We were together early in the morning, when the family was still asleep, he got up and took his wallet and went out.
The money bag is just a bag with a little money he saved, but after experiencing the normal expenses and the normal expenses, the money saved here is really very small.
He took out all the money in the corridor and counted it. It was less than thirty yuan, which was enough for him who had never spent much.
But if he wants to get a haircut, he doesn't know too well.
After all, he hasn't been to the barbershop yet when he grows up.
When I was a child, my dad directly used the fader to push his bald head. After school, he didn't shave his head, but he just took the scissors around his head and clicked around. After the third grade, my dad was very busy when he came to this company and drove people. Regardless of his hair, maybe grandma and mother have long hair, and grandpa is bald, so I don’t know that there is a haircut procedure.
From then on to the present, I cut my hair in the mirror on the first day of the junior high school, and there was no design or anything. The standard was not to cover my eyes or to tie my neck. No one looked at him anyway.
I watch it every day. Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, he sighed and regretted not having a haircut earlier. Yan Hang didn't even see what he looked like after the haircut.
But it doesn't matter. He plans to take a few selfies and keep them after he finishes sorting them out, and show them to Yan Hang when he has a chance.
… Is there any chance
On the first day of the junior high school, while walking down the street, he wondered what kind of hairstyle he wanted to fix. Yan Hang said, don’t be too short, you have to fix it if it’s too short.
Let's be a little longer.
In fact, he didn't have any idea about hairstyles, no matter how long or short.
However, after standing in front of the two barbershops for a while, he discovered that price was the least conceptual thing he had in mind compared to hairstyles.
Cut it for 68 yuan!
The 48th one must be considered cheap!
Grab money!
Are you using pure gold scissors!
Have you finished being a fairy
Although he initially thought that the barbershops opened on the streets and commercial plazas might be of a higher level, in the end he found an ordinary barbershop on a more remote side street.
At first glance, there is no hair stylist who has returned from Hong Kong, and the hair stylist is not the kind of shop called tony and kevin.
25 yuan.
Against the background of the previous 48 and 68, this 25 piece looks very sweet.
Yes, that's it.
"Washing your hair is cutting your hair?" a young lady asked him.
"...Cut." The first day of the month replied.
"Then wash it first," the young lady said.
I felt a little confused on the first day of the junior high school. What is the significance of the previous question
The young lady was very cool, she didn't say a word when she was washing her hair, she held her head back and forth, and only asked three questions.
"Is it strong?"
I didn't hear it clearly in the first day of the new year. So there is no answer.
"Is the water hot?"
I still didn't hear it clearly in the first grade.
"Are you still catching?"
On the first day of the junior high school, I felt that I probably entered the barber shop for the first time in my life.
Finally, when the young lady handed him to the hair stylist, he suddenly realized what she was asking, but the question was already overdue.
The hair stylist is called A Chao.
A Chao also didn't say a word, picked up the scissors, grabbed his hair and snapped.
On the first day of the junior high school, I felt my eyes were scared of cosmetic contact lenses, so I quickly said: "Don't, it's too short."
"Yeah." A Chao took a look in the mirror, and continued to raise the knife very coldly.
I didn’t bother to talk about it in the first year of the junior high school.
… I don’t know if Yan Hang would design a hairstyle for him if he was there
Yan Hang may help him design a nice hairstyle.
Yan Hang's own hairstyle is very good, and Yan Hang's clothes are also very good-looking. Although they are basically super casual sports and leisure, Yan Hang can dress very well. Yan Hang also uses perfume, which is very stinky. .
When I first thought about it, I wanted to laugh inexplicably, and after a while I couldn't laugh again.
Bored.
Yan Hang is gone.
All the various imaginations he had soaked with Yan Hang this summer vacation were all in vain.
I thought that even if Yan Hang would leave, he would be after the summer vacation.
On the first day of the month, he stared at the pair of scissors in the mirror.
"Okay." After A Chao cut and pushed on his head, finished cutting and blowing, he took away the piece of cloth that had been squeezed around his neck.
On the first day of the new year, I quickly stood up and looked at my head in the mirror.
Very... handsome.
It’s not cut too short, there are a little bangs on the forehead, which is much better than the dog that he cuts himself. It looks very energetic, and it is not the mushroom head he can't stand the most. There are ten boys in the vocational school. Nine and a half are mushroom heads, and I feel uncomfortable every time I see them.
He took down A Chao's name and planned to come back next time to find this person.
When he walked out of the barbershop, the wind blew, and he felt that his whole person had become lighter. For such a long time, he was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head every day.
Although there were only three yuan left in his pocket, he walked with a jump, and he felt as though someone was watching him halfway away, and he lowered his head in embarrassment.
There was no one by the river, but there was a boat in the river. Several workers were cleaning the silt and rubbish along the river. The area where Yan Hang was looking for a pen with him had been cleaned up, and the river water was shining in the sun.
On the first day of the first year, I stood there and looked at it for a while, then took out the phone.
After resting the phone for a few days, he stopped jumping around on his own, but he was too slow to communicate with each other. He tried several times to take a selfie with his teeth, but he didn't succeed.
In the end, the phone went black, and he tried to press the power button repeatedly, and he felt like he was doing CPR on the phone.
But until he returned home, the phone did not wake up.
The atmosphere at home is still the same, it was quite depressing at first, but the disappearance of my father made it even more difficult.
In fact, grandma and grandpa are in good condition. Grandma smokes and watches TV. Grandpa goes out to play chess. By the way, he talks about the murder of his son-in-law with a bunch of old men.
Mainly mom.
Before the accident, she had been looking for a job. After the accident, her job search was gone, and she sat at home in a daze every day.
When he entered the door on the first day of the new year, my mother glanced at him.
He suddenly became nervous.
At this time, he spent 25 yuan to cut his head, which is very easy to cause anger.
"Oh, I got a haircut," my mother opened her mouth with a sneer, "it's a lot of money."
He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and sat next to the small desk.
"I'm going to lose the family with his dad," said my grandmother, "for you to eat and drink, and for you to go to school. There has been such a big event in the family, and I'm living a pretty cool life."
On the first day of the new year, I didn't listen carefully to what my grandma and mother said, so I opened the small loop and stared at the words I wrote yesterday.
After a while, he turned his head: "I don't, Shang Pu, Pu Gao is now."
My mother was stunned. Grandma didn't seem to react at all, pinching a melon seed and staring at him.
"No, I won't go to college, I'll learn." said the first day of junior high school.
"It's a long-term story, can you pass the exam?" Grandma returned to her senses and continued to knock on the seeds.
My mother jumped up suddenly and rushed to the desk in two steps.
On the first day of the new year, he quickly leaned on the table and hugged his head.
The mother's gossip serial palm fell on him at eight times the speed, and it was almost impossible to tell that it was a slap in the crackle.
Gritting his teeth on the first day of the new year.
Mom slammed his head, shoulders, and arms on his back, and when she finally stopped, she said, "What did you say?"
"I didn't take the exam, too," said the first day of the junior high school. "I don't study anymore."
My mother probably had run out of strength, turned back to the sofa and sat down.
Chu has been getting up, leaning on the chair and continuing to stare at the notebook.
There is only the sound of the TV in the house.
I didn't know how long it had passed. On the first day of the new year, he opened the drawer, took out his mobile phone hidden in the drawer, and walked to his mother.
My mother's eyes widened when she saw the phone in his hand.
"Change with you," said the first day of the new year, "you give it to me, you use this."
"Where did it come from?" Mom asked.
No sound on the first day of the new year.
"Er Ping gave it to him!" Grandma threw the melon seed shell, "Otherwise, who else is there!"
"Throw it to me!" Mom was about to come over to grab it.
On the first day of the new year, he quickly retracted his hand: "My phone is broken, it's broken."
My mother stared at him with a gloomy face like a red warning for typhoon.
"You don't need me, just use it." said the first day.
Mom still stared at him.
I waited for a while on the first day of the junior high school, turned back to the desk, took out his old mobile phone, pulled out the card and put it in the new mobile phone, and then turned on the phone.
After seeing the desktop, he put the phone back in his pocket, and the old one was stuffed into the drawer. After all, his father gave it to him.
He was reluctant to throw it away.
There was still silence in the room, and on the first day of the year, he didn't continue to take his mobile phone out to find a place to take selfies.
From saying that he didn't want to go to Pugao to taking out his mobile phone and now, he has basically used up all his courage, and now he has no other emotions except nervousness and anxiety.
The whole person seemed to be collapsed.
He got down on the table and closed his eyes.
When I was about to eat in the afternoon, my grandfather came back from playing chess, and there was no sound at home.
"Have you cooked? Hungry to death." Grandpa said.
"Then starve to death." Mom said.
"Have you taken gun drugs?" Grandpa said, "Is it a matter of this? It's like dying one by one. It's a big deal to remarry. That man is the only one in the world?"
"Why are you still alive?" Grandma said.
"It's early!" Grandpa said.
I got up on the first day of the junior high school, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look, and brought out some meat and vegetables, as well as a large bag of steamed buns.
He steamed the steamed bun, and Yan Hang's hand was swayed before his eyes when he was cutting the meat.
The fingers look slender and powerful. When handling the ingredients, they are like dancing. Every small movement can make people stare at it and want to play it repeatedly.
He sighed softly.
Suddenly miss Yan Hang very much, don't know why.
He didn't even miss his dad too much, he was more angry and worried about him.
But he wanted Yan Hang.
Many times he would subconsciously think of Yan Hang and want to stay with Yan Hang. Yan Hang can relax him with a word.
Although he did not live in Yan Hang's days, that was how he lived.
But Yan Hang appeared and disappeared. Everything changed. What was previously tolerable, able to carry, and able to suppress things that I never thought about, became a little bit sharper.
Owned and lost, this is what he fears most.
He didn't know if he was too selfish, he wanted to find Yan Hang more than he wanted to find his father.
I randomly fried two dishes for dinner, and after the family finished eating in silence, they went out on the first day of the new year.
He knows his mother, and his mother ignored him after beating him, and this state may last for a long time, a few days, a few months, a year or two is not impossible.
He sighed softly.
I still have too little experience. I don’t know that once some changes happen, it will be a chain reaction. The waves that arouse are far bigger than I imagined, and a random wave can overwhelm him only...
1.5 meters
Height.
On the first day of the junior high school, I stood on the measuring instrument in the boxing gym and looked at the numbers on it.
Sorrowful first year!
Is it a bit too far away from two meters
"Today alone?" Someone asked behind him, "Is your uncle here?"
On the first day of the new year, he quickly blocked the numbers with his hands, and then turned his head back and saw that it was a coach in the boxing gym. He had a good conversation with Uncle Yan before.
Uncle Yan is a magical person, and it seems that he can chat with anyone as long as he wants to.
"Well," the first day of the junior high school replied, "I will be my own in the future."
"That's it," the coach smiled, "then you can..."
Know the meaning of the coach in the first year of the junior high school, the boxing gym can ask the coach to give instruction alone.
but.
"I have no money." He answered truthfully.
"Hey," the coach laughed, "It's okay, then you can practice by yourself. If you don't understand, you can ask us."
"Thank you." He smiled.
Uncle Yan taught him for a short time, but he had taught him some basic things and also told him the general direction of practice. He only needs to practice according to these.
"It's not that you have to train to be a boxer," said Uncle Yan. "With this thing for a long time, the reaction speed and strength will be improved. When fighting with people, it will definitely take advantage. You can see how fast Yan Hang's response is, and it's also Can grow taller."
On the first day of the new year, in front of the sandbag, he remembered what Uncle Yan had said very seriously, and followed every sentence.
When he punched the punching bag, he felt a sense of joy that he had never felt before.
Although there are still injuries on the body, I can no longer feel the pain caused by the muscle pulling, only the "bang" when the force erupts in the sweat and breath.
The coach in the middle came over twice, probably because he was too happy and the posture ran off. The coach came to correct the angle of his punches.
An hour later, the first day of the new year leaned on the sandbag and stopped.
Looking at the two people who are practicing next to each other.
That's it, compared with Yan Hang.
"Just clean and tidy up at night. You can ask if it can be done. The original aunt said that she would bring her to cook and take her grandson at night." A young lady in boxing gym uniform walked past him on the phone, "It's all like this at night. Is particularly hard to find..."
Turning his head on the first day of the new year, my heart moved.
After watching the young lady walk to the front desk and finish talking on the phone, he went to wash his face, then plucked up the courage and walked over.
"Hello," he whispered, "I want to ask, ask."
"What's the matter?" Miss sister looked at him.
"You are, are you looking for someone to clean and clean at night?" asked on the first day.
"Yes," said the young lady, "from 7 to 10:30, mainly sweeping and mopping the floor, as well as the hygiene of the locker room and shower room. Do you want to introduce someone?"
"Me," said softly on the first day of the junior high school, "Can I do it?"
"You?" Miss sister was stunned, turned to look at an older girl next to him, then turned to look at him, "Do you want to do summer work?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Miss sister probably has never encountered such a situation, and she is a little confused: "But we have never hired summer jobs here, and we hired laid-off aunts..."
"What's the matter?" The coach walked over and asked.
"Oh, aren't we going to recruit aunts who clean at night," the young lady pointed to the first day of the new year, "this little boy wants to come."
The coach looked at the first day of the first day with some surprise: "Aren't you here to punch?"
"No, delay." The first day of the new year was a little nervous.
He is not as emboldened as Yan Hang. Yan Hang has seen everything going north and south, and he has a fluent English bonus. He can find a job at random by picking up Yan Jidao's ID card. He doesn't have that ability.
"Hey, are you..." The older girl suddenly looked at him, "Did your dad... My house is in front of you..."
In the first year of the junior high school, the whole person suddenly sank, and the boxing gym was four stops away from home. He didn't expect to meet the people who lived there.
"What?" The coach looked at her.
"Just a while ago, isn't our house... killing people..." the girl said hesitantly.
"I..." Turned around on the first day of the new year and walked to the door, "Forget it."
"It's very tiring at night. The shower room has to wait for people to finish washing before they can go in and clean. It may be very late," the coach said behind him, "Can you do it?"
On the first day of the new year, he turned his head abruptly: "Okay."
"Register him," the coach said to the young lady, "No one was hired anyway."
"Okay." The young lady nodded.
Looking at the coach on the first day of junior high school: "Really?"
"This is our boss," said the little sister, "he must be fine if he says it's OK."
After Yan Hang recommended the last set of barbells, he sat up and watched Cui Yi play parallel bars on the equipment next to him.
"The doctor," Cui Yi said as he pushed up, "have been talking for almost two months? How do you feel?"
"Are you showing that you can still speak without panting?" Yan Hang said.
"Answer the question." Cui Yi jumped down and sat next to him.
"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I keep making adjustments as the doctor says, and I'm taking all the medicine."
"Well, you have to say that you can go to work before you can go to work," Cui Yi said, "I've already said that at the hotel, you can go anytime."
"Isn't it inappropriate to show up like this?" Yan Hang asked.
"How big can a waiter present?" Cui Yi smiled. "There is no more than you, and no more than you, and you just listen to me."
"Yeah." Yan Hang lay on the supine board, ready to practice for a while.
In fact, he used to run mostly. He would only play when his father took him to the gym. Now he comes to Cui Yi three times a week. I don't know if it's because of boredom or because he misses his father.
"I'll get the library certificate for you," Cui Yi said. "Go when you want to read a book."
"Thank you," Yan Hang said, "Really."
"I don't know what to say so polite." Cui Yi laughed.
Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.
Coming out of the gym, Cui Yi couldn't hold back, and dragged him to eat skewers.
"I'll have a meal after training like this," Yan Hang said as he ate, "What's the point of the previous two hours?"
"It's mainly psychological satisfaction." Cui Yi said.
When he came out of the shop after eating, Yan Hang stretched out while waiting for Cui Yi to drive.
I'm a little tired, but I'm in a good mood.
Walking out of the darkness again, he was a little bit emotional.
When I looked back at the sign of the skewers restaurant, I suddenly thought of the first day of the new year.
I thought that after running, they carried a large bag of barbecue and went home to eat supper... They were quite edible on the first day of the new year.
He smiled, took out his phone, and took a picture of the sign of the barbecue shop.
After thinking about it for a long time, I only posted it on Weibo and didn't read the comments anymore.
In fact, he was a little afraid to see the content that was emotional because of the "return of missing persons", even if it was a joke, it would make him feel sad.
It will make him unable to help but think of the first day of the junior high school.
The summer vacation is almost over, what are you doing on the first day of the junior high school
Does Liang Bing still trouble him
Classmate meeting theory
How is the situation at home
When I got home on the first day of the new year, it was quiet as usual. Now I come back late every day, and everyone in the family is asleep, which is fine.
He took a shower, sat down at the desk, and opened the small coil notebook.
Several pages had been written on it in a mess, and he turned it slowly. Some of them no longer knew what they wanted to express, but some could still remember the mood at that time.
-A junior one who has a job
-The female shower room is much cleaner than the male shower room
-My shoulders are sore
-Leg pain, not enough side kick strength
-Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang
-Almost rich
-166.5? ? ? ? ? Sprouted on the first day of the new year? ? ?
-School is about to start, no homework or homework is written or written
-Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Yan Yan Jidao
-I picked up a piebald stone today
-There is a hornet's nest above the tree hole! ! !
I don't know when this hornet's nest grew. He hadn't seen it last week. When I went there yesterday, I was overheard by the hornet.
He sighed and took out his pen.
-I dreamed of Yan Hang yesterday
After writing this sentence, he put down the pen with a little embarrassment, and got down on the table and took out his phone.
I clicked it twice. I wanted to click a game to play, but when I saw it clearly, I found that I clicked Moments.
Yan Hang remained silent and disappeared.
The dialog box still contains the photos of his new hairstyle that he posted last month.
It took him two hours to take a selfie, and finally picked one out of his cell phone.
After sending it to Yan Hang, he waited for a long time, constantly opening WeChat, for fear that he didn't hear the prompt, but Yan Hang never responded.
The only thing that can give him a sigh of relief is probably that Yan Hang didn't block him or delete him.
Staring at Yan Hang's name for a while, he opened Weibo again.
The system forcibly added a few more attentions to the New Year's Day, and he persistently deleted them one by one, leaving only the little brother Xingtian.
When he was about to withdraw, he glanced at Xing Tian's name again.
Then he grabbed the phone and stood up abruptly.
The heartbeat was so violent, if it weren't for the lack of throat and eyes, the heart could jump on the Tianling cover, and it would be a little overwhelming.
The latest content under Xing Tian's name has changed!
Xingtian updated Weibo!
When Xingtian's name was called, his hands shook as if he touched a switch.
There is no WIFI at home, and the traffic signal is not very good. After entering Xingtian's Weibo, it is blank, and the content cannot be transferred.
He ran to the kitchen with his mobile phone, climbed to the counter and stuck half of his body out of the window, and the content was finally loaded.
Not a word.
But just one photo made him almost want to shout.
The photo is a signboard of a barbecue restaurant, with four words on it, Xiao Li barbecue.
Xiao Li! barbecue!
He shuddered and zoomed in on the photo, looking at it centimeter by centimeter, trying to find something related to Yan Hang.
But there was no gain.
The photo was taken very clearly, but it was just a sign. If you want to take a picture of a shop window, I guess he might find Yan Hang's shadow on the glass, just a sign.
He squatted on the desk and looked at the photos back and forth several times.
The photo was posted last week, and I was a little depressed on the first day of the new year. It has been several days before he actually saw it!
There are hundreds of comments below!
Are all the little sisters so free!
I opened a comment at the beginning of the day and looked at it carefully one by one.
Seeing the last one from the first one, he didn't realize that anyone knew where it was.
Xiao Li barbecue.
This extremely improvised restaurant name, I am afraid that every city has more than one, even if it is called Xiaochu BBQ...