In fact, "building a certain relationship" is a very wonderful thing. When there is no one, people will panic, as if they can't step on the real place, but after having it, they will also panic.
Afraid of losing, afraid of breaking.
Sitting side by side on the sofa with my dad on the first day of the new year, they bowed their heads and carefully drilled the black stone.
Dad has tied the red stone on his hand, and he is watching with interest in the first day of the new year.
The tools in the first year of junior high school looked quite professional. He used a hand twist drill to fix the stone on a small black base, and turned the drill bit by hand to slowly drill a small eye in the stone. .
"You cross drilled through," Dad said, "How do you ensure that the two eyes are parallel?"
"I have measured it." The first day of the day continued to turn the drill.
"What's the amount?" Dad asked, "I didn't see you measure it."
"My big eyes." Chu Yi pointed to himself.
"Second goods." Dad laughed.
Yan Hang took out the prepared sandwiches and put them on the coffee table: "Let’s eat first, is it something you ran out so early?"
"I'm going to the market, buy foam for my grandma and grandma, and soak the foot basin." When I first saw the sandwich, I immediately put down the contents in my hand and reached for it. "It's beautiful."
"Hey," Yan Hang quickly flicked on the back of his hand, "wash your hands."
"Oh." Chu Yi smiled and rubbed the back of his hands and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.
After eating the second portion, I was very motivated on the first day of the first year. I quickly got the black stone into my eyes and re-wrapped it with two red ropes.
Yan Hang tied the stone back to his ankle. His previous feeling eased slightly. He hesitated and asked the first day of the first day: "Where is that rope?"
"It's cut off, ah." Chuyi looked at his ankle.
"Give it to me, I think... keep it." When Yan Hang said this, he suddenly felt embarrassed, feeling like a hypocritical little lady.
Dad glanced at him.
At first, he gave him a cut of the little red rope. He wanted to put it away from the house, but felt embarrassed. He hesitated and put the rope on the TV first.
"I'm past noon, can you come here?" He looked at his father and asked when he was about to leave.
"Okay, it happens to be with me for dinner, Yan Hang can't come back at noon." Dad said.
"I'll bring something to eat." He said when he opened the door on the first day of the new year.
Before Dad could speak, he trot away.
"What can he bring with money to eat?" Dad looked at Yan Hang.
"Let's see what you are eating," Yan Hang smiled, "Let him take it, or he will have to grind a custom-made stone for you every day or let him spend a little money."
Dad laughed a few times and leaned on the sofa: "I will go out this afternoon..."
Yan Hang was about to pack the dishes to the kitchen, but stopped abruptly when he heard this, and turned to look at his father.
"Just around, I mean you don't need to buy groceries today, just take them when I come back." Dad said.
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied and entered the kitchen.
This is the first time Dad told him before going out, and he said the time to come back.
Yan Hang was not at ease because of foresight, but rather anxious.
He put his hands on the desk and lowered his head, and he couldn't help it for a long time.
He took a cigarette out of his pocket, and when he touched the lighter, his father suddenly stretched out his hand from the side and lit with a lighter.
Yan Hang leaned over to light a cigarette, then turned to look at his father: "When shall we leave?"
Dad glanced at him, then smiled after being silent for a while: "This time you are in charge."
Yan Hang didn't speak, looking out the window with his cigarette in his mouth.
Yan Hang ran to work today to ease his emotions, or he would run into a long-winded guest, he was afraid that he would beat him up.
However, there were a lot of people on weekends. He entered several tables after he changed his clothes and didn't stop until noon.
I got really busy, and I temporarily let go of my emotions.
It was during the lunch break that he had no appetite. After a glass of milk, he sat there and listened to a few colleagues eating and chatting.
The phone shook, and a message came over on the first day of the new year.
He clicked and glanced.
It's a photo, standing in front of a sandbag on the first day of the new year, posing a pose with a serious face, showing him amusement.
-Where did my dad take you crazy
-Boxing gym!
Yan Hang could feel the excitement of the first year of junior high overflowing from this exclamation mark.
Dad would go to the boxing gym from time to time, and he had to go to the gym where there was no boxing gym, and he had to practice exhausted before returning.
He used to think that Dad liked these. Now think about it, most of the pain that Dad suppressed can only be vented by such a large amount of exercise.
-Did you teach you any great tricks
Yan Hang gave the first one back.
-Teach me how to punch, and how to block other people's fists
-I'll teach me to use my legs in a while
-Uncle Yan is really amazing!
On the first day of the new year, he sent three in a row, typing on a mobile phone was much easier than talking with him.
"Then you practice hard and show me a show tonight." Yan Hang smiled and made a voice.
-I'm afraid of hurting you
Yan Hang looked at the news and bowed his head for a long time for a long time: "You brag and speak more sharply than you. If you can punch me, I will lose."
On the first day of the new year, he didn't say anything else, so he responded with a small expression.
-【strong】
Yan Hang also returned a small expression.
-【applaud】
In the afternoon, a colleague wanted to change shifts with him, and Yan Hang agreed and got off work early.
In fact, it makes no difference to him when he goes to work and when he takes a rest. Yesterday, today and tomorrow, this day, that day, and a certain day.
When he got home, there was no one in the house. He froze for a while on the sofa, took the small red string on the TV into the room and put it in the compartment of his suitcase.
There was something else in this compartment, a half-broken bracelet, and a piece of paper full of dots in the backgammon between him and his father.
After lying on the bed and playing with his cell phone for a while, he sent a message asking about the location of the Chuyi Boxing Gym.
On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly sent him the location. Before he could see it clearly, he called directly on the first day of the junior high school: "Are you off, work?"
"I have changed shifts with someone," Yan Hang said, "I'll go to play with you."
"You take the public bus, the bus..." The voice was a little panting on the first day of the new year.
"I'll take a taxi," Yan Hang said, "work hard, and you will be over when I arrive."
The first day of the new year laughed: "The hero is forgiving."
"You didn't stutter when you begged for mercy?" Yan Hang went out.
"I was afraid of knots, did I stutter, I was beaten after I finished speaking, and hit me." said the first day of the day.
When sitting in the taxi, Yan Hang was propping up his legs in the back seat, his fingers flicking gently on the small rocks on his ankles.
He likes the first year of the junior high school. It doesn't have much to do with whether he has ever had a "friend" before. He just thinks the first year of the junior high school is quite interesting. Many times when he chats with the first year of junior high school, his mood will unknowingly relax.
But yesterday, after seeing the change in his father's expression on the first day of the middle school, every time he thinks about the first day of the middle school, when he sees the first day of the middle school, he will panic in his heart.
This panic followed the heartbeat, and the moment he got up was like blood pumped by the heart.
"Big Brother," Yan Hang looked at the driver, "Can I smoke a cigarette?"
"It's okay to smoke," said the driver, "just open the window a little bit."
"Thank you." Yan Hang lit his cigarette.
The cigarettes have been a bit fierce these days, and my dad would definitely call him before. He sighed softly and looked out the car window at the street that is still strange to this day.
When I arrived at the boxing gym, I was kicking on a sandbag on the first day of the junior high school. With all my attention, Yan Hang walked to the side of the sandbag and he didn't even see it.
When he lifted his leg, Yan Hang stepped forward abruptly, pressing his right hand against his knee, and then holding his chin back with his left hand. He immediately jumped into the air on the first day of the new year and fell back on the mat.
Before he got up, Yan Hang had already squatted down and poked his forehead with his finger: "Pop."
When I saw that it was him at the first time, I was taken aback, and then I spread my hands and feet on the ground very well: "...Ah!"
"Haven't the hero yell for mercy?" Yan Hang said.
"Are you, silly, you all hit the brain with a single shot, forehead," said the first day of the day.
"Damn," Yan Hang smiled, and flicked his finger, "Get up."
On the first day of junior high, sitting on the mat and looking at his smiling old man: "Uncle, this is bad, the gap is too big, right?"
"It's ten years away." Dad handed a bottle of water to the first year of junior high school, and sat down beside him, "Your goal now is to protect yourself and continue practicing. I will teach you how to use your elbow tomorrow."
Chu nodded a little, got up and continued kicking against the sandbag. After kicking twice, he would glance at Yan Hang's side.
Yan Hang took out his mobile phone, took a series of shots at him, picked a few more beautiful poses, and posted them on Weibo.
"Change classes with someone?" Dad asked him next to him.
"Well," Yan Hang glanced at the pile of comments that came up in an instant and smiled, then looked up at the first day of the junior high school again, "I think he seems to be alright?"
"Physical coordination is very good, and learning is fast," Dad said. "If there is nothing to do in the future, I will practice on my own. At least it will not make people so bullied."
Yan Hang smiled.
The few tricks my father teaches in the first year of junior high school are very simple, but as long as the timing is good, they are all very useful.
Three-in-one small coup for self-protection offense.
Yan Hang sat on the chair next to him, watching the first graders who practiced hard in front of the sandbags, and his father who went up to correct his posture from time to time.
In such a trance, Yan Hang felt comfortable.
In the idle afternoon, the father who did not disappear, and an interesting friend.
Unfamiliar, but also a fluffy comfort that has been awned by the sun.
Although it is clear how short-lived it is, it will still be cautiously immersed in the comfort.
Dad said that if he didn't go out this time, he really didn't go out, except for occasionally going out.
Yan Hang didn't know where he was going, but he always came back before dinner.
This was the state Yan Hang had always wanted before.
They didn't leave without saying goodbye, and they didn't walk for a few days. They were like the most ordinary father and son living in a house in a neighborhood on a street in any city.
The most common kind, there are thousands of kinds in the world.
Doing the most ordinary work, no high pursuit, no too far ambition, one or two friends, may occasionally be lonely, but a glass of wine can dissipate.
But whether it was him or his father, he knew that this was just an illusion, and he couldn't ignore it or pretend not to care.
Dad seems to be walking through a program.
I will do what I have said, or maybe I will say it for the sake of doing it.
The doubts that were pressing in Yan Hang's heart were like being fertilized, becoming stronger and stronger.
Many times he looked at his father, and all the questions lined up on his lips, as if waiting for an opportunity to explode, and he could rush out regardless of the consequences.
Today is Wednesday, Yan Hang is resting, lying in bed holding the English version of "Game of Thrones" slowly nibbling, taking time out of his mind and thinking about the noon menu.
He had to come over for dinner on the first day of noon. The reason why he didn’t go back to eat recently was that they were about to take the final exam and were studying in the classroom, because he had a shit-like grade in the previous mid-term exam. When he offered to review, there was no one. Let him go.
I like to eat pizza on the first day of the new year. I have time today and I can make my own pie crust.
Seafood
Fruity
When a cell phone rang, Yan Hangshun picked up the cell phone, and after a glance, he found that the phone screen was black, there was no phone, and the ringtone was not his.
This strange ringtone is Dad’s cell phone.
It's Dad's cell phone that won't ring once every 10,000 years.
Yan Hang sat up abruptly, jumped out of the bed and ran to the door, and stopped when he reached out to open the door.
Dad answered the phone.
It's not a promotion or an advertisement. Dad answered the phone.
And then he heard the voice of his father talking, so it wouldn't be a liar's call.
Yan Hang's hand on the door trembles a little, and in just a few seconds, his back has already started to tingle with tension and anxiety.
He couldn't hear what his father was saying, and he didn't dare to open the door to listen.
He was so stiff behind the door, separated by a layer of wooden boards, his body was so stiff that he could not breathe.
He didn't know how long it had passed. He didn't know when his father hung up the phone. There was a bang from the lighter outside before he recovered.
Staring at the doorknob for a while, he reached out and opened the door and walked to the living room.
Dad was standing at the door preparing to change shoes.
At this moment, Yan Hang felt cold in his hands and feet, and an unprecedented panic instantly wrapped him.
"Where are you going?" he said.
Dad paused, then turned his head to look at him: "Go... Take a turn."
"Where to go?" Yan Hang asked, "How long?"
Dad didn't speak.
"Whose phone number?" Yan Hang continued to ask, "What are you looking for?"
Dad turned around, sighed, and walked slowly to him.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Hang..." Dad didn't say anything after patted his face lightly.
After staring at him for a while, Dad turned and walked over to the door.