When the bell rang after class, he was looking out the window in a daze. He had been looking forward to this bell all morning, and he switched back to the state of wandering beyond the sky without even a second of use.
The teacher didn't drag the class, so he waved off the class.
But when I tried to stand up on the first day of the new year, I didn't succeed. The chair didn't move as if it was stuck.
He turned his head and saw Li Zihao sitting in the back row with a smile at the corner of his mouth. Looking down, Li Zihao's foot was on his chair.
"Why don't you leave," Li Zihao looked at him, "I think you are very anxious."
He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, but turned his head back and continued to sit in the chair.
"Let's go," Li Zihao said happily, "Why are you sitting here in a daze, I think you have recently..."
The students in the front row got up and left, pushed the table forward on the first day of the new year, got up and walked towards the door.
Li Zihao kicked his feet empty, and the chair legs rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound.
"You stand for me!" This made Li Zihao very shameless, and he jumped up as soon as he slapped the table.
I didn't turn back at the beginning, so I ran forward.
He walked downstairs and ran out of the school gate.
It went well today, and the escape was not stopped by anyone else.
He slowed down after a long run, but it was also much faster than usual to go home, because today he told Yan Hang to go to lunch.
He wanted to arrive before Yan Hang started cooking, so that he could watch Yan Hang busy.
He likes to watch Yan Hang's cooking, he is very handsome. If Yan Hang is broadcast live, he can even show his face, maybe he can add a little more popularity to the gas mask food anchor who has never been red.
Just turning the intersection, his cell phone rang suddenly.
When I took out my mobile phone on the first day of the new year, when I saw that it was my mother's number, I felt a little depressed.
He probably felt his depression on the cell phone, and it was finally connected after the call was almost hung up after 80 times.
"You are over from school," said my mother's voice. "You go to the vegetable market. You can get the clothes your grandma made in that tailor's shop. Go and get them back."
"I'm reviewing, reviewing it." The first day of the new year insisted on his previous reasons.
"What to review! Your bad grades can be reviewed in a while? Will you be able to pass?" Mom said, "What do you think I want to ask you to help this? Your dad said he will go back at noon Take, now I haven't seen any of them, and the phone still can't get through!"
"I'll get it." said the first day.
"It's useless like your dad." Mom hung up the phone.
On the first day of the new year, I stood on the side of the road for a while with his eyebrows curled, and finally turned and walked towards the vegetable market.
While walking, he lowered his head and dialed Yan Hang's phone, but Yan Hang never answered.
He sent another message.
-I'll go to the vegetable market to help my grandma get the clothes, and I'll be there soon
Think about it and add another one.
-wait for me a while
Yan Hang didn't reply, either, he didn't know if he was busy or was angry.
It shouldn't be angry. Yan Hang only got angry at him the time he helped him find a pen in the mud of the river beach. At other times, he was quite calm.
Maybe something is going on.
The first day of the new year sighed.
He almost knew what all the stalls and door faces in the vegetable market were selling. The store where grandma used to make clothes was at the back door of the vegetable market and had to go through the whole market.
It was the first time on the first day of junior high school that I discovered that this market was so big, from the front door to the back door so far.
After finally getting his grandma's clothes, he didn't even bother to open it and take a look and immediately walked back, still running.
When passing by Yan Hang's house, he glanced over there, and the curtains were closed.
Yan Hang is sleeping
He was turning his face and looking at the other side and pondering, a motorcycle rushed out of the intersection ahead and almost ran into him.
On the first day of the first day of the year, he was taken aback, and took two steps to the side before he glanced at the person on the motorcycle.
It's Liang Bing.
"Let's find death," Liang Bing glared at him, "Get out of the way!"
On the first day of the junior high school, he stood still, and Liang Bing twisted the accelerator and the motorcycle rushed out.
He couldn't help but looked back again, and Liang Bing didn't stop to trouble him even when he was so busy.
Of course, it was also possible that Uncle Yan and Yan Hang had taken care of them that day.
On the first day of the year, he smiled and found that he was a little proud.
"What about that letter?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "I want to read it."
"No need now." Dad said.
"When do you need it then!" Yan Hang suddenly couldn't control his voice, "When do you need it? Will you never show up again!"
Dad turned his head abruptly and watched him silently.
Yan Hang also lost his voice.
This sentence has been pressed in his heart for a few days, like a nail, every day it is driven into a deeper place by time.
When it came out suddenly, it was completely blank.
He was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little faint, as if he couldn't find a place to make a sound.
"Let's go." Yan Hang said.
"What?" Dad was stunned.
"What you said, this time I'm in charge," Yan Hang said, "I'm leaving now, right now, right away."
Dad opened his mouth and said nothing.
"You lied to me," Yan Hang leaned against the wall and smiled at his father, "Lao Yan, you lied to me."
"Yan Hang," Dad frowned, walked back and hugged him, patted him hard on the back twice, "Don't say that."
"Then what should I say?" Yan Hang heard his voice trembling.
Want to cry.
Very unexpected feeling.
Over the years, he has had all kinds of emotions, all kinds of feelings, anxiety, irritability, tension, anxiety, fear, depression, but rarely wants to cry.
Crying is a kind of vent.
He has not found this hole.
"What should I say? Are you not leaving?" He closed his sour eyes.
Dad patted him lightly on the back without speaking.
"I'm in your heart," Yan Hang said softly, "It's not as good as a dead person."
Dad's hand froze abruptly, and after a long time, he released him.
"In my whole life," Dad held his face, "I'm very tired of living, I'm sorry to your mother, and I'm also sorry to you... But some of the knots are dead knots, they are stuck there. It's all."
Yan Hang looked at his father. The expression in his eyes was pain that he had never seen before.
"I know you shouldn't let you live such a life, really shouldn't," Dad's hand was shaking, "but... I already think that I'm going to have nowhere to go back."
Dad's hand trembled slightly, from his shoulder, it kept shaking into his heart.
He felt himself sinking a little bit, and he seemed to be able to see the sunlight in the surrounding light changing frame by frame, just like every time he sat at the window and stared at the sunset.
"You didn't apologize to my mother," Yan Hang said, "I am the only one you are sorry."
Dad lost his voice.
There was dead silence in the room, and even the sound outside the window was cut off.
Finally, Dad patted his shoulder, scratched his shoulder vigorously, turned around and walked out quickly.
When the door closed sounded, Yan Hang sat on the ground.
When the first handful of grandma's clothes were sent home, my mother was holding her mobile phone and calling her father.
"If you can't get through, or don't pick it up," Grandma took the clothes, shaken it, and looked at it. "It's still the workmanship of this house. Look at how smooth the stitches are."
"No answer!" Mom threw the phone on the sofa, "What's wrong with this person! No one in the family is reliable!"
"What are you doing here!" Grandma gave a slanted look, "Isn't it annoying to see your mother? You don't want to help you cook!"
"I..." said softly on the first day of the junior high school, "I have to go to school, school review, and study."
"Fuck you too!" Grandma threw her clothes on the coffee table, "Hidden!"
There was no sound on the first day of the new year.
"It's okay," my mother waved her hand a little annoyed. "I can't eat anything. I have to go to the interview for a while. I'm annoying. My dad won't come back from playing chess. You can eat two steamed buns. I'm not eating anymore."
"Eat buns! Eat buns!" Grandma Dong took something and threw it, and West touched it and smashed it. "I'll just gnaw on the coffin board!"
He hesitated on the first day of the first year, turned around and went out, and then quickly closed the door, but still failed to cut off grandma's curse.
As soon as he left the house, he took out his phone and looked at it.
There is no news.
Yan Hang ignored him all the time.
It was almost an hour since he was over from school now, and Yan Hang knew when he was over from school, but he had not been contacted.
He didn't know what was going on, so he could only continue to call Yan Hang while running to his house.
I ran away without a sip of water at noon.
When I reached the door of Yan Hang's house, no one answered the phone.
Knocked on the door on the first day of the new year: "Yan Hang?"
Nothing happened.
He knocked twice again: "Uncle! Uncle Yan?"
The room is still very quiet.
He walked to the window and looked at it. The curtains were pulled, but the windows were not closed. He opened the curtains: "Yan Hang!"
The light was not turned on in the room, and it took two blinks on the first day of the new year to adjust to the dimness, and saw Yan Hang sitting motionless on the ground.
"Yan Hang!" Chu Yi was startled and shouted again.
Yan Hang still didn't move.
He jumped in with his hands on the windowsill, rushed to Yan Hang's side, and grabbed his arm: "Yan..."
Yan Hang suddenly raised his arm, clasped his backhand on his wrist, and then twisted it fiercely.
"Ah!" Chu Yi yelled, and the intense soreness in his arm made him fall to the ground next to him in the direction.
"Who?" Yan Hang asked.
"The first day of the junior high school," the first day of the junior high school lay on the ground and turned his face to look at him, "Yan Hang, I am the first day of the junior high school!"
Yan Hang let go: "Are you over from school?"
"Well," he got up on the first day of the first year, Yan Hang was in a very strange state, making him a little scared, "what are you doing? What's wrong with you? Uncomfortable, are you convinced?"
"No." Yan Hang hugged his head, pressed his face to his knees, and replied in a dull voice.
"I..." I didn't know what to say on the first day of junior high school, "Are you hungry?"
"Bring me a glass of water." Yan Hang said.
"Okay." On the first day of the new year, he jumped up quickly, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Yan Hang.
Yan Hang took the cup, drank all the water in one breath, and then put his head on his knees.
On the first day of the junior high school, he was a little at a loss, so he could only squat down and watch him.
"Order a takeaway." Yan Hang said.
"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.
Yan Hang took the phone, slowly swiped it, and ordered a pizza.
"Go to Sha, sit on the sofa, right?" Chu Yi touched his arm lightly.
"I don't want to move." Yan Hang said.
"Oh." On the first day of the new year, he picked up the empty cup, poured another glass of water and put it at Yan Hang's feet, and then sat down against the wall next to him.
Yan Hang remained silent for a long time, and straightened up and leaned against the wall: "I just... said something really fucking."
"Huh?" The first day of the day was stunned, but didn't understand.
"Extraordinarily fucking." Yan Hang said.
"Follow, who?" asked the first day.
"My dad." Yan Hang's voice was low.
Looking around the room on the first day of the junior high school, Uncle Yan should not be at home.
Listening to what Yan Hang said, the two of them should be... They quarreled
It was a little unimaginable in the first year of junior high school that Uncle Yan and Yan Hang were the father and son with the most tacit understanding and friendliness he had ever seen. How could they quarrel
"Uncle Yan, where's Uncle?" asked the first day of the month.
"I don't know." Yan Hang said.
There was no way to continue the conversation, and the first one had to continue to sit beside Yan Hang in silence.
He couldn't guess what Yan Hang was thinking, only that he was in a very bad state.
When the call for delivery of food came in, Yan Hang remained motionless as if he hadn't heard it. He picked up the phone on the first day of the new year, and then carefully touched Yan Hang: "I'll go to the door to get the food."
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.
Chu ran out together, took the takeaway and ran back quickly.
"Eat now, right?" He put the pizza beside Yan Hang.
"Eat." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the first year, I opened the box and stopped when I wanted to get a piece for Yan Hang, ran to wash his hands, and then took another piece and handed it to Yan Hang's mouth: "Come on."
"Hey me?" Yan Hang smiled.
"Open your mouth," the first day of the month also smiled, "Bite one, take a big mouth."
Yan Hang took a bite: "Are you going to be late for school?"
"Already on, on a period, class." said the first day.
He had already checked the time before taking the takeaway, and he was already late at that moment.
"Are you absent from class?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
This was the first time he was absent from school in his life. Yan Hang was like this. He didn't dare to leave at all. Let alone absenteeism, he didn't care too much about dropping out.
Yan Hang could talk, laugh, and eat, and he didn't eat less.
It seemed that there was nothing wrong, but in the first day of the junior high school, I could still feel that something was wrong with Yan Hang.
After eating the pizza, he continued to lean against the wall in his original posture, looking at the window in a daze.
After the first handful of takeout boxes were packed, he sat back next to him. He didn't know what he should do or what else could be done in this situation.
All afternoon, Yan Hang didn't move much.
But occasionally I would say a few words to him.
It wasn't until the sky was a little dark that Yan Hang moved, and slowly changed from sitting to squatting: "I have a cigarette on the side of the bed, help me hold it."
"Yeah." He stood up on the first day of the first year, and it took two steps to find that his legs were severely numb. These two steps were like hemiplegia. He had to hold on to the wall for a while before entering Yan Hang's room.
Yan Hang's bed was a bit messy, the pillows and towels were all thrown into a ball, and there were several books. The covers were all in English. After a glance at the first day, he didn't even find a word he knew.
After taking the cigarette to Yan Hang, he glanced at the time. It was past six o'clock.
"You go back, you've been here all afternoon," Yan Hang lighted a cigarette, "Thank you."
"Thanks, shit," said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang smiled.
"What do you want to eat, what?" asked the first day of the month, "Takeaway, or..."
"I'll cook," Yan Hang said, "Do you want to go home?"
"Yes, don't worry about going home," said the first day of the month.
"I'm okay." Yan Hang sighed.
"Then I don't, don't want to go back." The first one changed his mouth.
Yan Hang helped the table to stand up slowly, moved his arms and legs against the wall, took the wallet from the table and gave him: "You go to the supermarket opposite to buy some food, what you want to eat, I'll take a shower. ."
"Oh." Chuyi took the wallet.
"Why don't you say you have money?" Yan Hang said.
"No money." Chu Yi sighed.
"Go," Yan Hang shook his arm, "buy another piece of ice black tea, buy what you want to drink."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Seeing Yan Hang took the clothes and shook them into the bathroom, he went out.
The supermarket is not far from Yan Hang's house, and you can see it when you go out.
On the first day of the new year, I walked quickly across the street and just walked up the sidewalk. A person ran up and hit him. He subconsciously squeezed his wallet.
Before he could go forward, he ran past another person.
"Really dead?" Then someone shouted while running.