He couldn't drink enough in the first year of the junior high school, but he knew that Yan Hang's drink was pretty good, so he was mentally prepared for Uncle Yan and Cui Yi who didn't even dare to join Yan Hang's wine bureau.
But I still didn't expect that the two of them could drink so much wine. The wine that Yan Hang bought was gone. They also drank ice black tea for a while.
When the two people fell asleep one by one on the sofa, it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.
Looking at the mess at the table and the floor, the first one who has the soul of long-term labor for many years is so sleepy that he doesn't want to move.
"It doesn't matter," Yan Hang was sitting against the wall on the bay window, his legs dangling back and forth, "I'll clean up tomorrow."
"... or put it away, tidy up," he hesitated for a while and stood up on the first day of the new year.
"You really are." Yan Hang smiled and jumped down from the bay window, "Okay, I'll help you."
"Why, how can you help me," Chu Yi sighed, "It's okay, it must be my job, ah."
"I'll be with you," Yan Hang said, "right?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Yan Hang basically followed two steps with this one. He collected a set of plates on the first day of the new year, put a spoon on it, held up a bowl on the first day of the new year, and put another cup on the top.
When he finished cleaning up and began to sweep the floor, he sat back on the bay window, and the "together" activity was over.
On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him while sweeping the floor: "You used to..."
"I used to take turns to clean up with my dad, throw it away first, and then pick it up when I have time." Yan Hang interrupted him and replied very neatly.
"Then..." said again on the first day, but was interrupted again.
"Later, I didn't fire a lot of fire here myself. Sometimes I used paper bowls and plates to throw away after eating," Yan Hang said, "you will be there later."
"... Oh." Chu nodded.
In fact, nobody cares, and Yan Hang also cleans up himself. After all, he is still a very particular person, but with him, Yan Hang must be lazy.
Life is bitter.
Since I was young, I have to do all kinds of housework at home. When I grow up, I have to do housework at the same time.
Those who don't go to work smoke on the bay window to watch the night scene.
… Happiness.
The two people who had been drunk both slept until noon the next day. When Yan Hang was hesitant to ask them to get up for dinner or just leave it alone, Cui Yi got up.
"I went to the office." He went into the bathroom and washed his face.
"Go to the office with the smell of alcohol?" Yan Hang was stunned.
"Go back and take a shower, wash your hair, brush your teeth, change clothes, and go to the office." Cui Yi said.
"I see." Yan Hang laughed.
"Your dad probably sleeps until night," Cui Yi glanced towards the living room, "leave him alone and eat by yourself."
"Should I get something for you?" Yan Hang asked.
"No," Cui Yi said, "I'll just ask the assistant to order me a takeaway later."
"Do you have an assistant?" Yan Hang said.
"How many years I have been working, is it weird to have an assistant?" Cui Yi looked at him.
"No, mainly because I haven't seen it either," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad also said to be your assistant."
"Then I will have to be complained to be unemployed directly," Cui Yi waved his hand, "I'm leaving, don't call me when I eat, I can't hold it."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.
Dad’s adaptability is very strong. From wandering around with his son to hiding and chasing the murderer alone, to hiding in the detention center, and finally back to an ordinary unemployed middle-aged man. This change does not seem to affect him. What is the impact.
During the period when Yan Hang was thinking about his new job, his father had been living in Cui Yi's house. Sometimes he would come over to chat with him for a while, and he would spend most of the time wandering outside.
It is said that the mentality is different, the world you see is different, and you have to look at it again.
Yan Hang had a hunch that this middle-aged old fox couldn't stand it.
Sure enough, it didn't take long before Dad planned to go out, saying that he was going back to his hometown to have a look, and then go somewhere else.
Yan Hang didn't ask much where else was it. Now that Dad is out, he doesn't have any fear anymore, but he feels a little bit reluctant.
"Come back and bring presents to you both." Dad took a duffel bag and stuffed it with clothes.
"Coax the kid," Yan Hang said.
Dad smiled and said nothing.
He lives in Cui Yi's house, but the clothes are all placed here by Yan Hang. When he is tidying up, he gathers from the closet. They are still the same as before. Although they are all very particular clothes, there are not a few in total. Just put them in your duffel bag. Just plug it.
After stuffing the clothes, Dad pulled out a few more pieces from the bag and handed them to Yan Hang, "Help me hang them back."
Yan Hang glanced at him, smiled, and hung his clothes back in the closet.
Dad still knows his thoughts quite well. This action of hanging the clothes back without taking all of them is like proving to himself that he will never know his return date without saying goodbye.
"I'll be back in about a month," Dad said, "You have time to help me see how to rent a house. I can't always live with Cui Yi. He goes to the toilet every night and thinks I am a thief. ."
"Old Cui has such a poor memory, how did he become a lawyer..." Yan Hang was a little shocked.
"He has never had anyone else in the house in his entire life," Dad said, "I guess he won't be able to adapt if I don't live for a year or two."
"Do you have any requirements for the house?" Yan Hang asked.
"Haven't you rented a house with me?" Dad asked. "How long did you remember?"
"I know, as long as I can live," Yan Hang said, "Isn't it... different now."
"Yes," Dad sighed and looked at him, "It's bigger than your Uncle Cui's house, higher than his house, and better than his..."
"It's better to use the standard of being able to live." Yan Hang hugged his fists at him.
Renting a house for my dad is much simpler than renting a house for his dad in the first year of junior high, because my dad has no money to spend and his "heritage" has not been used up yet.
"I'll go to the property and ask about the property," said the first day of the year. "It can be here, and it's best if you rent it."
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
The efficiency of work was still very high on the first day of the first year. After finishing speaking, I went directly to the property. Then I asked a household. They were separated by four buildings. They were similar in size. There was one more room than Yan Hang’s, but there was definitely no Cui Yi. That set is large, but on the first floor, there is a so-called two-square-meter courtyard at the entrance.
"Just this set." Yan Hang said on the phone.
"Don't go and have a look?" The first day of the month was stunned.
"Is there anything to see," Yan Hang said, "the buildings are quite new, and they also have a yard."
"Can it be called a courtyard, a courtyard..." sighed on the first day of the new year. "Like ours, the one downstairs, like, with a railing that is like my legs, so high fences around, hedgehogs can jump over. ."
"Fart," Yan Hang laughed, "Have you seen the hedgehog in the garden downstairs jumping?"
"I'll go and check it out," said the first day of the new year, "neither do you, it's useless."
"Get off." Yan Hang laughed for a long time after hanging up the phone, then stretched his head out of the window to look at the "yard" downstairs.
It's not really a yard, and you can walk back and forth in two steps, but you can put a little flower pot and plant some green onions... Yan Hang's thoughts are a little farther away.
Although the goal of buying a car has not yet been achieved, I still think about my own house at this time.
I had already seen the house when I came back on the first day of the new year, and I also made an appointment with the landlord to sign the agreement.
"Very efficient." Yan Hang gave a thumbs up.
"I asked, and asked about the housing prices in this community," Chu Yi looked at him, "I was scared to death."
"You two can't buy one square meter per month, right?" Yan Hang said with a smile.
"Ah," Chu nodded, "Is it because I earn too much, too little or the house, the price is too low, sensible?"
"You have made a lot of money," Yan Hang said, "Doesn't your classmate still have a lot of money and still can't make money."
"Well," the first day of the month chuckled, "such as Zhou, classmate Chunyang."
"He doesn't count, he just gnaws on old stuff," Yan Hang also sighed, "but...have I heard you mention him for a long time?"
"If you want to drink vinegar, just cook it and drink it in the room," said the first day of the month, "why look for Chunyang."
"He has no last name." Yan Hang said.
"Why look for Zhou, Chunyang." said the first day.
"Will you break the sentence?" Yan Hang said.
"Do you want to stutter with us, do you want too much," said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang looked at him and waved at him after a while: "Come here, little dog."
"Why?" The first day of junior high school looked at him warily.
"Rubbing your head." Yan Hang said.
"Then what?" The first day of the junior high school was still very vigilant.
"Let you fucking come and rub your head! There is so much nonsense." Yan Hang glared at him.
On the first day of the new year, he quickly walked over, bowed his head and slammed on him.
Yan Hang hugged his head and rubbed his head: "Sometimes I suddenly think you are cute."
"I think too." said the first day.
Dad did go back to his hometown this time. To be exact, it was Yan Hang's hometown. After all, Dad had no father or mother. Only he himself knew where his hometown was.
He replaced his mother's tombstone with a new one, and the words on it were the same as before, that is, the person who erected the tombstone had the name of Yan Hang added.
"I wanted to write about the Tomb of the Wild Ass," my father said. "The old man who carved the stele will not do it."
"Your daughter-in-law is going to jump out and be anxious with you, crazy." Yan Hang said.
"I put everything here before in the tomb," the father said. "It's a memorial. I'll be a father again with my son in the future."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
"I'll go back early next month," Dad said, "just before your birthday."
"Can you give me some normal gifts this year?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes," Dad said, "In what year was the gift abnormal?"
"... Okay," Yan Hang sighed, "you just need to come back, don't worry about the gift."
Dad didn't tell him about his future itinerary, but he would call him every two or three days. On two occasions, he heard that the wind was very strong and the sound was very fluttering, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain.
"I don't know where the waves went," Yan Hang gritted his teeth while scrolling through the circle of friends and looking at the current situation of his previous colleagues. "You didn't take me."
"Take you, you won't go either." The first day of the day was flipping through the book next to him.
He was going to take the primary certificate test at the end of the month, and he read the book very hard every day, but he was able to pick up his words every time, which made Yan Hang strongly suspect that he could not pass the test this time.
"Do you have any holidays on November?" Yan Hang said, "I want to go out and play."
"I don't know, it's eleventh, so long." said the first day.
"I..." Yan Hang turned halfway and saw a circle of friends posted by the previous boss.
The boss didn't post a circle of friends for ten thousand years. If he hadn't been seen in his contacts sometimes, Yan Hang would have thought he had never been a friend.
The photo of the boss is a shop under renovation. The area is small, but it can be seen that it is a western restaurant. The accompanying text is to make your own western food.
"What do you think, the former boss?" Chu Yi didn't know when he got in.
"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "it seems to have opened a shop by myself."
"Envy?" asked the first day.
"I don't envy," Yan Hang said, "Now you give me money to open a shop, I can't do it, I don't have enough experience, and there are too many things I don't understand."
"So humble?" Junior One looked at him in shock.
"Do you think I am as shameless as you?" Yan Hang said.
"You said that when you are handsome, you are not modest at all, humble." said the first day of the day.
"To tell the truth, what are you blind and modest," Yan Hang said, "and you don't talk blindly like you, cute, cute."
"I'm not, isn't it cute?" asked the first day of the month.
"Cute." Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him.
Chuyi smiled, lowered his head and pointed at the phone again: "What do you mean by doing your own, your own...?"
"I don't know," Yan Hang thought for a while, "He doesn't want to make customization, as he has mentioned in the book he wrote, so that guests can control the taste they want to the maximum..."
"Do you want to go?" asked the first day.
Yan Hang glanced at him, and he was worthy of being his dog on the first day of the first year... Boyfriend, many times he can guess what he thinks on the first day of the first day without even a second.
"Let me ask first." Yan Hang said.
"Then ten, eleven will not be able to go out to play, yo." Chu put his chin on his shoulder.
"What's so cute?" Yan Hang patted his mouth with a backhand. "People don't necessarily need to recruit people, and they don't necessarily require me... ."
"Yeah." Nodding at first, "Don't be nervous."
Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed.
"If it were me, I would be nervous," the first day of the new year also smiled, "for a while, half a while, no more."
"It's okay, you don't need to find a job now," Yan Hang said, "I can't get nervous."
This kind of nervousness is not uncommon for Yan Hang, but he is usually not nervous when he calls to ask about work.
He glanced at the time and called the boss.
"Xiao Yan?" The boss answered the phone.
"It's me," Yan Hang smiled, "Good afternoon, Brother Tang."
"Why do you think of calling me?" The boss's tone was still the same as before, very serious.
"I saw the photo you sent." Yan Hang didn't go around the corner either.
"Oh, I made a shop with my friend," the boss said, "try a new format."
"Is it mentioned in your book?" Yan Hang asked.
"You... Have you really read my book?" The boss seemed a little surprised.
"Watch it," Yan Hang said, "I'll watch it all after I get it."
The boss sighed: "You are probably the first assistant who has really finished reading my book."
"I set aside some time every day to read books," Yan Hang said, "I read your books as textbooks."
The boss smiled, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you want to come over and try?"
"Well, I think it's quite interesting." Yan Hang said.
"Then you come and try it tomorrow, but I don't guarantee that I can use you," the boss said, "now the store is not hiring."
"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I should study."
On the first day of the new year, I was a little bit more back, and even if I met a client who was more verbose than Li Xiao, I even gesticulated and instructed him. When changing the belt, he almost pushed him away and did it by himself. At that location, I knew that this person didn't understand the fart at first glance. In order not to hurt him, his hand was severely strangled, and when he was retracted, his fingers were already purple.
"Why are you so careless?" The customer was stunned when he saw it, without the strength of the previous one.
"Go out." Chuyi pointed to the door.
"Flush with water first," the customer said.
"Go, outside," still pointing to the door on the first day, "wait."
"Fine," the customer turned around and walked out, "rush."
The finger was stabbed and dipped in hot sauce, and it hurt. I haven’t experienced this kind of pain for a long time on the first day of the new year. It’s probably been a long time since I was beaten...
Last time I changed the engine and was smashed in my foot and it didn't hurt so much.
He squatted on the side of the car, took out his phone and took a photo with his finger, and then sent it to Yan Hang.
Looking at the time again, I didn't think it was right. At the moment, Yan Hang should be interviewing in the boss's shop... So he hurriedly reissued another one.
-Do not bother me
"Did you watch too many Tianlei dramas?" Yan Hang called him an hour later, "Send a miserable photo with a sentence, don't worry about me..."
On the first day of the new year, I couldn’t hold back the joy: "I didn’t mean it, I was afraid you were in the interview."
"I'm in an interview," Yan Hang said, "It's hypocritical."
"The face is over?" asked the first day of the new year, "how is it?"
"Why did you get your hands?" Yan Hang didn't answer him, and sighed, "You smashed your foot last week, but this week, your auto repair casualty rate is a bit too high?"
"No one died." said the first day.
"Ask how you did it!" Yan Hang said.
"The belt is clipped," said the first day of the month, "it's gone, it hurts."
"Come back and rub it for you." Yan Hang said.
"Then it hurts, it hurts to death." Chuyi smiled.
"Then hell come back and give you two more blows!" Yan Hang sighed.
On the first day of the new year, I smiled for a long time and didn't speak.
"The boss asked me to go to work next week." Yan Hang said.
"Really?" In the first grade of junior high school, his voice suddenly increased, "Are you at work?"
"Well, the form of their place is to set up a small table, the guests sit there and watch, match the desired taste, and then make it, it has to be delicious," said Yan Hang, "this is not an innovation. , But he is more involved as a guest."
"Listen, don't understand." said the first day.
"Next time you don't understand, please interrupt me in time to save me from talking so much." Yan Hang said.
"But hi, I like listening to you and talking." Chuyi smiled.
"Go away," Yan Hang said, "come back and give you a blow."
People still have to work. Even if it is a casual person like Yan Hang, he can feel it in the first grade. The news of going to work next week makes Yan Hang feel good.
After he came back, he didn't even think about smashing his hand.
"Come here," Yan Hang beckoned to him while sitting on the bay window, "Apply some medicine."
On the first day of the new year, he walked to him and stretched out his middle finger.
Yan Hang looked at him.
"It's the middle finger and the middle finger is injured." Lu Yi explained.
"Then you don't have to take this standard posture," Yan Hang said. "Believe it or not, I will put you here now?"
On the first day of the new year, I quickly stretched out my fingers.
Yan Hang took some cotton wool, poured some medicine out of a small bottle and wiped it on his finger.
"What medicine?" asked the first day.
"Don't ask every time," Yan Hang said, "I told you last time, I don't know, my dad doesn't know which old liar he got from."
The first day of the new year sighed.
But this medicine works well, at least it can relieve a little swelling.
After the meal, the fingers don't look so scary.
"You won't tell, tell Uncle Yan?" On the first day of the day, he lay on the sofa with Yan Hang's leg, and checked the recovery of his middle finger against the lamp.
"Can you do it, and you have to tell your boyfriend his father with a finger?" Yan Hang said, "I was stabbed and he didn't condone me."
"I said! What I said is! You work! What you do!" The first day of the new year put down his hands and sighed.
"He will be back in a few days," Yan Hang said, "I am anxious to tell him what he is doing now, just like telling his father after a 100-point test with a kid."
"You let him have fun," said the first day of the new year. "Yes, my son, what's the matter first, tell him at once, how happy it is."
Yan Hang lowered his head and glanced at him: "Naive."
"Then childish, naive one time." said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang was silent for a long time, and then took out the phone.
He seems to seldom do reporting his own affairs to dad, dad doesn't ask, and he generally doesn't take the initiative to say so.
Just like every time Dad reappears after he disappears, he will not ask Dad where he is, nor will he report his own situation during the time he disappeared.
It was the first time I called my dad after looking for a job. It was a little uncomfortable, but it felt a little warm for some reason.
"Dear Prince," Dad quickly answered the phone, "Do you miss me?"
"No," Yan Hang said, "I dialed the wrong number."
"Then this is fate, let's talk for a while." Dad said.
Yan Hang laughed: "I tell you something... It's actually nothing, and it doesn't matter if you don't tell it."
"Say it," Dad said, "let me listen."
"I went to interview for a very interesting restaurant today," Yan Hang said, "Passed, and I will go to work next week."
"Really?" Dad's tone sounded normal, but Yan Hang was too familiar with him, and he was still happy. I didn't know if he was happy that he finally went to work again, or he was happy that he called specifically to talk about it.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled and told him about the format of the restaurant. "It's very fun. After you come back, call the first day of junior high school and Lao Cui, come and eat together once, and I will make it for you."
"You can just go for your birthday." Dad said.
"My birthday, you come over and sit there, and then I make something for you to eat?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes." Dad said.
"Whose birthday is it?" Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little.
"You," Dad said, "My son's birthday is Dad's Passion Day."
"... You gave birth to my mother, right?" Yan Hang was happy.
"After she gave birth, you would be angry with me, and you would scold me when she didn't leave the delivery room," the father said, "If it weren't for the strength, she could come down and beat me, I'm very suffering."
"All right," Yan Hang said with a smile, "then I will serve you a meal on my birthday."
"That's right." Dad said.
After Yan Hang hung up the phone, he looked at him on the first day of the new year, and he almost heard what Uncle Yan said on the phone: "Well, this birthday is very meaningful, Xiao Yan."
"Yes, Xiaochu." Yan Hang said, "It's okay to stop here, if you squeeze, I promise to smoke you."
"Okay Xiao Yan." Chu nodded.
After the two looked at each other for a while, they laughed out loud together. After laughing for a long time, Yan Hang patted his face, leaned back, closed his eyes and stretched out the voice and let out a sigh of relief.