He was a little excited on the first day of the junior high school. He was very excited all night, and he could realize that he was excited. That means he was really excited.
He sat in the passenger seat and kept humming softly.
"Are those two new friends you met?" Dad asked.
"Well, Yan Hang," Chu nodded, "He gave me this clothes, clothes and shoes."
"Is it called Yan Hang?" Dad looked at him, "Is that man his father?"
"Yes," Chuyi smiled, "Just now, I went to the music festival, the music festival, I played."
"When did you meet?" Dad asked again.
"Last month." On the first day of the new year, he turned his head and glanced at his dad. My dad has a lot of questions today. Generally, he rarely asks these questions. The whole family has no habit of understanding his various trends.
"That's it," Dad drove the car downstairs, found a place to stop, "Do you know the situation of his house?"
"What, what's the matter?" The first day of the month frowned.
"I think his father," Dad said, "it's kind of weird, you still...let's not talk to them."
On the first day of the new year, he was stunned. Before asking, my father had already pulled out the car key and got out of the car.
"Why, weird?" asked after jumping out of the car on the first day of the junior high school.
"Just don't worry about it," Dad said, "just for safety."
"Oh." Chu Yi answered and did not ask any more.
When I got home, my grandma and grandpa were already asleep. My mother just took a shower and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw her dad, she stretched her face: "Your motorcade asks you to work overtime. Will you pay for overtime? Speaking of going for an hour, I have been there for a few hours."
"You have to pick up people, the plane is one hour late." Dad said.
"Why let you go? Didn't you take a rest today! Your company is just a driver!" My mother was very upset, "You are just a fool. Do whatever you ask you to do, and you won't even refuse!"
"Old Ding suddenly said that something could not come, so Mr. Luo called me, what can I do." Dad sighed and went into the toilet and closed the door.
"Lao Ding hasn't dealt with you for so long! You Luo always don't know! Lao Ding's work requires you to work overtime," my mother reluctantly said, "Isn't this a deliberately disgusting person!"
Dad didn't move in the toilet.
"What are you doing here! I can't find my soul after a crazy night!" The mother turned her head.
On the first day of the new year, I quickly lowered my head and walked to the desk, turned on the lamp and sat down.
"I haven't finished my homework and I still have a face to go crazy!" Mom glared at him.
On the first day of the new year, he took out the notebook in silence and leaned on the desk, trying to bury his face as low as possible.
He breathed a sigh of relief after his mother returned to the room, and took a look at today's homework.
There is a lot of homework, and it may be a little later, but I don’t care about it in the first year of the first year. Compared with playing this evening, it will be no problem to write homework until tomorrow morning.
But after writing a few words, he stopped again. Mom's scolding him won't affect his mood for a happy night, but his dad's attitude just now made him a little depressed.
Mom said that Dad is a counselor, but in fact, it is not entirely a curse. Dad is timid and cautious in everything. He usually avoids everything if he encounters something... He is a coward and fearful model.
what.
Perhaps it was inherited from my father to be so tolerant.
Dad is also very suspicious. Although he won’t treat everyone’s kindness as an insult like his mother and grandmother did, Dad always feels that based on their family’s situation, anyone who approaches actively may want to pit them. Jump.
Just when I met Uncle Yan, Chu Yi made such a judgment.
From the perspective of the first day of the new year, even Li Zihao is not a bad person, it is nothing more than to follow the crowd, only Liang Bing needs to be kept away.
Yes, there is that old Ding.
Dad's colleague, I saw him once in the first day of the new year, and he didn't even say anything, but he was afraid of this person for no reason, and his eyes were particularly fierce.
Dad didn’t deal with him. This statement is not accurate. In fact, Dad unilaterally thinks Lao Ding hates him and is not easy to provoke. Lao Ding never looked at Dad with a straight eye. Not long ago, he didn’t refuel the car. I beat my dad.
As for the character of my father, he will still laugh awkwardly when he meets again.
In this way, he is still stronger than his father. Although he will tolerate people he hates, he will not force himself to please him.
On the first day of the new year, my mind was spinning around in a mess, for a while, Dad, a music festival, and Yan Hang for a while.
Yan Hang is a very special person.
It's not just because Yan Hang is his first real friend when he grows up.
Great in English, very handsome, sometimes cool and arrogant, fights very hard, cooks super delicious, and has nice ankles...
And very gentle.
Even if he knew what kind of person his grandma was, what kind of situation his family was like, and knew that he was a person who would endure everything without principle, Yan Hang still respected him very much.
Yes, it is respect.
On the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang respected him.
What a nice person.
"Supper?" Yan Hang asked his father when he walked in.
"Drinking tea and drinking," Dad yawned, "I can't eat. If you are hungry and want to make a supper, I will 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 entered the house.
Yan Hang stood in the living room for a few seconds, and then went back to his room. He took a change of clothes and got ready to take a shower. His mind was a little messy, and he had to wake up after the shower to tidy it up.
Or not sorted out.
It's like tidying up the house, throwing things in the box and putting the lid on. As for what is in the box and what's in the box, we will wait for the day when the lid is unintentionally opened.
When he walked to the living room with his clothes, Dad also walked out of the house with a change of clothes.
He looked at his father, and his father looked at him.
After a second, they both rushed to the bathroom at the same time.
Yan Hang is faster than his father, but his method is not as cruel as his father.
Shameless to be exact.
He just touched the doorknob of the bathroom, and his father grabbed his waistband from behind.
Pulling back even the outer pants and the underwear.
"Hey! Lao Yan, you are too damn disrespectful!" Yan Hang felt that his ass was about to be exposed.
"You're old!" Dad continued to drag him back.
Yan Hang had to pull the door frame with one hand and his pants: "You are my father!"
"When I robbed the toilet, I knew I was your father!" Dad let go.
But before Yan Hang lifted his leg and walked in, his father had already put him in a pocket, and then squeezed him by the wrist that was holding the door.
The wrist tingled for a while, and Yan Hang took a sigh of relief.
In just these two seconds, Dad had thrown him aside, and had already closed the door.
"You have a kind!" Yan Hang slammed the door.
"Have you learned it?" Dad was happy in it.
"You're too embarrassed to let people learn this trick like pulling pants?" Yan Hang turned his wrist and sat at the door of the bathroom. Ma Jin'er hadn't completely passed away yet.
However, he did not use this trick very neatly every time, and he couldn't pinch the place.
Several times, it was when someone pinched the other person's hand that hurts.
He estimated that this kind of thing would never compare to the old world like his father.
Old arena.
Yeah
right.
An orphan who doesn't even know where he is, and when others enjoy a comfortable life without worry, he wonders how to live.
For so many years, Dad has allowed him to live like a wild horse without any external harm, and Yan Hang can feel it, what kind of person he is and what kind of ability he has.
Good at seeing people, but also good at disguising.
Yan Hang could see the change in his father's expression on the first day of the first day of the day. Dad couldn't fail to see it.
Dad avoided this detail and only said that it was the first time we met. This was not particularly in line with his habit. Generally speaking, he would take the opportunity to analyze the meaning of this expression.
So it's possible that Dad didn't tell the truth.
But with the experience that Yan Hang has accumulated over the years following him, it is not impossible to say that he has never seen it before.
The dad of the first grade is the kind of person who stands in front of you and you may not notice him, even if you say a few words, the next day you will forget what he looks like.
Yan Hang lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.
He didn’t want to think about many things. He tried to make himself like a plant that his father had planted in a flowerpot. It was well protected. He took the dog's tail grass every day to see the scenery. The only thing he needed to worry about was to walk around with the flowerpot. Of people will suddenly disappear one day.
But he still couldn't help thinking about it. As the days passed, this worry could no longer be put aside.
After a long period of inactivity, he threw the extinguished cigarette butts into the trash can.
Dad may have never met his father on the first day of the junior high school, but he must have appeared in a place where his father can see him on the first day of junior high school. Something changed in his expression.
Dad opened the bathroom door and was stunned when he saw him: "Are you queuing?"
"I'm unwilling to not grab the first place to take a bath." Yan Hang said.
"Go and wash it. If you're unwilling, just wash for a while." Dad smiled and grabbed his hair, threw the changed clothes into the bucket next to him, and returned to the living room.
When Yan Hang came out of the bath, his father closed his eyes on the sofa, and he didn't know if he was asleep or closed his eyes to rest.
"On the first day of the new year, it's clear that you will come here, don't let him run into the air." Yan Hang said.
"Don't worry," Dad closed his eyes and smiled, "I said I won't go out this time."
Yan Hang went back to the room, plugged in the earphones and lay on the bed.
There was a message on the phone. He picked it up and glanced at it. It was sent on the first day of the new year.
a photo.
The shot was the red round stone my father picked today, and it has already been cut.
-You are working overtime
Immediately on the first day of the first year of the new year, I sent another photo. It was still a red stone. The red rope was worn, but the red rope was not passed through by a single thread.
-Two eyes
-Well, crossed eyes, so that you can wear two ropes, it is not easy to fall off, tomorrow I will punch the black one in another eye and wear an extra rope
-good
Yan Hang looked at the black stone on his ankle and sighed.
This kind of state in the first grade made him feel a little uncomfortable. He always felt that this kid would be hurt in the future if someone treated him well and went all out to treat him well.
But... a person who grew up like this on the first day of the junior high school is almost the heart of King Kong.
"I can really worry about it." Yan Hang closed his eyes with his arms on his pillow.
It is a good thing to be able to fall asleep.
Especially can't dream of any good things.
He followed his father and a woman and ran forward in the dark, cold and scared.
He tried hard to run faster, to be closer to his father, to see his father's face clearly, to see the woman's face, but he was still a few steps away.
A figure appeared in front.
Can't see the face clearly.
But he knew for sure that it was the father of the first grade.
Raise your hand.
Knife.
Eyes full of blood.
When Yan Hang opened his eyes strenuously, he could still hear his rapid breathing, and his drum-like heartbeat hadn't calmed down yet.
He stared at him and lay on the bed for a long time before slowly regaining his senses.
The sky is already bright.
He was asleep for a few hours anyway, he patted his head to express comfort.
After lying on the bed for a while, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.
As soon as I walked to the living room, I was taken aback. There was a man sitting cross-legged on the window sill.
Although you don't need to think about it, you know it's the old man, but this posture that seems like an old god is going to do it is still a bit too novel.
"I found that the air in the living room window is better in the morning." Dad said, "There is probably a fried dough stick outside the window of my house. It explodes at four o'clock every day. It smells like oily smoke."
"Would you like to change room with me?" Yan Hang walked to him and looked out, "No one stopped to watch your special morning exercise posture..."
Someone stopped before the words were finished.
"Who said no?" Dad pointed to the first year student who suddenly appeared happily running from the side. "If he sees it, he has to be stationed right away."
On the first day of the new year, I seemed to be in a good mood, with a brisk pace.
However, as soon as he turned around, he saw the old man meditating on the windowsill, he was obviously caught off guard and froze in place.
"Stopped." Dad snapped his fingers and stretched out his hand in front of Yan Hang.
Yan Hang pinched one of the peanut beans next to him and put it into his father's hand.
"Don't be stingy." Dad still stretched out his hand.
Yan Hang chuckled, took fifty yuan from his pocket, and exchanged the peanuts.
"Little first day!" Dad collected the money with satisfaction and called the first day of the first day. "What are you doing there?"
"Uncle," came over on the first day of the new year and stood in front of the window sill, "what are you doing, what are you doing? It's like hanging up a picture, painting."
Yan Hang listened to music.
"Also... bring... draw... frame." The first day of the first year stretched the voice and slowly added another sentence.
"I'll smoke you," Dad smiled and jumped off the window sill, "have you eaten early? Come in and eat together?"
"I've eaten," said the first day of the new year, and then took a look at Yan Hang, "but it's still, not yet, full."
"Do you want a sandwich?" Yan Hang asked.
"Eat." Chu nodded.
The sandwich is very simple. Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and ran through the ingredients quickly in his head. Cucumber, egg, luncheon meat, cheese, and a bag of whole-wheat bread.
He took things and walked into the kitchen, and just put the materials neatly on the countertop as he was used to, and followed in on the first day of the new year.
"This is simple, no need to fight." Yan Hang said.
"Well," Chu Yi squatted and pulled the small stone on his ankle, "I'll use it to drill and drill my eyes."
"Oh." Yan Hang replied.
On the first day of the new year, he took out a small pair of scissors from his pocket, cut the knotted little red string, and took the rock off.
Yan Hang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.