singing on the big tree outside the door, which was very happy.


    This voice, coupled with the people who came and went in front of him, made him relax slowly, leaning against the window frame.


    Today, I didn''t see the first day of junior high school passing by. Maybe after the crab came back, he couldn''t walk this way. He had to adjust his route to school according to the crab''s crawling track.


    "Will you go to the music festival?" Dad didn''t know when he was standing behind him.


    "Well?" Yan hang looked back at his father and said, "do you know the local music festival that day?"


    "Yes," Dad said, "if you go, take me one."


    "You want to join in the fun?" Yan hang laughed, "then take you."


    "Do you want me to prepare a suit that fits the theme?" Dad asked. Make complaints about your image,


    , "Yan hang said." besides, I didn''t wear school uniform on the first day, that''s the small number one sportswear. You are so offbeat. I''m afraid he can''t carry it.


    Dad grinned and pinched his shoulder: "son."


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    "I love you." Dad said.


    Yan hang was stunned and looked at him.


    "Give me some face," Dad said with a Tut, "what''s the response?"


    "Dad, I love you too." Yan hang said.


    "Can you have baked rice early?" Dad said, "you get up so early today, you can''t fill in the time without cooking."


    ¡°¡­¡­ You asked me to make baked rice for you in the morning? You still have to cook now, "Yan hang glared at him." that''s why you''ve been numb for a long time, isn''t it


    Dad sat on the sofa with a happy smile.


    Yan hang stares at him for a long time. Finally, he jumps off the windowsill and takes the materials from the refrigerator into the kitchen.


    Dad seems to have returned to his former state. The painful memories of last night seem to have dissipated with the strength of wine.


    But Yan hang didn''t find the light and light he wanted.


    Are you looking or hiding?


    What do you want to do, or have you done?


    What are those in the dream?


    The answer to one question leads to more questions.


    Now he has no courage to ask again.


    Today''s self-study, the teacher came around and went out, the classroom gradually became lively.


    On the first day of junior high school, he was lying on the desk to do his homework. His classmates chatted happily with the front and back tables. The table was hit from time to time. His handwriting was written like thunder. When the table shook, it was almost too rare for thunder to chop.


    He looked around, lowered his head, put the pen into the hole in the desk, got up and walked out of the classroom.


    This week, they took turns in their seats, and he changed to the position near the back door, which is very good. He can go in and out of the classroom without any sound. With the blessing of the master, every time he comes out, it''s like he''s invisible.


    Of course, even if someone saw him, no one would care.


    On the side of the teaching building is the wall of the school, where few people go. He usually stays there when he comes out and sits on a big stone which feels very comfortable.


    Usually I am in a daze, grinding stones to play.


    Today is not the same. Yan hang said that he liked the little black stone and wanted to tie it to his ankles, so he felt pressure immediately.


    In fact, he grinds stones when he has nothing to do. His father also gave him a set of small tools, but Grandma sold them. Fortunately, he took out a small file and a small drill to play with, but they didn''t sell them.


    Now he usually uses a small file to repair the details after grinding on the ground.


    He has polished many stones, black, white, red, yellow, flowered, round, polygonal, flowered and heart-shaped. In fact, today''s black one is not the best one. He grinds it casually.


    Knowing that Yan hang liked it, he made a complicated shape.


    Yan hang said that two days after he liked it, he had to do a good job today.


    He never went to Yan Hang''s home to study, so he never met Yan hang, but Yan hang never contacted him.


    Junior one was a little worried. He didn''t know how to maintain the "friend" relationship. After all, he had little experience.


    He can only finish the stone quickly, and then go to find Yan hang.


    He took a small file out of his pocket, trimmed the edges of the stone, and then took a piece of fine sandpaper to polish it.


    Although the shape is simple and not good-looking, the texture of this stone is very good, especially hard, and the black is also very pure. After polishing, it will be very beautiful if you brush some varnish.By the way, we have to drill a hole


    The mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. When I took out my mobile phone on the first day of junior high school, I felt a little surprised. How could someone send a message during class time?


    No one sent it to him when he was not in class.


    It took a long time for the phone to turn on the message.


    It''s Yan hang.


    -Do you lead the way to the music festival in the evening?


    Chuyi laughs. He thinks that the music festival he said that day was just a casual mention. He didn''t expect that Yan hang really wanted to go.


    -Yeah, are you going?


    -Who will you take if I don''t go?


    -Then I''ll come to you after dinner?


    -You tell your family to come over for dinner, and my father will go too.


    - OK


    I''m a little excited on the first day of junior high school, just like when I went on a spring outing in primary school, when a child volunteered to join him.


    Although the child ate up his fried rice, he didn''t talk to him again.


    Today, dad is at home. He can just go back and talk to Dad.


    Then you can go out with Yan hang and uncle Yan!


    Go out and play!


    He can''t even find company for a walk. Now he can go to the music festival with others.


    His hands trembled a little as he polished the stone.


    "The poor little boy won''t go this way after school this afternoon?" Dad stood at the window and looked out.


    "I''m afraid I''ll run into the washing, shearing and blowing gangsters who have just returned from the building next door." Yan Hang is cutting diced beef in the kitchen. Later, he has to chop shrimp paste.


    "Ah," my father sighed, lit a cigarette and continued to look out, "so I always said, ah, there are some people who come and go who have no stories."


    "Lao Yan! The water is boiling, "Yan hang called," let''s blanch the chicken wings first. "


    "All right." Dad was carrying a cigarette. He just came in and went out again. He put down the cigarette and then came in again. He poured the chicken wings into the pot.


    "Is the preparation almost done?" Dad asked.


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "when he comes, he''ll do it. He can eat it in 20 minutes."


    Dad stood beside him. After blanching the chicken wings, he fished them out and put them into a big bowl: "can you talk with junior one?"


    "Didn''t you talk to him?" Yan hang said.


    "I think he''s just a kid," Dad said, leaning on the desk. "You''re about the same age Is it about the same? "


    "He''s fourteen or fifteen, probably." Yan hang said.


    "I think he''s like a schoolboy standing with you." Dad laughed.


    "I don''t know who told the pupils that I was one meter four that day." Yan hang took a look at him.


    "Revenge," Dad tut a, thought about it and asked in a low voice, "can we talk?"


    "It''s OK. Anyway, it won''t be cold. He''s funny," Yan hang began to chop shrimp mud. "I haven''t had much contact with others, and I don''t compare."


    Dad didn''t say anything. After a while, he took the pepper and looked at it: "I''ll grind it for you?"


    "Well." Yan hang answered.


    With all the preparatory work done, Yan hang took out his mobile phone, took a picture and sent it to Weibo.


    When I sat down in the living room, dad was watching the news again.


    Yan hang listened to the news while watching his mobile phone. He didn''t know what kind of news and details his father could get.


    Until the end of the news and the beginning of the weather forecast, Yan hang didn''t hear anything.


    "Why hasn''t the first day of junior high school come yet? Don''t you come back after you''ve finished learning? " Dad looked at the time, "it''s been more than an hour since school."


    "Yes," Yan hang Leng Leng, has been listening to the news, did not pay attention to the time, "I ask him."


    He sent a message to junior one, but after nearly ten minutes, junior one did not reply.


    Yan hang remembers that he didn''t go home for lunch on the first day of the new year. When he ran back, he was a little flustered and worried. Suddenly, he was worried that his grandmother would clean him up because he didn''t eat at home today.


    At the thought of the white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows, Yan hang couldn''t help frowning.


    He dialed the number of grade one directly.


    "Why?" Dad looked at him.


    "The message doesn''t come back," Yan hang listened to the dial tone in his mobile phone and waited until he hung up automatically. "The phone doesn''t answer either..."


    "Can''t it be when I came here that I met a gangster from guilou?" Dad said.


    ¡°¡­¡­ Can''t it be this coincidence? " Yan hang Leng Leng, "he doesn''t take this road these days."


    "It''s impossible not to come here for dinner." Dad looked at him.


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound. He looked at his father, and they stood up at the same time.


    "I''ll go." Yan hang said.


    "I want to join in the fun." Dad said.


    "Yan hang," Liang Bing said, holding his cell phone and looking at the screen, "who is this man? Why haven''t I heard of such a man? "The first day of junior high school, standing in the corner of the wall, the hot pain from the root of his ear to his neck made him unable to bear it.


    "Yo," said one of the people next to him, "can you recognize the word Nian Yan?"


    "Yan Zi, envoy to Chu! I haven''t learned it! " Liang Bing said, "be illiterate


    And Yan Jidao.


    On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing doesn''t know who Yan Jidao is. Yan Shu is more famous. Maybe he can know a Yan Shu


    "Ah Liang Bing yelled, "what the hell are you talking to, pretending to be dead?"


    The homophony of this sentence, a stone hit the head of junior one.


    The stone is not big. It''s much smaller than the brick. Liang Bing didn''t use much when he hit it, but his head was still in pain.


    "Damn, it''s no fun to play with this man," said a man leaning against the wall. "There''s still a noise when throwing sandbags. It doesn''t even hum Are you a dumb motherfucker? "


    Wrong.


    I''m stammering.


    You''re stupid.


    "I''ll hear if there''s a sound." Liang Bing threw his mobile phone to the ground and came over.


    The first day of junior high school is very distressed. It is estimated that it will be a little difficult to exchange ideas when the mobile phone is dropped like this.


    "Make a noise!" Liang Bing comes and kicks him in the belly.


    The first day of junior high school quickly turned sideways and lowered his arm to block him. Liang Bing kicked his arm.


    "Damn it Liang Bing scolded and hit him on the head with a fist, "let''s make a noise!"


    Junior one raised his arm to block it.


    Liang Bing had something in his hand. When he swung it on his arm, it hurt.


    "You don''t make a damn noise, do you?" Liang Bing came to grab him and swung him to the wall next to him.


    On the first day of junior high school, he suddenly bumped into the wall. There was a piece of Venus in front of him, and he got several punches on his stomach and back. Liang Bing was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.


    "You," a man beside Liang bingchong tilted his head, "go and pick his pants for me. His grandmother loves bare arms, and his baby grandson must love bare arms."


    "I''m so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.


    The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.


    But junior one didn''t laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn''t want to make anyone unhappy.


    Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.


    This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.


    He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?


    He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn''t notice.


    Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."


    "Oh." Chuichi smiles.


    "Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.


    "Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.


    "You''re quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"


    "Yes." Junior one said.


    "How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.


    "I don''t know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes."


    "Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what''s the speed


    "Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."


    Yan hang didn''t make a sound and stared at him.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say anything. Yan Hang''s fighting power was very strong. He didn''t have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan hang probably couldn''t understand the speed of escape.


    "You save my phone, add a friend," Yan hang thought, took out his mobile phone, "if you have something, you can find me."


    He didn''t make a sound on the first day of junior high school. He thought Yan hang was a little strange.


    In his memory, it seems that he never met someone who would treat himself so It doesn''t seem to be to further humiliate his strangers.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang looked at him, "no cell phone?"


    "Yes." Junior one hesitated.


    "Have you been bullied out of the shadow?" Yan hang narrowed his eyes impatiently. "I want to rob your mobile phone. Do you still need to ask you to take it out? I can''t even take your mobile phone, your clothes and your cigarette for three minutes. "


    Yan Hang''s attitude made him a little nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone.


    "I''ll sweep you." Yan hang nodded a few times on his mobile phone.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school, I pressed my cell phone.


    Then they both looked at the dark screen of the mobile phone in silence.


    Five seconds later, Yan hang couldn''t help saying, "I don''t usually ask people like this..."


    Are you mentally handicapped?


    "Wait." First day, I rubbed my nose.


    "What are you waiting for?" Yan hang said, "wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?""Well," Chuichi nodded solemnly. Just as Yan hang wanted to turn around and walk away, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "lit up."


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    Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.


    All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


    "All right." Yan hang said.


    "Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


    It''s the same today, but he''s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn''t finished reading two pages.


    Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.


    Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.


    In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.


    But this time, it''s different. It''s still a feeling that I can''t say.


    Yan Hang is a very sensitive person. He can detect many details and emotions. His father also praised him: "our prince''s insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"


    He hoped that he would be a dull man, that he would not feel anything, and that he would not be afraid of anything.


    In fact, he did not speculate about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged a lot of cool jobs for his father.


    Swat, agent, undercover, killer, Ghost Hunter


    Then I stopped thinking about it.


    He has to face and ignore the reality, Dad can''t have any career, and the way he got the money back may not be glorious.


    As for the reason, he had to wait.


    Wait until now.


    His uneasiness peaked today.


    Fear.


    It''s the emotion that he always refuses to show others easily, even for his father.


    He''s Yan hang. He''s arrogant and comfortable since he was young. He won''t be afraid of anyone.


    "Do you remember your grandparents?" Dad suddenly asked.


    "Well?" Yan hang didn''t react. Like his mother, his grandparents had almost no impression, only faintly in some very unpleasant dreams.


    Apart from that, he doesn''t think about it at all.


    Even when he heard Dad talking about grandma, his first reaction was to be a white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows.


    "Grandma passed away last year. It was last month," Dad said. "It''s not that old."Yan hang looked at him and didn''t know what to say.


    He only knew that his father was an orphan and he didn''t have grandparents. As for his grandparents, he didn''t think about it at all. Now he suddenly mentioned it, he didn''t have any emotion and couldn''t make any response.


    "Didn''t I ever tell you," Dad turned his head. "I''m very, very, very I miss your mother


    Yan hang was stunned.


    When he said your mother''s three words, he saw the tears in dad''s eyes.


    For the first time in his memory, he saw his father''s tears.


    "Lao Yan," he was a little at a loss, "you..."


    Dad laughed and looked at him: "you are not like your mother at all. I can''t miss her if I want to see you."


    "I didn''t look too much like you by accident." Yan hang said.


    In fact, he had the same mind as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find his mother''s shadow except for the part like his father, but he didn''t succeed.


    He looks very much like his father. Sometimes he thinks that maybe he was born by his father himself.


    "I should not go out this time," my father lit a cigarette and put his eyes back on the TV. "I hope you don''t cook the same food every day, or I''ll break up with you."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    Almost ten o''clock, Dad suddenly turned to look at the door, and then the door was knocked.


    "It''s the first day of junior high school," Yan hang said softly. "He came to ask me to run."


    "It''s not long to run," my father said. "Let him take it easy. Let''s jump. Let''s jump high."


    "Then tell him." Yan hang stood up and went to open the door.


    The first day of junior high school stood outside the door wearing a smaller sportswear and that pair of Nb. According to the image Yan hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.


    After seeing his father, he laughed: "uncle, uncle good."


    "Running?" Dad said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Good running, running can grow," my father pointed to Yan hang, "when he was your age, he was only one meter four..."


    "What about the trust between father and son?" Yan hang looks at his father in shock.


    "It''s just running every day, and then swish," Dad said, "it''s a stretch. It''s amazing."


    "It''s amazing." Chuichi laughs.


    "Go for a walk," Yan hang changed his shoes and looked back when he went out, "do you have a snack? There are lots of barbecues over there. "


    "Roast wings, roast sausage, roast tendon, duck neck..." Dad quickly reported a string.


    Yan hang ignored him and closed the door. He continued to shout in: "see if you have salt and pepper duck tongue - remember to bring beer -"


    "one meter, four." Junior one looked at him and sighed.


    "Looking for a cigarette?" Yan hang said.


    "I''m so long. I''m so tall." Junior one said.


    "I can''t see that. Let''s ignore this invisible growth rate." Yan hang looks at his head. His hair is a little long on the first day of junior high school. When the wind blows over, there are two tufts of hair standing on the top of his head like dancing. I don''t think he can afford to have a haircut.


    "I was five centimeters taller than when I was a year old." The first day of junior high school, I jumped.


    "Congratulations," Yan hang sincerely congratulated, "how short you have to be."


    "It''s not much different from what you used to be." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao''s team tomorrow." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No, Xin," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "Li, Zi haoying, if you fail in English, you can''t get through."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughed, "are you good at English?"


    "I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, my subjects." Junior one answered very honestly.


    ¡°¡­¡­ So it''s not going to go to pugo, is it Yan hang thought, "technical secondary school? Vocational high school


    "I want to work, work." Junior one whispered.


    Yan hang took a look at him and said nothing.


    Junior one such a child, the school for him, should be no attraction, perhaps can go to work to get rid of that environment is his most urgent need.


    "My mother, Ken, must be angry." Junior one said.


    "Your family is funny. They don''t care about anything," said Yan hang. "There are so many demands. Did you pick them up? Or do you take care of them? "


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''m an accident. My mother didn''t want me. She was going to read self-study and self-study, but she didn''t succeed."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang was stunned and raised his hand to scratch his head twice.


    There are a lot of people running in today''s places. They are all runners with earphones and complete equipment. Yan hang feels very comfortable and has a real feeling.


    The first day of junior high school, as usual, was running close to the side. Yan hang went over and pulled him back to the middle of the track.


    "Drink, drink?" After running for an hour, I asked when I was resting."Run every day, drink every day," Yan hang said, "do you have a lot of pocket money?"


    "Please, I," said the first day of junior high school, "tomorrow, I''ll drink boiled water."


    Yan hang laughed for a long time: "what do you want to drink?"


    "Lemon tea." The first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang bought lemon tea for him and asked for a can of coke. When he sat by the river and drank it, there was a strong gust of wind. At the beginning of the new year, he grabbed his hair which had been blown up one after another.


    Yan hang looked at his forehead with the dog gnawed like hair, could not help reaching out to help him cut, found that the dog had not changed.


    Before he did not pay attention to the first day of the hair is this virtue.


    He thought for a while and asked, "have you ever been robbed of money by people who are looking for trouble all day?"


    "People in the river, the river''s Lake floating," the first drink of lemon tea, "how can not, get robbed."


    "Did you get robbed of your pocket money and have no money for a haircut?" Yan hang asked.


    "I always cut it myself." The first day of junior high school answered very quietly.


    Yan hang heard a trace of satisfaction from his tone: "ah, do you still think your craft is very good?"


    "This is the layer, the second sense." The first day of junior high school held the hair on his forehead and pulled it.


    "Yes," Yan hang looked at him, "it''s quite hierarchical."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the second day of the second


    "It''s not so ugly, thanks to your good looks." Yan hang said.


    "Anyway, it''s flat. I don''t have people to look at me." I took a sip of lemon tea.


    "I see. I have to watch running every day," Yan hang sighed. "I just want to have a haircut tomorrow. Let''s go together."


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    "I have a card," Yan hang added. "You can use my card."


    "No, no," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while before he said, "I can help you. I can''t help you


    "If not," Yan hang responded. This kind of behavior that he didn''t feel at all would probably put pressure on junior one. He took out his mobile phone and poked out his calendar. "I''ll start to work tomorrow. I''ll be late at work on Friday. You can help me run errands and buy vegetables."


    The first time I saw him.


    Yan hang felt that he was very inexperienced in getting along with "friends".


    Stiff and awkward.


    So he shut up.


    "When you want to buy vegetables," the first day of junior high school said, "just mention it and tell me."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, thought about it, covered his eyes and sighed, "fuck, I''m so embarrassed."


    Chuichi laughs.


    "Laugh a fart." Yan hang said.


    "Yan hang, you are special, good." Junior one said.


    "I know that." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school, I laugh again and again.


    When he went back, Yan hang went to the barbecue shop next to him. His father asked for different things, but he also bought a lot of them. When he got home, he went to the supermarket and bought two beers.


    "To my house for barbecue?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school, "I''ll process the food later."


    "Good." There was no hesitation at all.


    "Honest," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, "just like you."


    "I want to stay with you." Junior one said.


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I have to tell my father that the magic can''t get girls, it can only get little boys."


    "Can you teach me, teach me?" First day of junior high school.


    "Who are you going to hang out with?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No," Chuyi raised his hand and moved his finger. "I think it''s very, very cool."


    "I''ll teach you later. It''s very simple. I have to practice." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school nodded happily, and they all raised their hands and moved their fingers along the way.


    By the time I got home, my father had already cleaned up the tea table, set up the induction cooker and pan, which was their habit.


    He and his father love barbecue, but they usually don''t eat outside. They all pack and carry them home to eat while they are hot.


    "Come on, junior one, sit here," Dad brought a stool to junior one. "Can I have some beer?"


    "Lick, lick." Junior one said.


    "I''ll have to lick two or three cans." Dad said.


    "Don''t teach bad children," Yan hang took three plates out and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, took a small piece of butter and put it in, "this one is very fragrant with butter."


    On the first day of junior high school, I went to the side of the pot and smelled: "fragrance."


    This kind of sitting around the table at home, no pressure, no ear full of complaints and dissatisfaction, no hurry to eat barbecue and drink wine scene, junior one likes it very much.


    There were similar scenes in my grandfather''s house, but my grandfather''s house was too far away. He stayed for a few days in the summer vacation at most, and he had to endure the curse of grandma for a month that he was a white eyed wolf.Yan Hang''s father is a little childish. When he was faced with him in the first day of junior high school, he didn''t face the pressure of his elders and was very relaxed.


    He could listen to Yan hang and chat with him without saying a word.


    It''s very interesting.


    Very happy and warm.


    "How is your mother cooking?" Yan Hang''s father asked him.


    "One pot, stewed pie." Junior one said.


    Yan Hang''s father laughed: "little stutter can be so poor."


    "I thought your grandmother was cooking at home," Yan said. "Don''t you say your mother is very busy."


    "Grandma is busy, too." Junior one sighed.


    Busy arguing, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.


    "If you are greedy, come to us," said Yan Hang''s father after a sip of beer. "We have good food and wine. There are no rules."


    "Well." Chuyi nodded with a smile.


    It was a good snack. The first day of junior high school didn''t know how much they could eat, and neither did Yan hang and his son. After drinking the beer, they had almost eaten the barbecue.


    "There are two chicken wings and one sausage. You can finish it." Yan Hang''s father pours a bag into the pot.


    The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel bars that Yan hang left in the bag fell out.


    "Oh, amulet." Yan Hang''s father picked up ganger and arranged it on the tea table.


    "I have," Chuyi said with a smile, "Yan hang gave me one, one."


    "Well," Yan Hang''s father laughed, "I tell you, this is very effective."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded, "yesterday was bad, almost let me, my mother spent, spent, I was so anxious."


    Yan hang took a look at him: "if you spend it, just find another one."


    "No, no, it''s the same," junior one said. "That''s It''s just not the same. "


    "Then you have to put it away," said Yan hangle. "They all look the same. You can''t find them together."


    The first day of junior high school, when he said this, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.


    "Give me," Yan hang probably saw his nervousness and stretched out to him, "I''ll help you process it."


    "How to increase the labor?" On the first day of junior high school, he took out the steel bar and put it in his hand.


    "Wait," Yan hang stood up, "where''s the little leather you picked up, Lao Yan?"


    "It''s on the table in the room." Yan Hang''s father said.


    Yan hang went into the house and didn''t come out for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang''s father ate up the barbecue, and some of them chatted for a long time. Yan hang came out and put gangkai''er on the coffee table in front of him: "this won''t be lost."


    At first glance, I was stunned.


    Ganger put on a small leather coat.


    Two thin dark brown belts are crossed and wound around the steel bar. On the back, they are padded with a small leather cut into a circle and glued together. They also wear a thin leather rope on the top, which can be worn around the neck like a necklace.


    "Good looking," the first day of junior high school was a little surprised. Looking at Yan hang, "did you do that?"


    "It''s easy to do. Just cut the skin and stick it," Yan hang said with a smile. "If you don''t dare to wear it on your neck, just wrap it around your wrist. If you don''t dare to hide it, you won''t be confused with other steel bars."


    The first day of junior high school has been holding gangkai''er in his hand. When he got up and went home, he put it in his pocket.


    Yan hang didn''t expect that someone would care so much about a ganger.


    "Brother Xiaotian, you see him off," my father said, leaning on the sofa, "there seems to be no light in that section of the road."


    "It''s OK," the first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, "I''m a man."


    "Come on, I''ll walk for a while." Yan hang said.


    Dad knows that the first day of junior high school is always bullied. Now it''s warm. At this time, the night life of hooligans and gangsters has just begun. I''m afraid that the first day of junior high school will be happy and be defeated when I go home.


    After accompanying junior one through the road without street lights, junior one pointed to an old building in front of him and said, "my home is there."


    "Well." Yan hang looked at it and didn''t know which building he was referring to, but he knew that junior one should not be willing to let people near his home, so he stopped.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "There''s a lot of rubbish. Go back." Yan hang said.


    "If there is, one day," junior one looked at him, "you go, I will, miss you very much."


    Yan hang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school also laughed, came over and grasped his hand, gently grasped it, turned around and walked quickly.


    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao.""No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


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 Chapter 103

    I''m afraid.


    Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.


    All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.


    Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.


    They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.


    Freedom.


    Junior one is envious.


    In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.


    No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.


    Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.


    After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.


    Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.


    "Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad''s leaning against the kitchen door.


    "I don''t seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn''t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.


    "When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.


    "Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don''t teach me either."


    "I don''t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don''t even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"


    "Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.


    "Very particular." Dad said with a smile.


    Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn''t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.


    "All right." Yan hang said.


    "Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.


    Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.


    Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang''s memory for many years.


    Generally speaking, he doesn''t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.


    It''s the same today, but he''s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn''t finished reading two pages.


    Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.


    Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.


    In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.


    But this time, it''s different. It''s still a feeling that I can''t say.


    Yan Hang is a very sensitive person. He can detect many details and emotions. His father also praised him: "our prince''s insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!"


    He hoped that he would be a dull man, that he would not feel anything, and that he would not be afraid of anything.


    In fact, he did not speculate about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged a lot of cool jobs for his father.


    Swat, agent, undercover, killer, Ghost Hunter


    Then I stopped thinking about it.


    He has to face and ignore the reality, Dad can''t have any career, and the way he got the money back may not be glorious.


    As for the reason, he had to wait.


    Wait until now.


    His uneasiness peaked today.


    Fear.


    It''s the emotion that he always refuses to show others easily, even for his father.


    He''s Yan hang. He''s arrogant and comfortable since he was young. He won''t be afraid of anyone.


    "Do you remember your grandparents?" Dad suddenly asked.


    "Well?" Yan hang didn''t react. Like his mother, his grandparents had almost no impression, only faintly in some very unpleasant dreams.


    Apart from that, he doesn''t think about it at all.


    Even when he heard Dad talking about grandma, his first reaction was to be a white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows.


    "Grandma passed away last year. It was last month," Dad said. "It''s not that old."Yan hang looked at him and didn''t know what to say.


    He only knew that his father was an orphan and he didn''t have grandparents. As for his grandparents, he didn''t think about it at all. Now he suddenly mentioned it, he didn''t have any emotion and couldn''t make any response.


    "Didn''t I ever tell you," Dad turned his head. "I''m very, very, very I miss your mother


    Yan hang was stunned.


    When he said your mother''s three words, he saw the tears in dad''s eyes.


    For the first time in his memory, he saw his father''s tears.


    "Lao Yan," he was a little at a loss, "you..."


    Dad laughed and looked at him: "you are not like your mother at all. I can''t miss her if I want to see you."


    "I didn''t look too much like you by accident." Yan hang said.


    In fact, he had the same mind as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find his mother''s shadow except for the part like his father, but he didn''t succeed.


    He looks very much like his father. Sometimes he thinks that maybe he was born by his father himself.


    "I should not go out this time," my father lit a cigarette and put his eyes back on the TV. "I hope you don''t cook the same food every day, or I''ll break up with you."


    "Well." Yan hang smiles.


    Almost ten o''clock, Dad suddenly turned to look at the door, and then the door was knocked.


    "It''s the first day of junior high school," Yan hang said softly. "He came to ask me to run."


    "It''s not long to run," my father said. "Let him take it easy. Let''s jump. Let''s jump high."


    "Then tell him." Yan hang stood up and went to open the door.


    The first day of junior high school stood outside the door wearing a smaller sportswear and that pair of Nb. According to the image Yan hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.


    After seeing his father, he laughed: "uncle, uncle good."


    "Running?" Dad said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    "Good running, running can grow," my father pointed to Yan hang, "when he was your age, he was only one meter four..."


    "What about the trust between father and son?" Yan hang looks at his father in shock.


    "It''s just running every day, and then swish," Dad said, "it''s a stretch. It''s amazing."


    "It''s amazing." Chuichi laughs.


    "Go for a walk," Yan hang changed his shoes and looked back when he went out, "do you have a snack? There are lots of barbecues over there. "


    "Roast wings, roast sausage, roast tendon, duck neck..." Dad quickly reported a string.


    Yan hang ignored him and closed the door. He continued to shout in: "see if you have salt and pepper duck tongue - remember to bring beer -"


    "one meter, four." Junior one looked at him and sighed.


    "Looking for a cigarette?" Yan hang said.


    "I''m so long. I''m so tall." Junior one said.


    "I can''t see that. Let''s ignore this invisible growth rate." Yan hang looks at his head. His hair is a little long on the first day of junior high school. When the wind blows over, there are two tufts of hair standing on the top of his head like dancing. I don''t think he can afford to have a haircut.


    "I was five centimeters taller than when I was a year old." The first day of junior high school, I jumped.


    "Congratulations," Yan hang sincerely congratulated, "how short you have to be."


    "It''s not much different from what you used to be." Junior one said.


    "Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao''s team tomorrow." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No, Xin," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "Li, Zi haoying, if you fail in English, you can''t get through."


    "Shit," Yan hang laughed, "are you good at English?"


    "I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, I don''t have, my subjects." Junior one answered very honestly.


    ¡°¡­¡­ So it''s not going to go to pugo, is it Yan hang thought, "technical secondary school? Vocational high school


    "I want to work, work." Junior one whispered.


    Yan hang took a look at him and said nothing.


    Junior one such a child, the school for him, should be no attraction, perhaps can go to work to get rid of that environment is his most urgent need.


    "My mother, Ken, must be angry." Junior one said.


    "Your family is funny. They don''t care about anything," said Yan hang. "There are so many demands. Did you pick them up? Or do you take care of them? "


    "No," Chuichi said with a smile, "I''m an accident. My mother didn''t want me. She was going to read self-study and self-study, but she didn''t succeed."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Oh Yan hang was stunned and raised his hand to scratch his head twice.


    There are a lot of people running in today''s places. They are all runners with earphones and complete equipment. Yan hang feels very comfortable and has a real feeling.


    The first day of junior high school, as usual, was running close to the side. Yan hang went over and pulled him back to the middle of the track.


    "Drink, drink?" After running for an hour, I asked when I was resting."Run every day, drink every day," Yan hang said, "do you have a lot of pocket money?"


    "Please, I," said the first day of junior high school, "tomorrow, I''ll drink boiled water."


    Yan hang laughed for a long time: "what do you want to drink?"


    "Lemon tea." The first day of junior high school.


    Yan hang bought lemon tea for him and asked for a can of coke. When he sat by the river and drank it, there was a strong gust of wind. At the beginning of the new year, he grabbed his hair which had been blown up one after another.


    Yan hang looked at his forehead with the dog gnawed like hair, could not help reaching out to help him cut, found that the dog had not changed.


    Before he did not pay attention to the first day of the hair is this virtue.


    He thought for a while and asked, "have you ever been robbed of money by people who are looking for trouble all day?"


    "People in the river, the river''s Lake floating," the first drink of lemon tea, "how can not, get robbed."


    "Did you get robbed of your pocket money and have no money for a haircut?" Yan hang asked.


    "I always cut it myself." The first day of junior high school answered very quietly.


    Yan hang heard a trace of satisfaction from his tone: "ah, do you still think your craft is very good?"


    "This is the layer, the second sense." The first day of junior high school held the hair on his forehead and pulled it.


    "Yes," Yan hang looked at him, "it''s quite hierarchical."


    The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the second day of the second


    "It''s not so ugly, thanks to your good looks." Yan hang said.


    "Anyway, it''s flat. I don''t have people to look at me." I took a sip of lemon tea.


    "I see. I have to watch running every day," Yan hang sighed. "I just want to have a haircut tomorrow. Let''s go together."


    Junior one didn''t speak.


    "I have a card," Yan hang added. "You can use my card."


    "No, no," the first day of junior high school was silent for a while before he said, "I can help you. I can''t help you


    "If not," Yan hang responded. This kind of behavior that he didn''t feel at all would probably put pressure on junior one. He took out his mobile phone and poked out his calendar. "I''ll start to work tomorrow. I''ll be late at work on Friday. You can help me run errands and buy vegetables."


    The first time I saw him.


    Yan hang felt that he was very inexperienced in getting along with "friends".


    Stiff and awkward.


    So he shut up.


    "When you want to buy vegetables," the first day of junior high school said, "just mention it and tell me."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, thought about it, covered his eyes and sighed, "fuck, I''m so embarrassed."


    Chuichi laughs.


    "Laugh a fart." Yan hang said.


    "Yan hang, you are special, good." Junior one said.


    "I know that." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school, I laugh again and again.


    When he went back, Yan hang went to the barbecue shop next to him. His father asked for different things, but he also bought a lot of them. When he got home, he went to the supermarket and bought two beers.


    "To my house for barbecue?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school, "I''ll process the food later."


    "Good." There was no hesitation at all.


    "Honest," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, "just like you."


    "I want to stay with you." Junior one said.


    "Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "I have to tell my father that the magic can''t get girls, it can only get little boys."


    "Can you teach me, teach me?" First day of junior high school.


    "Who are you going to hang out with?" Yan hang looks at him.


    "No," Chuyi raised his hand and moved his finger. "I think it''s very, very cool."


    "I''ll teach you later. It''s very simple. I have to practice." Yan hang said.


    "Well." The first day of junior high school nodded happily, and they all raised their hands and moved their fingers along the way.


    By the time I got home, my father had already cleaned up the tea table, set up the induction cooker and pan, which was their habit.


    He and his father love barbecue, but they usually don''t eat outside. They all pack and carry them home to eat while they are hot.


    "Come on, junior one, sit here," Dad brought a stool to junior one. "Can I have some beer?"


    "Lick, lick." Junior one said.


    "I''ll have to lick two or three cans." Dad said.


    "Don''t teach bad children," Yan hang took three plates out and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, took a small piece of butter and put it in, "this one is very fragrant with butter."


    On the first day of junior high school, I went to the side of the pot and smelled: "fragrance."


    This kind of sitting around the table at home, no pressure, no ear full of complaints and dissatisfaction, no hurry to eat barbecue and drink wine scene, junior one likes it very much.


    There were similar scenes in my grandfather''s house, but my grandfather''s house was too far away. He stayed for a few days in the summer vacation at most, and he had to endure the curse of grandma for a month that he was a white eyed wolf.Yan Hang''s father is a little childish. When he was faced with him in the first day of junior high school, he didn''t face the pressure of his elders and was very relaxed.


    He could listen to Yan hang and chat with him without saying a word.


    It''s very interesting.


    Very happy and warm.


    "How is your mother cooking?" Yan Hang''s father asked him.


    "One pot, stewed pie." Junior one said.


    Yan Hang''s father laughed: "little stutter can be so poor."


    "I thought your grandmother was cooking at home," Yan said. "Don''t you say your mother is very busy."


    "Grandma is busy, too." Junior one sighed.


    Busy arguing, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.


    "If you are greedy, come to us," said Yan Hang''s father after a sip of beer. "We have good food and wine. There are no rules."


    "Well." Chuyi nodded with a smile.


    It was a good snack. The first day of junior high school didn''t know how much they could eat, and neither did Yan hang and his son. After drinking the beer, they had almost eaten the barbecue.


    "There are two chicken wings and one sausage. You can finish it." Yan Hang''s father pours a bag into the pot.


    The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel bars that Yan hang left in the bag fell out.


    "Oh, amulet." Yan Hang''s father picked up ganger and arranged it on the tea table.


    "I have," Chuyi said with a smile, "Yan hang gave me one, one."


    "Well," Yan Hang''s father laughed, "I tell you, this is very effective."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded, "yesterday was bad, almost let me, my mother spent, spent, I was so anxious."


    Yan hang took a look at him: "if you spend it, just find another one."


    "No, no, it''s the same," junior one said. "That''s It''s just not the same. "


    "Then you have to put it away," said Yan hangle. "They all look the same. You can''t find them together."


    The first day of junior high school, when he said this, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.


    "Give me," Yan hang probably saw his nervousness and stretched out to him, "I''ll help you process it."


    "How to increase the labor?" On the first day of junior high school, he took out the steel bar and put it in his hand.


    "Wait," Yan hang stood up, "where''s the little leather you picked up, Lao Yan?"


    "It''s on the table in the room." Yan Hang''s father said.


    Yan hang went into the house and didn''t come out for a long time.


    The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang''s father ate up the barbecue, and some of them chatted for a long time. Yan hang came out and put gangkai''er on the coffee table in front of him: "this won''t be lost."


    At first glance, I was stunned.


    Ganger put on a small leather coat.


    Two thin dark brown belts are crossed and wound around the steel bar. On the back, they are padded with a small leather cut into a circle and glued together. They also wear a thin leather rope on the top, which can be worn around the neck like a necklace.


    "Good looking," the first day of junior high school was a little surprised. Looking at Yan hang, "did you do that?"


    "It''s easy to do. Just cut the skin and stick it," Yan hang said with a smile. "If you don''t dare to wear it on your neck, just wrap it around your wrist. If you don''t dare to hide it, you won''t be confused with other steel bars."


    The first day of junior high school has been holding gangkai''er in his hand. When he got up and went home, he put it in his pocket.


    Yan hang didn''t expect that someone would care so much about a ganger.


    "Brother Xiaotian, you see him off," my father said, leaning on the sofa, "there seems to be no light in that section of the road."


    "It''s OK," the first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, "I''m a man."


    "Come on, I''ll walk for a while." Yan hang said.


    Dad knows that the first day of junior high school is always bullied. Now it''s warm. At this time, the night life of hooligans and gangsters has just begun. I''m afraid that the first day of junior high school will be happy and be defeated when I go home.


    After accompanying junior one through the road without street lights, junior one pointed to an old building in front of him and said, "my home is there."


    "Well." Yan hang looked at it and didn''t know which building he was referring to, but he knew that junior one should not be willing to let people near his home, so he stopped.


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "There''s a lot of rubbish. Go back." Yan hang said.


    "If there is, one day," junior one looked at him, "you go, I will, miss you very much."


    Yan hang smiles.


    The first day of junior high school also laughed, came over and grasped his hand, gently grasped it, turned around and walked quickly.


    "You didn''t wake up when you went to work on it, did you?" Yan hang looked at his father, "what''s the matter with Yan? How can I use it when I take it out? Why don''t you write about the Northern Song Dynasty? Or you might as well print two more words on it. "


    "What word?" Dad asked while eating with great interest.


    "False evidence." Yan hang said.


    Dad finished his last mouthful of noodles while laughing, leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time: "we prince, after all, we were primary school students..."


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 Chapter 104

    "Go to his house," Dad said, "and make another call."


    "Well." Yan hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number of junior one.


    This time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, it''s that we can''t get through at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


    When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.


    He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.


    When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


    Junior one didn''t know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.


    The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.


    "I''ll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.


    Junior one didn''t say a word, and didn''t move.


    "The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."


    On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.


    Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.


    Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.


    "Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing''s face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.


    "Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."


    Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.


    "To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don''t get into your twenties, it''s just three streets. It''s boring."


    Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn''t jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I''m planted today. Leave a name."


    "Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.


    Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn''t know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.


    Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.


    "Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."


    "Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."


    Yan hang smiles.


    "Go." Liang Bing turned and left.


    The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.


    It was quiet all around.


    Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang''s face and said, "is it serious


    "It''s OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It''s going to scab You didn''t hurt anything, did you? "


    Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I''m sorry."


    "You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn''t go on, just patted him on the head, "go."


    "Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."


    "No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.


    The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.


    "OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can''t see it. It''s very strong."


    "No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.


    The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.


    He was relieved.


    Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang''s home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.


    Nervous, scared, angry, anxious


    After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.


    From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.


    He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.


    Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.


    But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.


    The steps under my feet are a little unsteady."Didn''t you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi didn''t make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.


    "No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."


    Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."


    "Well." Chuichi smiles.


    When he got home, Yan hang didn''t go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.


    "You don''t think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked.


    "14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.


    "Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"


    "I''ll change it right away. I''ll change my summer school. I''ll take it." Junior one said.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let''s change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."


    There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.


    Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.


    When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."


    Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.


    His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers'' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.


    Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.


    The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person''s temperament is not the same with the clothes. It''s a little cool.


    It''s just too short.


    Tut tut.


    "Ice packs." Dad said it again.


    "Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.


    "A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.


    Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what''s the name of that man?"


    "Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don''t think I can help you."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn''t mention it.


    Just now, he didn''t lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.


    He doesn''t care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn''t stay anywhere long.


    But junior one is different.


    As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.


    "On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."


    The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.


    "I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I''ll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can''t run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."


    "Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.


    "It''s no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."


    "Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."


    "Tomorrow will do." Dad said.


    "Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don''t drink, drink?"


    "Lemon juice." Dad said right away.


    Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.


    "I drink lemon juice." Dad said.


    "Just this one." Yan hang said.


    "This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."


    I don''t know if I''m hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.


    But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.


    Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school.


    "Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I''ll call a car to come here later."


    "No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.


    "Not far?" Yan hang asked.


    "If you don''t take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus


    Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it''s better to take a taxi."Junior one did not speak, sighed.


    I envy Yan hang very much.


    I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.


    The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.


    Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn''t believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.


    When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven, God''s soldiers were coming from heaven


    I envy him very much, but he doesn''t have such a father.


    Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.


    And he is not Yan hang.


    "Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."


    "Let''s go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."


    Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."


    "Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.


    Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.


    Yan Hang''s clothes smell very good. I don''t know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang''s own breath.


    He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.


    It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang''s face, he froze.


    Yan Hang is squinting at him.


    "Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.


    At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian''er."


    "Washed clothes." Yan hang said.


    "No, it''s not," he said hastily. "I''m The clothes are very fragrant. "


    "because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.


    Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.


    The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.


    After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.


    "Music Festival." He said.


    "All right." The driver nodded and drove out.


    Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don''t know which square has no influence, do we?"


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.


    When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.


    He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.


    It''s very smooth and feels very good.


    He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang''s hand: "here you are."


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


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 Chapter 105

    "Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.


    Yan hang saw the name at a glance.


    Yan Shu.


    He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."


    "What''s the matter? Why don''t you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.


    "I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."


    "No, it can''t be changed." Dad shook his head.


    "Why?" Yan hang said.


    "Yan Shu is Yan Jidao''s father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn''t know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"


    "Yes, I''ll tell you about it?" Dad said.


    "Good." Yan hang nodded.


    "Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"


    "Ah." Yan hang looks at him.


    "He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."


    Yan hang opened his mouth and didn''t say anything.


    "Later, I was confused. I can''t remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"


    Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."


    "OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.


    Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I''ll go and lie down for a while."


    "Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can''t sleep."


    "No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.


    Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.


    He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.


    However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn''t feel sleepy at all.


    My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.


    After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o''clock.


    Take the medicine.


    Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.


    Forget it. Try again.


    Dad had been worried before: "you''d better control this medicine and don''t take it all the time, or you''ll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."


    Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.


    The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.


    The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.


    Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can''t even name him.


    Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.


    But it doesn''t look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang''s circle of friends.


    Probably because I don''t know more words.


    This is the last class. It''s just a few minutes away.


    Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher''s office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.


    Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang''s trouble. They usually find him at this time.


    On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.


    A few low laughs came from behind.


    It should be a pushpin. He''s very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn''t look back at the first day of junior high school, and he didn''t touch the chair and his back. He just fell on the table.


    There is no reaction at this time, any reaction that can attract their attention will make things continue.


    It''s best if you can be invisible.


    This little wish, he said to tree hole, has not obtained this ability for many years.


    When the class bell rang, the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed to the door. Now they were hungry. Most of them were in a hurry to go home or eat at the door.


    When several people passed by him, they patted him on the head. On the first day of junior high school, they ignored him, put the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.


    Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.


    Sure enough, a pushpin was stuck there by tape.


    At the beginning of the new year, I picked out a thumbtack and pressed it on the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nail, I threw it into the drawer.When I got out of the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher''s office, the road was blocked.


    "Where''s your boss?" Li Zihao asked.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t make a sound, didn''t look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.


    "Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao''s good friends blocked his way back.


    He sighed and stood still.


    "Come on, let''s go home together." Li Zihao pushed him to the school gate.


    Although the first day of junior high school is not very willing, but they are still a few people all the way to the school gate.


    He didn''t care much about what would happen next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store and buy a notebook.


    It seems that there is no chance.


    "Aren''t you arrogant?" After Li Zihao left the school, he gave him a push.


    Junior one wants to say that I''m not arrogant. When did I become arrogant? Isn''t Yan hang arrogant Li Zihao is really not a boss. He can''t even find the right target.


    Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "your boss didn''t mean to cover..."


    Before he finished, he was interrupted by a whistle from the front.


    This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan hang, the first day of junior high school has never heard anyone around him who can whistle so cleanly.


    Li Zihao was about the same as him. When he heard the whistle, he stopped.


    The first day of junior high school, I raised my eyes and looked forward. There was a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.


    Sports pants, masks, elbows in the legs, are leaning to look this way, holding a mobile phone is facing this side.


    "Damn it." Li Zihao expressed his depression in one word.


    The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant. He didn''t know whether Yan hang was here to "cover him up" or just shoot a video or broadcast it directly.


    After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued.".


    Just like this, until Yan hang put his mobile phone back in his pocket and gently tilted his head towards him, he bowed his head and walked quickly.


    Yan hang jumped down from the railing, didn''t say anything, turned around and went straight ahead.


    Junior one bowed his head behind him.


    When he got to the intersection, Yan hang thought about taking junior one to the noodle shop he went to with his father that day to have something to eat. Junior one behind him said, "here, here."


    "Well?" Yan hang looks back at him.


    "I''ll go this way," Chuyi pointed to the right side of the road, opposite to his way home. "Thank you."


    Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan hang couldn''t understand what the first day of junior high school said. He pointed to himself: "you go there, what about me?"


    "Go home." Junior one said.


    Yan hang glared at him and said after several seconds, "do you believe I''ll smoke you now?"


    Junior one looked at him and said nothing.


    ¡°¡­¡­ What are you doing over there? " Yan hang asked.


    "Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of junior high school.


    "Pen and notebook?" Yan hang Leng Leng, almost speechless, after a while he just waved, "let''s go, I''ll go with you."


    "Notes, Ben." The first day of junior high school.


    "Ah Yan hang looked up and yelled, then sighed, "I know, it''s a notebook, there''s no pen."


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    Every time he went to a new place, Yan hang would be bored for a few days. He didn''t know what to do to pass the time.


    However, he would meddle in the business of the first day of junior high school, and would specially come to wait for the first day of junior high school to finish school. He would endure the occasional irritability of the first day of junior high school, not all because of boredom.


    Dad always hoped that he could "contact" more people. Every time he worked, he would be able to contact a lot of people as an answer. In fact, he knew why dad said that.


    He has no friends.


    However, he didn''t seem to have the conditions to make friends for the internal reasons. Dad knew that, so he just talked about it every time, and then he didn''t talk about it any more.


    The first year of junior high school is the most interesting one among the few people he has met in the past two years, except for his colleagues and landlords.


    Junior one took him to a small stationery shop, stopped to see him: "here."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "I''ll wait for you outside. You''ll treat me to dinner later."


    "I have no money." Junior one said.


    "Ten yuan is enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." The first day of junior high school answered and turned to enter the shop.


    Yan hang looked at the shop. There was a stool beside the cash register. He carried the stool out and sat at the door to see the scenery.


    The boss poked his head out of the shop and looked at him. He looked at the boss and said, "hmm?"


    The boss didn''t speak and went back to the store.


    Stationery shop for people who have difficulty in choosing should be regarded as hell. I don''t know if there is such a disease in grade one, but I have to choose for a while.Yan hang took out his mobile phone to see the news. As soon as he lit up the screen, a figure stood next to him.


    He looked up and saw that it was the first day of junior high school. He was holding the notebook he had bought.


    "So fast?" Yan hang Leng Leng, "you are not without the choice of difficult disease, you are simply blind, right? If you go in and touch it, you''ll get it. "


    "Why don''t you," Chuichi looked at him, "sit down, sit down for a while."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Are you always bullied because you don''t have a good mouth? " Yan hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, said thank you to the boss, and then came out to rush to the first day of junior high school and said, "let''s go and eat."


    Junior one did not make a sound, continue to follow him.


    Yan hang said that let the first day of junior high school treat, that is to say, he is going to find a place to eat. If the first day of junior high school is willing, he will eat together.


    All the way back in silence, to the door of the beef noodle shop, the first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.


    "Noodles?" Yan hang asked.


    The first day of junior high school took out a piece of ten yuan in his pocket and handed it over: "here you are."


    "What for?" Yan hang was shocked.


    "You eat noodles." Junior one said.


    "You see?" Yan hang asked.


    "Go home." Junior one said calmly.


    Yan hang looked at him for a long time and then asked, "are you from the earth?"


    "Fire, Mars," Chuichi said with a smile, "big I''m afraid


    Yan hang had no temper, took the money in his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the shop: "ten yuan is not enough."


    "Plain, ten, ten." The first time I saw it, I said it without looking at it.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I can''t live without meat. " Yan hang said.


    The first time I thought about it, I waved to him: "come on."


    Yan hang followed him, walked out of the street, turned into an alley, and couldn''t help asking, "where are you going?"


    The first day of junior high school didn''t speak, and then walked forward for a while. He raised his hand and pointed to a small shop beside him: "look."


    Yan hang turned around.


    It''s also a beef noodle shop. It''s a little bit shabby and much smaller than the previous one. The cashier''s desk is all at the door, and it says 10 yuan for beef noodle.


    ¡°¡­¡­ I''ll fuck you. " Yan hang was completely speechless.


    "Meaning, meaning or not, outside?" The first day of junior high school said, "don''t be surprised..."


    "Shut up." Yan hang said.


    When junior one is going to buy beef noodles, Yan hang reaches for his arm and says, "junior one."


    "Well?" Junior one looks back at him.


    "I''m kidding," said Yan hang. "I''m kidding. I''m kidding. I''m kidding."


    "Ah?" The calm expression of the first day of junior high school has changed, and the tone is full of sudden realization, "Oh..."


    "You go back." Yan hang leaned back to a tree, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and put one in his mouth.


    I raised my eyes and found that junior one was still looking at him.


    "What are you looking at?" said Yan hang. "I''m scared."


    "Thank you." Junior one said.


    "Thank you. Thank you twice." Yan hang lights his cigarette.


    "No, no more, no more," Chuichi whispered. "School."


    Yan hang glanced at him.


    "Another year and a half," the first day of junior high school said, "you go every day, every day, don''t you?"


    Yan hang suddenly didn''t know what to say.


    Chuyi smiles and turns around.


    Yan hang leaned under the tree to finish smoking before he patted his clothes and walked back slowly.


    The first day of junior high school made him feel bad.


    When I got home, my father was making dumplings.


    "Come on, how did you make that kind of goldfish dumpling last time?" Dad said.


    Yan hang washed his hands, sat down at the tea table, took a dumpling skin, made a goldfish dumpling and put it in front of his father.


    "What? Have you not gone out to be a messenger of justice? " Dad looked at him. "Failed?"


    "Ah," Yan hang answered with a smile, "yes."


    Dad did not speak, took a piece of dumpling skin to learn him to wrap the goldfish slowly.


    "Lao Yan," Yan hang leaned back on his chair and looked at him. He touched his pocket and forgot to return the ten yuan he had given to junior one. "Have you ever seen someone who can accept his life with special ease and is not affected at all?"


    "You." Dad said.


    "I''m not calm," Yan said. "I just look indifferent."


    "How do you know if someone else is not," he said with a smile, "who really has no idea."


    Yan hang didn''t speak.


    "Did you look for a job this morning?" Dad asked.


    "Yes, take Yan Jidao''s ID card." Yan hang said.


    "How''s it going?" Dad asked with a smile.


    "I''ll go to work tomorrow," said Yan hang. "It''s very close. It''s a coffee shop next to 846.""How did you say it was so smooth?" Dad asked.


    "That''s it. I asked if you could recruit people. People said what you could do. I said I could do all the food you eat here." Yan hang said.


    "Very good, what we want is this shameless bravado," Dad nodded, "and then?"


    "Let me make cheesecake, and I''ll do it," said Yan hang. "Then the boss asked me if I want to go to the kitchen?"


    "You say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.


    "Yes." Yan hang nodded.


    After a short silence, he was happy with his father and giggled for a long time.


    "You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said while he was happy.


    "I''m only 17 years old," Yan hang said, putting his legs on the tea table. "It''s just a forced act."


    Dad kicked his leg off the tea table.


    "Age." Yan hang said.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, my grandparents and my mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother''s face was very gloomy.


    In his memory, his mother hardly ever laughed. Most of the time, she kept a downward expression on the corner of her mouth. With the growth of age, when the law lines were connected with the corners of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.


    "There are dumplings in the fridge. Go and cook them." Seeing him come in, mom said.


    "Well." On the first day of junior high school, I put down my notebook and put a pile of shoes on the shoe rack. Then I went into the kitchen.


    "There''s no water station at all?" Asked my grandfather.


    "It''s the news this month, but now it''s all gone," my mother said. "What else can I do?"


    Junior one in the kitchen while boiling water to prepare dumplings, while listening to the living room.


    My mother has been working in a water station. Last month, the water station said that business was bad. After half a month''s holiday, my mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. Now it should be yellow.


    "Er Ping said that she would introduce her job to you. Did she?" Grandma asked.


    "Let me go to their kindergarten to be a nurse," my mother said in an angry tone, "don''t you mean to annoy me! Is there anyone who does this? "


    "She''s a teacher and you''re a nurse?" "What the hell!" he cried


    "She didn''t say they were recruiting kindergarten teachers before! How come it''s a conservation job for my family! " Grandma was very dissatisfied with the voice, "clearly bullying people ah!"


    On the first day of junior high school, I closed the door of the kitchen and stood by the stove, watching a pot of water.


    When the water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.


    If you remember correctly, he went to the opposite supermarket to buy it, at least three months ago.


    He looked in the fridge and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said these two bags.


    He had to take these two bags of dumplings apart and have a look. The dumplings have been glued together.


    He hesitated to open the kitchen door and poked out his head: "dumplings are very good, for a long time."


    "How long can it last! It''s not bad, "my mother frowned." it''s ok if you can eat. Which childe are you so particular about? You should go to your aunt''s house. "


    The first day of junior high school, without making a sound, returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.


    When the water was boiling, he took out his mobile phone and exchanged ideas with it for a long time. He made an expression in his circle of friends.


    [strong]


    this time, it''s not that there''s no one to answer, but that there''s no way to connect at all.


    "What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.


    "Let''s go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."


    Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.


    When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


    When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.


    The whole person bumped into the crab''s back and held the crab with his arm from behind.


    This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.


    It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.


    Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn''t support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.


    The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can''t use it now.


    It''s the first time he''s ever had a fight with someone when he''s so old.


    He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can''t bear Liang Bing''s behavior tonight.


    When he saw Liang Bing''s ring across Yan Hang''s face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.


    Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.


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 Chapter 106

    If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Moda ~ "is it ready so soon?" Yan hang picked up the pebble, and the hole in the middle of the rope had been drilled.


    "No, soon," junior one looked at him nervously, "do you like it?"


    "Well." Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.


    "Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


    Before getting out of the car, he couldn''t help opening the red rope''s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.


    Junior one''s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.


    Today is the first day of the music festival, and it''s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.


    Music, people''s laughter and shouts.


    Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.


    He doesn''t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won''t take him on this occasion to join the fun.


    Today''s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year''s fireworks party.


    "Go to the front?" Dad asked.


    Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.


    The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.


    "Go to the tree over there. It''s too close. It''s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right." Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.


    There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.


    When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: "go up..."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn''t stand after he went up.


    "Hold on to me." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: "little short, son."


    "Get the hell out of here." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.


    There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.


    Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.


    Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he''s all right.


    In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.


    This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn''t even take a second.


    It''s so dry and crisp that it''s thrown away.


    No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.


    Dad didn''t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.


    "Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. "You can see clearly."


    "Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan." Junior one took the telescope.


    "Don''t call it that standard," Dad said. "It''s a long string."


    "Thank you, uncle." Junior one said.


    "Yes, that''s a lot easier." Dad nodded.


    Junior one looked down at the telescope: "I have not played this, this."


    "Now play," Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, "very clear."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, "OK, far away."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: "I see."


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy: "native goods."


    "Foreign goods," the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, "be serious."


    By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.


    When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.


    The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.


    It''s a song dad likes very much.


    My father''s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.


    ¡°One day£¬I won''t be insane¡­¡­¡± Dad started to sing along.


    Yan hang smiles and sings: "won''t play, all their football games, we all need to play..."


    The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," the first day of junior high school said, "take it as you please. It''s a surprise."


    After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.


    Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.


    The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.


    It''s like shouting.


    It''s like struggling.


    The noiseless confusion of black and white.


    Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.


    "The first day of junior high school," my father called, "how about changing places?"


    "Good." The first time I thought about it, I agreed.


    "Go there, farther away," my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"


    The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: "yes, I invite you to drink tea."


    "Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed," Yan said, "and he''s always thinking about treating people."


    "No, not every time, robbed." I jumped off the stone bench.


    "With uncle, it''s not your turn to treat," Dad said with a smile. "Go and sit there for a while."


    Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.


    After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi smiles at him: "your hands are a little cold."


    "Well," answered Yan hang, "the wind is strong."After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn''t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: "why don''t you call me brother Sheng and I''ll lead you across the street?"


    "You are, not harm, afraid." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.


    There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it''s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It''s very comfortable.


    They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.


    As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn''t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "didn''t you come out like this before?"


    "In the evening, at home," sat down on the first day of junior high school, "stupefied."


    "Isn''t that boring?" Dad sighed.


    "In Yeh, Yeh''s house is fun," the first day of junior high school turned the cup, "you can go on holiday."


    "Grandfather''s house is far away, isn''t it?" Dad asked again.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.


    This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.


    Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.


    "You stammer," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "when did it start?"


    "Remember, things start," the first thought, "my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way."


    "Then you are scared." Dad said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s not stupid


    "I can see that," Dad said. "You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won''t stammer."


    "Really Yes Do you... " Junior one said.


    Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.


    "You see, I don''t stammer anymore." Dad, clap.


    "He doesn''t stutter when he says three words." Yan hang said.


    Dad was happy: "then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "Fourteen, that''s the problem," Chuyi sighed. "It''s longer, longer, isn''t it?"


    Yan hang couldn''t hold his mobile phone with a smile: "the sentence behind you is long."


    "OK," Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, "straight Broadcast Is that right? "


    "No, video." Yan hang said.


    "You For What What... " The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of


    "Take your time," Yan said with a smile. "It''s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer."


    "Well." Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, "this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. "


    Yan hang and his father don''t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn''t care what he is. He doesn''t care.


    When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o''clock.


    "Yo," dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."


    "I don''t think I''ll be able to get a taxi at this moment," said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. "There are so many people."


    "Bus, deliver the car." Junior one said.


    Yan hang doesn''t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn''t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.


    However, there''s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can''t take a taxi. It''s too long to walk back. It''s just a crowded bus.


    And it''s really crowded.


    There are more than three people who can''t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.


    "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.


    Yan hang sighed and laughed: "shut up."


    After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.


    The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.


    As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: "ah!"


    "How," Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, "hard?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, it''s not, "the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again," I''m not yet, I''m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. ""Why are you so surprised?" Yan hang asked.


    "Little stone," the first day of junior high school said, "yes, yes, no, it''s dropped?"


    "No," Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. "I can feel it. It''s not so easy to drop the clasp."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, "I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone."


    "Don''t worry," Yan hang said with a smile. "In fact, I haven''t received any gifts. I won''t lose them so easily."


    When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on.


    "See?" Yan hang asked.


    "A bottle, a cap." The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.


    "A bottle cap." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school began to laugh: "still say me, owe son."


    "Let''s go. Hurry up. I''ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again." Yan hang said.


    "No one cares about me at night," he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, "late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. "


    Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry.


    Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.


    The co driver''s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.


    "My father," the first day of junior high school, went over, "you''re back, coming?"


    "Where have you been?" On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, "get on the bus, I''ll see you off."


    With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away."


    "I..." There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang patted him on the back, "do you want to walk back alone?"


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, "it''s very open today, heart, good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    "Good night, uncle." The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.


    "Good night." Dad waved his hand.


    After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.


    After a moment''s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: "it''s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?"


    "I don''t know," Dad lit a cigarette and went on, "I saw him for the first time anyway."


    Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.


    In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.


    On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.


    My mother didn''t pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn''t notice it.


    But he hasn''t talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?


    After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.


    But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn''t have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it''s just to make her splash and be happy.


    Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn''t seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.


    It''s impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.


    In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people''s attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.


    A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn''t fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.


    Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.


    For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.


    In my life, I probably can''t have the aura of Yan hang.


    Full of arrogance.


    He doesn''t need Yan Hang''s protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.


    It''s been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It''s very common, very common and plain communication.


    What''s more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.Good students, bad students do not have the kind.


    It''s a pity.


    If only we didn''t get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don''t need to worry about Yan Hang''s going to leave one day.


    Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.


    Junior one bowed his head and didn''t respond. He didn''t need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.


    Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won''t do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.


    You don''t even have to run.


    "Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn''t your boss send you to school?"


    On the first day of junior high school, keep going.


    "Does your boss think it''s over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.


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 Chapter 107

    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.


    "Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


    Before getting out of the car, he couldn''t help opening the red rope''s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.


    Junior one''s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.


    Today is the first day of the music festival, and it''s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.


    Music, people''s laughter and shouts.


    Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.


    He doesn''t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won''t take him on this occasion to join the fun.


    Today''s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year''s fireworks party.


    "Go to the front?" Dad asked.


    Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.


    The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.


    "Go to the tree over there. It''s too close. It''s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right." Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.


    There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.


    When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: "go up..."


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.


    However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn''t stand after he went up.


    "Hold on to me." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: "little short, son."


    "Get the hell out of here." Yan hang looks at him.


    "No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.


    There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.


    Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.


    Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he''s all right.In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.


    This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.


    On the first day of junior high school, he didn''t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn''t even take a second.


    It''s so dry and crisp that it''s thrown away.


    No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.


    Dad didn''t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.


    "Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. "You can see clearly."


    "Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan." Junior one took the telescope.


    "Don''t call it that standard," Dad said. "It''s a long string."


    "Thank you, uncle." Junior one said.


    "Yes, that''s a lot easier." Dad nodded.


    Junior one looked down at the telescope: "I have not played this, this."


    "Now play," Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, "very clear."


    "Ah," the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, "OK, far away."


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: "I see."


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy: "native goods."


    "Foreign goods," the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, "be serious."


    By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.


    When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.


    The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.


    It''s a song dad likes very much.


    My father''s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.


    ¡°One day£¬I won''t be insane¡­¡­¡± Dad started to sing along.


    Yan hang smiles and sings: "won''t play, all their football games, we all need to play..."


    The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.


    "What''s the matter?" Yan hang asked.


    "No, it''s nothing," the first day of junior high school said, "take it as you please. It''s a surprise."


    After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.


    Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.


    The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.


    It''s like shouting.


    It''s like struggling.


    The noiseless confusion of black and white.


    Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.


    "The first day of junior high school," my father called, "how about changing places?"


    "Good." The first time I thought about it, I agreed.


    "Go there, farther away," my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"


    The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: "yes, I invite you to drink tea."


    "Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed," Yan said, "and he''s always thinking about treating people."


    "No, not every time, robbed." I jumped off the stone bench.


    "With uncle, it''s not your turn to treat," Dad said with a smile. "Go and sit there for a while."


    Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.


    After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.


    Chuyi smiles at him: "your hands are a little cold."


    "Well," answered Yan hang, "the wind is strong."


    After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn''t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: "why don''t you call me brother Sheng and I''ll lead you across the street?"


    "You are, not harm, afraid." First day of junior high school.


    Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.


    The first day of junior high school still didn''t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.


    There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it''s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It''s very comfortable.


    They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn''t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.


    "On the first day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "didn''t you come out like this before?"


    "In the evening, at home," sat down on the first day of junior high school, "stupefied."


    "Isn''t that boring?" Dad sighed.


    "In Yeh, Yeh''s house is fun," the first day of junior high school turned the cup, "you can go on holiday."


    "Grandfather''s house is far away, isn''t it?" Dad asked again.


    "Well." Just a little bit.


    While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.


    This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.


    Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.


    "You stammer," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "when did it start?"


    "Remember, things start," the first thought, "my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way."


    "Then you are scared." Dad said.


    "Well," Chuichi said with a smile, "it''s not stupid


    "I can see that," Dad said. "You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won''t stammer."


    "Really Yes Do you... " Junior one said.


    Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.


    "You see, I don''t stammer anymore." Dad, clap.


    "He doesn''t stutter when he says three words." Yan hang said.


    Dad was happy: "then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?"


    "Fourteen, that''s the problem," Chuyi sighed. "It''s longer, longer, isn''t it?"


    Yan hang couldn''t hold his mobile phone with a smile: "the sentence behind you is long."


    "OK," Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, "straight Broadcast Is that right? "


    "No, video." Yan hang said.


    "You For What What... " The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of


    "Take your time," Yan said with a smile. "It''s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer."


    "Well." Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, "this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. "


    Yan hang and his father don''t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn''t care what he is. He doesn''t care.


    When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o''clock.


    "Yo," dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."


    "I don''t think I''ll be able to get a taxi at this moment," said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. "There are so many people."


    "Bus, deliver the car." Junior one said.


    Yan hang doesn''t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn''t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.


    However, there''s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can''t take a taxi. It''s too long to walk back. It''s just a crowded bus.


    And it''s really crowded.


    There are more than three people who can''t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.


    "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.


    Yan hang sighed and laughed: "shut up."


    After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.


    The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.


    As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: "ah!"


    "How," Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, "hard?"


    ¡°¡­¡­ No, it''s not, "the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again," I''m not yet, I''m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. "


    "Why are you so surprised?" Yan hang asked.


    "Little stone," the first day of junior high school said, "yes, yes, no, it''s dropped?"


    "No," Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. "I can feel it. It''s not so easy to drop the clasp."


    "Oh," the first day of junior high school was relieved, "I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone."


    "Don''t worry," Yan hang said with a smile. "In fact, I haven''t received any gifts. I won''t lose them so easily."


    When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on."See?" Yan hang asked.


    "A bottle, a cap." The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.


    "A bottle cap." Yan hang said.


    The first day of junior high school began to laugh: "still say me, owe son."


    "Let''s go. Hurry up. I''ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again." Yan hang said.


    "No one cares about me at night," he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, "late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. "


    Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.


    "First day of junior high school!" There was a cry.


    Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.


    The co driver''s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.


    "My father," the first day of junior high school, went over, "you''re back, coming?"


    "Where have you been?" On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, "get on the bus, I''ll see you off."


    With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang''s face.


    Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away."


    "I..." There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.


    "Get in the car," Yan hang patted him on the back, "do you want to walk back alone?"


    "Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, "it''s very open today, heart, good night."


    "Good night." Yan hang said.


    "Good night, uncle." The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.


    "Good night." Dad waved his hand.


    After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.


    After a moment''s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: "it''s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?"


    "I don''t know," Dad lit a cigarette and went on, "I saw him for the first time anyway."


    Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.


    In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.


    "Well." Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.


    When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can''t go through."


    "This will do." Yan hang said.


    "Lord, if I don''t, I won''t make it up." Junior one said.


    Yan hang laughed: "I know."


    This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it''s very cool to tie it to the ankle.


    "In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show." Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.


    "Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei," Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. "It''s good-looking."


    "Do you have mine?" Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, "little dog."


    "It''s good. It''s a lot," the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. "I''ll show you the photos. You can choose one."


    "Good." Dad nodded.


    The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.


    Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It''s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.


    Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.


    "What are we doing?" Dad asked.


    "Wait to see the pictures." Yan hang said.


    "Oh." Dad nodded.


    The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called "little stone" in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn''t changed for a long time.


    "There is a picture, a picture," the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, "time flies."


    "Yes," Dad touched his chin. "I''ve got a beard."


    It''s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: "that''s it. It''s not good-looking."


    "It''s very nice," Dad took his cell phone. "I''ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?"


    "Well!" On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.


    Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.


    The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don''t need to be ground for a long time to hide.


    But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely."Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.


    "It''s just like this," said junior one. "I found it in the river."


    "I''ll take this. I can put it on my hand." Dad said.


    "I''ll bring it to you tomorrow." Chuichi said with a smile.


    "Thank you." Dad said.


    "You''re welcome." The first day of junior high school.


    The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn''t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.


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 Chapter 108

    On a good weekend, my father went to talk business. My mother made an appointment with some sisters to have tea at home. By the way, I went to Bimei. Zhou Chunyang was lying in bed, looking at his cell phone bored.


    Usually a few people who play games together are not online. He has no fun playing alone, so he stares at a group of students in junior high school chatting.


    I don''t know how to talk about the party.


    As soon as we talk about the party, many people come out again. They say that they haven''t seen each other for a long time, and they don''t know what''s going on. They should get together.


    Long time no see?


    Zhou Chunyang doesn''t feel much. Maybe he has a good memory. It seems that he has met all these students just yesterday. He doesn''t have the illusion of "a long time". He even thinks that it was yesterday before he and junior one "negotiated" in Yan Hang''s restaurant.


    Maybe it''s too lonely. Every day it''s the same, so it''s like never.


    The only fresh thing is that after going to the new school, I met Yan hang. He thought that he was very handsome. As a result, he didn''t do anything because he was not allowed in the first day of junior high school.


    What a miserable life.


    -Will Li Lin go or not?


    Zhou Chunyang didn''t have the interest to go to the classmate party. He planned to put down his mobile phone and turn on the computer. When he saw Li Lin''s name, he stopped again and continued to look at the mobile phone screen.


    -Who''s going?


    Li Lin asked.


    -Now, all those who talk are going to


    - what about those who don''t talk?


    Li Lin asked again.


    Zhou Chunyang smiles. He can almost know who Li Lin is asking.


    -There are few people who haven''t spoken yet. Who hasn''t spoken yet.


    The monitor is his deskmate. He is a very honest man. As long as he doesn''t really annoy him, he can be bullied.


    Zhou Chunyang had been at the same table with him for two years, but he didn''t think the monitor was any better. Now when he saw the monitor circling him, he suddenly felt that the monitor was still very cute.


    He did not reply, holding a mobile phone Meizizi place a cigarette.


    The group leader came out and made an announcement. Several people who had not spoken all the time came out and said they would all go.


    After almost 20 minutes, Zhou Chunyang just typed a few words on his mobile phone and sent them out.


    -Party? what time?


    Several people gave him a preliminary time.


    -I''ll have a look when I get there. I''m not sure. If I can go, I''ll go.


    everyone asks him to go one after another, and some others call him on the way.


    Zhou Chunyang didn''t look closely either, so he stared at Li Lin''s name.


    But this guy has never said anything since the squad leader beat him. He doesn''t know whether he is peeping or walking away.


    And this silence, directly silent for several days.


    But Zhou Chunyang is not in a hurry. Anyway, he hasn''t had a bubble for several days.


    When the monitor called, Zhou Chunyang was chased by his mother with a magazine because he was smoking in the room. He called from the bedroom to the living room on the first floor and from the living room back to the bedroom on the second floor.


    "I''ll take a phone call, I''ll take a phone call," Zhou Chunyang said as he took out his mobile phone and raised his hand to block his mother''s magazine attack. "You can continue after I take it."


    Mom ignored him, hit him twice again, turned around and left.


    "Hello, monitor." Zhou Chunyang answers the phone.


    "Are you busy?" Asked the monitor.


    "Not bad," Zhou Chunyang said. "What''s the matter?"


    "What else can I do? Can you go tomorrow?" Asked the monitor.


    Yes, of course. If Li Lin could, he would certainly go, but now he doesn''t know whether Li Lin will go or not


    "I You should be able to go He said.


    Whether he goes or not can''t be judged by Li Lin, which makes Li Lin realize that he has no face.


    "Don''t worry, make sure," said the monitor. "I want to book a table. I have to make sure of the number of people."


    "Oh, I can go," Zhou Chunyang said with a Tut, and naturally asked, "are there many people going?"


    "Basically," the monitor said, "I called one by one to confirm."


    Basically.


    The word "basic" is quite mysterious. Nine out of ten go, which is called "basic". But if this one happens to be Li Lin, then the party is meaningless to him.


    Ah.


    Li Lin was transferred to their class in the second year of junior high school. He was almost always at the front and back tables. In the second and third year of junior high school, the farthest range was just an aisle.


    The relationship between him and the monitor is quite ordinary.


    However, he is very concerned about Li Lin, not because Li Lin is the first peer he met after he found that he was interested in boys, but because he watched BL with his mobile phone when he was in self-study class. Xiao Huang man was seen by Li Lin.


    In fact, it doesn''t matter who sees him. It''s just that Li Lin''s reaction at that time was different from others.I just looked at him, and there was no surprise in my eyes.


    It''s so peaceful.


    He thinks Li Lin is probably the same as him.


    And this man also pays attention to him, and thinks he hasn''t been found.


    However, in the past two years, they have always been just an ordinary classmate with occasional words. Zhou Chunyang didn''t want to have anything to do with him.


    If it was not the first day of junior high school, he would not have any contact with Li Lin after graduation. At least he would try to get close to Yan hang.


    Now the idea of approaching Yan Hang is directly interrupted by the first day of junior high school. When he sees Li Lin''s name again, he suddenly feels different.


    After calling the monitor, he checked in Li Lin''s photo album.


    This person has a lot of friends, but few of them take self portraits. They eat a lot and have no sense of beauty. They all take instant noodles, and the words "instant noodles" are added after they are taken.


    Zhou Chunyang speculates that there are people in his circle of friends who are not very good at IQ.


    The hotel where the students get together is ordered by the monitor. It''s not far from Zhou Chunyang''s home. It''s only five minutes by taxi.


    From six o''clock, at five thirty, my mother knocked on the door: "don''t be late."


    "If you''re late for a classmate party, you''ll be late." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "Do you think you''ll be able to attract people''s attention if you arrive late," my mother said. "They''re all old classmates. I''ve been watching you for three years."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Then I can''t go out now, "Zhou Chunyang said." when I go out now, I must be the monitor only. It seems that I''m short of this meal. "


    In fact, the clothes have not been selected.


    No matter whether Li Lin will go or not today, he always pays attention to his image.


    Besides, he always had a keen sixth sense, and his conjecture was that Li Lin should go.


    His judgment is quite correct. Li Lin not only came, but also arrived earlier than him.


    When he entered the box, Li Lin was already sitting in the box talking with some classmates.


    "Chunyang is coming," someone said. "I''m afraid you won''t come."


    "Why don''t I come." Zhou Chunyang smiles.


    "Chunyang hasn''t changed much." The monitor came up and patted him on the shoulder.


    "OK," Zhou Chunyang nodded, "not old."


    The whole group laughed.


    Zhou Chunyang took a look at Li Lin, and then he looked at Li Lin with a smile.


    Li Lin also smiles.


    When he was considering whether to sit next to Li Lin, Li Lin turned his head and continued to chat with others.


    Ah, I''ll go to your uncle.


    Zhou Chunyang sat next to the monitor.


    Maybe this is the first party after graduating from junior high school. Although the interval is very short, all kinds of new things in senior high school are eager to share, and they are chatting with each other.


    Zhou Chunyang generally listens and occasionally says a few words. Besides, his school has nothing to say. He is not interested in talking about a pile of auto parts every day.


    Li Lin went to a key high school in the city, and his class grades were very poor. Li Lin went to a key high school and asked about them one by one.


    "Are there many beauties? Female Xueba is very attractive. " Some people sigh.


    "I didn''t notice." Li Lin smiles.


    This answer is very interesting, Zhou Chunyang looked at him, once again with Li Lin''s eyes on.


    So Zhou Chunyang thinks that Li Lin always pays attention to him because he can see Li Lin ten times, and eight times he can see Li Lin with four opposite eyes.


    "Ah, Chunyang, what about you?" Someone asked again.


    "You ask bullshit." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "There are no beauties in your school?" Asked the monitor.


    "They don''t have girls." Li Lin said.


    "What''s your major?"


    "Auto repair." Li Lin said.


    "Well," Zhou Chunyang took a sip of tea, "there''s no woman."


    "Very good." Li Lin smiles.


    Zhou Chunyang looked at him, and Li Lin''s smile was still there. He didn''t seem to put it away, so Zhou Chunyang also laughed.


    Li Lin didn''t seem to have changed much, but Zhou Chunyang still felt that he was different from before.


    Anyway, he didn''t look at Li Lin in a meal before. He didn''t have such a big attraction.


    Today, he didn''t eat much of the meal. He listened to his classmates talking in his ears and looked at Li Lin uncontrollably from time to time.


    Every time I can find Li Lin looking at him.


    But except for the professional time, Li Lin would turn around and talk to others.


    This makes Zhou Chunyang a little uncomfortable.


    Every time I look at him, my eyes can be aligned. At least it shows that he has more time to look at himself than he has to look at him?


    Towards the end of the meal, a group of excited people who had a little beer began to stand up and stroll back and forth between several tables to express their feelings.Li Lin also stood up.


    This time Zhou Chunyang controlled his sight and sat on his seat without leaning.


    But unexpectedly, Li Lin directly sat down on the chair that the monitor left behind. He turned his head and looked at Li Lin.


    Li Lin dragged his chair next to him, picked up the glass in front of him, took a sip of beer, and then laughed: "you really haven''t changed much."


    "I don''t have time to change in such a short time." Zhou Chunyang took a look at his cup.


    Li Lin stood up again, went back to his original position, took the glass, poured himself a glass of beer, and filled Zhou Chunyang''s glass with beer.


    "Let''s have a drink." He picked up the cup.


    Zhou Chunyang didn''t speak. He took his cup and touched it with him. He drank half a cup.


    Li Lin drank more than half of the glass, then wiped his mouth when he put it down.


    I don''t know why, Zhou Chunyang feels this action is a little sexy.


    Maybe it''s too close? He and Li Lin have been together for two years. Now this face-to-face distance is the most recent between them. Li Lin leans towards him and turns around if he wants to have a fight.


    Or is it because they used the same cup and drank the same place with Li Lin? This program is really a bit ambiguous.


    "How are you doing now?" Li Lin asked, "I just didn''t listen to you."


    "That''s it," Zhou Chunyang said. "There was nothing to say."


    "Oh." Li Lin smiles, "I think your circle of friends is quite interesting."


    Zhou Chunyang didn''t speak.


    "Although there are no beauties in the major," Li Lin said, "there are handsome men in the dormitory."


    Zhou Chunyang turned his head and looked at him.


    Handsome refers to the first day of junior high school, but Li Lin always feels that there is another layer in it.


    "Do you have a boyfriend?" Li Lin asked suddenly.


    "No Zhou Chunyang habitually followed the answer.


    He was stunned after answering.


    "Oh," Li Lin nodded, patted him on the shoulder and stood up, "keep working hard."


    Before he could speak again, Li Lin had gone to another table.


    Zhou Chunyang stares back at him, and has an impulse to bring him back and beat him.


    Now he can be sure that Li Lin is the same as him. Even if he was not sure before, he has been very sure after the communication in the past few minutes, but he doesn''t know what Li Lin wants.


    I have a bad feeling that I have been teased.


    But he didn''t show it. He continued to chat with other people while drinking. He just didn''t look at Li Lin again.


    After dinner, we all stood at the door of the hotel, some of them continued to chat, some of them were busy arranging to deliver a few bottles of beer. When they went down, they floated home, and some of them made an appointment to go together in the same direction.


    "Shall we go?" Zhou Chunyang went to Li Lin and asked.


    "Well?" Li Lin looked at him and said, "go."


    Zhou Chunyang tilted his head and turned to walk along the road. Li Lin said something to some of his classmates and followed up.


    "You didn''t drink high, did you?" Zhou Chunyang asked.


    "No," Li Lin said, "I didn''t drink much either."


    "Oh." Zhou Chunyang touched the cigarette as he walked, lit one and held it in his mouth, then looked at him, "you don''t smoke, do you?"


    "No smoking." Li Lin smiles.


    "Well." Zhou Chunyang nodded and said nothing.


    It''s very cold outside, but they''ve just come out eating and chatting, and they''re still very warm. The atmosphere at this moment should be very comfortable. Warm yellow street lights, not many pedestrians on the road, music from the shops nearby, and two people who are not drunk but a little dizzy.


    if Li Lin hadn''t flirted with him before, he would have liked to find a movie theater to buy two tickets at random and stay with Li Lin in the dark.


    It''s a pity.


    Zhou Chunyang sneered in his heart.


    Along the way, Li Lin turned to talk to him at least three times. He turned his head and looked at the shop by the side of the road.


    Finally, when he got to the intersection, he finished smoking. He pinched his cigarette in the garbage can by the side of the road, and then asked, "where are you going?"


    Li Lin hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the right: "over there."


    "Oh." Zhou Chunyang smiles.


    Li Lin''s house is not in the same direction as his house. On the right side is his way home. If Li Lin had to walk this way, he would have been able to go back if he had to make a detour


    "I''ll go that way." Zhou Chunyang pointed to the left.


    "Well?" Li Lin was obviously stunned.


    "Good night." Zhou Chunyang patted him on the shoulder and walked to the left.


    He didn''t see what Li Lin''s reaction was. Anyway, he was happy.


    He didn''t reach for a taxi until he came to the front corner.


    After getting on the bus, his mobile phone rang a few times and took a look. It was several classmates who scolded him in the group and ran away without saying a word, asking him to treat.-I''m in a hurry. I''m sorry. It''s OK to treat. You can decide the time and place.


    - do you have another round to catch up with?


    someone asked.


    Zhou Chunyang smiles and pokes on his mobile phone.


    -Yes, he also made an appointment with someone


    after sending the message, he put his mobile phone back in his pocket and stretched happily. When he passed the intersection where he had left Li Lin, he looked out.


    Li Lin is no longer at the intersection.


    He did another stretch to make you feel better.


    The mobile phone rings again in his pocket. Zhou Chunyang slowly takes it out and has a look. It''s a message from Li Lin.


    Just two words.


    -Good night


    neuropathy. Zhou Chunyang didn''t reply and put his mobile phone in his pocket.


    In the next few days, Li Lin didn''t make any more noise. As usual, his circle of friends gave him some food with no aesthetic feeling.


    Out of disdain for Li Lin''s photography level and content, Zhou Chunyang took a dirty picture in the training room, sent out a circle of friends, and matched it with two words.


    -Qi Feng.


    A large group of people commented on him and asked him if he was hungry.


    To Zhou Chunyang''s surprise, Li Lin understood what he meant.


    The next day, Li Lin sent a picture of a doughnut with the words tire.


    Zhou Chunyang praised him.


    Less than half an hour after the praise, Li Lin sent him a message.


    -Do you want to eat?


    Zhou Chunyang answered a question mark inexplicably.


    Li Lin sent the picture of the filter he had posted in his circle of friends.


    Zhou Chunyang smiles.


    -If you want to eat, I''ll treat you, and you''ll be satisfied.


    - please eat doughnuts.


    Zhou Chunyang was stunned by the news.


    -Are you free tomorrow?


    Li Lin sent another one.


    Zhou Chunyang stares at the two pieces of news for a long time, trying to interpret the meaning of the head here. Is it what Li Lin wants to express, or does he want to revenge for what he left at the intersection that day?


    At the moment, he didn''t dare easily answer whether to go or not.


    -Chunyang?


    Li Lin sent a third message.


    -OK


    Zhou Chunyang immediately gave him a reply.


    It''s Chunyang.


    Others call him Chunyang, but he doesn''t feel much. His parents, relatives, friends, classmates, all people call him Chunyang, but I don''t know why. Li Lin didn''t call him Chunyang, just typed two words, and he suddenly felt very comfortable.


    Out of caution, Zhou Chunyang arrived at the appointed place five minutes late, and didn''t rush to get off when he got there. Instead, he took a taxi and looked out first. When he saw Li Lin standing on the side of the road playing with his mobile phone, he opened the door and got off.


    "I''m sorry," he went up to Li Lin, "it''s a bit blocked when he comes here."


    "It''s OK," Li Lin said with a smile. "I just arrived."


    Li Lin looks good when he smiles. He has a tiger tooth.


    Zhou Chunyang thinks that he likes a wide range of looks. Li Lin, Yan hang and junior one all think that they are good-looking, but these three people have three completely different styles.


    Li Lin is a good student, but as long as he smiles, he is not so good. Even if he has a tiger tooth, he can''t hide his sinister.


    ¡­¡­ Insidious, not accurate.


    Cunning?


    Evil?


    If you don''t go to school well, you have to work hard to find an adjective.


    "Why don''t you hang out in the sun?" Li Lin took him into a small shop.


    "Whatever." Zhou Chunyang said.


    "It''s not very windy today," Li Lin walked through the shop to the wooden corridor by the sea. "I usually like to stay outside."


    "Do you treat people to doughnuts every time?" Zhou Chunyang asked.


    "No," Li Lin went to a nearby table and sat down. He stretched his legs and gave him a smile. "He usually comes here alone."


    "Oh, a person, thinking about life." Zhou Chunyang hesitated to sit opposite him or next to him.


    "Homework," Li Lin pushed the chair next to him out from under the table with his feet, "don''t you never come out alone?"


    Zhou Chunyang sat down and leaned back to look at the sailing boat in front of him: "I don''t like being alone."


    "What about two?" Li Lin asked with a smile.


    "Look who it is." Zhou Chunyang took a look at him.


    The waiter came over, Li Lin ordered doughnuts and hot milk, and Zhou Chunyang ordered Qi Feng and hot cocoa.


    "No problem with me?" Li Lin asked.


    Zhou Chunyang smiles and doesn''t speak.


    The waiter delivered the things they ordered. Li Lin put the doughnut in front of him, took Qi Feng and poured his hot cocoa into the milk."Do you have the habit of robbing other people to drink?" Zhou Chunyang couldn''t help asking.


    "Look who''s taking it." Li Lin took a sip of milk with a smile and turned to look at the sea.


    Zhou Chunyang also stared at the sea for a while, changed the topic: "when you send a circle of friends, does someone point a gun at you and shoot you?"


    Li Lin turned around and laughed for a long time without stopping.


    "To make instant noodles, you need notes." Zhou Chunyang looks at him.


    I''m really good-looking when I smile. I want to touch it.


    "It''s just boring," Li Lin said with a smile. "It''s uncomfortable just to make a picture without saying anything."


    Zhou Chunyang smiles. When he wants to speak, his mobile phone rings.


    He took it up and took a look. The news came from the first time.


    It''s quite unexpected. There''s nothing wrong with the first day of junior high school, and he won''t send a message to anyone in 10000 years. He was stunned when he looked at it.


    The first time I sent a picture.


    Sunshine sea water corridor, two people are laughing and talking.


    He and Li Lin.


    "What the hell?" He turned his head quickly and looked at the wooden corridor. As expected, he saw junior one and Yan hang.


    "What''s the matter?" Li Lin asked.


    Zhou Chunyang got up and patted him on the shoulder with a worried expression on his face: "wait for me for a while, my classmate."


    After talking with Yan hang and Chuyi, when he went back, he looked at Li Lin sitting in the sunshine and turned his head to look at him. He had a feeling that he couldn''t say it clearly.


    I think it''s very good, if it''s Li Lin.


    For a moment, he felt that he could make things clear.


    But the idea was immediately suppressed after he sat down.


    "The handsome guy in your dormitory?" Li Lin''s mouth is crooked.


    "Well." Zhou Chunyang is not surprised that Li Lin can recognize the first day of junior high school. The first day of junior high school is handsome and cool. Brother Gou doesn''t bark in vain. What he is surprised at is that he is not very happy that Li Lin can remember the first day of junior high school.


    Even if he had something to do with Li Lin and Li Lin had something to do with him, he couldn''t speak first.


    "Is that his boyfriend?" Li Lin asked with a smile.


    "Yes," Zhou Chunyang nodded and sighed, "I like his boyfriend very much. Unfortunately, I can''t say it."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Yes Li Lin was stunned. Then he took a sip of milk with a smile.


    Zhou Chunyang is very satisfied, see who can stimulate who die, small sample.


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 Chapter 109

    V Chapter purchase ratio is not enough, may see repeated chapters, 6 hours later will replace, Moda ~ he raised his hand in the boy''s face.


    No preheating, no hesitation.


    "Honey, when you want to do it, don''t give the other party a chance, or you''ll lose." The emperor''s father said.


    So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.


    Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.


    Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.


    Hold on, press the joint, screw.


    When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn''t have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.


    He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.


    The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3''s eyes.


    Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.


    The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it''s the same as hugging, you should not refuse.


    So Yan hang didn''t refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left''s drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.


    To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.


    It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn''t for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn''t want to lift his legs at all.


    Now he''s still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.


    The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.


    "Forget it," someone said at last, "let''s go."


    Originally, the protagonist didn''t resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don''t want to fight.


    But when I left, the leader still couldn''t face up and put down a sentence: "there''s seed waiting, I''ll find you."


    "Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.


    The man stared at him awkwardly.


    "Why don''t I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"


    This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.


    "What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It''s free range from your mother... "


    Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.


    When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.


    It''s supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.


    The old lady''s make-up is about blind. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the seal hall. A shaking black line is pulled to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, she has to start from the right eyebrow peak and finish after a short shiver.


    This kind of strange surreal make-up made Yan hang unable to relax for a long time. No matter what, he couldn''t move his eyebrows.


    "What are you looking at! You''re the only one with eyes, aren''t you? " The old lady took two eyebrows of different lengths and yelled at him.


    Yan hang noticed that the little scum had already run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.


    Before he could recover from his shock and decide whether to go away or stay here, the old lady''s goal shifted again.


    She pointed to the protagonist standing on one side Jun: "you look at your little promising!"


    The protagonist didn''t look at her and didn''t say a word. She threw her schoolbag on her back and left.


    "Where are you going?" With a roar, the old lady went and grabbed his arm. "I''m talking to you. You didn''t hear me!"


    The protagonist is still silent, just back to break her hand.


    "Are you in trouble again?" The old lady''s voice is very loud all the time. There are many people coming and going at this time, and the people nearby are all interested in watching. However, compared with before, the old lady is totally indifferent to the crowd.


    Yan hang wanted to go away, but he thought that he had just claimed that he had covered the man, and now an old lady came out, and he ran away. It seemed that he couldn''t say it.


    Between hesitation can only continue to stand."Waste! I''ll go to your teacher this afternoon! To your headmaster! Like what The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "see if I don''t scold them so much that they kneel down for me!"


    Yan hang changed his mind and decided to go away and cover it again tomorrow. It''s too painful to pestle here. He turned to take his mobile phone and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.


    He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone back in his pocket.


    When he was about to cross the street and go home, he took a look at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child''s face had disappeared, and his eyebrows were twisted.


    Yan hang walked quickly across the street and went home.


    However, after entering the room, he still stood at the window and looked across.


    The old lady should be the grandmother or grandmother of the protagonist, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows is not comparable to ordinary people.


    Five minutes later, the old lady could cross the street all the way to the house, and the sound finally disappeared.


    The protagonist is still standing in the same place, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.


    Yan hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.


    After landing, I remember that I can walk through the door.


    I was shocked by the old lady.


    Yan hang walked slowly across the street to the protagonist, stopped and took off his mask.


    Only now did he have a chance to look at the child carefully.


    One of the reasons why he was bullied is that he was not tall, but he was very good-looking, especially compared with the old lady just now.


    "To me?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist looked at him and made no sound.


    "What I just said counts," Yan hang pointed back to the building behind him. "I live on the first floor over there. You can come to me if you have something to do."


    The protagonist looked at him again, but still didn''t make a sound.


    This smile made Yan hang a little confused, with a smile in his dark eyes, just like everything had never happened before, or everything seemed not to affect him.


    It''s like his life was.


    "What''s your name?" Yan hang asked.


    The protagonist Jun looks at him and is still silent, as if he has lost his memory. When he thinks of "go to you, cover a fart" and is ready to turn around and leave, he opens his mouth with difficulty: "Chu, Chu First day of junior high school. "


    "What?" Yan hang Leng Leng, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe add a mental retardation, "I ask you what''s your name, who asked you what grade."


    "Junior, junior two." The protagonist said.


    Yan hang looks at him.


    He also looked at Yan hang.


    After a long time of looking at each other, Yan hang finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand. Your name is junior one, and your name is junior two, right?"


    "Well." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.


    "Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well." Junior one continued to nod.


    "And the old lady?" Yan hang asked again. He didn''t ask why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn''t need any reason.


    "I..." Junior one''s eyes darkened, and after a while he said softly, "grandma."


    "Oh," said Yan hang. After that, he felt there was nothing to say, so he waved, "OK, you go home. I''ll go to eat."


    "Your name is "Call," all go out can have ten meters, the first day of junior high school is still behind him, do not hurry to say, "call, call, call..."


    "Yan hang." Yan hang turns back to interrupt him.


    "Yan, Yan..." Junior high school nodded.


    "Hang, Yan hang." Yan hang said.


    Chuichi smiles.


    "Gone." Yan hang turned and walked along the road.


    When I got home on the first day of junior high school, Grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her 16-year-old dog in her arms.


    Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.


    "Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, my mother said without raising her head.


    "Well." Put down the schoolbag on the first day of junior high school.


    "Trash, there''s nothing in his eyes all day long. He doesn''t move if people don''t say it." Grandma said.


    The first day of junior high school didn''t say a word. I went into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes.


    "What a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I''m going to be beaten again today! I said to go to school, but he didn''t let me! Rubbish


    "He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.


    "What''s the matter with me?" grandma stood at the kitchen door with her dog in her arms. "What''s the matter with me? Nobody dares to provoke me, you know?"


    "You watch TV!" Mom raised her voice, too.


    Chuyi stares at the dishes in his hand without saying a word. He quickly washes them and puts them on the desk. Then he goes out of the kitchen and enters the room.


    He doesn''t have his own room. This room is my grandfather''s bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth cabinet beside the wall.In fact, now he should go to the living room to do his homework. His desk is in the living room, but he is not willing to go there when grandma is there.


    "You don''t do your homework today!" Grandma called in the living room.


    On the first day of junior high school, without making a sound, he quietly went to the living room and sat down. He took out his book from his schoolbag and turned on the desk lamp. He quickly fell on the desk and began to do his homework.


    But his all-out performance failed to calm Grandma down.


    "Don''t think I can''t see it, white eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your father''s house, don''t you Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I''ll give you food and drink. I''ll rush to farm for others. White eyed wolf!"


    My grandfather didn''t have any land. He just planted some vegetables on the rooftop with flowerpots. The first day of junior high school liked the small vegetable garden very much and helped to water it every time. Grandma couldn''t stand it.


    But the white eyed wolf It should be right to say that he did kiss his grandparents. For grandma, he was a white eyed wolf.


    "Dinner Mom went out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.


    On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen and got up to set up the dining table. Then I took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After I served my mother and grandmother, I sat down and began to eat.


    "His father doesn''t come back?" Grandma asked.


    "Well, there''s something wrong with the team." Mom said.


    "A broken driver, I don''t know, thinks he is the Secretary of the prime minister''s office." Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth.


    "Eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.


    "After dinner, go and buy me a cigarette." Grandma pinched the cigarette off the table.


    He nodded, took the ashtray, pulled the cigarette ends and ashes into it, and rubbed the traces of cigarette ends on the table, but did not rub them off.


    Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrest of the sofa, but also all the flat areas in his home have the burn marks left by grandma when she pinched cigarettes.


    "Smoke less. If you die, you''ll smoke to death." Mom said.


    "Did it cost you money? I know you''ve lost your job and I have a pension myself! " Grandma said, grabbed her cloth bag, took a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of junior one, "take it, buy me cigarettes!"


    Junior one took the money and stood up.


    "I''ll go after that." Mom stopped him.


    "Eat, eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog.


    I sat down and continued to eat.


    "Today, er Ping and some of them want me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "irritating."


    "Where have you been?" Grandma asked.


    "Don''t they just go to some LV or something like that?" my mother tut said, "I''m so angry. If I say no, I''ll have to go."


    "Just because there are two stinky money at home! It''s like stepping on an electric switch all day long, "my grandmother said," sooner or later, it''s all gone! "


    The first day of junior high school, without raising his eyes, he buried his head in eating bitterly, thinking that he would finish eating quickly and go out.


    "Also said to buy a gift for the first day of junior high school, I said I would take it back, not let it, to give it personally," my mother said, "I don''t know what to think."


    "If you can''t give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people''s children," grandma said with a happy tone. "I see, she''s too fat to give birth."


    On the first day of the new year, I ate the rice in the bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up and took grandma''s 100 yuan and went out.


    It''s a bit cold outside, but he feels very comfortable and his breathing is much smoother.


    So every night after he finished his homework, he would come out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights on this side were broken, and the dark lights made him feel very safe.


    I came out a little early today. There were a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall and didn''t want to be seen.


    In the past, people could not avoid being seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when he walked into the store.


    "Buy cigarettes for your grandmother?" The boss asked.


    "Well." Hand over the money on the first day of junior high school.


    The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette. He said, "your grandmother has been smoking for 20 years. She hasn''t smoked any other cigarettes."


    "Exclusive." Junior high school nodded.


    The boss put on the cigarette with a smile. He went out with the bag and continued to walk around the wall.


    All the way to the river.


    The river is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, no one will come. It''s too cold in winter, and the river smells sour in other seasons.


    About 20 times on the first day of junior high school, someone passes by.


    It''s a great place for him.


    He often comes here. He has a dedicated tree hole here that has been used for nearly ten years.


    Tree hole is a real tree hole.


    An old Sophora tree by the river has a hole in its trunk.


    From the beginning, I had to step on the root of the tree to get this hole. Now I need to bend down to buckle my face to the tree hole. Junior one said a lot of little secrets and little wishes to it.


    I''ve forgotten many little secrets, and none of my little wishes have come true.Probably because the river is sour.


    The first time he looked around, there was no one. He bent down, put his face in the tree hole and closed his eyes.


    Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, so it''s clean all the time. There''s no peculiar smell, and you can smell the smell of wood.


    "I don''t, I don''t want to go to school," the first day of junior high school said slowly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."


    He sighed, "my mother wants me to go to college."


    "If I can''t pass the exam, I''m sure I can''t," he said gently on the bark. "I just, just I don''t want to read. "


    This kind of unresponsive talk, every time on the first day of junior high school, you have to talk for at least a few minutes, and then you will feel a lot more relaxed.


    It''s the same today. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.


    The stretch was only half done, and he held his arm up and froze.


    There was a man standing next to him.


    Wearing sportswear and running shoes, wearing masks.


    It''s the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him later.


    Yan hang.


    "You..." Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school. For a moment, he didn''t know what to say. He was shocked when he saw a puckering man growing on the tree in the middle of the run, but he was still the first day of junior high school.


    "Put down your arms first," said Yan hang. "I don''t have a knife, either."


    Junior one put down his arm.


    "You..." Yan Hang still didn''t know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn''t help laughing at the impression on his face.


    At last, he went to the tree trunk, looked at it and found that it was a big hole.


    "Did you dig it?" Yan hang turned his head and asked junior one, "it''s so suitable for your face."


    "No," the first day of junior high school replied, "I''m big, big, and many faces."


    "The average hole is right." Yan hang said.


    "Well." Junior high school nodded.


    Yan hang couldn''t help being happy. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "do you have many secrets here?"


    To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.


    That''s why he always thought that dad was a jerk.


    "I don''t think I''ve ever gone out with anyone like this. I''m sure I''m excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "


    Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it''s not very far."


    It''s the way to the river. It''s not far away. There are few people.


    The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.


    Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.


    As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.


    "Four," Dad said, "so easy."


    Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.


    The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.


    They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn''t notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one''s trousers.


    "It''s a dirty thing." Dad said a word.


    As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.


    The man screamed loudly in laughter.


    The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.


    "Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.


    Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang''s speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.


    When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.


    Crab''s reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn''t greet him.


    Dad said inertia is a good thing.


    He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab''s right rib with inertia. The crab didn''t make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.


    Behind the crab''s two companions came up. Yan hang didn''t look back, but there was his father behind him.


    His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.


    When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.


    The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.


    "Knife." He said.


    Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.


    After that, Yan hang didn''t respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.


    Give me a buzz.


    The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.


    Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.


    The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.


    So he rushed up again.


    Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.


    Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.


    He dodged crab''s ring, but he didn''t dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.


    The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang''s feeling is not too obvious.


    He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.


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 Chapter 110

    When the mobile phone rings, junior one is sitting in the rest area, drinking tea slowly with his thermos cup, feeling like an old immortal.


    Unfortunately, I was interrupted before I had a good experience.


    He took out his cell phone and had a look. It was Dad''s phone.


    Dad is now driving in a seafood company. His income is fairly good, but he is a little tired. He is a brave and honest man. He never refuses to do any work. Just like before, he is called if others don''t want to go. He has been scolded by his mother and grandmother for being a loser.


    But I think it''s OK. No matter how I''m in this class, my father''s life is quite stable now.


    It''s just that I haven''t been in touch with my father very much. After he came out with my father, my father didn''t contact him for more than a year. He only started to call him last year, but not many times.


    "Hello?" On the first day of junior high school, I picked up the phone.


    "On duty?" Dad asked.


    "Now rest, rest." The first day of junior high school.


    "I''m going back these two days," Dad said, pausing and sighing. "I''m going back to divorce."


    At the beginning, I was stunned. After a while, I came back to my mind: "my mother is looking for you?"


    "I changed my number. She called me to ask for my number," my father sighed again. "Now that you know about it, you didn''t want to tell them."


    "How, how?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.


    "It''s OK," Dad said, "your father said sooner or later."


    "Well," the first day of junior high school answered, "I''ll give them a call later."


    "You go back Look at your mother? " Dad asked.


    The first day of junior high school was silent for a few seconds, biting her lips: "no, she may not want to see me, to see me."


    ¡°¡­¡­ Well, "Dad said," I''ll go back for about three or five days. I''ll come back after the formalities are finished. "


    "Well." The first day of junior high school.


    After he hung up the phone, he looked at the thermos cup at his feet. The paint on the cup was a little off, but the words were still very clear, hangge''s dog.


    He laughed and took a drink from the glass.


    This is customized by Yan hang on a treasure. The old cadres meeting gift money is engraved, and the font is also the special money for the old cadres meeting gift money.


    But it''s been used for a year. I take it to work every day. I just sit here to drink when I have a rest. The words on the cup have never been seen by others.


    Maybe it''s too common.


    Just like the ordinary people all over the world, small happiness may not be seen by others. It is probably that when you think about it, you will laugh.


    The power of small happiness is very powerful, which can make people ignore many other unhappiness.


    For example, parents are finally getting divorced.


    In fact, there was no feeling about the divorce, no unhappiness, no depression, no relief. It was like hearing the gossip of another family.


    When I was about to leave work, someone gave me a car. It was an old customer of junior one, a big fat brother.


    "Tomorrow." Junior one said.


    "I''ll leave later today," said the big fat brother. "I''ve come here."


    "Put it here, help tomorrow, you see," the first day of junior high school said, "I''m off work."


    "Help me first." Big fat brother said.


    "What''s wrong? Something''s wrong?" First day of junior high school.


    "The steering wheel is very heavy when turning." Big fat brother said.


    "Did you see the tire pressure?" Junior one asked again.


    "Yes, no problem." Big fat brother said.


    "The wheel is hanging, is it still sinking in the air?" Junior one continued to ask.


    "I don''t know where I''m going to let it hang." Big fat brother sighed.


    "I''ll help you tomorrow. You see," the first day of junior high school said, "I have to try for a long time."


    "All right," big fat brother looked at him, "where do you think it is?"


    "Steering gear, knuckle arm, lower arm ball, ball head," Chuichi said, "all possible."


    "Damn, is that trouble?" Asked big fat brother.


    "No matter how much trouble you have, change something." First day of junior high school.


    After helping fat brother to register, he changed his clothes and went off work on the first day of junior high school.


    He was still a little happy when he walked out of the garage. Now he is also a person with old customers and an "old" master who can make old customers wait.


    But usually he would be a little late, so he would get rid of the trouble first, but today he had to leave on time. Today he and Yan hang made an appointment to visit uncle Yan''s shop.


    Uncle Yan really built a bookstore just as Yan hang expected. It took more than half a year from choosing a place to decorating to finishing. He also had to save money and be exquisite. In short, all kinds of twists and turns.


    They haven''t seen the bookstore since it opened. Today, Yan hang had a rest, so he made an appointment to visit the bookstore for dinner.


    The first day of junior high school is a little expectant. After all, he has no predestined relationship with books. He is not willing to read the words on the packing box except for reading all kinds of auto repair related books when he needs to work. Now he is very excited that someone close to him has opened a bookstore.After meeting with Yan hang, they took a taxi and went straight to the bookstore.


    The bookstore is in an alley of the pedestrian street. The car can''t get in and can only get off at the intersection.


    "Buy a bunch of flowers." After getting out of the car, I looked around.


    "What for?" Yan hang asked.


    "You have to show it, don''t you?" The first day of junior high school said, "it''s the first time I''ve been here since I opened my business."


    "It''s better to buy food." Yan hang said.


    Junior one thought, "OK."


    So they went to the most popular roast chicken shop in the pedestrian street and bought a roast chicken, which was cut down and put in a box.


    "Do you have bows or something?" Yan hang asked the shop assistant.


    ¡°¡­¡­ No The shop assistant gave them a blank look.


    "Well, it''s a gift giving." Yan hang said.


    "This is the gift box." The clerk pointed to the box in their hand. "Some of the guests want it in paper bags."


    What else did Yan hang want to say? Chuyi took him away.


    "Be normal," the first day of junior high school sincerely advised him, "who bought Shao, Shao chicken, also tied butterfly knot."


    "Yes," Yan hang nodded with a smile. "It''s usually done when you give someone a pen, and it has to be bright."


    The first time I saw him.


    "It''s very beautiful," Yan hang whispered in his ear. "I like it very much."


    "Poor boy," sighed the first day of junior high school, "I didn''t confiscate any gifts at that time."


    "Well," Yan hang nodded, "poor little boy, I''m sorry for others. I can''t find the gift before I send it."


    "Poor little boy," the first day of junior high school suddenly sang, "Seventeen eight, there is no gift. It''s so pitiful..."


    Yan hang turned to look at him. Everything had made great progress on the first day of the past few years. With this chanting, he not only made no progress, but also felt a bit backward. It was very magical.


    "Poor little boy," the first day of junior high school thought that he was dissatisfied with the lyrics, so he quickly changed the words, "turn over the river, lost the gift, what a pity..."


    "How old are you?" Yan hang said.


    "Fourteen." Junior one said.


    "I ask you how old you are now!" Yan hang glared at him.


    "Fourteen." The first day of junior high school.


    "You still..." Yan Hang''s words were interrupted as soon as they started.


    "No." Junior one said.


    "From now on," said Yan hang, "go to the door of the store and don''t talk. I''m afraid I''ll hit you."


    Chuyi smiles, closes his mouth and nods.


    Dad''s shop, they have never been to, when opening, want to come, but Dad did not let, said that there is no opening procedure, no shooting, no big flower basket, and no discount, do not join the fun.


    However, Cui Yi still sent a flower basket, and sent 20. Yan hang was shocked when he heard about it, but his father took a picture.


    There are 20 mini flower baskets half the size of a palm. They are arranged in two rows on the cash register. I don''t know where Cui Yishang made them. Each flower basket has a small ribbon, and there''s something on it like congratulations.


    Although I haven''t been here, the shop is still easy to find. There is a small wooden sign hanging at the entrance of an alley in the pedestrian street, with the word "book" on it, and then draw an arrow to point in.


    After turning into the alley, you can see the small door of the bookstore.


    "It''s not bad outside," Yan hang said with a tut when he saw the front door. "I don''t know what it''s like inside. He said that Lao Cui had designed it for a college student."


    "Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.


    "You can talk." Yan hang said.


    "I''ll take a picture." Junior one took out the mobile phone.


    There seems to be no signboard in the bookstore. Yan hang did not find any words after looking around, but it seems that there is no need to have any signboard. The wooden door with glass can see the books on the bookshelf at the door.


    Yan hang pushed the door open, and a small, fine sound of metal collision sounded, fine and sweet.


    Junior one followed him and looked up. There was a wind chime hanging by the door. There were many silver metal stars on it.


    The area of the store is not large, and the loft style two-story building and decoration are also very simple. In addition to the irregular high and low bookshelves, there are all kinds of bean bags and cushions, as well as small sofas and small tables that can be placed at will.


    After entering the shop, turn right to the cashier. On the first day of junior high school, I saw Uncle Yan reading on the bean bag behind the cashier.


    At ordinary times, on the first day of junior high school, I always see Yan hang reading with a headset on the bay window. Yan Hang is full of banditry, but when he is reading, that banditry will be suppressed by his attentive and casual manner, which seems to be quite harmonious.


    Uncle Yan is different. Uncle Yan''s quack temperament will not disappear even when he takes a nap. Leaning on the bean bag and holding a book will make people feel that he is ambushing instead of reading. He may draw a knife from the book at any time


    "No business?" Yan hang looked around the shop and said something."Not afraid," Uncle Yan looked up at them, "if you can''t make money, you don''t want your son."


    Yan hang tut said, "I picked it up, didn''t I?"


    "The first day of junior high school was picked up." Uncle Yan said.


    Chuyi smiles and puts the roast chicken on Uncle Yan''s leg: "little gift."


    "Roast chicken?" Uncle Yan opened the box and said, "young people just have an idea. They will give a roast chicken as a gift."


    "It''s a long line," the first day of junior high school turned twice before the bookshelf, then went up to the attic and looked down against the railing. "I feel very comfortable."


    Yan hang went into the hut behind the cash register and found that it was a small kitchen, a coffee machine, an oven and everything.


    "Do you invite someone to make a simple meal?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," Dad nodded, "why, do you want to change jobs?"


    "I don''t want to." Yan hang said.


    Dad laughed, stood up and stretched: "how do you feel here?"


    "It''s very good," said Yan hang. "It''s either polite or comfortable. Did you pick all the books?"


    "Well, I have to make up for it," Dad said. "Lao Cui found a lot of interesting books, opened the ones that can sit. If you have time, you can get me another English book list, and I''ll put it on the table to improve my level."


    "OK," Yan hang went to the coffee machine and looked at him, "do you drink?"


    "No, I''ve been drinking all morning," my father took the roast chicken box and smelled, "smelling the smell of coffee string."


    Yan hang made two cups of coffee and took them to the second floor.


    Junior one is sitting on a small sofa, holding a picture book to look at.


    "What book?" Yan hang asked.


    "Dog," the first day of junior high school turned the atlas around and showed him, "very cute."


    "Just go back and look in the mirror," Yan hang sat next to him and squeezed with him. "My dog is lovely, too."


    "The cutest." On the first day of junior high school, he bowed his head and continued to turn through the atlas.


    "Well." Yan hang put the coffee in his hand.


    "Uncle Yan made it?" Junior one took a drink, "no, you did it, you did it."


    "It''s all drinkable." Yan hang smiles.


    "Well," Chuyi nodded, "you can eat your food and come out."


    Yan hang didn''t speak. He scratched on his head and then picked a book from the bookshelf behind him.


    Mysterious island.


    He flicked twice on the cover. What a coincidence.


    The first time he read science fiction was the verne trilogy. The first year he started wandering around with his father, he didn''t know where he got it.


    At that time, he watched it every day and took it with him when he moved, but later he didn''t know where to get it. He moved around too many times. Sometimes he left in a hurry and many things disappeared.


    Now when I see it again, I suddenly feel some emotion.


    He looked back at the bookshelf again, and sure enough, the children of Captain Grant and the twenty thousand miles under the sea were both there, and the covers were the same as the one he had read. The books were not new, they should have been bought.


    I don''t know if dad is nostalgic.


    Yan hang read for a while and was about to go down and ask his father to go out to dinner together. When his father brought them two takeout from the small shop next door.


    "I said go out to eat?" Yan hang was stunned.


    "I can''t get out of the shop." Dad said.


    "Oh, that''s OK," Yan hang nodded and looked at the downstairs, "just that..."


    "I''ve finished the roast chicken," Dad touched his stomach. "These two are for you two."


    ¡°¡­¡­ We didn''t get a bite of the roast chicken? " Yan hang looks at him.


    "I''ll buy it myself. I''ll buy you rice, and I''ll give you a roast chicken?" Dad turned and went downstairs, "don''t chew the old, they are all big people."


    Junior one leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time.


    "It''s very irritating." Yan hang opened the takeout and saw that it was fried noodles. Although it was very fragrant, compared with roast chicken, it was really irritating.


    "Go on a hunger strike." Junior one said.


    "Hungry," Yan hang sighed, picked up the lunch box and began to eat, "where will you go for a while?"


    "Just look here and read for a while," said junior one. "I feel very comfortable."


    "How can you find reading particularly comfortable?" Yan hang was a little surprised.


    "No," Chuyi sat up and leaned on him again. "It''s just this, this feeling. I don''t want to do anything with you. It''s just nest, nest."


    "Is something wrong with you?" Yan hang hugged his head and rubbed it.


    "No," the first day of junior high school closed his eyes and opened them after a while. "By the way, my dad Ming, I''ll go back and divorce tomorrow."


    "Your mother''s back?" Yan hang asked.


    "Well," the first day of junior high school said, "I don''t know if I have a new feeling, so I think I''m going to divorce.""Just leave," said Yan hang. "It''s no fun not to leave. After leaving, your father can find a new girlfriend."


    "Yes," he said, putting his legs on the armrest of the sofa, "I don''t know why I wanted to get married."


    "At the beginning, there were still feelings," said Yan hang. "It''s just that in the past 20 years, people have gradually changed, and feelings have changed."


    Junior one did not speak, holding the dog book staring at the ceiling.


    Yan hang didn''t say anything else. He took the lunch box and put it on his forehead, eating fried noodles slowly.


    "Is it delicious?" The first day of junior high school asked, "it smells good and fragrant."


    "Open your mouth." Yan hang said.


    Junior one opened his mouth.


    Yan hang put a chopstick of fried noodles into his mouth: "it''s OK."


    "Well," Chuichi chewed, "you feed me."


    "Why." Yan hang said.


    "I''m cute." Junior one said.


    "Slap you, thick skinned." Yan hang tut.


    "Every day, say to smoke, smoke me," Chuyi smile, "once did not give up, willing to really smoke."


    "Sooner or later, I''ll beat you hard," Yan hang said, adding a chopstick to his mouth. "If you don''t clean up, you don''t know who''s covering you."


    "Brother Xiaotian, what about me." At the beginning of the year, I eat and talk.


    "So don''t mess with brother Xiaotian," Yan hang said. "If you mess with brother Xiaotian, you''ll beat the dog live."


    Chuyi laughed for a long time: "my little sister said that if you don''t live again, you have to live again. I''m angry."


    "No," Yan hang put a piece of meat in his hand and fed it to him, "come to repair the car with brother dog''s bare arm, and it will explode immediately."


    In fact, it''s not very comfortable to wait for someone to feed you. I''m always afraid of choking. I should be very careful when eating. I don''t pay attention to losing noodles.


    But the first day of junior high school still insisted on lying like this, waiting for Yan hang to feed him.


    He and Yan hang have been together for quite a long time. There are not too many times when they are so greasy and crooked. Now he especially enjoys it.


    Sometimes he thought about it and was a little afraid. If in a few years, there would be such a scene between them.


    "Yan hang," he put his backhand around Yan Hang''s waist, reached into his clothes, and put his fingers gently on his waist, "you say."


    "Well?" Yan hang answered.


    "People change, don''t they?" First day of junior high school.


    "Yes," said Yan hang, "aren''t we both changing? So much has changed. "


    "Will it change after that?" Junior one asked again.


    "No one is the same all his life," Yan hang said, touching his face. "Everything will change a little. If you see more things and think differently, people will change."


    "I don''t want to change." Junior one said.


    "Why?" Yan hang asked.


    "I''m afraid I''ll be ten thousand, if one day I change and I don''t like you," the first day of junior high school said, "how pitiful you are."


    "Who?" Yan hang asked.


    "What, who?" At first I was stunned.


    "Don''t like me. Who do you like?" Yan hang asked. Without waiting for the first day of junior high school to answer, he grabbed the collar of the first day of junior high school and said, "Zhou Chunyang?"


    The first day of junior high school was happy: "what..."


    "I really should get him out to fight." Yan hang said.


    "Hurry to fight, fight," Chuichi said with a smile, "you have many wishes. You are young. You are going to realize it. I''m worried for you."


    Yan hang laughed and said, "you can call him later to make an appointment."


    Chuyi turns his head with a smile, opens his clothes and kisses him on the belly.


    "Pay attention to the influence," said Yan hang. "My father is downstairs, and you haven''t wiped your mouth after eating fried noodles."


    I wiped my mouth with the paper towel on the side table.


    "Dog." Yan hang lowered his head and nodded on the tip of his nose.


    "Ah." The first day of junior high school.


    "You don''t have to worry," said Yan hang. "In your life, you should have no chance to like other people except me."


    Junior one looked at him: "what about you?"


    "Me too," said Yan hang. "There is no more lovely dog than you."


    Chuyi chuckled and put his hand around his neck and pinched: "I may be thinking too much."


    "Is it about your parents'' divorce?" Yan hang asked.


    "Probably," the first day of junior high school said, "just married. When I got married, I didn''t think I would. How about this


    "You''re not thinking right. Why are you staring at them all the time?" Yan hang said. "You have to see your uncle Yan."


    Junior one did not speak, silent for a long time to close his eyes: "really."


    "There are so many people in the world," Yan hang said, touching his eyelashes. "There are so many people who are bullied every day. I''ll fight for justice once. It''s you."


    On the first day of junior high school, I was happy twice.


    "There are so many people in the world," Yan hang continued softly. "It took you a year to find one of them, that''s me.""Ah." Just a little bit.


    "There are so many people in the world," Yan hang thought, "let me think about the words..."


    "We are the most enviable couple." Junior one said.


    Yan hang tut said: "yes, they all cry with envy."


    Chuichi smiles and raises his arm to hook his neck. He kisses him on the lip.


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