At the moment, the street is empty, a bit more deserted than usual. After all, people died here in the afternoon, and there were not many people on the street when they went home on the first day of the first year.
In the first year of the junior high school, he was not very scared. When there were few people, he stuck here at least not to make people think whether there was something wrong with him.
But the wind at night is not cool at all on the legs, and the legs are still hot.
I knew I would apply a layer of toothpaste when I was at home.
The first day of the new year sighed.
After standing for a while, he felt a little tired. After looking at the phone, he had been standing for half an hour.
He hopped to the left and trot a few steps, then hopped back to the right, and ran back and forth like this, feeling a lot more comfortable.
Yan Hang's house has been in the dark, without a trace of movement. It seems that Yan Hang is indeed asleep, and may have fallen asleep long ago. Yan Hang has not contacted him all night.
If he changed the usual time, he would stand for a while and then go back.
But today is different.
Yan Hang's state is too strange. Although I don't know what the cause is, it must be a big deal. He can't solve any problems by standing here, and he is more at ease than staying home.
The house is quiet now, but he doesn’t want to go back. Dad suddenly couldn’t get in touch, which made him feel unhappy. No one in the family had a clear idea about this matter, except for my mom who said he would go tomorrow. Outside of the company's inquiries, they all just curse and complain.
He felt a little frustrated when he thought about it.
It hurts. It hurts.
When he was about to continue running left and right, a small light suddenly lit up behind the curtain of Yan Hang's house opposite.
Then his cell phone rang.
It's Yan Hang!
He quickly took out his cell phone, and it was Yan Hang as expected.
He pulled the phone two or three times but didn't answer it, so he didn't answer it at all, stuffed the phone in his pocket, and ran across the street.
"Yan Hang?" He ran to the window and yelled softly.
The curtain was pulled open, and Yan Hang opened the window: "I have served you."
"Are you asleep, sleep?" He smiled.
"No, I've been standing here for an hour." Yan Hang said.
"Huh?" He was stunned.
"I want to see when you go back." Yan Hang said.
At the beginning, he opened his mouth and was speechless.
"What happened to your legs?" Yan Hang asked.
"My legs are strong and beautiful," said the first day of the month.
"Oh," Yan Hang replied, staring at him, then pointed at the door after a while, "Come in."
When I entered the door on the first day of the new year, I smelled the smell of smoke. Yan Hang usually smokes, but he doesn’t smoke much. Today, I can smell it...
"Want to turn on the lights?" He changed his shoes and asked.
"Go on," Yan Hang said, "Let me see what's wrong with your leg, is it hurt? You are all wearing big pants."
"It's hot." On the first day of the new year, he pressed the switch and the light in the room turned on. At a glance, he saw the wine bottle on the coffee table and the full of cigarette butts in the ashtray.
And Yan Hang's face can also be seen very tired, his face is gloomy.
"Is it hot?" Yan Hang looked at his leg, a little surprised, "Is it so hot without applying medicine?"
I don’t know what to say in the first day of the junior high school. Should I say that I forgot to apply the medicine, or that the medicine was too expensive and I didn’t buy it...
"Sit down, I have scald ointment." Yan Hang rummaged in the drawer of the TV cabinet and took out a small golden ointment.
I saw this ointment in the pharmacy today on the first day of the new year. It was more than 30 yuan.
Although the salesperson said that this medicine is very good and will not suffocate the wound, he still thinks it is too expensive!
Very expensive!
His toothpaste is less than ten dollars!
However, it was surprising that there was scald ointment in Yan Hang's small medicine box. He looked at Yan Hang: "You still have this at home. Have this, this?"
"I bought it last week." Yan Hang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, squatted down to his leg, holding the ointment to give him medicine, "My dad's cooking was broken with an oily idea, not to mention burns, so I went to buy it. One."
I laughed on the first day of the new year.
"Squeamish." Yan Hang also smiled, holding the ointment after smiling but didn't move.
On the first day of the first year, he tilted his head and quietly glanced at his face, and found that Yan Hang's eyes were a little red, but he couldn't tell whether it was because he didn't get enough sleep or he wanted to cry.
But before he could continue to study, Yan Hang had already bowed his head and started rubbing him.
"Fortunately," Yan Hang said while rubbing the medicine. "It's not serious. What are you doing to get such a big piece of it?"
"I have the soup, hold it steady." After hesitating for a long time on the first day of the new year, he decided not to tell the truth. He didn't want Yan Hang to know that it was because he didn't go home for dinner and forgot to say it.
Yan Hang smiled.
After applying the ointment on one leg, he said again: "You did it by your grandma."
At the first day of the first year, Yan Hang would have guessed it directly, so he could not say anything.
"Any guess," Yan Hang said, "Is it great?"
The first day of the new year laughed: "Awesome."
"I ran out and stayed for such a long time. Will your grandma smoke you again when I go back?" Yan Hang asked.
"No at night, people care about me." said the first day.
"So," Yan Hang looked at him, "you don't plan to go home tonight, do you?"
On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head and nodded silently for a long time.
"Run away from home," Yan Hang put the medicine on the back of his instep, then stood up, "I was scalded away... It was the first time you grew up, and absenteeism took him away from home."
On the first day of the year, he smiled and said nothing.
Yan Hang washed his hands and went back to the living room to sit down, looking at the dazed first day.
When he grows up, there are two situations in the house at night, one is he alone, the other is him and his father, no one else has ever stayed at his house.
But he would not resist staying here on the first day of the new year.
I have always felt that I have been completely used to being alone, but today's situation is not just loneliness, but also a deep fear of the unknown. At this time, there is a person by the side, even if he doesn't say a word, he will not be so frightened.
"You squeeze with me," Yan Hang said, "This sofa can't sleep anybody, my dad's room..."
He didn't want to move Dad's room.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Then you go to sleep," Yan Hang could see that he was already quite sleepy on the first day of the new year. "Let's go to class tomorrow."
"Are you not sleeping?" Lu Yi looked at him.
"I... sleep." Yan Hang stood up and went to bed to stay in a daze.
The two pillows on the bed, Yan Hang, have always been on top of each other. He likes to sleep higher, but giving one to the first one today will not affect him. He will definitely not fall asleep anyway.
"Want to talk, chat for a while?" asked after lying on the bed on the first day of the new year.
"Stopping and chatting with people," Yan Hang leaned against the bed, reached out his hand to turn off the light, took the phone and turned it on, "Sleep yours."
"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, "good night."
"Good night." Yan Hang said.
There is also the previous page on his mobile phone, which is a local information forum. In addition to various transaction posts, advertisement posts and rumor posts, there will be gossip about various emergencies.
Seeing that he was standing across the street on the first day of the junior high school, he was about to go to the toilet and read the post titled "Has anyone heard of the murder in Linhe District".
As for why you don’t turn it on right away, you have to go to the toilet...
It's because he is afraid.
In the past, he was only afraid of his father not coming back. Now there are more and more things to fear. Any little information may make his heart seem to be grabbed.
After saying goodnight on the first day of the junior high school, she quietly didn't make any more noises, and didn't even move.
Yan Hangdian made a post.
He glanced quickly, both discussing and asking about the specific situation. At first glance, there was no useful content, but he was relieved.
-That buddy has been revenge! My friend mixed that piece! Don't ask me, I don't know anything else!
Yan Hang's downward finger stopped abruptly.
To be honest, this post looks very bragging, especially the latter sentence, don’t ask me, the other place is "Come and ask me if you guys come and ask me how I can keep blowing."
The people who replies to the following posts obviously have this idea, and no one cares about this level at all.
But Yan Hang's intuition told him that this person was telling the truth.
Friends mixed this film.
Mix this piece.
Liang Bing.
Yan Hang and Liang Bing dealt face-to-face only once, but what he usually sees in these few streets is considered to be "mixed", indeed only Liang Bing.
There is another sentence in the reply, I don't know anything else.
This sentence should also be true.
Looking at Liang Bing's appearance, even if he was a gangster, he would walk sideways on these streets. If he went out, he would have to be beaten into crab mud.
At this level, you don’t know much if you know a little bit.
But knowing much is considered knowing.
Moreover, Liang Bing has never appeared before such a big thing happened on his "turf"...
Yan Hang curled his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then turned his head to see if he fell asleep on the first day of the first day of the junior high school.
As soon as he turned his head, he heard the first sigh slightly: "Yan Hang."
"Huh?" Yan Hang replied, "I thought you were asleep."
"Sleep, can't sleep." Chu Yi turned his head and looked at him.
"Is my phone too bright?" Yan Hang looked at the screen. It was already at 50% brightness. He adjusted it down again, "Or choose a seat?"
"No," on the first day of the new year, he squeezed his eyebrows for a long time before saying softly, "My dad didn't go home today."
Yan Hang's phone couldn't be held firmly, and it hit the bridge of his nose.
A soreness.
"Buy a hand, cell phone holder." Chu Yi reached out and touched the bridge of his nose.
"Didn't your dad often not go home?" Yan Hang asked.
"When I go outside, I won't go back, but I will follow, my mother said," Chu Yi sighed, "I didn't say it today, and I can't get through with the mobile phone."
Yan Hang felt like he was thrown into the ice cellar.
The chill did not come suddenly, but a little bit from the soles of the feet, from the fingertips into the body.
So many things cannot be accidental.
What he has been worried about should have already happened.
The only thing I don't understand is what connection my father can have with this matter.
"Your dad's colleague, leader, didn't you ask what's going on?" Yan Hang suppressed his panic and asked softly.
"No electricity, then," said the first day of the new year, "my mother will go to the company and see the company tomorrow."
"Yeah." Yan Hang wanted to find one more sentence to say, not to let his panic be so obvious, but after opening his mouth for a long time, he couldn't find a word.
"I don't, I shouldn't say this," said in a low voice on the first day of the new year, "you are not open, heart."
"It's okay, I...nothing big," Yan Hang said, "I am always very emotional and hypocritical."
"No." said the first day.
"Nothing?" Yan Hang asked.
"No," Chu Yi tugged and smiled, "You are very, chic."
"Charming," Yan Hang also smiled, "You are still young."
Chic.
He once felt that he was particularly chic, and his father was even more chic from his bones.
In fact, it is nothing more than that they all used the same method to cover up.
"Yan Hang," reached out his hand in the first year of junior high school, touched his arm a few times, and grabbed his wrist. ,Tell me."
"Well," Yan Hang laughed, "Little angel."
Yan Hang's wrist is quite thin, and he can feel his wrist bone in his palm when he is holding it.
He felt very comfortable on the first day of the junior high school. He closed his eyes and lightly tapped his fingers on Yan Hang's wrist.
Sometimes when he couldn't fall asleep, he would gently beat the rhythm like this, and it would be easier to fall asleep under the monotonous and repetitive feeling, but I don't know if this method is useful for Yan Hang.
After clicking for a while, he suddenly felt something different on the inside of Yan Hang's wrist.
There seems to be a very thin bump.
scar
His first reaction was not very good, but the bulge of this trail was vertical...
When he was about to touch it again, Yan Hang took out his hand and clicked on his forehead with his backhand: "Go to sleep."
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
After a while, Yan Hang said again: "It's a small scar, which was scratched by a nail when I fell down."
"Ah, doesn't it hurt?" asked the first day.
"It doesn't hurt, but it doesn't feel much," Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, he wanted to turn his face to Yan Hang, but when he turned to the side, he found that his leg was pressed, so he turned back and lay on his back.
Yan Hang touched a small bottle next to the pillow and sprayed something on his pillow.
It smells very good, with a faint scent, mixed with Yan Hang's breath, and sleepiness slowly rises up.
"Is it a fan, Soul Fragrance?" he asked.
"Be a bitch," Yan Hang said, "Lavender spray, sleep aid."
"... Oh." He closed his eyes and smiled.
The post on the forum is quite long. Yan Hang has read it several times from start to finish, and there are all kinds of opinions, such as robbery, revenge, and rush, but they are basically speculations.
Except for the "Don't Ask Me" layer leader, there is basically no reliable content.
When Yan Hang refreshed again to see if there was any new content, the system showed that the post had been deleted.
He frowned and threw the phone aside.
I can't sleep anymore. I haven't been able to fall asleep for several days. Today, I haven't seen any confusion for a second. It's horrible.
He closed his eyes against the pillow and touched the scar on his wrist.
He froze for a while and sat up again gently. The first day of the day next to him was already asleep, his breathing relaxed and calm.
Yan Hang sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.
Let your mind slowly empty.
This is difficult. Every time Dad says we come to meditate, he can't do it.
Although there is a whole night now, he knew that he couldn't do it before it even started, and he couldn't do it usually, and it's even more impossible in this situation.
Can only be used to pass the time.
There are all things in my mind.
Dad.
The dead man.
Dad in the first grade.
Liang Bing.
He wanted to connect these, but couldn't find the thread.
He leaned on the head of the bed all night, and at dawn he felt that he could not move anymore, and his back pain was terrible.
What made him admire was that he hadn't even turned over all night on the first day of the new year, and kept his face up to the sky for a few hours. There was no snoring, no grinding of teeth, and no sleep talk.
It's so quiet as if it doesn't exist.
It should be a solid sleep.
Yan Hang looked at the time, and according to the normal school time, he could still sleep for another half an hour, but he didn't know if he wanted to wake up in the first day of the new year and go home first.
While hesitating, the phone rang next to the pillow on the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang took a look, and it showed "Mom" on it.
"Hey, the first day of the first day," he quickly pushed the first day of the first day, "your mother called."
"Yeah..." Chu Yi gave a bewildered voice, without opening his eyes.
"Your grandma is going to smoke you!" Yan Hang picked up his mobile phone, trying to help him pick up the phone first, and it could take more than a dozen times after pulling it off. The mobile phone didn't seem to be dead at all, and the screen went black. .
"I'm coming." I woke up on the first day of the first year, rubbed his eyes and took the phone. Like luck, he turned on the screen first, then pressed the answering circle and slowly pulled it aside. This time he picked it up and sat down. Get up, "Hello?"
"If you dare to come back at noon today, I dare to hack you!" The voice over there rushed out, "You are going crazy! Your dad is missing after playing day and night! You follow along, right! Don't come back if you have the ability NS!"
The phone was hung up over there without waiting for the first time to speak.
The mother of the first year of junior high school should be very angry, her voice was very loud, and Yan Hang could hear clearly beside her.
"I will accompany you back," Yan Hang said, "I will explain to them, blame me, I should let you go back yesterday."
"No, no," shook his head on the first day of the new year. "Besides you no, don't let me stay, neither will I be next, I will go back."
Yan Hang watched him silently.
On the first day of the junior high school, I felt a little bit outrageous in these two days.
It can't be said to be outrageous, that is, he suddenly didn't follow the routine of the past ten years.
He didn't know what was wrong with him.
It's like suddenly entering a period of rebellion that I have never had and thought I will never have.
It is not clear whether it is because of Yan Hang, or the depressive atmosphere that the family can no longer bear because of the sudden disappearance of his father.
He suddenly ignored him, his mother's elongated face, grandma's raised arms, grandpa's double Q like a black hole...
However, after getting up and eating early Yan Hang's cooking, he decided to go to school.
After all, there is something in the family now, so he should let go of his rebellious period first, and my mother is indeed very upset.
"Don't come over at noon," Yan Hang said, "go home directly after school."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"If your father has any news, please tell me." Yan Hang said.
"Okay," the first day of the junior high school said, "If you have anything, please call me."
"Okay." Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder.
When I walked out of Yan Hang's house on the first day of the new year, I was a little bit reluctant.
He likes to stay with Yan Hang, even if it is Yan Hang, who is a little gloomy now, he doesn't care.
As he walked to school, he took out his phone and looked at it again, not knowing what he wanted to see.
In such a short time, neither his mother nor Yan Hang would contact him so soon.
He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.
When he entered the classroom at school, he felt that the atmosphere was more lively than usual.
As soon as he sat in his seat, Li Zihao at the back leaned forward: "Hey, the first day of the new year."
The first day of the new year did not make a sound and did not move.
"A person died by the river yesterday, do you know what's going on?" Li Zihao asked, "Your home is closest to that area. You were absent from class yesterday afternoon. Did you see something?"
"No." The first day of the year replied, as expected, they were all discussing this matter.
"Fuck!" Li Zihao gave him a push, "What are you playing cool!"
"Really not." said the first day.
"I heard it was a rush, didn't you hear anything?" Li Zihao's gossip curiosity overwhelmed his irritation, and he continued to ask, "Then why did you go yesterday afternoon?"
"I have a fever," said the first day of the new year, "sleep at home, sleep."
"Fa, fever, sleep at home, sleep," Li Zihao learned from him, and everyone next to him laughed. Li Zihao pushed him again, "I'm so dull, I'm afraid it's your death downstairs. Do not know at all."
On the first day of the new year, the people around me changed the subject after a while and continued to discuss the rush by the river.
In the first year of junior high school, I didn't quite understand what these people were excited about. Did they substitute the hacking person, the hacked person, or just because someone died in this bloody way
For two consecutive classes, he has not stopped discussing for four weeks.
When the second get out of class was over, the head teacher entered the classroom, stood at the door and looked into the classroom for two laps before his eyes fell on the first day of junior high school: "You come here for the first day of junior high."
On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned. He had never been called out of the classroom by the teacher. Sometimes he felt that the teacher might not know him.
The people around him were also a little surprised. When he stood up, someone said: "You can't be killed in the first time, right?"
A group of people laughed suddenly.
On the first day of the junior high school, he glanced at the speaker and walked to the door of the classroom. The head teacher pointed at those people: "Don't make jokes about this kind of thing!"
On the first day of the junior high school, he followed the class teacher downstairs with some anxiety. When he got downstairs, the class teacher stopped: "You go home first, something happened to your house. Your aunt just called the school to help you take a leave of absence."
"Wh, what, what, something?" I was stunned when I heard it, and suddenly panicked.
"She didn't say," said the head teacher, "don't worry, go home and see what's going on."
"Thanks, thanks, thanks..." The first day of the first day of speaking in a hurry is even more unsatisfactory.
"Go back, stop talking," the head teacher waved, "Be careful on the road!"
He didn't speak any more in the first year of the new year, turned around and ran towards the school gate.
What's the matter
What can happen at home
It's not a problem for grandma to fight with others, what else can it be
… Dad
What can happen to dad
Car accident
He didn't dare to think about it. He took out his cell phone while running. Now he didn't dare to call his mother, so he could only call his aunt first.
For the first time, the mobile phone that hadn't responded for a long time gave him the urge to throw this broken thing away.
After half a street ran out, the phone finally dialed out.
The aunt over there immediately answered the phone: "Puppy?"
"What's the matter!" shouted the first day.
"Don't worry, don't worry," the aunt said quickly, "I'm at your house, I'll wait for you at the intersection, don't worry!"
"Is it my dad!" Chuyi couldn't help asking, "It's a car, a car..."
"It's not a car accident, or it's just the police asking something," said the aunt. "It's still unclear about the specific situation..."