Yan Hang looked down.
In the palm of his hand is a bright hexagonal black pebble and a red string.
With the subtle touch of the first day of the new year when he carefully pressed something on his hand.
"It's done so soon?" Yan Hang picked up the pebble, and the eyes for the rope in the middle were already drilled.
"No, coming soon," the first day of junior high school looked at him nervously, "Do you like it?"
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded, and passed the red string through his small eyes.
When he tied the ankle, he explained in a low voice: "The eyes are too, too small, and the leather ropes and braided ropes, the braided ropes will not pass through."
"This will do." Yan Hang said.
"Lord, if I don't, I won't edit it," said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang laughed: "I see."
This pebble is pretty cool. It has a simple and generous shape, a simple and clean color, and it's pretty stylish when tied 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, Tugou's trial, beautiful," Chu Yi smiled, stretched out his hand and shook his ankle, "It looks good."
"Is there mine?" Dad listened in front, then turned around and asked, "Little dog."
"Yes, many," the first day of the junior high school scratched his head with a little embarrassment, "show you, you can choose the photo, choose one."
"Okay." Dad nodded.
On the first day of the new year, I took out my mobile phone, pressed it, and then the three of them looked at the black screen together.
Yan Hang felt that this phone was probably dropped by Liang Bing just now, and it was no longer good enough, and the screen lighting time was much longer than usual.
Halfway through the first day of the first day, there was even free hand to wipe the dust on the screen.
"What are we doing?" Dad asked.
"Waiting to see the photos." Yan Hang said.
"Oh." Dad nodded.
The screen finally turned on. I poke the photo album on the first day of the new year. The photo album opened very quickly. The folder called "Little Rock" inside opened also quickly. After opening, the black squares lined up for a long time. Nothing has changed.
"There is Zhang He, take a picture," rubbed his nose on the first day of the first year, opened one of the black patches, and then held the phone in one hand and rested his cheek in the other.
"Yes," Dad touched his chin. "My beard has grown out."
The picture was opened, and the picture was enlarged at first: "That's it, it's actually not, it looks good."
"It's pretty," Dad took the phone, "I'll take a closer look and pick one, you can give me a glimpse too, right?"
"Yeah!" Nodding immediately on the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang glanced at him, and felt that it was not wrong for his father to call him "Little Poor". It is estimated that he hadn't shown these stones to anyone, and no one would say they look good, let alone pick one for him. Give me a glimpse.
The small stones in the first grade of junior high school are quite small, and probably the small stones do not need to be polished for too long to hide.
But the colors and shapes are quite rich, and the more complicated ones are petal-shaped, not so delicate, but they are all lovely.
"Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round red stone with a little orange in it.
"It was originally this way," said the first day of the new year, "I found it in the river."
"I'll pick this one, you can wear it on your hand." Dad said.
"I'm tomorrow, God will bring it to you." Chu Yi said with a smile.
"Thank you." Dad said.
"No, you're welcome." The first one waved his hand.
The little black stone was cold, Yan Hang could always feel it, a little bit of coldness, I don't know if it was an illusion or true.
Before getting out of the car, he couldn't help but open the slip knot of the red rope and changed it to a dead button.
The mind of the first day of the junior high school, if accidentally lost it, how bad it would be.
Today is the first day of the music festival, and it is Friday again. There are so many people on the square, it is like being thrown into a huge speaker when getting off the car.
Music, people’s laughter and shouting.
Standing on the sidewalk near the road in the square, Yan Hang was a little dazed.
He doesn't like the excitement very much, more often he likes to be alone in a daze. Dad understands his habits well, so he will not take him to such occasions to join in the excitement.
Today this scene is considered to be the most lively scene he has ever seen other than the New Year's fireworks show.
"Is it in front of you?" Dad asked.
Yan Hang didn't speak, he hesitated, he glanced at the first day of the junior high school.
He looked very excited on the first day of the new year, turning his head and looking around, his eyes gleaming.
"Go to the tree over there. It's too close to look at the back of the head, and the voice is wrong." Yan Hang pointed to the tree in front.
There are many people under the tree, and people are standing on a stone bench.
When they passed by, one fell from above. Yan Hang took a look and hurriedly rushed over at the first two steps, pushing him on the stone bench: "Go up, go up..."
"Ah." The first day of the new year also quickly stepped on the stone bench.
But there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn't stand up after going up.
"Help me." Yan Hang said.
Chu Chu put an arm on his shoulder, after thinking about it, and then smiling: "Little, son."
"You fucking come down." Yan Hang looked at him.
"No." Chu Yi smiled and shook his head.
There were a few drums on the other side of the stage, and the people around shouted together, and on the first day of the new year, they quickly turned their heads and stared at that side.
Yan Hang felt that the first day of the junior high school was a very magical person.
Just an hour ago, he was beaten by a river, smashed his phone, and almost got his pants off, but now he is completely fine.
In other words, he has basically returned to normal since he left the river and returned to his home.
This amazing repair ability made Yan Hang a little bit emotional.
In the first year of the junior high school, I stopped talking about the causes and consequences of this incident, and did not ask how he and his father found it. The discussion on this incident has not even been held for a second.
Very simply and neatly, it was just thrown aside.
Regardless of whether the ability in the first year of junior high school is acquired actively or passively, Yan Hang feels that this kid has a very strong endurance.
Dad didn't know where to go, and when he came back he was holding three small telescopes in his hand.
"Use this," he handed the binoculars to Yan Hang and the first year of junior high school. "You can see clearly."
"Thanks, thank you Uncle Yan, Uncle." Chu Yi took the telescope.
"You don't need to be so standard," Dad said. "This long list is so hard."
"Thank you, uncle." said the first day.
"Yes, it's easier to call that way." Dad nodded.
On the first day of the new year, he looked down at the telescope: "I haven't, I've played this, this."
"Now let's play," Yan Hang smiled, and took a binoculars to look over the stage. A few bald young people stood on top, "Very clear."
"Ah," he also brought the telescope to his eyes on the first day of the junior high school. After a while, he said, "Okay, far away."
Yan Hang looked at him.
He also glanced at Yan Hang. After a pause, he dropped the telescope calmly: "I see."
Yan Hang couldn't hold back his joy: "Native goods."
"Foreign goods," holding the binoculars on the first day of the new year, continuing to look, "really, be serious."
When they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of the people in the square had already been mobilized.
When the band of the bald youths began to perform, the sound of the music was almost overwhelmed by the shouts below.
The prelude was familiar, and Yan Hang glanced at his father.
This is a song that my dad likes very much.
Dad's knowledge of English is limited to hello, but he can sing this song.
"One day, I won't be insane..." Dad really followed and began to sing.
Yan Hang smiled and sang along with him: "Won't Play, all their foolish games, We all need to play..."
On the first day of the junior high school, he couldn't take care of the stands anymore, and turned his head to look at them.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.
"No, it's nothing," said the first day of the new year.
After singing this song, the band sang another original song of its own, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.
Yan Hang looked at the swaying arms in front of him in a daze.
The voice in his ears slowly faded away, leaving only the swaying shadow under the bright light.
It's like shouting.
It also seems to be struggling.
Silent chaos in black and white.
Someone flicked on his face, and Yan Hang recovered. The sound of music and shouts that came back instantly poured into his ears, and he almost couldn't breathe.
"The first day of the junior high school," my father called the first day of the junior high school. "How about we change the place?"
"Okay." He agreed without thinking at first.
"Go over there, a little farther away," Dad pointed to a shopping mall across the street from the square, "There seems to be an outdoor tea on the second floor over there?"
On the first day of the new year, he took a binoculars and looked at it: "Yes, I invite you to drink, tea."
"Fifty yuan in one month is not enough for people to grab," Yan Hang said, "I still want to treat guests all day long."
"No, not every time, I was robbed." Chu Yi jumped off the stone bench.
"I have an uncle, it's not up to you to treat me," Dad smiled, "Go, go there and sit for a while."
Yan Hang turned and followed his father to the other way.
After two steps, someone grabbed his hand, and he turned his head back, it was the first year of the new year.
On the first day of the new year, he smiled at him: "Your hand is a bit cold."
"Well," Yan Hang replied, "The wind is strong."
After walking a few steps forward, he didn't mean to let go of his hand on the first day of the day. He glanced at the first day of the day again: "Why don't you call me brother Sheng, I will lead you across the street?"
"You are, you are not harmed, afraid." Chu Yi asked.
Yan Hang paused without speaking.
They still didn't let go on the first day of the new year, and they crossed the road after their father hand in hand like a fool.
There are also many people on the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They are all coming to the music festival to join in the fun. If it is not particularly fanatical, sitting here, the music can be heard, the stage can also be seen, and you can sit and drink a cup of tea, which is very comfortable of.
They found an empty table to sit down, Dad ordered a pot of fruit flower tea for them, and he ordered a pot of green tea.
As soon as the tea was brought up, I stood up and poured tea into all three cups on the first day of the new year. The waiter who was preparing to pour tea for them didn't intervene, and stood for a while and had to walk away.
"On the first day of the middle school," Dad took a sip of tea, "Isn't it true that you didn't come out to play like this before?"
"At night, at home," sat down on the first day of the new year, "stunned."
"Isn't that boring?" Dad sighed.
"Hey, my grandfather's house is fun," he turned his cup on the first day of the new year, "you can go after a holiday."
"Grandpa's house is far away, isn't it?" Dad asked again.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Yan Hang took out a few photos on the stage while listening to them chatting.
This mobile phone, known as the Lycra lens, is good for taking pictures.
The stage was brightly lit, except for the colored side of the light, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.
"You stutter," Dad looked at the first day of the junior high school, "when did it start?"
"Remember, things start," the first day of the day thought for a while, "My dad said that I said, "It's too late, I keep talking, it's not easy to tell, my grandmother is always anxious, always scolding, even if I scold me, it won't work."
"Then you are scared." Dad said.
"Well," Chu Yi smiled, "It's not stupid."
"It can be seen," Dad said. "Try to speak more slowly. You may stop stuttering by jumping word by word."
"Really...really..." said the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang clicked on the video on his mobile phone, facing the first day of the new year.
"Look, don't you stop stuttering." Dad applauded.
"He basically doesn't stammer when he says three words." Yan Hang said.
Dad was happy: "Then try to grow longer, how old are you on the first day of the first year?"
"Fourteen, this, question," Chu Yi sighed, "This is longer, a little bit longer, isn't it?"
Yan Hang laughed so hard that he couldn't hold his phone: "The sentence behind you is a long one."
"All right," Turning his head on the first day of the junior high school, he saw the phone facing him, "Straight... Broadcast...?"
"No, video." Yan Hang said.
"You...why...why, what..." the first day of the first year stretched his voice, amused himself, "Hey!"
"Come slowly," Yan Hang said with a smile, "so easy to change back, no one will stammer."
"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he picked up the cup and drank a sip of tea with a smile, "This... this... tea... very, very fragrant."
Yan Hang and his dad didn't have any sense of time. He was because of insomnia, and most of the time, night was just the whole time relative to the day for him, and it didn't matter what his dad was, just him.
When they hesitated to go home on the first day of the junior high school, they noticed that it was almost 11 o'clock.
"Yo," Dad stood up, "Hurry up, take a taxi."
"I guess I won't be able to get a taxi right now," Yan Hang glanced at the square, still the bustling crowd, "So many people."
"Public, hand over the car." said the first day.
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, nor can he sit down.
But tonight, there is no way in this situation. The taxi will definitely not be able to take a taxi. It takes too long to walk back. The only way is to squeeze the bus.
And it is really "squeezed".
There are more than three of them who can’t get in the car. At this time, there is only one bus. They were in the front when they were in line. After getting on the bus, Yan Hang found that there were endless people getting on the bus. Even if they got on the bus first, they followed. It doesn’t make any difference, it’s all posted together.
"Persevere, stay, Huai Ting!" Lu Yi posted face-to-face with him, and tried to add oil to him.
Yan Hang sighed and laughed: "Shut up."
After the car drove for a stop, no one got off, and there were still people crowded into the car.
He also sighed on the first day of the junior high school, desperately to the side and made a mistake, probably because he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.
He just moved, he stopped suddenly, looked up at Yan Hang suddenly, and whispered, "Ah!"
"What?" Yan Hang was startled by him, lowering his voice, "Is it hard?"
"... No, it's not," lowered his head again on the first day of the new year, and then raised his head again, "I'm not yet, I'm underage, this kind of talk is not the topic, it's appropriate."
"Then what are you doing so surprised?" Yan Hang asked.
"Little Stone," said the first day of the new year, "Yes, yes, no, is it dropped?"
"No," Yan Hang struggled to rub his left ankle tied with the stone against his right calf, and felt it for a while, "Yes, I can feel the dead buckle, which is so easy to fall off."
"Oh," he breathed a sigh of relief on the first day of the day, "I stepped on and stepped on a hard thing, thinking it was a stone, a stone."
"Don't worry," Yan Hang smiled, "Actually, I haven't received any gifts. I won't lose them so easily."
When I got off the bus, I was forced to bend over while squeezing on the first day of the new year. It was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see exactly what I was stepping on.
"Did you see it clearly?" Yan Hang asked.
"A bottle, a bottle cap." Chu Yi tugged at the squeezed clothes.
"A bottle cap." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, he laughed: "Also say that I owe my son."
"Let's go, hurry up, your grandma will scold you when you are late for a while," Yan Hang said.
"No at night, let me take care of me," he said, thinking of slowing down on the first day of the first year, so he repeated it again, "night... up... no... people... take care, take care, take care of me."
Yan Hang was smiling. A car drove behind and honked his horn.
"First day!" someone shouted.
Yan Hang turned his head, and a small white car drove over and stopped beside them.
The passenger's window was open, Yan Hang looked inside, and a middle-aged man was also looking out.
"My dad," walked over on the first day of the new year, "you are back, are you here?"
"Where did you go?" Dad opened the door and got out of the car. "Get in the car. I'll see you off."
After saying this, the first day dad glanced at them, and after passing over Yan Hang's face, he was suddenly stunned.
Yan Hang quickly looked over to his father, but his expression was normal, with a smile on his face: "Let’s go back with your father on the first day of the middle school. We are right in front, very close, and we will be there in two steps."
"I..." Hesitated on the first day of the new year.
"Get in the car," Yan Hang patted him on the back, "Do you still want to go back alone?"
"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, opened the door and got into the car, then leaned on the window again, "I am very happy today, heart, good night."
"Good night." Yan Hang said.
"Good night, uncle." The first day of the new year smiled at dad again.
"Good night." Dad waved his hand.
After the car drove away, Yan Hang and his father stood by the side of the road and did not move.
After being silent for a while, Yan Hang looked at his father: "It's probably not the first time his father saw you on the first day of the junior high school?"
"I don't know," Dad lighted a cigarette, and continued 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 book of 100,000 whys.