He didn't wake up on the first day of the morning like usual, but Yan Hang was awakened by the sound of the sliding door when he got up to go to the balcony.
He took the phone and looked at the time first, it was still early.
Then suddenly he saw the little dolphin massager next to the pillow... Yan Hang corrected him and told him that this was not a little whale but a little dolphin... He remembered what happened last night when he saw the little dolphin, and immediately threw the phone and closed it. Closed eyes.
Last night, he had frightened and shameless imagination of the little dolphin, but he never expected that Yan Hang would hold this and press his back and legs.
This huge difference between before and after he did not care about the detailed feelings at the time. At that time, no matter where it was a little shake, it could have the same effect, but now I think about it...
He simply didn't want to open his eyes anymore.
On the first day of the new year, I rolled over with a pillow.
He was still a little confused because of the sudden appearance of the little dolphin, he was completely awake, and his mind was full of the situation last night.
And no matter which scene you think of, you can accurately recall the feeling at that time.
Yan Hang came in from the balcony and walked to the bed when he heard the footsteps.
On the first day of the new year, I continued to pretend to sleep, half of my face was buried in the pillow.
"Shall I ask for a leave for you?" Yan Hang's voice came from above, "Tell you group leader that you need to rest because of your hip injury."
On the first day of the new year, I just lifted the towel and saved the process of sitting up. I jumped directly from the bed to the ground.
"Do you want to say that your skills are not good enough," said the first day of the first year while putting on clothes, "I didn't have any, I didn't let you go to work, and you can't get out of class."
Yan Hang didn't speak, and leaned on the cabinet door and smiled at him: "Popping like that, I thought you were going to do it."
"No, don't be big. I say this early in the morning. It is not suitable for children." On the first day of the new year, I felt that my face was burning up, "I'm still young, puppy."
"Little dog," Yan Hang went over and gave him a kiss. "Did you have a good time last night?"
"Don't bully, bully the dog," the first day of the month chuckled, "The dog is no, it's not that there is no chance, it will take care of you."
Yan Hang smiled for a while: "Hurry up, I'm going to be late for work."
On the first day of the new year, he walked two steps to the bedroom door, turned his head and glanced at the bed, then rushed back to pick up the little dolphin massager, opened the cabinet and stuffed it into the bottom of the closet.
Then he raised his head and walked out of the bedroom.
When Yan Hang entered the kitchen to make some breakfast, he poked his head out of the bathroom on the first day of the new year, brushing his teeth and said, "Don't make breakfast, it's time for dinner, I'll go out to eat."
"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"You keep your belly, and have breakfast with Yan and Uncle. Let's eat." said the first day of the new year.
"He has to sleep until noon to get up," Yan Hang said, "I drank wine yesterday, and people relaxed too. Maybe I can sleep until the afternoon."
"I think he always put it on the first day, and it's loose," said the first day of the junior high school. "You laugh when you enter the court.
"His person is just like that." Yan Hang took out a bottle of yogurt and cut two slices of bread, planning to make a yogurt sandwich for the first day of the first year.
"You are the same as him," said the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang smiled and glanced at him: "Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid," said the first day, "you won't, count me."
"So confident." Yan Hang cut two slices of red sausage and put them in the bread.
"In the past two years, I am very confident," said the first day of the junior high school. "I don't know where I came from."
"I gave it." Yan Hang put the sandwich on the plate and handed it to him.
"It should be." He took the plate on the first day of the new year, with a thoughtful look on his face and didn't eat it for a long time.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang's master shook before his eyes.
"No," he lowered his head and took a bite of the sandwich on the first day of the new year. "I just think it's good, it's so risky. It's just a turn of people. It's possible that the head is wrong and missed."
"A car mechanic," Yan Hang said, "don't be so poetic all day long."
The first day of the month smiled.
Not only did my dad not slept until the afternoon, but he didn't even miss lunch. Yan Hang's phone rang at ten thirty.
"Are you up?" Yan Hang answered the phone.
"Well, Lao Cui called me to get up and play with you," Dad yawned. "I think that getting up late affects the affectionate degree of father and son meeting."
"Are you hungry?" Yan Hang asked, "Take you to dinner."
"Okay," Dad said, "but I don't want to eat seafood, so I have a regular meal, no seafood."
"Why?" Yan Hang asked.
"I'm tired of eating," Dad sighed, "I rented a room to hide, and the rent included food. The landlord sold seafood. I ate seafood for several months, and I felt like vomiting when I thought of the smell."
Yan Hang laughed, and after a while, he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Go eat hot pot," Dad said, "It's Sichuan flavor."
"Yes." Yan Hang said.
Yan Hang packed up and went downstairs, but his father was already standing downstairs waiting for him.
"So fast?" He walked over.
"Are there any cigarettes," Dad asked him, "give me one."
Yan Hang passed the cigarette in his pocket: "You don't have the money to buy cigarettes, do you?"
"I don't have time to buy cigarettes at all," Dad lit the cigarette. "Go to school on the first day of junior high... and go to work?"
"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I am very active every day, similar to saving people."
Dad laughed, think about it and looked at him again: "Are you two serious?"
"It depends on how to define it seriously," Yan Hang said, "I haven't thought about it too much. I have no plans and no ideas about the future."
"Just define it yourself." Dad said.
"Then I'm serious." Yan Hang nodded.
Dad took two puffs of cigarettes and squeezed out the cigarettes on the trash can nearby: "Okay."
"Actually, it's quite hard to accept," Yan Hang looked at him, "After all, I never expected it."
"Yes, I never thought about it." Dad took a piece of gum and put it in his mouth. He turned and walked towards the door. "I used to think you were a little girl, but I still wonder what kind of one I will find in the future. Where's my daughter-in-law."
"Don't worry about it now," Yan Hang said, "not only does she have no daughter-in-law, but she's also the last."
Dad glanced at him: "It's a pity that Lao Yan's family has such a good gene."
"I'm sorry?" Yan Hang said with a smile, "Is it unhappy?"
"It's kind of a bit," Dad patted him on the back, "but it's the same sentence, whatever you want, I don't care as long as you like."
Yan Hang and his father walked to the gate of the community. There were two taxis parked at the gate, but he hesitated, did not get in the car, and took his father along the road.
"Come on?" he said.
"Well," Dad stretched, "I haven't walked like this with my son in a long time."
"I haven't walked much before." Yan Hang said, "walking a few steps is like a broken leg."
"That's you." Dad said.
"I'm squeezing the bus now." Yan Hang smiled.
"The prince has been reduced to relying on a small stutter that was bullied since he was a child," the father sighed, "the world has changed."
"Do you still have money there?" Yan Hang thought for a while, then turned to look at his father.
"No, I give all the money to Cui Yi before I leave..." Dad turned his head to look at him halfway through, "He embezzled my inheritance?"
"... The inheritance is given to me," Yan Hang said, "I just ask, if you have no money, I still have part of your inheritance here, anyway, you are not dead, you can return it to you."
"You take it, don't worry about me," Dad said, "I can just get something."
"How?" Yan Hang asked.
"Find a rich woman next to you." Dad said.
Yan Hang took two steps back and looked at him, before sighing after a while: "If your hair grows longer, then consider this matter."
Dad laughed for a long time.
There was no strangeness or strangeness with my dad because of the time and the things that happened before.
From the moment I saw my dad... No, after he finished vomiting, he returned to the usual atmosphere of getting along with his dad.
In fact, many things have changed. He will no longer wander around with his father, will no longer rent a house with his father, will not be together again. Regardless of whether he has money or not, he will eat first and talk about it, and he will gradually no longer be in the days when he disappears. Li was restless and insomnia, and would not even live with his father again.
But even if this is the case, my dad is still my dad, and the feelings that have been dependent on each other for more than ten years can no longer be summed up by father and son.
And most importantly, the disturbing factors in their lives are gone.
The anxiety caused by my father himself, but he wiped it away.
Sometimes when I think about it, it feels amazing.
And now, even if Dad disappears without a word tomorrow, he won't go back to the darkness again. Of course, he will still miss it. It's just a simple miss.
The only thing that made him tremble slightly was the phrase "heritage" from his father.
When he left, he probably never thought that he could come back alive, and he was given to Cui Yi with the idea of Tuo Gu.
"What do you want?" Dad asked beside.
"Too many, I can't tell." Yan Hang said.
"Old Cui said you have been seeing a doctor, and you have been several times recently," Dad said, "How is the situation?"
"It's basically okay," Yan Hang said. "It was because of work that I didn't control my emotions when I went back."
"You beat the boss and got fired, right?" Dad asked.
"I really wanted to hit it," Yan Hang snorted, "I hit our new chef, but in the end I endured it."
"Rebirth?" Dad seemed a little surprised, turned his head and glanced at him.
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
"You can still learn something from the first year of junior high school," my father said, "I haven't paid much attention to you. I can hit anyone who wants to fight. Anyway, I can't suffer a big loss... I didn't expect to be able to bear it now."
"Does a forbearance still need to learn from others?" Yan Hang said.
Dad laughed: "You know it yourself."
After walking forward for a while, the restaurant was almost here. Yan Hang pointed to the roadside: "That mall is newly opened. I'll take you around after I finish eating. You haven't visited for several years..."
Before Yan Hang finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.
"Dear prince, do you think I was released after more than ten years of detention?" Dad said, "I have been walking outside before I voluntarily entered the detention center."
"... Follow me by the way, right?" Yan Hang said.
"Really not," Dad laughed. "I have so many things, and I'm not always here, and right..."
Dad put his arm on his shoulder and hugged him: "I don't dare to see you either. I think too much, and I feel distressed."
Yan Hang didn't speak.
"Do you feel aggrieved," Dad asked, "I didn't mix with a reliable dad."
"I'm only in my early twenties," Yan Hang said, "you can start to be reliable now."
"Yes," Dad nodded, "Tomorrow I will discuss with Lawyer Cui, and I will be an assistant for him."
"... Why don't you just ask him for money," Yan Hang laughed. "Are you embarrassed to find a reason for this time?"
"I really have to ask him for some money," Dad said. "After this year, I will get something for myself next year."
"Good." Yan Hang said immediately, "I can go and help."
"Don't be overkill." Dad shook his head.
"What do you want to get?" Yan Hang asked.
"Anyway, it won't be a western restaurant." Dad said with a smile.
I left work an hour earlier today on the first day of the junior high school. After confessing a few words with my colleagues, I drove to the mall.
Uncle Yan came back too suddenly and didn't give him and Yan Hang any preparation time.
He always wanted to buy some presents before Uncle Yan came out. It was a celebration, but he didn't think about what to buy before he came back suddenly.
On the first day of the new year, I wandered around in the mall, too expensive to buy, cheap and boring, ordinary not creative, creative and impractical...
Finally, he stood in front of the thermos cup counter.
He would never look inside the cups of this house before passing by. When dragging him in, he would hold the doorpost and not let go. There were hundreds of cups. He bought a cup for Yan Hang last year and was not willing to come in.
But now it's different. His salary is pretty good now, which is twice as high as that during the internship. After the exam is completed, he can get more money.
Buying a thermos cup for a few hundred yuan, you don’t need to gnash your teeth anymore.
When he came out of the shopping mall with the bag packed in the super-luxury thermos mug, Yan Hang called.
"Hello?" Chuyi answered the phone.
"Are you leaving get off work on time today?" Yan Hang asked.
"It's off work," said the first day.
"Well, that's fine, I'll eat at home tonight," Yan Hang said, "I'll make some dishes."
"No, go out to have a big meal or something?" asked the first day, "After all, letting it out is a big deal."
"It's not that you have been in jail for ten years, do you still want to put off the whip... My dad usually likes to nest at home," Yan Hang smiled, "You didn't see that he had to take it home to eat a barbecue before. NS."
"That's OK," said the first day of the new year, "I'll take the vegetables back, shall I go?"
"I bought it," Yan Hang said, "just come back right away."
"Miss me?" asked the first day.
"Yes," Yan Hang said, "I'm also worried about your butt, I will rub it for you when I come back."
"... You shout louder, louder." said the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang smiled and hung up the phone.
The thermos cup brought home on the first day of the new year was highly praised by Uncle Yan.
He held the cup and laughed for five minutes without stopping.
"Are you a thermos promotion ambassador?" Yan Hang also couldn't smile, "Can you give me some other gifts?"
"Isn't this ugly?" The first day of the junior high school followed and laughed all the time.
"Much better than mine," Yan Hang took the cup and looked at it. "I think it's mainly because there are probably no ugly middle-aged and elderly models in the store. You can pick a similar one with your eyes closed."
"This is sales, sales picks." Chu Yi answered truthfully.
"No wonder." Yan Hang smiled and stretched out his hand and flicked his face.
Chu Yi was shocked, and subconsciously glanced at Uncle Yan.
Uncle Yan said nothing.
On the first day of the new year, he lowered his voice and tried his best to keep his lips still, and turned his head to look at Yan Hang: "Don't do it blindly."
Yan Hang didn't say a word, raised his hand and squeezed his face again.
The first day of the month stared at him.
Yan Hang raised his hand and squeezed the tip of his nose again.
"It's not over?" he said.
"Just your own guilty conscience." Yan Hang whispered.
"Tsk you!" The first day of the day still stared at him.
Uncle Yan tweeted a few more times over there, and Yan Hang smiled and fell onto the sofa: "He hasn't been such a cute kid for a long time. You still cooperate like this."
"Yes," Uncle Yan nodded, "Yan Hang is not like a child, I can't usually amuse him."
The first day of the new year sighed.
"Eating," Yan Hang patted his hands, "Let's call Lao Cui, you can come over."
Uncle Yan called Cui Yi: "Lawyer Cui, it's dinner, can I use me to carry you back?"
Cui Yi didn't know what he said over there, and Uncle Yan said: "It's okay, I can interrupt it for you and come back."
Cui Yi entered the door a few minutes later, and sighed as soon as he came in: "You don't need to call me for this kind of family gathering, I'm not very comfortable."
"You can serve dishes with pestle beside you." Uncle Yan said.
"Do you know how much I charge for an hour of consultation?" Cui Yi said.
"I don't know," Uncle Yan replied very simply, "I won't give money."
"Uncle Cui sit here," Yan Hang took a chair for Cui Yi, "occasionally feel the warmth of the family is good for the body and mind."
Cui Yi sat down and leaned on the back of the chair and smiled: "It's also very good, and it can finally get rid of it."
"Are you busy tomorrow?" Uncle Yan asked him, "If you are not busy, have a drink?"
"You said that," Cui Yi said, "I have to drink tomorrow even if I'm busy."
He followed Yan Hang into the kitchen on the first day of the junior high school, opened the refrigerator and looked at it: "No beer, haven't you bought it?"
"They want to drink white," Yan Hang said, "I bought it. Let's drink a drink."
"Oh." Chu Yi was stunned, "Why?"
"Old Cui, I don't understand. If my dad is in this pose, he will definitely not be drunk tonight," Yan Hang said, "you have to drink with you, then take time off tomorrow."
"I don't drink it," said quickly on the first day of the new year, "don't drink it."
Today, Yan Hang was cooking Chinese food. For four people, he cooked seven or eight dishes and filled them with large plates and bowls. Then he put a few bottles of white wine on the table, and he was very trembling when he watched the first day of the new year.
At first glance, someone had to lie under the table in the end.
"Drinks for you two?" Cui Yi glanced at the ice tea in Yan Hang's hand.
"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "We are still young."
"Minor." said the first day of the new year.
"Then you watch adults drink," Cui Yi flicked his finger on the bottle, "pour the wine."
Yan Hang immediately stood up and drank a drink, and poured a full glass for both of them.
"I didn't expect it," Uncle Yan picked up the cup, "We still have such a day to drink."
"Well," Cui Yi also picked up the cup, staring at the wine for a while, then knocked on his cup, "I thought I won't see it in this life."
Uncle Yan smiled, raised his head and took a sip, half a glass of wine went down, and his throat was burning when he first saw it, so he quickly took a sip of ice black tea.
Cui Yi also raised his head for half a cup.
On the first day of the new year, he took another sip of iced black tea.
Yan Hang hasn't figured out the relationship between Cui Yi and his father. He probably only knows that they were friends before his father was married. As for how a man who became a lawyer later became a gangster who was still an unemployed vagrant. It’s not clear if his father became a friend.
Dad didn't mention it either, probably because he mentioned these, he had to mention the past that he didn't want to think about.
Yan Hang took the iced black tea bottle and knocked on his hand on the first day of the junior high school: "Brother Dog, let's go."
On the first day of the new year, he raised his head boldly, drank half a bottle of ice black tea, wiped his mouth, and put the bottle on the table: "It's you."
Yan Hang held back his laugh, and emptied his head up and poured half a bottle.
"Is it a bit silly?" the first day of the month asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.
Dad and Cui Yi drank fiercely. They chatted and drank. They didn't eat much food, but they emptied a bottle after a while.
Although Yan Hang heard that there was nothing to hear about the two of them chatting, it was nothing more than what his father had seen and heard in the past few years, Cui Yi asked, and he talked casually, but he was very relieved.
On the first day of the junior high school, I immersed my head around eating, listening very eagerly while eating, and from time to time I interrupted to ask a few questions.
Even if he is a dog brother, he is still a dog brother who has never seen the world. The things that dad said casually are all very new to him.
Yan Hang smiled, leaning on the back of the chair and swaying lightly.
The lamp on the ceiling is quite old, but I just changed the lamp holder on the first day of the new year, so it is very bright. I used white light before. When I bought the light bulb in the first year, I insisted on buying the yellow light.
It's really comfortable.
The smell of vegetables and wine in the nose, the chattering noise from high and low to the ears, I saw this room, a table of dishes, and a few people in my eyes.
Yan Hang felt his whole body relax like never before.
It is not that he is not used to living an unchanging "ordinary" life, but that he hasn't really lived such a life until now, it really started.
He closed his eyes and shook slightly, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes into his ears.
When he was about to raise his hand to rub, someone took a tissue and pressed it against the corner of his eye.
He turned his head and looked at the first day of the new year.
"Happy?" asked the first day.
"Yeah." He smiled.