In the first time, the onlookers had no interest in watching the crowds, and he would not go to see any car accidents, fights, or quarrels.
kill
He didn't have much interest either. A life disappeared. What's so exciting. There used to be people on the bridge who wanted to commit suicide, and there were a lot of onlookers. I heard that later he jumped.
But the river was too shallow to drown, but he broke his leg.
Many people laughed at this as a joke for a long time, but he thought it was pretty good, and he was relieved. At least no one was dead.
He looked in the direction where the onlookers ran, and it was the small street leading to the river.
That is to say, many people may have gone to his tree hole now. He is a little unhappy. The tree hole is his little secret, and he doesn't want anyone else to discover it.
He hesitated and walked towards the side street for a while, and saw blood on the ground.
A long one, dripping past.
He stopped.
forget it.
I still don't watch this kind of scene.
He turned around and went to the supermarket. Several tally elder sisters from the supermarket looked over there with their probes at the door, and when he walked over, they asked, "Did you see what's going on? Did you hack someone?"
"I don't know." The first one replied.
The supermarket was almost as usual, no one noticed the commotion outside.
In many cases, it’s the same. It’s just what happens around you. Some people come and some people die. But if you don’t see it, you don’t have anything.
If Yan Hang hadn't seen him that day, he hadn't come to him.
For him, Yan Hang has never existed.
What a person's life is in his life.
On the first day of the new year, he squeezed Yan Hang's wallet tightly and walked back and forth between various dishes.
Yan Hang was in a bad mood, but his meal didn't seem to be affected. He wanted to buy something that Yan Hang liked to eat, but he turned around and realized that he didn't know what Yan Hang liked to eat.
In the end, I could only buy something that I could eat at random, such as shrimp, meatballs, and some vegetables.
I carried another piece of ice tea.
When I came out of the supermarket, I saw a police car on the first day of the new year and drove towards the river with its lights flashing.
It seemed that something really happened. He sighed and trot across the street with his things.
When he walked to the door of Yan Hang's house, he found that Yan Hang had opened the curtains and stood in a daze with a cigarette in the window. His hair was still wet and water was dripping down.
I walked over on the first day of the new year: "I will buy whatever you want..."
"What happened over there?" Yan Hang asked.
"Oh," he glanced back on the first day, "I didn't, I didn't go over, look, it seems to be dead, dead people."
The smoke that Yan Hang was holding shook abruptly, and a piece of soot fell.
On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, and Yan Hang's reaction surprised him a bit.
After a long time, he found that Yan Hang didn't mean to open the door for him, so he pointed to the door again: "Open, open the door."
Yan Hang pinched the cigarette, went over to open the door, and took the food he had in hand: "The first day of the middle school."
"Huh?" Chuyi looked at him.
"You do me a favor," Yan Hang said, "Go over there and see what's going on."
The first one was stunned again, but he nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll go see it, you wait, wait a while."
Watching the first day of the new year rush across the street, Yan Hang closed the door and took the vegetables into the kitchen.
When he wanted to pick up the vegetable and put it on the counter, he realized that his hand was shaking so badly that he couldn't lift it anymore.
He had to hold the bag with both hands before putting the things on it.
When he loosened the bag, his hands seemed to lose support, and he was shaking so much that he wanted to dance to the rhythm.
He held the desk and lowered his head, closed his eyes and breathed in forcefully, then slowly exhaled.
Inhale again.
Exhale again.
After slowing down a little bit, he bit his lip, turned abruptly and walked out of the kitchen, entered Dad's room, and turned on the light.
Everything in Dad's house is as usual, the folded quilt, the folded towel, the clothes that are randomly placed on the back of the chair, and there is still a very faint smell of smoke.
One night later, the smell of smoke in this room will be gone.
Yan Hang stood in the room for a few seconds, walked over to the bed, and removed the pillow.
There was nothing under the pillow. He shook the pillow again, and nothing fell out. He grabbed the pillow and pinched it again, no.
Lifting the quilt, no, shaking, no, grabbing the quilt and pinching it again, no, the towel is not shaken.
Sheets, bed boards, under the bed.
nothing.
He went to pick up the clothes his father had put on the back of the chair. No, he threw the clothes aside a little annoyingly, and then opened the closet.
Where is that letter
Dad can't carry the letter with him. The envelope is very old, but there is no crease. The letter can only be in the house.
But the house is so big and there are so few things, and Dad's stuff is even less like a person who only travels for two or three days.
Where is it!
He took out the clothes in the closet and touched them one by one, but Dad's clothes were just a few, and the cabinet was empty after a few touches.
He stretched out his hand and touched it carefully in the cabinet again, no.
Finally he slammed the cabinet door shut, and kicked the chair with some annoyance: "Fuck!"
"Yan Hang?" The first grade voice came from the living room.
He turned around. On the first day of the day, he was standing outside the window, facing the doors of the two houses. He probably saw his own appearance, and the expression on the first day of the day was a little disturbed.
"Go to see it?" Yan Hang walked over and opened the door.
"Look," Chu nodded a little, "but, I can't make it through, the police car, the ambulance, the car are all there."
"Have you seen that dead person?" Yan Hang looked at him, feeling a little breathless.
"Give it up," Shaking his head on the first day of the new year, "I saw one, a piece of gold, and a watch."
"Are you wearing a gold watch?" Yan Hang asked.
"Well," he rubbed his hands on his clothes a little uneasy on the first day of the junior high school, "Or I will go and see..."
"No need." Yan Hang couldn't say whether he was relieved or his heart tightened. He felt like the whole person was hanging, nowhere and nowhere, and he couldn't press down to the end.
I always want to take something to fill my guilty heart with anxiety.
Finally, he hugged the first day of the new year, pressed his head to his chest, and hugged it tightly.
On the first day of the new year, he was taken aback. The first reaction was that Yan Hang wanted to beat him out, and he subconsciously raised his arms to hold his head.
But Yan Hang hugged him, and his entire face was pressed on Yan Hang's chest.
His arms just opened and froze.
Yan Hang hugged very tightly. He felt that his nose was squashed and breathing was a little difficult. After waiting for a while to see that Yan Hang didn't mean to let go, he could only quietly open his mouth to help breathing.
Yan Hang lowered his head and rubbed the top of his head first, then put his chin on top of his head.
Then pressed hard.
On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't know if the top of my head was too fragile or Yan Hang's chin was too strong, so I felt a lot of pain.
But he didn't say a word.
He didn't know exactly what happened to Yan Hang, nor did he know what the dead man with the gold watch over there had to do with his abnormality.
He only knew that Yan Hang was in a very bad mood and his mood was unstable.
Yan Hang, who had always been arrogant and free, suddenly became like this, which made him feel very distressed.
He hesitated, his arms tightened, and he hugged Yan Hang's waist, also very tight.
After a while, Yan Hang released him and scratched his head.
He also let go, and quickly glanced at Yan Hang's face without crying.
"Do you do your homework?" Yan Hang went over and closed the curtains, and then looked out from the cracks in the curtains.
"Huh?" Lu Yi didn't react.
"I'm cooking," Yan Hang turned and went into the kitchen, "you can do your homework."
Yan Hang's words were very clear, and his tone was normal, as if he was completely fine.
But he has been here since noon on the first day of the junior high school, and missed all afternoon classes, where homework can be written, even if there is homework to write, his schoolbag is still at school.
On the first day of the new year, he walked to the kitchen door and looked at Yan Hang.
Yan Hang stood in front of the counter with his back to him, took out the dishes and put them neatly.
After the first day of the new year, I took a cabbage to the side of the sink, quickly broke off the leaves, and started to wash the vegetables neatly.
"How do you want to eat shrimp?" Yan Hang asked.
"Bai, Zhuo," said the first day, relatively simple.
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied, standing in front of the stove staring at the water in the pot.
On the first day of the new year, the dishes were washed and brought to the counter.
Yan Hang is now in a weird state. For safety's sake, he picked up the knife on the first day of the new year and lowered his head to start cutting cabbage.
"How do you want to eat this?" Yan Hang glanced at him.
"Fried meatballs." said the first day.
Yan Hang didn't speak any more.
At the beginning, the vegetables were cut, and the meatballs were also cut easily. Don't let Yan Hang do anything with the knife.
Yan Hang put all the ingredients into the pot and continued to froze.
Wearing a gold watch.
Yan Hang had never seen anyone wearing a gold watch in his impression. Judging from the reaction of the first year of junior high school, he probably wasn't someone he was familiar with either.
Is this just an accident today
Although he hoped so, it was difficult to accept it rationally. When Dad left, he was too different from usual. He knew that something was going to happen without thinking about it. People died by the river in the afternoon.
Said it was an accident, it was really hard for him to believe it.
The water boiled, and the aroma of the ingredients popped out. He added a little white wine in, and then reached for the shrimp. As soon as he reached out, a plate was handed to him.
He turned his head and took a look. He had been standing next to him on the first day of the new year, and he had already passed the shrimp over.
He poured the shrimp into the pot: "Go get the ice."
On the first day of the new year, I went to the refrigerator to find the ice box and brought it over.
"Pour it all into the bowl," he said.
"Okay." On the first day of the new year, I took a big bowl and smashed the ice box on the edge of the bowl a few times.
The movement was quite loud, and Yan Hang made him startled and turned to look at him: "Are you knocking the ice or smashing the bowl?"
"It's not broken," he knocked again on the first day of the new year, and all the ice cubes in the refrigerator fell into the bowl. "I have, I know, don't worry."
On the first day of the first year, he knew what he was going to do in one sentence. After he finished making the ice cubes, he went straight to pour a little bit of cold and boiled it, and put a bowl of ice water beside him.
Yan Hang took out the shrimp and put it in: "I have another bowl, the shrimp will be tender after the ice is soaked."
"Yeah." The first day of the year did so.
After the prawns were prepared, he fry the meatballs and cabbage together, and then boiled quick-frozen dumplings.
At the beginning, a handful of bowls and chopsticks were arranged, the dishes were also brought out and placed on the coffee table, and ice tea was also placed.
Yan Hang went over and touched the bottle. It was ice. It should have been placed in the freezer in advance on the first day of the new year.
He glanced at the place where Dad always sat on the sofa, sat down, and turned on the TV with the remote control.
There is no need to change the channel, it is directly the news of this city is broadcasting.
Neither of them spoke for a meal, watching the news while eating.
As always, the news is intriguing and trivial, without mentioning the murders by the river.
The reporters on the city channel are not as efficient as the WeChat Moments.
However, Yan Hang felt that watching the news by himself was just a procedure, and he had to have this voice when he was eating. He was not sure whether he would like to watch the news when there was real news.
After eating, the spirit of the long-term worker was still the same on the first day of the new year. He quickly cleaned up the things on the coffee table, and wiped off the counter after a busy day in the kitchen.
The weather forecast started to be shown on the TV, and when Yan Hang was about to change the remote control to another station, the phone rang.
He was shocked in his heart, and when he picked up the phone, he used too much force, and directly squeezed out two cracks in the tempered film with a click.
"It's me... my ring." Lu Yi said softly, holding his mobile phone next to him, with a shocked expression on his face.
Yan Hang glanced at his black mobile phone, removed the film on it and threw it on the coffee table: "Your mother is here to scold you, right?"
"Maybe." The first day of the day smiled reluctantly, and then started talking.
"You don't have to come back! Let's die out!" As soon as the call was connected, my mother's voice exploded, "One by one, I didn't answer the phone if I didn't answer, and I won't come back if I want to! Then don't go back! I will break anyone's leg who dares to come back!"
Before the first utterance, my mother's phone had hung up.
"Go back," Yan Hang said, "I'm fine, but I'm a little upset, just sleep a while."
I stood still on the first day of the junior high school.
Yan Hang glanced at him: "How long have you known me? Just like that."
On the first day of the junior high school, I quickly settled in my heart: "Almost one, one semester."
Yan Hang smiled: "Long time?"
"Yeah." The first day of the day also smiled.
"There are many semesters in a lifetime," Yan Hang said, "I can't count them."
On the first day of the new year, he frowned and said nothing.
"Thank you." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the first year of the new year, the frowning brows froze, and after a while he regained his position. Yan Hang didn't follow the routine. With this sudden "thank you", he didn't even have time to say "thank you ass".
"You are very cute," Yan Hang said, "others just didn't see it."
"You see, when it's there, it's okay." said the first day.
Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "My dad said that he wanted to have another child before, but... I didn't have time, just want a brother like you."
I couldn't understand the meaning of "not too late" in the first grade.
"I won't be alone." Yan Hang said.
"You are not here, you are not alone." The first day of the year thought for a while, "I will be with you later."
Yan Hang looked at him intently for a long time, then got up, came over and kissed him on the forehead.
The whole person was settled in place on the first day of the junior high school.
The faint smell of perfume on Yan Hang's body hit him all over his face. Although he kissed his hair this time, he still felt a little dizzy.
Since childhood, no one has kissed him like this, and in memory he has never been hugged by his family.
Yan Hang's light touch on his forehead was the first time he felt intimacy when he grew up.
"It's really time to get a haircut." Yan Hang sighed.
"Well," the first day of junior high school smiled embarrassedly, and pulled the hair on his forehead, "Go on the weekend."
"I want to stay alone at night," Yan Hang said, "I will send you a message if I have something to do."
"Guaranteed." said the first day.
"Guarantee." Yan Hang nodded.
After leaving on the first day of the middle school, Yan Hang froze for a while on the sofa, then got up and took a bottle of Dad's Erguotou and a bag of peanuts.
After returning to the sofa to settle down, he lit a cigarette, turned down the sound of the TV, and continued to watch the market.
In the evening, there will be a dog-blood idol drama broadcast on the city channel, a very puppet, and the old men who appear on the stage wear soft light microdermabrasion.
There will be news after the show is over.
He just drank in the dark, ate peanuts, and stared at the flashing light on the other side.
This form of "I'm in the dark" will make him feel safe.
Safety.
When Dad is not at home, he needs this feeling even more.
Not a sense of security, but a real security.
Today, he could have gone out for a visit by himself, but he didn't. He let the first grader help him run errands.
This kind of subconsciously hiding himself as much as possible when there is a possibility of danger, Dad did not deliberately teach him.
But for so many years of such a life, his father taught him to fight, teach him to protect himself, and teach him to see people. This kind of consciousness has long been hidden in his mind.
When the music of the news sounded, his hand holding the wine glass shook slightly.
The glass full of wine spilled out, he licked the wine spilled on his hand, did not look at the screen, just stared at the peanuts on the coffee table with his eyes down.
"At around 6 o'clock this afternoon, there was a suspected serious fight in Shidong District..."
When the female announcer on the TV said this, Yan Hang twitched in his heart, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, staring at the screen.
But there was some confusion in her ears what she was talking about.
"The Linhe District Police Station received an alarm... One person lost too much blood and died on the spot... There was a lot of blood on the scene..."
Yan Hang stared at the familiar street scene with the yellow cordon on the TV.
The man died by the river and his identity has not yet been determined. Witnesses at the scene said he ran out of the alley across the street.
The alley across the street.
The alley across the street is about 500 meters away from the house they rented. In fact, it cannot be called an alley. It is just a passage formed by two courtyard walls. You can't get through cars, you can only use pedestrians and motorcycles.
When the picture was cut to Hu, Yan Hang saw a large area of uncleaned blood on the ground.
He frowned.
The blood can be seen in the previous shots by the river. There is a lot of blood. The person is full of blood. He should have been stabbed in the alley and then ran to the river. After falling to the ground, he lost a lot of blood and died.
…Why is there so much blood in the alley? Whose is it
Who was it that stabbed him
"The details of the case are still under further investigation..."
This news was very short. Two or three minutes later, it was changed to another news about two old men fighting for seats on the bus.
"It's so promising!" Grandma slapped her back on the first day of the junior high school, "I'm still absent from class! Why don't you just drop out of school!"
There was no sound on the first day of the new year, staring at the seaweed egg drop soup sprinkled all over the floor.
My legs and feet hurt fiercely.
The soup was overturned by his grandmother when he brought it out of the kitchen, and a pot of soup was poured on his pants.
It's normal for grandma to be angry. He didn't tell the family if he didn't go home to eat. My mother and grandpa have waited until now and haven't eaten yet.
I've been thinking about accompanying Yan Hang today, but he forgot to make up a lie for his mother.
"Go to the water first." Grandpa waved aside.
"What kind of water! You can burn him to death. If you don't give him anything bad, he will go to heaven!" Grandma pointed at him with one hand on hips, "You watched him recently. He came back to eat when he was happy. It's gone!"
In fact, I don't come back to eat when I am happy, and there is nothing to be happy about when I come back to eat.
On the first day of the new year, I gently pulled the trouser legs so that the trousers do not stick to the legs. Fortunately, the soup has been boiled for a while, not the hottest.
But compared to the pain in his leg, what he felt more distressed about was his pants.
These are the trousers that Yan Hang gave him. He didn't dare to wear that suit together. His upper body was still wearing a school uniform... I knew he was still wearing a school uniform today, and he had already patched up the hole in his butt.
Grandma scolded again and then rested. He went into the toilet, took off his pants, his legs were all red on the insteps, but there was no broken skin.
He took a hose and poured water on his leg for a while, and it felt better, but as soon as the water left, the hot pain returned immediately.
He sighed, went to the balcony, took a pair of big pants and put it on, and went out to buy some medicine at night.
There were a few people sitting in the living room. After my grandma threw the soup, the meal program was tentatively pressed. Everyone stopped moving and sat in a daze.
On the first day of the new year, I took the mop and started to clean up the soup on the floor.
"Do you want to call the police?" Grandpa said suddenly.
"Call the police!" My mother frowned, "A man who calls the police without answering the phone at home. Which policeman has such spare time to take care of you."
"That's right," grandma said on the side, "the police who report the fart, it's better to find out where to catch the rape."
"You can do it, I don't have a good word in my mouth all the time, and my family does not expect a good one!" Mom said impatiently.
"The person just mentioned in the news," Grandpa said, "It won't be..."
"You are crazy!" Mom jumped up, "Are you sick!"
"I've been a stupid all my life," Grandma pointed at grandpa, "I can fart better than you."
I dragged it twice at the beginning, brought out all the dishes, and sat down in front of his desk.
Listening to my grandma discussing what happened to my dad with his mother while eating, he only felt upset and scared.
Dad is a timid and fearful person, especially afraid of his mother scolding him, and the phone can't get through. This kind of thing does not appear in the memory of the first year of the first year. Even if there is no electricity, Dad will find a phone call back.
I don't know what's wrong.
My mother doesn't have the phone of her father's company, nor does her colleague's phone, so she can't get through to her father's cell phone at this moment, and she doesn't even have a place to ask.
"Tomorrow I will go to their company," my mother said at last, "what a broken company!"
"I'll go with you." Grandma said.
"Come on, what are you going to do? I'll ask what's the situation first." My mother frowned.
He was lying on the desk on the first day of the junior high school, flipping through English textbooks.
There is no homework to do today, so he doesn't know what to do.
In this home, he didn't even have a place to hide.
Can only be so stunned.
He was stunned until the whole family went back to the house to sleep, then he stood up, opened the door gently and went out.
He has nowhere to go when he goes out at this time. He used to run and go to the tree hole to chat for a while.
Today, there is no way to go to the tree hole, where there is still a cordon.
I went to the pharmacy and tried to buy a scald cream first, but he didn’t buy it. He didn’t know that a small scald cream was so expensive, so much more expensive than toothpaste...
Finally, he stood on the side of the road opposite Yan Hang's house and sighed.
Yan Hang's family didn't turn on the lights, so I guess Yan Hang is already asleep.