Yan Hang quite likes to work in a coffee shop. The environment is good, there are not many guests, and working hours are late. After getting up in the morning, he can make himself an early breakfast and go out after eating calmly.
Dad was at home today, and he made two copies when he made early.
"What is breakfast?" Dad got up earlier than him, had already gone out the door and returned.
"Prawn omelet rice." Yan Hang brought him the plate.
"I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up his fork to poke the egg wrapper away, and then looked at him, "Where is the prawn?"
"Ding prawns and omelet rice." Yan Hang corrected his statement again.
"... How can it prove that it is a prawn after it has been cut into cubes?" Dad was a little dissatisfied.
"Do you have no taste?" Yan Hang said while eating his plate.
"No." Dad replied quickly.
"Then shrimp and omelet rice." Yan Hang felt that he should arrange for his father to have a duel with the first day.
"Well, it's acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily, "Will you go to work later?"
"Ten thirty." Yan Hang said.
"Should I visit the class?" Dad asked.
"Forgive me, Father," Yan Hang sighed, "Our boss is a man, how about you change your goal?"
"No, I can be more handsome than him." Dad picked out a shrimp and put it in his mouth, chewing seriously.
"He is not as handsome as you." Yan Hang said.
"I can hear that this evaluation is very sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.
Dad watches the city’s news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the house, and he basically only watches local news.
Yan Hang doesn't quite understand why he likes to read local news so much.
It’s okay in big cities. Local news in small cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten, and the lights there are not on, let alone in the county. The old man and the old lady in the shade came to the side.
But my dad just loves to watch. If the village didn't have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, my dad would have to watch the news in the village.
The cows of this family ate the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family drove the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family strengthened the bitch of the village...
"I'm leaving." Yan Hang put on his coat.
"Take the 154 card," Dad said, "In case your store doesn't care about lunch, you can go and install a force next to it. The waiter in the coffee shop eats Japanese food for lunch."
"... Oh." Yan Hang replied, opened the door and walked out.
After walking for a while, Yan Hang realized that he had encountered several students on the road. It was the weekend today, and he took out his mobile phone to check again.
He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he can hardly notice the date and time.
These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can't even determine the year.
But every time he noticed the date and time as suddenly as he did now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it seriously.
Sometimes you need to have such an action to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.
Because it's the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when you come for an interview.
When Yan Hang changed his work clothes and came out, he ran into the boss. The boss was named Li. He was a middle-aged man who was very pretending to be an artist. The costumes and props were very personal, but he didn't know why he didn't want to get a BOBO hair style.
"A few words," Boss Li beckoned as soon as he saw him, "Just so, you go to bake some cakes? There are too many people today, not enough."
"Yeah." Yan Hang replied, scolding his father for at least twenty seconds.
With such a name, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would almost want to answer few words.
Yan Hang was busy, bake the cake, and returned to the bar.
Occasionally, it’s okay to do a favor, but if the boss wants to use the waiter’s salary to hire a cook, that’s not it.
He will leave without delay.
That's how it treats money like papa.
Probably after running around with my dad for so many years, my dad doesn’t seem to save money, so he doesn’t have any idea about saving money. For money, enough travel expenses, rent, enough food, and as many as you can go to have a good meal. , Go get it if you don’t have it.
The way he makes money is part-time work, but he doesn't know how his father makes money.
I'm not too willing to figure it out.
"Make me a cup of latte to pack." A little girl walked to the bar with her mobile phone, and she was talking while preparing to scan the code.
"Wait a minute." Yan Hang started making coffee very neatly.
When the coffee machine started to make beans, the little girl yelled "Ah".
Yan Hang looked at her.
"Don't do it yet, don't do it, my phone... is out of power." the little girl said.
Yan Hang didn't speak
"I don't have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.
When he first came here, he saw a charger below, which was probably used by other waiters.
He bent over and felt under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, and pointed to the plug next to him: "Go there to charge."
"... Oh." The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and walked to the side, looking at him while charging.
After the coffee is ready, Yan Hang packs up the bag and puts it on the counter, beckoning to the little girl: "Come to check out."
The little girl took a cell phone with a little battery and scanned the code, finished the bill, and then trot away with her coffee in her hand.
"Yes." Boss Li said with his arms nearby.
"What?" Yan Hang turned to look at him.
"It is the first time I have seen someone who can do strong buying and selling so freely and confidently." Boss Li said.
"I... just give her a charger." Yan Hang said.
"When you say buy and don't buy, believe it or not, I will smoke you," Boss Li said, "the expression is very good."
Yan Hang recalled for a while, probably forgot to smile just now.
"I'll pay attention next time," he said.
"Don't pay attention, it's good," Boss Li said, "Isn't this just selling an extra cup of coffee, it's good, you must have the spirit of working hard to earn every penny."
"Ah." Yan Hang nodded.
After busy working until the end of the afternoon, Yan Hang felt that his legs were a little stiff, and he didn't know if the air conditioner had been turned on in the store, and his head was also a little dull.
He hasn't worked this year, and he's a little uncomfortable with standing for such a long time. He won't be tired after running for two hours. Standing for a few hours like this is tiring.
When he got dressed and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm, planning to run back and move his body.
Whenever he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard, and the unreasonable irritability is often surging when he notices it. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues pretend to greet him. did not see it.
In this state, he usually uses running to adjust.
Run for an hour to get a little sweat, take a bath and nest on the sofa, and it will be very comfortable.
But it’s not easy to run at this time. It’s the weekend. There are a lot of people on the main street and small streets. If you don’t get lost... it’s probably only the bad road with potholes by the river.
The thought of running on that road made him even more upset.
It's not good not to run, it's not good to run.
When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he hadn't decided whether or not to run here.
The intersection is a bridge, and the bridge is quite busy, but the road along the river down the narrow and broken steps along the bridge is very inconspicuous, there is no "I am a path along the river full of trees". The artistic conception.
Standing on the steps for a while, Yan Hang decided to run back from here.
But after going down the steps, he ran for more than ten meters before he stopped again.
Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the mud and rubbish beach.
And it seems to be bending over to find something.
Treasure hunter
Yan Hang was amused by his first reaction, even his irritability was diluted a little, he walked to the railing to see what the man was doing.
After a second he was stunned.
The treasure hunter is the first year of junior high school.
Yesterday, after expressing his gratitude to him and declining his status as a messenger of justice, he wanted to find a time to return the ten yuan protection fee to the first year of the junior high school, and did not intend to continue to have any dealings with this child. .
I didn't expect to see this scene again in the first day of the new year.
He stepped out of the railing and stood on the riverside staring at the first day of the first year who was rumbling intently with a stick on the beach below.
After watching it for five minutes, it was still in the same position on the first day of the junior high school, and it seemed that there was no progress.
He couldn't stand it anymore. It was not too obvious when he ran by that night. Standing here today, when the wind blew, he smelled the rotten smell coming from the river.
"Hey!" he yelled at the bottom.
There was no response in the first grade.
Stuttering.
Yan Hang squatted down and rushed down to whistle.
On the first day of the first day of the new year, the hand that held the stick back and forth suddenly stopped in the air. After two seconds, he straightened up and turned his head abruptly, and then just stood there.
"What are you doing?" Yan Hang asked.
He didn't say anything when he saw him on the first day.
"Come up!" Yan Hang shouted.
On the first day of the new year, he looked down at his feet and hesitated.
At this moment, Yan Hang could see that more than half of his shoes were not in the black mud.
"Damn," Yan Hang was a little unbearable, "Come on! Are you Martians so careless! Dirty or not!"
On the first day of the new year, he actually smiled, and he hesitated, then slowly walked to the side.
Seeing him walk on the rocks below the riverside, Yan Hang frowned and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Dong, stuff." Chu Yi looked up at him.
"Your answer to this nonsense is very standard. Come up first." Yan Hang looked to both sides. There was an iron ladder on the berm a few meters away on his left hand. It should have been down there on the first day of the new year.
On the first day of the new year, he looked at the river beach reluctantly, and then walked over to the iron ladder.
The lower half of the iron ladder is rusted off. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and push the wall to get up. It is not difficult to go down, just jump down, and it is not easy to get up, especially for the first-year students...
When Yan Hang was thinking about going over to see if he could pull him, he jumped up on the first day of the new year, grabbed the last square of the iron ladder, and then retracted his legs and kicked on the wall twice, without waiting for Yan Hang to get there. Next to the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road.
"You...you are good young man." Yan Hang was a little surprised.
"Yes, I won." said the first day of the day.
"What are you looking for?" Yan Hang walked to him and asked again.
"Pen." The first one replied, looking a little depressed.
Yan Hang remembered the notebook he had bought newly, and would he still look for it if the broken notebook fell? Did you remember the important thing on the top? But after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the first time to finish speaking.
He had to add for the first day: "Notebook?"
"Pen." The first day of junior high school raised his voice a little bit.
"Oh, pen?" Yan Hang then reacted.
Things like paper and pens are quite far away from his life. I can only guess that pens are worth a bit more than books
but…
"Are you just a pen?" Yan Hang couldn't understand the brain circuits of their Martians.
"Yeah." Nodding at first, he took two steps back.
"Hide a fart, can I beat you?" Yan Hang felt that his irritability had been shaken by the first day of the junior high school, and he sat down on the railing next to him.
"Yes, it's smelly." The first day of the day sniffed a little embarrassedly.
"Oh." He responded.
The two fell silent.
After a moment of silence, Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi: "How could your pen fall there?"
On the first day of the year, he smiled and said nothing.
"Did someone throw it down?" Yan Hang asked.
Still did not speak in the first grade.
"Are these classmates?" Yan Hang continued to ask.
I lowered my head and stomped the mud on my shoes on the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang fumbled in his pocket, and found a pack of wet tissues that his colleague gave him during lunch.
"Here." He handed the tissue over.
On the first day of the new year, I took one out, took it out, and looked at it back and forth.
"Don't you have wet tissues on Mars?" Yan Hang said.
"Come here, I haven't seen the earth since." The first one squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on the shoes.
Yan Hang looked at him. In fact, it was a matter of whether the shoes were polished or not. A pair of very old shoes looked very old in style, and the stalls had to be the kind of stalls in the township market.
"The first day of the new year." Yan Hang called him.
"Huh?" Lu Yi looked up.
"Why are they having trouble with you?" Yan Hang asked.
On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head and continued to polish the shoes, and after wiping three pieces of black paper, he said: "Hate me."
"Why hate you?" Yan Hang jumped off the railing and squatted across to him.
"I'm knotting, stammering." said the first day.
"Because of this?" Yan Hang frowned.
There was a pause in the shoe-shining action on the first day of the new year, and after a while, he nodded: "Yeah."
Fart.
Yan Hang squinted at him and didn't ask any more.
Although it’s not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, it’s not impossible for a teenager to hate a person and sometimes you can’t find the reason. If everyone else hates it, then they hate it. If everyone else is bullied, they just follow the bullying. , For fear that his pace is not unified with the big troops and be drawn to the opposite side.
But the reaction in the first year of the junior high school was obviously not just about stuttering.
It's just that Yan Hang didn't want to ask any more. It was too difficult to communicate with the first day of the junior high school. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically did not have a sentence of more than five words.
It's an exception when it comes to playing tricks.
… Such a person can actually be silly, and Yan Hang couldn't help but stared at him again.
Fantastic.
After polishing the shoes on the first day of the new year, he left, and stared at the river beach for a while before leaving.
Yan Hang wants to ask if your pen is a golden one.
The gold-plated frame couldn't be beaten, it had to be four 9-pure gold ones.
He stayed in place for a while. It is estimated that he had already walked out of this road on the first day of the new year.
It was still light today, he didn't twist his ankle, and he saw the road in general.
Generally, the roads like this in the city are quite dirty, and I vomit when I drink too much, and I can’t find a toilet to solve it... But this road is actually quite clean.
Running all the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of the junior high school again, but he didn't find it.
When he got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.
One dish, one soup.
Chinese cabbage leaves are cooked in soup, and Chinese cabbage is used to stir-fry prawns.
"Have you seen it, it's called a prawn, move," Dad said, "drink two cups?"
Yan Hang nodded, very moved.
Dad has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan Hang no longer remembers how old he was when he drank for the first time. In short, Dad just said, "Drink two cups, and they can sit down and drink two cups." .
Today, Dad's mood doesn't seem to be too good. He doesn't say a word when he drinks, but just drank his head.
Yan Hang remained silent.
He didn't come back to his senses until today's date was mentioned in the TV news.
He didn't remember the date when he went out in the morning.
Every year on this day, my dad will be depressed for a day or two.
He never asked, but he kept guessing that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.
These two cups were a little too much for their father because of their drunkenness. When Yan Hang fell on the bed dazedly, he felt the sleepiness of a long absence.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep until the next day Dad came to wake him up.
I bought it early, soy milk fritters.
"No more Chinese cabbage soup?" Yan Hang yawned.
"I'll cook it for you tonight." Dad said.
"I'll cook at night," Yan Hang said, "don't do it, the prawns won't die."
Dad dangling deep fried dough sticks for a long time.
Yan Hang strolled to the coffee shop and touched the ten dollars in his pocket. Yesterday he forgot to return the money to the first day of the junior high school.
Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can go to the garbage dump with a pen.
He took out his cell phone as he walked, intending to send a message to the first day of the junior high school and make an appointment to give him the money.
Before the phone was touched up, I heard someone nearby shouting, "Boss—"
Yan Hang tilted his head and glanced along the voice.
There were two people at the bus stop on the side of the road. After he looked over, both of them quickly turned away, looking like they didn't know anything.
Yan Hang couldn't recognize the road, and he was still okay to recognize people, not to mention that he had already met twice.
Small miscellaneous pieces No. 1 and No. 2.
He felt a little irritable at the thought of stepping on the trash and black mud to find a pen on the first day of the first year of the junior high school. He was a bit irritable for the stubborn temperament of the first day of the junior high school, and even more for those classmates who took him to make fun when nothing was wrong.
He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two men.
The second who pretended to be watching the stop sign touched the first with his arm, and the two of them tilted their heads at the same time, probably seeing him.
When Yan Hang was a few meters away from them, they both turned and ran at the same time, and they ran wildly in two directions.
"Fuck me?" Yan Hang quickly picked Xiao Zaxian No.1 and chased it.
waste! Think that if you can't fight or fight, you can run it!