On the first day of the junior high school, I went around in the dormitory. When the group of people left, they seemed to be fleeing. Everything was thrown in a mess. He put everything in place, checked the window power supply and so on again, and then took the bag. , I stuffed two changes of clothes...
Go to Yan Hang's house!
Hahaha went to Yan Hang's house!
Go to Yan Hang's house for eleven!
La la la! Hahaha!
On the first day of the junior high school, he bounced back and forth while packing up his own things, and from time to time he punched the air a few times: "Huh! Huh! Huh!"
After he was done, he carried the bag out of the dormitory, closed the door, locked it, pushed the door again, and ran downstairs after making sure that it was locked.
There are no more students in their dormitory floor. They are all freshmen. They have been looking forward to returning home for a month.
There are still people in the dormitory downstairs, and some people just come back from a meal and eat in the hallway while chatting.
If it were not for Yan Hang, he would have to guard the empty fourth floor by himself for the last few days. Every day he was stunned. There was no tree hole here, there was no place to talk, and he could only lie down on the bed and move towards the small loop. It's written in this book.
I slowed down on the first day of the new year, and suddenly missed the tree a little, and the tree hole whose edges were smoothed by my face and hands.
He is now in a beautiful big city, with Yan Hang, mountains and seas, and classmates... If he returns home, he will probably lie on a tree hole and say non-stop for half an hour.
He didn't go to the cafeteria for dinner. He went to Yan Hang's house after the meal. He would just hit the evening rush hour. The car was too crowded. It's better to leave early and go over to Xiao Li's barbecue.
After getting on the bus, he sent a message to Yan Hang.
-I got in the car
-Well, stay by yourself for a while, I'm off work late today
-Do not bother me
After returning to the news on the first day of the new year, holding the mobile phone and waiting for a while, Yan Hang did not care about him as he said, so he put the mobile phone back into his bag.
When I got off the bus, the sky was already dark, and the coming wind was chilling.
The restaurants on both sides were brightly lit, and people on the road walked in a hurry.
Standing on the side of the road on the first day of the junior high school, waiting for the green light to cross the street, I felt the kind of flustered loneliness that belongs to autumn.
However, compared with the previous feeling of wanting to go home in a hurry, and still being unable to get rid of it, now he can experience this kind of "loneliness".
Behind him is the dormitory. Although everyone has gone home, the mobile phone WeChat is full of their news. Yan Hang's family is in front. Although Yan Hang has not returned yet, the key is with the security guard.
He ran across the street and ran all the way into the community.
The security guard at the gate already knew him and smiled while saluting, and the security guard downstairs also knew him.
"Brother is here?" The security guard greeted him standing on the edge of the grass in the small garden.
"Well," Chu Yi looked at the apple in his hand, "Hey the hedgehog, how about it?"
"Yes," the security guard said with a smile, "I'll get you the key."
"No, no hurry," Chu shook his bag behind him, "where is the hedgehog?"
"Here," the security guard knelt down and handed an apple into the grass. "Have you seen it?"
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled. Hedgehog didn't seem to have changed too much from last time, but he felt fatter. "It's good to be fat, a lot."
"Eat a lot in autumn," said the security guard, "have to hibernate then."
"Where is the winter, hibernation?" asked the first day of the month.
"A drill in the haystack and wood," said the security guard, "I'll just pile up some grass and leaves for him then."
This description of the security guard did not know why it made Chu Yi feel so gentle, a small hedgehog’s own nest, wood, grass, and leaves, piled up a small space.
He has always wanted to have it but has never been able to.
The dormitory is pretty good now, and the curtains are down.
On the first day of the new year, after watching the hedgehog eat three apples, he took the key and went upstairs.
The warmth that came when he opened the door made him squint comfortably.
He threw the bag on the sofa, stood on the balcony for a while, turned into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to take a look.
There are a lot of ingredients and various seasonings in it, but he can't understand it. Originally, he wanted to get something to eat before Yan Hang came back. Now, looking at the western food ingredients in the refrigerator, he can only give up. .
After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to Xiao Li’s barbecue to pack.
When Yan Hang came back, the two of them could have a barbecue while watching TV.
It's perfect.
When Yan Hang returned to the restaurant, the guests had almost left, and several waiters were cleaning up.
"I filled in today's work log for you," Zhang Chen handed him the logbook. "Look if you have anything to add."
"Thank you." Yan Hang said.
"How about the guest?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.
Today, the meal delivered to the guest by their back chef was not prepared according to the guest's remarks. He and Manager Tang just went to the room to re-deliver the meal to the guest and apologize.
"Not so happy," Yan Hang sighed softly, "Or else I wouldn't be tossing for almost an hour."
"I think it's an old lady, I think it's easy to talk." Zhang Chen stuck out his tongue.
"It's very hard to talk, but there is no way," Yan Hang looked at the work log, "The fault is us... Do you still have your kind of tea? Give me a cup."
"Wait." Zhang Chen took out his thermos and poured him a cup of tea.
Yan Hang didn't know what kind of tea it was. Anyway, there were a bunch of flowers and plants, and things that looked like small wooden sticks, but the taste was good, and it was refreshing after drinking.
"Hey, Brother Hang, I'll ask you," Zhang Chen looked at no one next to him, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you and Ma idiot?"
"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at her.
"He told Sister Wang that you have a background in the underworld," Zhang Chen laughed as he said, "I also told the people in their group."
"Does anyone believe it?" Yan Hang smiled.
"Who believe it," Zhang Chen said with a smile while covering his mouth, "the gangster doesn't even have a tattoo."
"... How about I go buy some stickers tomorrow." Yan Hang was very convinced that Zhang Chen had judged the underworld in such a simple and rude way.
"I think it's OK." Zhang Chen nodded.
"Hurry up and pack it up." Yan Hang closed the log and put it in the drawer.
Today, I went home about 20 minutes earlier than Yan Hang planned. When he passed by Xiao Li’s barbecue, he hesitated and took out his cell phone to ask Chu Yi to have a barbecue.
"Brother, I want to eat barbecue." The uncle walked out of the shop, leaning against the door and said with a smile.
"You wave another veil." Yan Hang said.
"No need to come in," the uncle waved his hand, "your brother just came here and ordered a lot of them and took them back."
"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.
"Don't lie to you, really," said the uncle, "you can still run him a few steps now."
"Thank you," Yan Hang smiled, "Then I will try."
Yan Hang hesitated and ran to the community.
When entering the gate, he rushed to the guard and asked, "My brother just went in?"
The guard nodded, and gestured: "I'm hungry for such a big barbecue."
Yan Hang chased forward for a while, and saw the first day of the first day walking ahead.
Carrying a large bag of barbecue in one hand, while holding a mobile phone in the other hand.
Yan Hang took a light step, leaned quickly, and fumbled in his pocket, looking for a murder weapon.
In the end, I only touched the lighter that I gave him on the first day of the new year.
He stretched out his arm when he was one step away from the beginning of the first year, and when he was about to pass the first year of the first year, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
Yan Hang was taken aback.
On the first day of the new year, he was also taken aback and turned his head back abruptly.
Yan Hang didn't care about the phone, and the play had started and had to be finished.
He grabbed the shoulders of the first day of junior high school, and put the lighter on the head of the first day of junior high school: "Don't move."
"Big, big, big brother forgive me, life." Chu Yi was stunned.
At this time, his stuttering coordination was perfect.
Yan Hang held back a smile: "Take out the money."
"Bought them all and grilled them," said the first day of the new year. "Or you, you can burn, roast, and take away."
Yan Hang hit the lighter with a wrong finger.
A small flame burst out.
Then they both smelled a burnt smell at the same time, and they froze together.
"Fuck me!" Yan Hang quickly retracted his hand to turn on the ignition mechanism, "Where is it?"
"Hair," he put his finger on his stomach as soon as he finished speaking, "pop!"
"Ah!" Yan Hang covered his stomach and staggered back for two steps, "I didn't expect you to be such a person..."
"Papa!" Chuyi shot him twice with his fingers, then put his fingers to his mouth and blew.
Yan Hang laughed: "The acting is good."
I laughed at this moment on the first day of the junior high school: "Why are you, why didn't you get off work? Send a message and tell me?"
"I only remembered when I got into the car, I was too lazy to get my phone," Yan Hang said while holding the phone, "I didn't know when I just called..."
"I did it," said the first day of the new year. "Just after the first pass, there was a fright from behind, so I jumped."
"Buying so many barbecues?" Yan Hang opened the bag and looked inside.
"Let's have a late night snack together," said the first day of the day, "I see you, there are beer and beer there."
"Barbecue beer movie," Yan Hang said, "Is that what you think?"
"Yes," Chu Yi smiled, "I haven't tried, I have."
"Poor little boy," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders, and walked to the side of the building together, "In addition to running a walk at night, you used to go up to the riverside to hold your face for a while, what other projects do you have? "
"Sit at the desk, froze, froze," said the first day of the new year, "I can froze for one night."
Yan Hang sighed.
"However, afterwards, I was in the boxing hall," said the first day of the new year, "I have to work and clean up."
"How much was it for a month at that time?" Yan Hang asked.
"One thousand three," the first day of the new year thought for a while, "no, one thousand, eight."
"Clean up and clean?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "Who do you suffer from?"
"One time I taught, I practiced punching, punching," the first day of the junior high school was suddenly a little proud, "saying that I won the plus, five hundred."
"You won?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." Chu nodded, suddenly felt as if he had become a boxer.
A generation of boxers native dogs.
"Someday we have time to find a place to try," Yan Hang said, "I really have to try to see if you are really so good."
"I'll let you lose if you lose," said the first day of the day.
"Do you want a face? If you win, you are the best. If you lose, you let me?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded solemnly.
In fact, no matter whether he was fighting or fighting with others, he would not consider these.
Only Yan Hang, he couldn't judge.
He hadn't seen Yan Hang fist or fight too much, and the opponent's strength was too weak for the two hands-on attempts with people, and Yan Hang had no room to play.
I always feel that Yan Hang is just like Uncle Yan, a master who lives in the mountains and does not show up easily.
When I got home, it was completely dark. The curtains in the room were all open, and I could see the dark sky outside and the lights under the sky.
Standing at the window on the first day of the junior high school, I was a little surprised.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang stood behind him and put his elbow on his shoulder.
"You," Chu Yi tilted his head and glanced at his elbow, "I am long and not tall anymore."
"Really," Yan Hang pressed down hard on his elbow, "has it affected your two-meter career?"
"Our dormitory is just me and Wu, Xu is the shortest." Chu Yi sighed.
"You should be very happy if there is someone shorter than you," Yan Hang laughed, turned and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, "Go, stand by the wall, and I'll measure it for you."
On the first day of the new year, stand to the wall and paste it up.
Yan Hang took the book and drew a line on the top of his head.
On the first day of the year, he raised his eyes and took a look.
I don't know why, every time he sees Yan Hang's book, he will have a peculiar feeling. Normally, he doesn't feel that Yan Hang is related to the book.
Yan Hang is like a swordsman walking in the arena.
But I heard Yan Hang speak English, sing English songs, and watch... Before he could read the title of the book clearly, Yan Hang had already taken the book away, took the ruler and began to measure it against the wall.
On the first day of the new year, I looked at the purple-covered book next to me: "That's your mouth, mouth, mouth..."
Yan Hang tilted his head to look at him: "Stop it."
The first day of the new year stopped.
"I always think that if you continue speaking, there will be some amazing words that will pop out," Yan Hang said, "that was recommended to me by a young lady. It is an interpretation teaching material."
"Interpretation," the first time a pair of unfamiliar words must have a familiarization process, "what's the matter, no?"
Yan Hang smiled without saying a word, looked at the ruler, "One hundred and seventy... Seven?"
"Long!" As soon as I heard it, I slapped the wall excitedly, "Three! Three centimeters!"
"As for," Yan Hang looked at him, "I don't know that you have grown three meters."
On the first day of the year, he smiled and said nothing.
Growing up really makes him very happy. He didn’t feel much before. Grandma said that he was not tall because his mother was not tall, and his father was not tall. My aunt was also worried because he had no nutrition when he was a child. Keep up, and always frightened.
So he has been worried since he started to grow longer, fearing that he would not grow longer if he is not careful.
Now suddenly he realized that he was a little taller. He didn't want to do any happy work on the sofa. He watched Yan Hang as he went in and out of the kitchen and took out the pot and seasonings and put them in front of him.
He jumped up when he almost finished taking everything: "I'll get it, get it..."
"Sit down," Yan Hang said, "It's finished, I'm going to count you time, how long will three centimeters make you happy?"
"You don't understand." He sat down on the first day of the new year.
"I don't understand anything, I didn't worry at all when I was 1.5 meters away." Yan Hang turned on the induction cooker.
"Uncle Yan is tall," he thought after he finished speaking, "are you still long now?"
"Nonsense," Yan Hang said, "I'm only 19 years old, I can just pour a little water and I can go another one or two meters."
The first day of the new year laughed out.
Yan Hang has set up a projector at home, which can display a large screen on the wall. When sitting on the sofa, it feels like sitting in a movie theater.
There are also speakers. I have been here several times in the first day of the new year, and today I discovered that the two silver stick-like gadgets next to the TV cabinet are speakers.
"Yan Hang," Chu Yi couldn't help being a little worried, "Your money is all so defeated, right?"
"Well," Yan Hang adjusted the picture and sound effects, and glanced at him, "I'm used to it. I spend as much as I want and don't keep any money."
The first day of the new year sighed.
"Are you still worried about me?" Yan Hang smiled, "I just wanted to tell you. I interrupted and forgot. I asked my colleague. She has a job in a small restaurant. I want to find someone special. The night waiter..."
"I don't, can't it," said the first day of the new year, "I said, I don't understand."
"How much does the waiter have to say," Yan Hang said. "They don't cook dinner in the evening. They mainly bring a drink to the young couple shopping for a snack or something, without talking."
Nothing in the first day of the junior high school.
This part-time job is very suitable. He wants to go very much, but... He feels a little frustrated when he thinks of the waiter. In case the customer asks something, he can't figure out what to do for a long time.
"Go try it," Yan Hang said, "you have to do a lot of things before you know it. If it doesn't work, don't do it, what's the worry."
After hesitating for two seconds on the first day of the new year, he nodded: "Okay."
"Ready to eat," Yan Hang put the butter in the pot to melt, put a handful of skewers in, "the remote control is at your hand, you can choose a movie to watch."
When I reached for the remote control on the first day of the new year, I saw a silver ball on the coffee table. There were many thin eyes on the ball, which looked very beautiful and very textured.
"What is this, what?" asked the first day.
"A small bluetooth speaker can also be used as a night light," Yan Hang took it, turned on the switch, shook his hand aside, and a thin yellow light lit up in his small eyes, "Don't you know?"
"I haven't seen this, such a high-level thing." The first day of the day took the ball and looked around in a circle.
"I mean you don't know this..." Yan Hang looked at him, "This is a birthday present from Zhou Chunyang."
"What, what?" The first day was stunned.
"After my birthday, he went to the store to eat with his dad," Yan Hang said, "Take it over, I thought you knew it."
"I don't know." Chu Yi stared at the ball in his hand.
Zhou Chunyang!
Those few nights who weren't in the dormitory went to Yan Hang's restaurant one day!
He even gave Yan Hang a birthday present!
How did he know Yan Hang's birthday!
Oh, I told him.
Then how could he go quietly to give gifts!
Why can't it
... just can't!
Just can't!
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang touched him and put two skewers of lamb on the plate in front of him. "There is no contradiction between you two?"
"No," on the first day of the new year, he put down the alarm clock and took a bite of a bunch of mutton. "He Jing, do you often go there?"
"Not very often, two or three times, all with his dad," Yan Hang said, "I just learned that his dad is our hotel VIP."
"Especially, money." said the first day.
"Well, it's okay." Yan Hang smiled.
On the first day of the junior high school, I couldn’t tell what kind of mood I was now. I said it was blocked or not. I was depressed. It seemed inaccurate. I always felt that I was stuck in a corner of my body. Can't find where.
It's just very irritating.
"I'll pick a movie," Yan Hang took the remote control. "Would you like to watch a horror movie? Let's have dinner."
"I don't know." On the first day of the junior high school, he was a little confused. He had almost no memory of movies. When he was in elementary school, he saw the school's anti-trafficking educational film, but he didn't seem to have seen anything else.
"We native dog probably haven't watched a movie," Yan Hang sighed. "Come on with one of them. I haven't watched this yet."
"Okay." On the first day, he looked at the title, the master key.
Probably the story of a locksmith.
Speaking of the locksmith, he turned his head and looked at Yan Hang on the first day of the new year: "I can open and unlock."
"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him, and then turned around and glanced at the title for a moment, then laughed so that his chopsticks fell to the ground.
"Really." said the first day.
"Hey," Yan Hang sighed in joy, put his chin on the top of his head with his arm around him, picked up the chopsticks and handed it to him, "Go, wash it, and you will be happy. of."
After Chu went to wash the chopsticks together, he realized, "No, it's not a locksmith?"
"You shut up." Yan Hang just stopped and didn't smile. He laughed so suddenly that he dropped a bunch of shrimps on the table.
He was a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school. He would not be so stupid that he was going to be put off. The main reason was the sudden appearance of Zhou Chunyang's small speaker and night light, which made him feel bad.
The movie seemed quite scary. I was eating and watching the movie, and I was still thinking about Zhou Chunyang, and I could see the hairs on my body standing up.
"How many more cans?" Yan Hang shook the empty beer can.
"I'll just do it again, one can, and it's OK." said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang got up and went to the kitchen. He took out his cell phone and quickly sent a message to Zhou Chunyang.
-You gave Yan Hang a gift
Zhou Chunyang is probably playing on a mobile phone, and he responded quickly.
-Well, it was also given to me by someone else. I don’t need it, so I just gave it to him.
Not a gift specially bought
The first day of the new year suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
-How do you like it? I have another one here, I will bring you back to school
Zhou Chunyang sent another one.
Seeing this news, I didn't know how to reply on the first day of the new year, and suddenly felt like a fool.
-I can't use it
-Mobile phones can also be used, the Bluetooth one, the one is black, and the one for Yan Hang is exactly a pair
…
…
Holding the mobile phone on the first day of the new year, I suddenly felt embarrassed that I didn't know how to explain to Zhou Chunyang.