He was a little nervous when he went out to school on the first morning of the first year of the junior high. He knew that Liang Bing's kind of gangsters generally couldn't get up so early, but if he didn't sleep at all, it wouldn't be easy to say.
He looked left and right as he walked out of the corridor.
My mother also went out today and followed him: "Are you still going? Why are you rubbing around here!"
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
My mother ignored him and rode her bike away.
I walked out quickly on the first day of the new year. Instead of taking the road I usually take, I took a small half-circle from another intersection to the street before heading to the school.
My mother didn't pay any attention to his behavior, maybe she didn't even notice.
However, he hasn't told his family for many years that he is always troubled by others. How long has it been... Probably since when he was in kindergarten
After my grandmother had a shirtless fight with the principal in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by a child, he would not say anything again.
But grandma still has a way to know. Even if she doesn't have a way to know, someone will come to her and tell her, just to provoke her to splash and be a pleasure.
The next thing is that grandma scolded him after he got home. Grandpa didn't seem to hear him. Mom made a mockery. Dad... If Dad was at home, he would buy him something to eat as a comfort.
It is impossible to get help and a sense of security from home. He knew it when he 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 silence and patience, and try to keep himself inconspicuous. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.
A person who wears old school uniforms all year round suddenly wears new sportswear that does not fit well, and he will surely cause some minor troubles.
Fortunately, this kind of invisibility will get used to it after a long time.
The first time he watched Yan Hang, who was wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting, the shock in his heart was indescribable.
It's probably impossible for him to have the aura of Yan Hang in his life.
Full of confidence and arrogance.
He doesn't need Yan Hang's protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan Hang. Under Yan Hang's arrogant appearance, he is a peaceful and casual person.
It has been a long time since no one has spoken to him like this, very ordinary, very ordinary and plain communication.
What's more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates, he has a temperament in him that he has never seen before.
The kind that good students don’t have bad students.
Unfortunately.
It would be nice if you didn't get close to Yan Hang at the beginning, and now you don't need to worry about the problem that Yan Hang will leave one day.
If you get it, then you lose it. No, if you get it, you know you will lose but you don't know when to lose. It's more disappointing than never.
"First day of the junior high school!" someone shouted from behind him.
He bowed his head and didn't respond in the first year of the junior high. He didn't need to look at this sound to know that it was Li Zihao.
Now I am in the street, and there are a lot of people who go to work and school. Li Zihao doesn't do anything to him, at most he mocks a few words, so he just needs to be silent.
You don't even have to run.
"Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on the bicycle, "Did your boss send you to school?"
Continue to move forward on the first day of the new year.
"Does your boss think that you can just hit me once?" Li Zihao said.
beat
Yan Hang hit Li Zihao
I was a little surprised on the first day of the new year.
"Bring him a message, if it wasn't for my dad to stop me," Li Zihao said, "I can let him go so far in these two days?"
On the first day of the new year, he couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Li Zihao.
"It's just a waiter in my dad's shop, who is crazy!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I have been opened now, I don't know which restaurant I went to wash the dishes!"
Li Zihao's father opened a coffee shop on this street, and his classmates almost knew about it, but he didn't expect that the place where Yan Hang went to work would be Li Zihao's shop.
Hit Li Zihao
Then fired
"Have you heard it!" Li Zihao stretched out his hand and patted him on the head.
On the first day of the month, he stopped abruptly.
"What?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo yo yo, is this going to fight me?"
There was no sound on the first day of the new year, and after a pause, he continued to move forward.
Li Zihao is alone, unlike when he is usually accompanied by a few people. He didn't respond on the first day of the first year, so he lost energy and rode away on his own.
After watching Li Zihao disappear, he stopped again on the first day of the junior high school, bent over and supported his knees, and took a few deep breaths.
Li Zihao was surprised, and he himself was surprised.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time, and wanted to copy something and hit Li Zihao's head.
After so many years, he has long been accustomed to and accepted this kind of life, and he has also found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.
No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can remain calm.
This is part of his life. If he can't calm himself, he can't live this life.
But today's mood suddenly fluctuated so much, it shocked him.
Yan Hang didn't sleep all night, and was a little confused after dawn, but it didn't last long, no more than an hour.
Lie sour all over, he had to get up.
It has passed the rush hour for work and school. At this moment, I can see from the window that there are very few people on the street.
The sun is very good, and the air also brings warmth.
After washing up, people became more sober, Yan Hang changed his clothes and went out.
After turning around, I bought toast bread and eggs, as well as black pepper and ketchup.
After returning home, I made myself a very delicate toast omelette, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the window sill to finish eating slowly.
When you are bored or in a bad mood, finding things to be exquisite can alleviate a lot.
Dad said.
Normally this trick can do something good, but today... That's it.
He still felt very sad after eating the toast omelette.
After all, it is different from the usual state.
The letter under the coffee table was like a jar on his head.
After eating breakfast, he went out again, planning to wander around to see if there was a suitable place to work.
The commercial street of the coffee shop is still very prosperous, because he was hunting treasures in the river on the first year, he could not go to the bridge.
I wandered over today and found it to be pretty good.
Western style.
Yan Hang's goal of finding a part-time job is quite clear. It has something to do with Western food. He has always wanted to cook Western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment, and everything he sees, hears and touches are the same. What he wants to do is related and can learn a lot.
Next to the commercial plaza, there was a very fashionable street with a variety of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan Hang turned in and strolled slowly.
After walking half a street, I saw a western restaurant hiring waiters.
He walked in.
School is over at noon today, and it's the first time to go home alone for the first time in the first year of junior high school.
Li Zihao didn't bother him. Several other people who accompanied him home for a long time didn't know if they had received information from Li Zihao, but they just followed him far away and didn't come close.
In the first year of junior high school, I even felt a little uncomfortable.
When passing by Yan Hang's house, he hesitated and crossed the street.
Yan Hang's family pulled the curtains, and he knocked on the door lightly, but no one responded.
On the first day of the first day of the new year, I knocked twice again and made sure that no one was at home before turning around with a little disappointment, bowed his head and walked back.
After just two steps, one leg stretched out and stopped in front of him.
He saw the shoes at a glance, they were Yan Hang's shoes.
Yan Hang is probably a fan of NB, and all the shoes are NB.
"Buy money for the road." Yan Hang said, reaching out in front of him.
On the first day of the new year, he drew it in his pocket, took out a piece of one yuan, and put it in his hand.
"Aren't you big money?" Yan Hang said.
"This is the public, share the area," Chu Yi pointed to his feet, "you don't want to make any more, make a few grabs, right."
Yan Hang laughed: "Have you eaten yet?"
"Go back, eat at home," Chuyi smiled, "have you gone shopping?"
"No," Yan Hang said, "I'm looking for a job."
"Find it, are you there?" asked immediately on the first day.
"Nonsense, I'm not looking for any awesome job, can I still find the waiter's job," Yan Hang took a cigarette in his mouth, "There is a western restaurant over there, and I will take you to eat."
At the beginning, he nodded a little, thought about it and asked softly: "You hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"
"Well, I beat him, maybe three or four times," Yan Hang held his finger and looked at him after a while, "Who is Li Zihao?"
"Yes, that day..." The first day of the day pointed to the other side of the street.
"His name is Li Zihao," Yan Hang said, "I hit him. He took the wrong medicine and ran to me to challenge him. I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't smoke him too much."
"So you are lost and unemployed." Chu Yi sighed.
"I have to lose many jobs a year," Yan Hang said, "you have to sigh at least eight more times."
Looked at him on the first day of the new year.
"It doesn't matter to you anymore, what are you depressed," Yan Hang said, "I fight a lot. It doesn't necessarily have to be a reason if I fight if it's not pleasing to the eye."
"I'm pretty, envious of you." said the first day.
"What do you envy," Yan Hang asked, "fighting?"
"No, no," Chu Yi looked at him, "you are very, free."
Yan Hang also looked at him, did not speak for a long time, and finally smiled, and patted his arm lightly: "You know what a fart, go back to dinner, you will be too late for a while."
There was no overtime when I got home on the first day of the new year. My mother was cooking in the kitchen and it smelled pretty good.
He put his schoolbag into the kitchen, and washed the bowls that had been beaten next to him before his mother spoke.
"Go and do your homework," said the mother, "I've finished the work, and you can feed you food when you come back later."
There was no sound on the first day of the new year, so I tied the full trash bag, found a plastic bag and put it on the trash can, and walked out of the kitchen.
Grandma didn’t have time to deal with him today. She was sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone: "Go and make trouble, don’t make trouble for this kind of thing, who can do it for you... What few working days, don’t believe it! Just lie! What about us ordinary people... If I tell you, I’ll go and make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You leave them alone!"
On the first day of the new year, he walked into the house and sat on his bed.
Yesterday, the sports suit had not been washed. When he brought it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket was taken out and put on the bedside.
He was stunned, and he didn't even bother to judge whether he was missing money, first stretched his hand over and pulled it, and then he jumped up suddenly after making sure that there was no steel pin in the pile of change.
His mother and grandma are the ones who move the money in his pocket at home.
Grandma was on the phone... He didn't have the courage to ask if he didn't call, so he could only go into the kitchen: "Mom."
"What are you doing." Mom said impatiently.
"I'm lucky, my sportswear pocket, the money..." asked the first day in a low voice, "Yes, yes, yes..."
"I took six yuan and went to the canteen to buy soy sauce. It was six yuan," the mother said, turning her head to the living room and raising her voice, "your grandma doesn't even have six yuan in change! I'll take yours."
On the first day of the new year, he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn't even bother to tell his grandmother where to go, and then rushed out of the house.
He didn't mind his mom taking his pocket money at all. Anyway, his pocket money was originally given to him by his mother.
But today, the six yuan is not enough, six yuan, five yuan a piece, and one of them must be steel.
This is not an ordinary steel, this is the amulet given to him by Yan Hang!
Although Yan Hang said that Gangjuner is an amulet, but this Gangjuner is not an ordinary amulet, it is a Gangrenjing amulet.
Chuyi didn't even fall to the ground all the way to the commissary, and patted the counter: "Gang Yonger!"
"Oh, what are you doing!" The boss made him startled.
"My mother just bought it, soy sauce!" On the first day of the first year, I rarely felt that there was any inconvenience in stuttering. It was nothing more than saying a few words or speaking slowly. Only then did I realize how anxious people were. "Yes. , Isn't there a steel pin!"
The boss rummaged in the box where he collected the change somehow: "Probably there is, I just collected the money. It costs about twenty yuan here, just this one steel screw."
"Give it to me!" Chuyi yelled, and fetched a one-dollar bill out of his pocket, "Here you, this."
"In a hurry," the boss took out the steel pin and looked at it. "Those who don't know think you are a gold coin."
On the first day of the first day of the new year, I took the steel pin from the boss and looked down carefully. In fact, this steel pin has no special markings. I can only be thankful that the boss has accepted this steel pin now.
"Thank you," said the first day, "no, sorry, mean."
"It's okay, it's okay," the boss said, "Khan is in a hurry, why is this?"
This is a gangster! Can you not hurry
On the first day of the day, he squeezed this 镚镚精 and returned home.
As soon as he entered the door, his grandmother pointed at him and scolded him. He didn't feel much anymore. Anyway, when his grandma scolded him, he was usually overwhelmed.
Putting the steel jug in the pencil case, he felt relieved and didn't want to move when he lay on the bed.
The sky darkened a little bit.
I slept for a while at noon. When I woke up, it was past three o'clock. Yan Hang sat on the window sill for a few hours, staring at the distant sky.
Sometimes it takes a long time to see the change of the sky from bright to dark every frame, and even slight stuttering when the light is too dark.
I don't know if he is the only person who is extremely boring and uneasy to have such meaningless observations.
After the rush hour, the people and cars coming and going on the street disappeared into the night bit by bit, and the eyes became a little empty.
I didn't even see the first day of the middle school at the end of school in the afternoon, which was a bit unexpected.
He jumped off the window sill and sent a message to the first day of junior high school.
-You didn't go home
-Go back, another way
-Oh, I thought you were blocked again
Yan Hang took a sip of water, wondering if he should have something to eat at night, and the news of the first day of the junior high school came over again.
-Do you run at night? I'll find you
-What time is it
-Maybe ten o'clock, I have to finish my homework before I can go out
-It's okay, it's all right in the middle of the night
-Then wait for me
-Um
Wait.
This word has a different meaning to Yan Hang.
He has been waiting.
Waiting for departure, waiting for arrival, waiting for dad to return, waiting for the new environment.
Waiting to stop one day.
Waiting for Dad to tell him why one day.
I didn't eat lunch, and Yan Hang felt a little hungry at the moment. It seems that I still have to eat dinner.
He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.
Let's make a bacon baked rice.
He took the cellphone and started the live broadcast. It is still an old habit. The cellphone is set up, the mask is covered, and his head is dull and he starts to cook.
A few old fans on the screen are still very lively.
-I'll lick this hand for respect
-Isn't the little handsome guy here today
-I missed him on the first day when the handsome boy was away
-Brother Xiaotian is depressed today
-Can you see emotions even with such a big mask
"The rice was left from yesterday," Yan Hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter is melted, it will splatter and pour in whatever you want to eat..."
-rough
-Very quack
"Then stir, stir and stir..." Yan Hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.
-Thought you stuttered too
-Was it infected by a handsome guy? 233333
Yan Hang smiled: "After mixing it well, pour it into a bowl and compact it, and then sprinkle it with chopped cheese... Then you can eat it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes."
He quit the live broadcast and threw his phone aside.
Stared at the food in the bowl for a long time.
He turned his head abruptly until there was a noise from the door, and picked up the knife next to him.
He didn't know why he had such a reaction, but under his father's intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction already seemed to grow in his body, just like the restlessness.
"My dear princes!" Dad's voice came from the living room, "My dear, are you at home?"
Yan Hang put down the knife and walked out of the kitchen: "It's cooking."
"Is there mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.
"Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan Hang looked at him, feeling that his father was tired.
"Eat," Dad walked up to him and stared at him for a long time, "Hang."
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.
"Suddenly I feel like you have grown up." Dad said.
"Then you are a little slow," Yan Hang said, "I don't think I was younger."
Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arms and put his arms around Yan Hang: "I always feel sorry for you."
Yan Hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.
"It's not hurt." Dad said.
Yan Hang hugged his father and was silent for a while, but still did not suppress the words: "Dad."
"Huh?" Dad patted him on the back.
"I'm afraid." Yan Hang said softly.