At this moment, his mind was so fast that he couldn't turn around at the first day of the year, and his eyes didn’t know what to look at, and his fingers kept trembling. This reminded him of the female classmate at the table next to him. He was excited when he said that he went to see the male god’s concert. I can't see anything, I keep sifting the chaff.
In order to confirm, he opened the album on the first day of the new year. He was afraid that Yan Hang would delete the blog, so he saved the photo.
I clicked on the photo and looked at it. It was all black on red background, the font... He switched back to the door face and looked after it, the font is the same! The face of the door below... Cut back to the photo, the subject of the photo is the door head, and the walls on both sides have only a small corner, but it can almost be seen that it is red.
But I am still not sure, after all, after searching for so long, I have seen a lot of similar door faces, and they are the most common collocations.
I switched back and forth several times, and finally found the definite details on the first day of the first year. That is the one he found by Yan Hang. The sub under the Li character was missing a small piece on the hook, revealing the white underneath, and the one in the store. Although it is far away, it can be seen that the hook is round and not sharp.
This is it!
On the first day of junior high school, he felt a little excited that he didn't know what to do. He threw down his phone and jumped out of the bed, and punched the air a few times.
Still unable to vent, he jumped all the way and fisted, from the bedroom to the living room.
Grandma was watching TV in the living room. When she looked at him, she seemed to look at a neuropathy, with disdain and shock: "I don't know what poison I took."
On the first day of the new year, I was in a very good mood. I happily punched my grandmother and dubbed: "Swish! Swish!"
"You have the energy to go out and beat people!" Grandma shouted, "You can swell you up if you eat a little shit! Don't persuade you when you go out!"
On the first day of the new year, I wanted to say that I was beaten up early, but in the end he jumped back into the room with a fist in the end.
It doesn't make any sense to tell grandma such a thing. He doesn't want to explain himself to anyone, and grandma may not understand it, and may even turn out something more ugly.
Besides, he still has things to do.
He leaned back on his cot and picked up the phone.
The Xiao Li barbecue photographed by Yan Hang was in a coastal city. He first turned on the weather and added the city.
The real-time temperature is 6 degrees, the lowest temperature today is minus 2 degrees, sunny, and northerly winds are 4-5.
Staring at the weather for a while, he smiled and clicked on the city map.
After entering the address for Xiao Li’s barbecue, he switched the map to the real scene and looked over it little by little, feeling like he was walking on this street and standing in front of the shop.
He drew on the map and adjusted the angle, right? This is it. Yan Hang was standing here when he took the photo that day
At the beginning, I put a mobile phone on the head of the bed, lying on my arm and watching.
He had always felt that if he was so persistent and perverted and found a place, he would definitely have a strong urge to go over and take a look.
But now I found out that he didn't think so.
The moment he opened the map and saw the real scene, he suddenly calmed down.
He looked at this street little by little. This shop didn't seem to be a very powerful shop. If he didn't make a special trip to eat, then Yan Hang might live nearby.
This street is where he often passes by.
It seems that this is enough.
Staring at the phone on the first day of the new year is enough.
Looking back and forth on this street and a few nearby, he felt very satisfied with the shops, units, hotels, and communities on both sides.
After watching for half an hour, I put the phone on the bedside, turned over and lay on the bed, looking at the bright or dark patches on the ceiling that flashed because of the blurred eyes.
Actually not enough.
It's just that he didn't dare to think about something closer.
Between him and Yan Hang, there was a murder case and two fathers who had disappeared.
The question he had not dared to think about before was still stuck in his heart.
Before his father was found, he didn't even know if Yan Hang was willing to see him again.
"Are you going to the supermarket?" Cui Yi called and asked.
"Huh?" Yan Hang glanced at the time. At nine o'clock in the evening, he was actually wondering whether to order a takeaway for supper, or to make something by himself, but there was no more food at home.
When Cui Yi asked, he sat up and planned to go to the supermarket to buy some materials: "Go, buy some food."
"That's great," Cui Yi said. "Bring me some noodles and leave it to the security guard downstairs. I'll get it tomorrow."
"... Attorney Cui," Yan Hang was very speechless, "you are so amazing."
"It's best lasagna," Cui Yi said, "I like lasagna."
"Can you break your leg with me?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes," Cui Yi smiled, "I have a bunch of documents to read, so I don't have time to go out."
"Lasagna, right?" Yan Hang stood up.
"Yes." Cui Yi said.
Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and looked at it. It is said that ordinary people will have to eat leftovers for at least half a month after the Chinese New Year, but he and Cui Yi will eat together for the Chinese New Year. what.
He figured out what to bring up, and then went out.
There are quite a lot of people in the opposite supermarket at this time. There are a lot of young people living in this area. When you get off work late, you don’t have to buy anything until you have finished eating.
Yan Hang pushed a car and strolled slowly.
After a few steps, the car was caught.
Before he raised his eyes to look at the person, he glanced at his hand. It was the girl's hand. He was inexplicably relieved. Maybe it was Cui Yi's words that kept him vigilant.
The owner of the hand is Zhang Chen with a smile on his face.
"You actually came to buy groceries!" Zhang Chen looked at the things thrown in his car, "It's amazing."
"What do you eat if you don't buy vegetables?" Yan Hang said.
"Don't you all single guys eat fast food, instant noodles, instant noodles and instant rice." Zhang Chen said with a smile.
"I'm a single guy working in a western restaurant anyway." Yan Hang said.
"Do you know how to cook?" Zhang Chen picked up a piece of cheese and looked at it. "Are you going to enter Western food?"
"Take whatever you want," Yan Hang looked at her empty hand. "Why are you here?"
"My grandma lives here, and I will rest tomorrow, so I will come over to accompany her and cook a meal by the way..." Zhang Chen said and glanced at him, "Do you know what ingredients to buy for pizza?"
"I know," Yan Hang pushed the car forward, "Come on."
"Thank you." Zhang Chen followed.
Pizza.
Yan Hang has made a lot of pizzas of different tastes, but now he is stuck in his head, only thinking of the ones he made for the first day of the junior high school.
No matter how he recalled, he couldn't jump out.
Memories are like being stuck in a small passage. All I can remember is that, back and forth are in the Linhe District of the east of the city where I live on the first day of the junior high school.
what.
Can actually still remember Linhe District.
Of course I remember that, no matter how good or bad the memory there is, it is almost the most profound part of his more than ten years.
"Really?" Zhang Chen said next to him.
"Huh?" Yan Hang glanced back at her.
She held a packet of red sausage in her hand: "Is it this way?"
"This kind of bacon smells strong, you can do it if you like it, if you don't like it..." Yan Hang pointed at the pile of intestines on the shelf, "That's fine too."
"That's it, I like it," Zhang Chen said, "Are you doing something? If you have something, you can give me a rough idea. I can find it myself."
"I'm fine," Yan Hang said, "what's the matter?"
"You are seriously distracted," Zhang Chen smiled, "but you seem to be like this all the time, the image of a mysterious and melancholic handsome guy."
"You are writing a novel," Yan Hang took a packet of cheese and handed it to her, "just cut it down when it's used."
"Good." Zhang Chen nodded.
In fact, Zhang Chen is a girl with a very good personality. Among the young colleagues, she is the most popular, cheerful, carefree, and can suffer.
If you change someone, Yan Hang would not lead her to buy things like this.
But that's the case. Yan Hang used to think that he had no friends because he didn't have the opportunity to make friends. Later, when he had the opportunity, he had the first grade.
After arriving here, he will have more opportunities to make more friends.
But now I realized that it doesn't seem to be the case.
Except for a few colleagues who are slightly closer than before, he still has no friends, and he has no interest in going with anyone in the direction of a friend.
It seems that the first day of junior high school is a special case.
"It is said that eating fish is smart," Zhang Chen said next to him. "My nephew eats fish every day, and he is not so smart."
Yan Hang didn't know what her previous topic was, and he wasn't even sure if she had spoken before, so he could only pick up from here temporarily: "Is that right?"
"Well, it's going to take the high school entrance examination this year," Zhang Chen sighed, "I have nothing to watch, I can't make it to Pu Gao, and the fish will be eaten for nothing."
"How many months are you going for the high school entrance examination?" Yan Hang asked.
"The end of June." Zhang Chen said.
"Is it the same everywhere?" Yan Hang asked again.
"Well, these days," Zhang Chen looked at him, "Does your family have children who want to take the entrance examination?"
"... No," Yan Hang smiled, "Just ask."
"Oh," Zhang Chen thought for a while, "I heard them say that you have no education?"
"No." Yan Hang nodded.
"It's amazing," Zhang Chen chuckled a series of words, "self-improvement like you... It doesn't seem right. I really admire those who are self-taught."
When he walked out of the supermarket after shopping with Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen pointed to a dessert shop next to him: "Supper? I'll treat you."
"No," Yan Hang said, "I have had dinner and I can't eat anything now."
"Then I'm going to eat it myself," Zhang Chen waved his hand, "Thank you for buying vegetables for me."
"You're welcome." Yan Hang smiled.
When he walked to the gate of the community, he remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner.
The doorman saluted him when he entered the community, and Yan Hang smiled at him. When he turned his head, he saw a person standing on the other side of the gate.
He glanced over there again.
The man turned and left.
Yan Hang didn't move, and took two steps back, staring at the man.
In fact, from his experience, he can tell at a glance that this is just a passer-by. Standing by the gate is just looking at the bus stop. At this moment, he is walking towards the bus stop.
But he is so nervous now.
I don't know what's wrong.
He didn't even post Weibo again because of this nervousness, and he never used WeChat since he left.
He thought about whether to contact the first year of junior high school.
Thought about it many times.
He wanted to tell the first day that he was good, and he wanted to tell the first day that he just didn't know what to say when he left, so he said to... Shudong.
But in the end there was still no contact.
He believed in his own judgment. He was not a fool after having followed his father for so many years, so he did not believe that Dad could do anything great on the first day of the junior high school, but because of this, he was afraid that he would continue the completely innocent first year of the junior high school. Get involved.
He sighed, turned and walked into the gate of the community.
Put Cui Yi's noodles in the security room downstairs, and then went back to his own place.
Let's make a small pizza, just like the one I made for the first day of the junior high school.
When I took out my mobile phone every day on the first day of the junior high school, I would habitually check the weather first.
The temperature on Yan Hang's side slowly rises day by day, occasionally falls back, and then rises again. In fact, the weather everywhere has a virtue, but he looked at it very interestingly.
It's the same as a neuropathy.
The warmer over there is faster than theirs here. When they need a coat here, Yan Hang should be able to wear only long sleeves.
By the sea.
Leaning on the back of the chair on the first day of the new year, looking at the slogan written on the blackboard, sometimes there will be an illusion. The tense atmosphere is like a college entrance examination.
By the sea.
He has never been to the beach. To be precise, the farthest place he has been to when he grows up is his grandfather's house.
Let alone the plane, he has never taken a train.
The seaside scenery only exists in the scenery videos and photos, and the most viewed scenery he has seen with his own eyes is the river view.
Well, actually the river view is also very beautiful.
By the sea...
In the first grade of junior high school, he couldn't remember when he was thinking about it. In short, the closer he got to the senior high school entrance examination, the stronger his thoughts were. Finally, when he saw the introductions in various school leaflets, he suddenly made up his mind.
He wants to go to school by the sea.
And at the beach he wanted to go, there seemed to be a technical secondary school that seemed appropriate.
Perhaps he had this idea the day he determined where Xiao Li’s barbecue was, but he had never dared to think about it, forcing himself to pretend that he hadn’t thought about it.
And once it was discovered that all of this was really possible and realistic, this thought could not be suppressed.
What's more, he always wanted to leave home, leave here, and go to a place where there is no memory of his past.
"Are you sick?" Mom looked at him, "What do you think about every day? Running so far to go to school? The cost of travel is higher than the tuition!"
"There is also accommodation fees," Grandpa said while peeling the shrimps. "You can go home to live here when you go to school, and you don't have to pay for accommodation."
The prawns were bought at the seafood market on the first day of the junior high. I hope that the family members can agree to his request to go to school outside the city.
"I can't afford that much money," my mother said, "tuition, travel, meals, lodging, buy this..."
"No need for you," gritted his teeth on the first day of the month, "No, you come out, I will pay it myself."
"Oh! Listen to it, pay it by yourself!" Grandma smiled disdainfully while biting the shrimp. "This kid, after going to scan for a few days, he has swept away the illusion of financial independence."
On the first day of the junior high, I ignored my grandma, just looked at my mother: "I saved, I got some money..."
"How much can you save? How much can you save? Are you embarrassed to say that you have saved a little money?" Mom frowned, "Do you know how much I earn in a month now? A little news from your dad. No, you don't know whether you are alive or dead. You want to run out after you save a little money here?"
On the first day of the year, he looked at the steamed bun in his hand and said nothing.
"I don't want to say anymore," said my mother, "I don't bother to care about you if you don't go to General High School, so I have to run out? Who else can I look for if I can do some errands at home?"
"That's the point," grandpa said while eating, "and your mother has no money, so you have to keep a little money, in case your dad..."
On the first day of the new year, I knew what my grandfather wanted to say, and now I wanted to put the bun in his hand on his face.
My mother started before him, took the bowl in her hand and threw it to the ground, and shouted, "I can't eat this rice!"
On the first day of junior high school, he knew that it was impossible for his family to agree to go to school. It was not just a question of not being able to pay. Even if he was in the local area, his mother would not pay any more. After all, he had been responsible for himself in addition to himself for most of the past six months. I will give her some of the expenses.
But the family can’t afford to pay for the first day of the year. It’s not a few years old anymore. Just think of a solution by yourself.
Although there are not many ways he can think of.
He worked part-time in the boxing gym and saved some. The expenses in the past should be about the same. As for the expenses in the future, let's work part-time.
"Are you here to go to school?" Coach He looked at him, "Run that far?"
"Well," Chu nodded, "I want to go to the sea, the beach."
"It's so romantic, I want to see the sea?" Coach He said.
She smiled embarrassedly on the first day of the junior high school.
"Does the family agree?" Coach He knows something about his family.
"I don't agree," frowned on the first day of the new year, "but I still have to go."
Coach He looked at him and didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he asked again: "Then do you have enough money?"
"Enough." said the first day.
"In the past, continue to find a place to work?" Coach He asked again.
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.
Coach He didn't speak any more, patted him on the shoulder, got up and walked away.
He also stood up on the first day of the junior high school, planning to clean up. He could still work here for less than a month, and suddenly felt a little reluctant to bear his mop and bucket...
As if his ideal is a cleaner.
When he was going to get the mop, Coach He called him from behind: "The first day of the junior high school."
"Huh?" He turned his head and saw Coach He walking over with a stack of money. He immediately understood what was going on. He quickly moved back and waved his hand, "No no no no no no no..."
"Take it," Coach He grabbed his arm and stuffed the money into his pocket. "Let me tell you that when I came out of the countryside, I was as old as you and I was alone."
The first day of the new year was stunned.
"I'm alone, it's unreliable, and it's very difficult to do anything," Coach He said, "I'll just look at your enthusiasm, and think of me all the time... You take this money, count it as I borrowed it, and you If you're mixed up, you can return it to me when you come back."
There was a long silence on the first day of the new year, and he said softly: "Thank you."
In the first year of junior high school, I feel that my home is the least like a family with children who want to take the entrance exam.
My mother didn't even look at him anymore.
Whether he goes to school or whether he is going home and sitting there is reviewing, nobody cares.
No one asked a question on the day of the exam.
However, on the first day of the junior high school, it was normal that no one asked him. He guessed that no one at home knew when he took the exam.
When I went out, I ran into the owner of the commissary, and the owner gave him a pack of instant noodles.
"Unification 100," the boss said, "We have several of those who passed the entrance examination today, and I will give them a pack for those who pass by. Good luck."
On the first day of the new year, he laughed and put the instant noodles in his schoolbag: "Thank you, uncle."
With this pack of instant noodles, his mood improved a lot. Before entering the examination room, he took out the instant noodles and ate them away.
"Are you really in the mood?" Li Zihao looked at him, "Is it still eating now?"
On the first day of the new year, he took out a bottle of water and took a sip: "I still drink it, too."
In the two and a half days of the exam, I should say that I was nervous. He was not nervous on the first grade. Although his grades were not very good, but his goal was not general high, then there was no big problem. Besides, he listened to the class quite seriously.
But let's say it's not nervous, but it's nervous again.
Went to see the sea for the first time.
Live alone for the first time.
First time out.
It's the first time to take a train... It's a real dog.
Yan Hang was not wrong at all.
By the way, it’s the first time I went to Xiao Li’s barbecue.
Xiao Li Barbecue, he can even memorize the address of Xiao Li Barbecue.
Although no one in the family agreed with him to go to see the sea, after the grades came out, he still wrote the name of the school when filling in his volunteers.
After that, I bought a suitcase by myself and packed it up and put it under the bed.
It wasn't until she saw this suitcase that my mother seemed to recover, and she rushed over to drag the suitcase out.
"You're really awesome now!" Mom shouted, "What I said is fart, right?"
She stopped her mother on the first day of the new year and didn't speak.
"Throw this box out for me!" Mom shouted, "Who gave you the courage! Who in this family agreed to leave you!"
"I," Chu Yi grabbed her hand, "myself."
"What are you? What are you!" Mom wanted to shake his hand away, "You are yourself! What are you!"
"Mom," still clutching her on the first day of the junior high school, "I'm just light, what's naked, nothing, no, I'll leave."
The mother was stunned, staring at his face, and then she said: "Are you crazy? Why are you!"
"You know." said the first day.
"You can see it," Grandma didn't know when she leaned to the door, "I said earlier, your son is a trash, it's useless, I can't count on it in the future."
"You shut up." The first day of the day turned to look at her.
"What did you say!" Grandma looked at him in shock.
"Let you shut up." said the first day.
"Did you hear it?" Grandma looked at her mother, "Did you hear it? Did you hear it? You heard..."
"I heard it!" Mom shouted.
"This house is going to be finished!" Grandma drew her cigarette, turned around and walked out and shouted, "This house is going to be finished!"
My mother sat on the edge of the bed and stared silently at his box.
He wanted to say something on the first day of the new year, but he really didn't know what else to say. He hadn't had any normal communication with his mother in the past ten years.
At this moment, even if he was reluctant to look at his mother, it felt distressed, but he couldn't find anything to say.
"You can leave if you want," said my mother, "but don't expect the family to help you when something happens. This is how this family is, you know it yourself."
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.