Yan Hang stared at the first day of the new year.
Although he recognized the first day of the first day from his running appearance and shoes, he was shocked by his beautiful escape. Now he heard this sentence with a small squat, and he was finally completely sure that this was the first time. One.
Although the changes in the first day of the junior high school were so great that he could not slow down even when he heard the first day of the junior high school.
Just like this, he twisted the wrist of the first year of junior high school and pressed him against the tree. After a while, he said, "Have you eaten?"
Yan Hang felt that he had something wrong.
"Yes, not yet," said the first day of the new year. "No work, finished."
"What's the job?" Yan Hang asked.
"Flyers," I suddenly felt like thinking of something on the first day of the new year, and struggled a bit, "My biography, my biography, the flyer..."
"Don't move!" Yan Hang raised his wrist, "Want to run?"
"I didn't..." said in a low voice on the first day.
"Brother catching the thief?" A voice rang behind them, "Do you want to help! Do you want to call the police!"
Yan Hang turned his head, an uncle was pulling his sleeves behind him, staring righteously at the first day of the new year.
"No, no," Yan Hang hurriedly released the first grade, but still grasped his wrist and did not relax. "We are playing around."
"Oh," the uncle probably felt that he was not able to show off his skills, and was a little disappointed. He looked at them again, "I really don't need to help?"
"No need," Yan Hang said, "Thank you, you are such a good person."
"It's okay, it's okay," the uncle smiled and waved his hand, and strolled forward, "Then you two continue to play."
"I'll run you again." Yan Hang turned his head and looked at the first day of the junior high school.
"Don't run." said the first day.
Yan Hang released his hand.
Sure enough, he didn't run again on the first day of the junior high school, standing still in silence.
There were too many shocks and questions in Yan Hang's mind. At this moment, he was all tumbling and couldn't find the beginning sentence, and he was silent with the first one.
After a while he spoke again: "Are you handing out flyers part-time?"
"Well," took a step forward on the first day of the junior high school. After thinking about it, he stopped to look at him, and pointed to the flyer that was thrown by him on the side of the road. "I... I have to go and pick it up."
"Pick up a fart, no more." Yan Hang said.
"Then I won't receive it, I won't have the money." Chu Yi sighed.
Yan Hang didn't say anything, he fetched two hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into his pocket: "I'll take you to dinner."
"No, no," the first day of the junior high school was a little anxious, "I don't, can't be for nothing, do it, noon."
Yan Hang looked at him, thought about it, and felt that what he said made sense... So the two went over and picked up the flyers that had been spilled on the floor.
"Give me a share," Yan Hang said, "I... I can send it together faster."
"Oh." He hesitated on the first day of the new year, and divided the flyers in half to Yan Hang.
On the first day of the new year, I returned to the supermarket door and started to hand out flyers. Yan Hang was also distributing flyers while standing three or four meters away from him.
There was a mess of food on the chair next to it, which was thrown into the flower garden by Yan Hang before and picked it up again.
He hadn't dared to look at Yan Hang in the first year of the junior high school. He was still dizzy now, very dizzy, like a dream, not knowing what he was doing.
It took him a year to find Yan Hang, researching clues, and seeing this map almost broken. He knew where there was a store, and he remembered what the trash can looked like.
Now Yan Hang suddenly appeared like this.
And he didn't even realize the surprise, and he ran away.
After failing to escape, he was not excited to tell Yan Hang, and he even let Yan Hang stand with him at the entrance of the supermarket and hand out flyers.
What kind of drama is this long-awaited reunion
Did you really get poisoned in the first year of junior high school
Yan Hang might have been poisoned too, but he didn't even question him, so he just stood by and launched the flyer.
The number of people is great, and the flyers were distributed soon, and Yan Hang went back to the mission with the first day of the new year, and got the money for a long time.
When he came out of the office building, Yan Hang finally eased.
He took a step back and looked at the first day of the first day: "Longer?"
"Yeah." The first day of the junior high school smiled a little embarrassedly.
"Can you still wear shoes?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes," Chu nodded, "No more shoes, insoles."
"Why did you come here?" Yan Hang asked again.
"Go to school." The first day of junior high school answered.
Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while, he hugged him and patted him lightly on the back twice: "It's been a long time since I saw him, dog."
He really grew taller in the first year of the junior high school. Before, he could still press his face on his chest. Now, with such a hug, the tip of his nose can be buried in his hair, and he can smell his shampoo.
After a pause for two seconds on the first day of the new year, he stretched out his arms and hugged him fiercely, very hard, with the trembling on his arms caused by the hard work.
Yan Hang patted him again without speaking.
On the first day of the new year, he grabbed his clothes and held them hard.
Then he heard a very low cry on the first day of the new year.
"Cry again?" Yan Hang lowered his head to look at him, and turned his head quickly on the first day of the new year.
"Cry." Yan Hang scratched his hair.
It was already dark now. They were on the back floor of an office building, and there was no one next to them. It didn't matter how long they wanted to cry on the first day.
"You won't go, don't tell me," the first grader's voice was very low, somewhat dumb, "Suddenly, I left."
"I'm sorry." Yan Hang sighed softly.
He was always very upset about his leaving without saying goodbye, but he really didn't know what to do. He was afraid that Chu would be involved again and again. He didn't even open WeChat again.
But he never expected that he would reappear in front of him in this way on the first day of the junior high school.
"Sorry for a fart." He spoke very fluently this time on the first day of the new year, but with a strong nasal sound.
"Don't talk like me." Yan Hang smiled.
"Go to school." said the first day.
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat something," Yan Hang said, "have a good chat."
"Yeah." The first day of the month replied with a muffled voice.
After a while, he released him, turned around and wiped his eyes.
"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang asked.
"Xiao Li is roasted and roasted," said the first day of the day.
Yan Hang glanced at him, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly turned around and squatted down, grabbing Yan Hang by the ankle.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang was startled.
On the first day of the new year, he touched the small stone on his ankle, a little embarrassed, stood up again, turned around and walked towards the street.
"I have never taken it off." Yan Hang said.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded and didn't look back.
In fact, it’s a bit embarrassing to go to Xiao Li’s barbecue now.
The uncle only met him yesterday, and comforted him now that Xiao Man'er is not easy to chase him, and the next day he brought a handsome guy over to choose whether the face is too broad...
"Brother is here again?" The uncle recognized him as soon as he saw it, "I brought a friend today... Hey brother?"
I was very embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school. He lowered his head and walked in. The little brother Yan behind him greeted his uncle: "Uncle, is there a table?"
"Yes," the uncle said with a smile, "there is a table in the corner inside, is this your friend?"
"Yes," Yan Hang smiled, "Why, have you seen him?"
"I ate here yesterday. I ordered a large plate," said the uncle. "It's quite edible, but..."
The uncle lowered his voice, but he was still very embarrassed to hear it.
"He waited for Xiao Man'er yesterday, he didn't wait," said the uncle, "you comfort him."
"... Oh." Yan Hang was also very surprised when he heard the voice.
After sitting down and ordering food, the uncle brought a bunch of beer over: "I didn't drink alone yesterday, and today the two of you can drink."
"Thank you, Uncle." Yan Hang said.
Staring at Naza beer on the first day of the new year, I felt embarrassed to lift my head.
"I'll make a call first." Yan Hang took out his cell phone.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
Want to call a friend if you don't go back to dinner
The inexplicable sense of loss in the first year of junior high came up again. Unspeakable taste, he took the glass and poured himself a glass of beer, and took two sips.
The cold beer made him feel more comfortable.
"I'll be back later," Yan Hang dialed, "When I get to you, I will call you and you will come down to get milk tea, um... I met a friend..."
Yan Hang glanced at him: "Well, the first day of the new year, okay... I'll talk to you later... okay."
Looking at him on the first day of the new year, I suddenly felt a little excited.
This person knew that Yan Hang had mentioned himself to this person on the first day of the junior high school.
"Just pour yourself wine." Yan Hang hung up the phone and reached for a beer.
On the first day of the new year, he rushed to bring the beer and poured him a glass.
"Why don't you take one by one," Yan Hangchong the waiter beckoned, "Drinking backwards is too troublesome."
"I..." He was stunned on the first day. He hadn't drunk beer like this before.
"It will be cold after drinking cold beer in a while," Yan Hang said, "Drink enough first, I think you drank quite well just now... Couldn't you still drink it before?"
"I'm thirsty and thirsty." On the first day of the day, the waiter put a bunch of beer on the table, and quickly took the two glasses of beer to his hand. The new one was pushed in front of Yan Hang." I don't, can't."
Yan Hang smiled, picked up the cup and shook it at him: "Dog, come and touch it."
nice.
Yan Hang smiled the same way, with the corners of his mouth provoked, his eyes were very warm and very beautiful.
On the first day of the new year, I picked up the glass and touched him, and poured half a glass of beer in the glass, which was very refreshing.
"A friend of mine and my dad live in the back community here," Yan Hang pointed behind him, "It should be a long time."
"Ah." Putting down the cup on the first day of the new year, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood rose sharply as if he had just woke up. It was Uncle Yan's friend.
But the three words "Uncle Yan" made the mood drop after a second.
"Why did you come to school here?" Yan Hang changed the subject.
"That's right," the first day of the year glanced at him, then stared at the beer again, "you say you read, read a middle school, specialize or something."
"I didn't let you run this far?" Yan Hang said.
I didn't speak in the first day of the new year.
He was suddenly very embarrassed and didn't know what to say. If Yan Hang knew that he was looking for clues every day after seeing that photo, he might think he was a pervert.
Yan Hang didn't speak, and after staring at him for a while, he picked up the phone and clicked a few times.
"You wouldn't be..." Yan Hang turned the screen at him, "You saw this picture, right?"
"No." On the first day of the day, he denied it quickly, and didn't dare to look at the screen. He knew that the screen must be the Xiaoli barbecue that Yan Hang posted on Weibo.
"If you don't even look at it, say yes?" Yan Hang said, "Then why would you run here alone to have a barbecue?"
"The boss let me in, come in." said the first day.
"Can the nonsense boss drive you away?" Yan Hang said.
"This is fate and separation," said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang was stunned, laughed, and reached out and flicked on his forehead: "Let's talk, how did you find me."
That's a long story. For a stutter, then this story is extraordinarily long.
I don't know what to say in the first day of the junior high school.
"Did you see the photo?" Yan Hang asked.
Nodded at first.
Yan Hang didn't speak.
He quickly grabbed the beer and drank two sips.
"Where can I find Xiao Li's barbecue?" Yan Hang asked again.
He hesitated on the first day of the new year before nodding.
Yan Hang was silent for a long time.
He didn't dare to look up on the first day of the junior high school, and almost buckled his face into the beer. He was very afraid that Yan Hang would find him annoying.
I have known people for a few months, and then left, like a perverted stalker, following all the way, what's wrong!
"Xiao Li has a lot of barbecues, right?" Yan Hang's voice was very soft.
"No, not too much," said the first day, "just... a few."
"Have you been looking for a long time?" Yan Hang asked.
After a pause on the first day of the new year, he heard a change in Yan Hang's voice, hesitantly raised his eyes, and quickly glanced at Yan Hang's face.
Yan Hang's eyes were red.
The first day of the new year was stunned.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Hang stretched out his hand and squeezed his chin. "What's wrong with you in the first year?"
"I'm sorry," said the first day of the month.
"Sorry for the ass." Yan Hang said.
The waiter brought up the skewers they had ordered before, two large plates: "There are two more plates, you eat first."
"Eat." Yan Hang looked at him.
"I didn't have it yesterday, I didn't eat a lot," said the first day of the new year.
"Got it." Yan Hang smiled.
On the first day of the new year, I took a bite of a grilled fish.
"Which school are you in now?" Yan Hang asked, "What major?"
"Auto repair." said on the first day of junior high school. When I wanted to talk about school, I found that I couldn't remember clearly, so I took out my phone and looked through it and found the photo of the notice.
"Have you changed your phone?" Yan Hang stretched out his hand and took his phone to look at the photo. "It's not close here."
"Not far," said the first day of the new year, "the hour will arrive at an hour."
"Actually learn auto repair," Yan Hang returned the phone to him, "auto repair?"
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.
"Who designed the hairstyle for you?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Barber," said the first day, "but it's longer and longer."
"It's quite, better than the original," Yan Hang stared at him for a while, and finally leaned back in the chair and sighed slightly, "I feel like you have changed too much."
"What?" On the first day of the new year, I was suddenly a little nervous, biting the fish and raising his head.
"Are you going to practice boxing all the time?" Yan Hang took a sip of beer.
"Well," Chu nodded. This year, the boxing gym has become his favorite place to grow up. "Every day, go."
Yan Hang looked at the first day of the junior high school.
In addition to being taller, his appearance has also changed a bit.
Before the first day of the junior high school, he looked like a little kid. Although he was very poor, he felt like a small bag.
After a year of absence, he suddenly became a young man.
Although only three years old, Yan Hang felt like a "peer of the same age" when he watched the first year of junior high school for the first time.
Even when I was eating, I was still the same, and I was very devoted to eating, and sweating on the tip of my nose.
"You don't, do you want to eat?" The first one raised his head and asked.
"Eat." Yan Hang took a sip of wine.
"Even if you sign a sign, have you eaten it?" The first day of the day looked at the table in front of him.
Yan Hang smiled and took a bite with a bunch of palm treasures.
He didn't eat dinner, he was quite hungry, so he doesn't feel much anymore.
The sudden appearance on the first day of junior high brought him more than just surprises.
Shocked, moved, worried... A lot, when they came together, they squeezed their appetites so that there was no room for expression.
When he was eating on the first day of the new year, he didn't talk a lot, so Yan Hang didn't speak, so he kept eating silently, raising his head from time to time, and handing over a bunch of meat.
"Are you guys out of school?" Yan Hang asked.
"The day after tomorrow," said the first day of the new year, "military training."
"Then you still ran to distribute flyers, so you can see stitches?" Yan Hang said.
"I, I have been working for a year," he said with a trivial expression on the first day of the junior high school, "I pay my tuition, I have to pay, and there are still roads and fees."
"What kind of job do you do?" Yan Hang was a little surprised. He had to be next to the wall when he walked in the first year, so he could actually go to work? Have you played for a year
"Clean the boxing gym, give birth," Chu Yi smiled, "The boss will open the back door."
"It's pretty awesome," Yan Hang said with a smile, thinking about it and couldn't laugh anymore, "You came to school, didn't the family give you money?"
The smile on the first day of the junior high school faded quickly, and only after eating a bunch of lamb did he respond very lowly: "Yeah."
"I can do it myself," he added.
When I finished the barbecue and checked out, I rushed to pass the money to the boss before Yan Hang.
"What do you pretend to be the richest man here with me?" Yan Hang said.
"Your money, the richest man," said the first day, "just gave it to me."
"Oh," Yan Hang looked at him, "Does the richest man still need you to buy me food?"
"I always wanted to invite, hello, a delicious meal," said the first day of the new year, "a big meal."
"Then today this meal is huge." Yan Hang said.
"There will be more, bigger ones in the future." said the first day.
When walking out of Xiao Li’s barbecue, Yan Hang took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was ten o'clock, and he was a little anxious: "Does your school have access time?"
"I don't know." The first day of the day was stunned.
"It's ten o'clock," Yan Hang said, "the bus is gone, I'll call for you..."
Halfway through, he stopped and looked at him on the first day of the junior high school, but he quickly turned his eyes away, as if a little embarrassed.
"Not going back, right?" Yan Hang asked.
On the first day of the new year, he leaned against the lamppost and looked at the passing cars.
"Are you stuttering or deaf?" Yan Hang kicked him.
"Deaf." The first day of the month turned around.
Yan Hang looked at him.
"No," said the first day of the new year, and then immediately followed, "Okay?"
"Okay, what can't be done," Yan Hang said, "No one will scold you if you don't go home now."
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.
"Let's go, buy milk tea for Uncle Cui first," Yan Hang said. "He is going to be crazy."
"Do you live together?" On the first day of the new year, he was suddenly a little nervous. He was afraid that he would follow Yan Hang back after a while. When this Uncle Cui saw him, he would think he was a stalker.
"If you don't live together, he lives in the building next to me." Yan Hang said.
"Oh," he breathed a sigh of relief on the first day of the new year, his steps relaxed, "one, uncle still drinking milk, tea?"
"It's better for you to break sentences." Yan Hang smiled.
"Milk tea, huh?" said it again on the first day.
"Well, he can't live if he doesn't eat or drink at night," Yan Hang took him to the milk tea shop, knocked on the countertop, and said to the little girl who was already asleep on the table inside. Rob! Get the money out!"
"The boss just took the money away!" The little girl jumped up.
When she saw Yan Hang, the little girl smiled and patted the table: "You are nervous!"
"Do you have a template for this answer," Yan Hang said, "Speaking so skillfully."
"Yes, what kind of milk tea do you want?" the little girl asked.
"Lemon coffee." Yan Hang said.
"Just fine," the little girl started to make milk tea neatly, and then glanced behind him, "your brother?"
"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Does it look alike?"
"It's not like," said the little girl, "you look more kind, and he doesn't look very annoying."
"I can't." Yan Hang looked back at the first day of the junior high school. He hadn't seen him in a year. Can he get such an evaluation on the first day of the junior high school
I didn't see it, maybe it was the impression that he received the airbag in the first year of the junior high school. Even if he felt the obvious change in the first year of the junior high school, he still felt that he was the kid who needed his own "cover".
"Why don't your two brothers look alike?" the little girl asked.
"We both grow as long as you like." said the first day of the new year.
The little girl was stunned, and she couldn't stop laughing for a long time.
When the milk tea was made, packed and handed to them, he glanced at the first day of the new year and laughed again.
"You flirting little girl has no trace of flirting." Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi.
"I didn't," said the first day, "I won't change, magic."
Yan Hang sighed.
"Give me another change, change another." Chu Yi turned his head and looked at him.
"Why." Yan Hang said.
"I want to see it," said the first day of the new year. "Anyway, you didn't. Soak the little girl, girl."
"Your mouth hasn't changed a bit." Yan Hang sighed.
"Here." On the first day of the day, he took out a steel pin and handed it to him.
Yan Hang sighed, and put Gang Juner on his finger as he walked: "Look at it."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Yan Hang was still in the old habit. After turning the Gang Juner back and forth twice, he shook his hand gently, and the Gang Juner was gone.
"Wow!" yelled on the first day of the day, and continued to cooperate, "Where did it go!"
Yan Hang walked around behind him and lightly tapped his face: "Here."
Turning his head on the first day of the new year, he took away the steel yonger from his hand.
"Don't you applaud?" Yan Hang asked.
There was no sound on the first day of the new year, and he looked down at the steel in his hand.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang leaned over and asked.
"I am special and miss you." The first day of the month said softly.