I miss you.
I miss you.
Yan Hang, I miss you very much.
Every time I passed by the house where Yan Hang once lived, I would look there on the first day of the new year, but I never passed by the door anymore.
Later, the house was rented out again. A family of three, every time I passed by, I could see a small child bumping back and forth in the walker at the door.
The breath of Yan Hang and Uncle Yan faded.
The harder it is to find any traces, the more you will think harder.
I'm afraid I will forget it if I think about it for a few minutes.
I really want to Yan Hang.
I'm afraid I can only think about it all the time.
Now I'm really walking on the road with Yan Hang, and I can hear Yan Hang's voice. You can touch Yan Hang's arm with a slight shake, and you can even play the trick of picking up girls.
He is slowly returning to reality.
He found Yan Hang.
Yan Hang didn't leave, he was still here.
Yan Hang did not say that he was a pervert, did not hide from him, and did not give him anything because of his father.
After letting go of his heart, his longing became truly pure and true with no other emotions.
But he had never said such numb words.
To be able to say this, in his opinion, there are two situations in which Liang Jingru's courage has been sold out, or it is blurted out.
He should blurt out.
He didn't know what he wanted to say before speaking.
After speaking, he was still surprised.
What did you say on the first day of the new year
Yan Hang smiled, but patted him twice on the shoulder without speaking.
He felt that these words probably made Yan Hang unable to answer.
The residential area where Yan Hang lives is quite high-end, and the security guards stand straight at the door.
I saw this community on the map on the first day of the junior high school, but the map only went to the side of the road at the door and couldn't enter.
Now when I walk in with Yan Hang, I feel very strange, peaceful and familiar.
There are still many trees and flowers in the community, and many people are walking along the road at the moment.
"The environment is really good," said the first day of the day.
"Well, I will show you a kid in a while." Yan Hang said.
"What kid, kid?" asked the first day.
kid
How young is your friend
Yan Hang had lived with them for a few months before, and he hadn't spoken to his neighbors. Now he knows the neighbors' children
Walking along the innermost mountain side of the community, Yan Hang stopped and pointed to a building next to him: "I live here, the topmost."
"Oh." On the first day of the year, he looked up, but couldn't understand which window it was.
"Uncle Cui lives in that building," Yan Hang pointed to a building next to him, and took out his mobile phone, "I'll call him and ask him to come down and get milk tea."
"Well," Chu nodded, not forgetting the previous topic, "children, how about it?"
"Come on," Yan Hang dialed the number and walked over to the flower garden next to him, "The milk tea is here."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Hang turned on the light on the phone and illuminated it in the flower garden. He followed him on the first day of the junior high school, not knowing what he was doing.
"I found it!" Yan Hang whispered, pulling him to his side and pointing to the lighted spot in the flower garden, "Can you see it there?"
What kid is lying in the mud of the flower garden!
She was shocked on the first day of the junior high school, and quickly stared at the past.
After staring at it for five seconds, something moved among the grass on the muddy ground. The first day of the new year was shocked: "Mouse!"
Kinda big!
He had known Yan Hang for a few months and thought about him for a year, but he never thought that Yan Hang liked big mice!
"Are you blind?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Probably scared, scared blind?" Lu Yi also looked at him.
"Look at it again," Yan Hang said, "what is it?"
On the first day of the new year, the lump of things in the grass moved again. This time I can tell that it is not a mouse, but I don't know what it is. It is bigger than a mouse.
"Hedgehog," Yan Hang said, "It's a little hedgehog."
"Ah!" was a little surprised on the first day of the new year. "Hedgehog? Did you raise it?"
"No," Yan Hang turned off the light on the phone. "Uncle Cui saw it last month. There were many children at the gate, so he caught it by the mountain. Now it's here. The film lives."
"You said little, kid is it?" Chuyi looked at him.
"Ah," Yan Hang smiled, "Do you think it's a kid?"
"Yeah." Chuyi laughed.
"Where do I go to meet the children," Yan Hang led him back downstairs, "I haven't seen what the neighbors opposite me look like."
Cui Yi walked out of the building and was stunned when he saw the first year of the middle school: "This is the first year of the middle school?"
"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, and introduced him to the first day of junior high school. "This is Uncle Cui."
"Uncle Cui, okay." The first day of the day said hello.
"Don't you say that he is four feet four?" Cui Yi looked at the first day of the junior high school.
"One meter, four?" Turning his head to look at him on the first day of the new year.
"It's just a metaphor," Yan Hang sighed. He indeed told Cui Yi that the first day of the first year was very short, only one or four meters. "It's just to describe him... before..."
"It was your waist before." Cui Yi said.
"Ah..." Yan Hang turned his head helplessly. He now knows that he can't be so casual when talking about people behind his back in the future.
"Where do you live in Yan Hang today?" Cui Yi asked the first day of junior high school.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Then let's have breakfast together tomorrow. It is said that Yan Hang's friend is here. I have to buy a meal," Cui Yi said. "As a result, he wouldn't let me go."
"Thanks, Uncle Xie Cui." said the first day of the day.
After taking the milk tea, Cui Yi went back to the building, and Yan Hang took the first one to the building where he lived.
"It's not a meter or four, it's not just to your waist, right?" said behind him on the first day of the new year, "how many meters are you, how tall are you, brother."
"Why do you still talk so much." Yan Hang was happy.
"Normally, not much." He stood next to him on the first day of the new year and looked at the elevator. "I haven't taken it yet. I have taken this kind of elevator."
"Have you ever taken an elevator?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"The kind of standing, sitting, sitting." said the first day.
"This kind of person is not lying down," Yan Hang said. The elevator door opened and he walked in. "You have to stand too."
"I mean that, kind of step, step, step..." sighed on the first day of the month, "Forget it."
Yan Hang looked at him with a smile.
"That... Kind... Step... Ladder..." I said it again with a drag on the first day of thinking.
"I know." Yan Hang said with a smile.
Yan Hang's house is a small apartment, very small, but it is well decorated and more advanced than the one rented by them before.
There is also a small balcony facing the mountain, a little envious on the first day of the new year.
There are eight people in his dormitory, and he hasn't grabbed the upper bunk closest to the window.
"Why don't you wash it first? Just run out of sweat," Yan Hang opened the closet, "I'll find you clothes."
"Well," Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang, "Are you going to work now?"
"At work," Yan Hang took out a set of his own sportswear. "In a western restaurant in a hotel, it was pretty good. I wanted to go to the back kitchen, but now I might have to be promoted to the foreman."
"Ah," was suddenly a little excited on the first day of the new year, "so awesome."
"But I want to go to the back kitchen," Yan Hang smiled and handed him the clothes. "You can wear this suit. There is one now. It won't be big."
"Yes, I'll be there one meter and four before, to your waist." said the first day of the new year.
"It's not over, right," Yan Hang sighed, "I was wronged when I first ate something, so I recovered so soon?"
"Little, kid, it's all like this." Chuyi smiled, holding Yan Hang's clothes and preparing to take a shower. Today, I ran outside for a day. The climate here is more humid than the one at home. I really want to take a bath.
"I'll find you a pair of underwear." Yan Hang opened the drawer again, took a box out and opened it, and took a pair of underwear out of it.
The first time I saw it, I was stunned: "This..."
"Children," Yan Hang shook his red and white underwear, "how youthful."
"Are there middle-aged, middle-aged and senior citizens, are there any money?" asked the first day of the month.
"No." Yan Hang threw the underwear on him.
"Why do you buy this, like this?" The first day of the first day looked at the underwear.
"This box has plain colors and stripes. The one exposed is black. I bought it. When I came back, I took it apart and found that there were two zebras," Yan Hang said, "Go and wash it. Is it better than your red underwear."
Yan Hang can still remember his red underwear. He didn't know if he should be moved or embarrassed on the first day. To be honest, he still wore red underwear today.
He was not willing to spend the money he saved, so he bought a few sets of clothes and underwear, and he was reluctant to buy new ones before they broke.
The red underwear was bought at the vegetable market, three pairs for ten yuan.
The quality is not bad.
This quality is not bad, which means that the color does not fade.
Many things bought in the vegetable market faded. The face towels were still avatar-like after using them for a week. The white clothes disappeared after washing several times with the clothes in the vegetable market...
Standing in the bathroom on the first day of the junior high school, I didn't know what I was thinking about. I could think so far in a mess.
He put the clothes on the shelf and looked at the things in the bathroom.
They are all very advanced. I can’t tell what is in the bottle and the jar. Some of them don’t have a single Chinese character.
On the first day of the new year, I sighed that I was really earthy, and then he leaned forward to look at the bottles.
"First day." Yan Hang suddenly knocked on the door twice.
"Huh?" Chu Yi was taken aback, and after covering his crotch with his hand, he remembered that he was still dressed up.
He went over and opened the door.
"Shampoo, shower gel." Yan Hang helped him take two bottles out and put them on the sink.
"What are those, what?" Chu Yi pointed to the bottle on the shelf.
"It's all shampoo and shower gel," Yan Hang said, "throw it there if it doesn't work."
"The first, rich, isn't it the same?" said the first day.
"Yes," Yan Hang said, "Envy you?"
"Envy." Chuyi smiled.
Yan Hang has always used things that are quite the richest man, and they are all things he has never seen before, such as the bottle of Ecstasy that he has been hiding and never willing to spray.
Sometimes when I think about it, I feel emboldened. A person like Yan Hang is handsome, free and easy, smart, good at English, and a very foreign life... How can he be friends with himself.
Although he practiced boxing every day, he was still very earthy.
He undressed and unscrewed the sprinkler.
The water temperature has been adjusted, and the weather is still not cold. The water temperature is slightly warm. When I slide over my body, I feel that my pores are fully opened.
On the first day of the new year, he held the wall, lowered his head and buried himself in the water spray from the sprinkler.
After rushing for a while, he took the shampoo and poured it out. It was very lightly scented. Brother Xiaotian got the same shampoo.
Then take the shower gel and get it again.
Although it didn't make much sense to get the same paragraph, he still felt happy.
After taking a shower on the first day of the junior high school, he walked out with the clothes he had washed and wanted to ask where the clothes were hanging. He saw Yan Hang sitting on the bay window in the living room smoking a cigarette.
Maybe he was in a daze with his cigarettes, he didn't turn around when he came out on the first day, he probably didn't hear it.
The first day of the junior high school stood still and looked at him.
Yan Hang tilted his head and turned his face out of the window. The red halo of neon lights flashing outside hit his side of his face, jumping, making Yan Hang's whole person look extraordinarily quiet.
I could stand for two minutes on the first day of the junior high school without daring to speak out.
"It's finished?" Yan Hang said suddenly.
"Hey!" Chu Yi was taken aback. He thought it was his secret observation and the result suddenly reversed, which made him very embarrassed and sat down on the chair next to him.
"Why do you wash your clothes?" Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him, "Just throw the washing machine and wash it together."
"Get used to it." The first day of junior high school stood up.
"Let's dry the balcony," Yan Hang pinched the cigarette, jumped out of the bay window, reached out to pick up his clothes, "I happen to have a pile of clothes left to dry."
"Oh." Chu Yi said, turned around and went back to the bathroom, took out the clothes washed before in the washing machine, put them in the basin, and carried them out again.
"The soul of Changgong will live forever," Yan Hang sighed, "Go."
Yan Hang estimated that a few days' clothes were packed together and washed together, a lot of them, including the clothes hangers on the first day of the new year, almost not enough hangers.
After drying the clothes and returning to the living room, Yan Hang went to take a bath.
I stood there for a while on the first day of the new year, wandered around in the living room, and then sat on the bay window and looked out.
Yan Hang's old habit has not changed, just sitting on the windowsill and looking out.
There is actually nothing outside, a tall building, the light from the dotted windows, and all kinds of lights on the roof of the tall building, some flashing, some not flashing.
The window was open, and the air was obviously moist. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths on the first day of the month.
He likes the taste.
I like this western city and the people here.
When he was about to go to the balcony to have a look again, his cell phone rang.
Take a look at it, it's auntie.
He hesitated for a while and answered the phone: "Little, auntie?"
"You are very good! Very good! Very good, good!" Aunt's voice came out, "I'm growing up, right? You're a man!"
"I..." I didn't know what to say on the first day.
"I don't know if you have gone so far without going to your house, will I know that you have gone so far!" The aunt's voice was quite loud.
"I... I'm afraid, I'm afraid you... say me." The first day of the junior high school whispered.
He came here to go to school, basically only his family and the boxing gym knew about him, and he didn't dare to say anything about his grandparents and aunt.
Although he always wanted to leave, he was always afraid of being blocked, especially the people he felt close to, grandparents, and aunts. If any of these people said that you shouldn't go that far, he might hesitate.
"I say you, I say you, what can I say to you, and I am afraid that I say you, why are you not afraid of me scolding you now?" The aunt sighed, "This kid! Are you settled at school now?" "
"Well," Chu nodded a little, "I'm staying now, the school is pretty, big, and very good."
"Have you bought the things that should be bought? The money has been paid?" the aunt asked.
"It's all done," said the first day of the month.
"He said it's all done," the aunt should have turned away to talk to the little uncle, and then turned back, "I'll transfer some money to you in a while, you are over there, don't save too much."
"I have," said quickly on the first day of the new year, "I have been looking for a job in two or two days."
"You are looking for you, and there is no conflict," the aunt said, "I prepared a red envelope for you when you were in high school. I went to your house today to take you out and buy some school supplies."
"Thank you, auntie." The first day of the month said softly.
When Yan Hang came out of the shower, he looked down at the screen of his phone on the first day of the new year, staring at the five thousand yuan that his aunt had transferred him.
"Yo," Yan Hang took a look at it, "God of Wealth, he's quite rich?"
"I'm young, auntie," said a little embarrassedly on the first day of junior high school.
"Don't worry about part-time work," Yan Hang said, "just get used to the new environment for a while."
"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.
Yan Hang entered the bedroom: "Are you sleeping?"
"I might," followed him into the bedroom on the first day of the new year, and answered honestly, "sleeping, not sleeping, so excited."
"Sit here and talk for a while." Yan Hang sat down on the floor beside the bed, leaning against the bed.
I sat next to him on the first day of the junior high school.
The side of the bed is facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the balcony outside is made of iron railings, so the line of sight is unobstructed. If you sit down and look out, you can see the tall buildings far away just like standing on the balcony.
"You usually do this too, do you think so?" asked the first day of the month.
"It always looked like before," Yan Hang said, "I don't have time right now."
"Busy?" Lu Yi looked at him.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I want to test it."
"What's the proof?" I was curious about the first day of the new year.
"Interpreter," Yan Hang said, "Uncle Cui asked me to take the test. After all, I can't be a waiter forever."
"Ah!" In the first year of the junior high school, there is a feeling of indescribable.
Interpreter, he didn't realize what it was for a moment, it was too far away from him.
It was so far away that he couldn't find anything to continue after he finished.
"I just checked your school," Yan Hang said, "It's pretty good. The places where students find employment are good."
"I haven't checked it, too." The first day of the junior high school was a little embarrassed.
"Hold your energy and check Xiaoli's barbecue," Yan Hang smiled, "You are really..."
Looked at him on the first day of the new year.
"Aren't you afraid of me leaving?" Yan Hang asked.
"I didn't think about it." The first day of the day lowered his head and looked at the little stone on his ankle.
Yan Hang was wearing a pair of big pants, and he could see the little stone at a glance, and he smiled.
"The rope is quite strong, I'm still worried that it will break," Yan Hang retracted his leg, and flicked his finger on the small stone. "Are you still grinding the stone now?"
"No," Chuyi stretched out his hand and hooked up and down on the small stone, "It's been a long time, I haven't looked for the stone, my head is gone."
"I picked up a few downstairs," Yan Hang opened the drawer of the bedside table next to him, took out a small bag and handed it to him, "Do you have time to sharpen a bracelet for me?"
"I have time." He answered without even thinking about it.
The stones that Yan Hang picked up were pretty, some of them were white with very light patterns on them.
"You can design it and see how it looks good." Yan Hang said.
"Yeah." Chu nodded, thought about it, and asked a little hesitantly, "Is your WeChat screen, blocked me?"
"I have been useless. Apart from you, there are no other people to contact. The phone numbers have been changed." Yan Hang took out his cell phone, "Did you send me a message?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"What did you send me?" Yan Hang started downloading WeChat again.
On the first day of the first year of the new year, Yan Hang not only changed his mobile phone, but also changed the number.
If I didn't find Yan Hang this time, I might never find him.
Yan Hang clicked on WeChat, got up again, took an iron box from the shelf, and sat down.
When I opened the box, I took a quick look in the first day of the new year and saw something familiar, the pen.
"You still keep it, keep this pen and pen?" On the first day of the new year, I suddenly wanted to cry.
"Well," Yan Hang took out a mobile phone card from the box and changed it to the phone, "but it's useless, I'm afraid of losing it."
"Neither did the phone card, didn't throw it away?" asked the first day of the month.
"No, I have been paying the money." Yan Hang turned on the phone.
"It's really rich," the first day of the month said softly.
"I'm afraid you will find me." Yan Hang smiled.
"Then, then you..." Suddenly I couldn't control my emotions on the first day of the new year, and my voice trembled.
Yan Hang turned his head to look at him.
On the first day of the new year, he tried to control himself, swallowing desperately, trying to swallow the strong soreness between the nose and the forehead.
He has already cried once tonight, and he really doesn't want to cry a second time.
What a shame.
He had run so far to go to school alone, and it was a shame for such an awesome old man to cry twice a night in front of others.
From now on, Yan Hang could not only tell people that he was only one meter four in the first day of the first year, but he could also say that he couldn't stop crying at one meter four.
He is now 1.74 meters tall and has been practicing boxing for a year. This set of characters collapsed before Yan Hang could stand firm.
His nose is so sore that his eyes are narrowed.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang should have seen his emotions, and pulled a tissue from the bedside and put it in his hand.
"You are afraid that I will look for you," the first one said, tears flowed out like this, "Then you pay it, don't say anything, leave, no news, no reply, you change it, change the card , And leave a number, there is a fart, use it!"
"Even if I'm looking for you, it's fucking off, it's the machine!" The first day of the new year was a little annoyed and wiped away uncontrollable tears, "Are you stupid, son!"
Yan Hang didn't speak, just looked at him.
After a while, he said softly: "Awesome, ugly dog, you will swear? It's really damn you didn't see it?"
"I miss him, fucking, fucking!" said the first day of the new year, "don't accept it."
"Serve," Yan Hang took another tissue paper and pressed it lightly on his face twice, "I'll see what news you have sent me right away?"
"Self-portrait." Lu Yi said with a cry.
Yan Hang hadn't clicked on WeChat yet, and couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
"Laugh a shit," said the first day of the month, "new hair, type self, shoot."
Yan Hang withdrew his smile, reached out his hand to put his head back and pulled him over and pressed it on his shoulder.