"What's the matter?" Yan Hang stood in front of his cabinet. He just opened the door to take out his clothes to change. He stopped when he heard the sentence on the first day of the new year, "What happened?"
"No, no," hesitated on the first day of the new year, "nothing happened, nothing happened."
"Then what are you afraid of?" Yan Hang leaned on the cabinet and asked softly.
"I don't know." The voice of the first year of junior high school was a little dull.
"Where are you now?" Yan Hang didn't ask him.
The sentence "I'm afraid" in the first year of junior high made Yan Hang a little distressed. He didn't know if he thought of himself or the previous first year of junior high.
There are many things a person is afraid of. Sometimes it is afraid of a certain person, a certain thing, a certain feeling, and sometimes it is for no reason, not aware of the reason, but simply afraid.
"By the river." There was still a slight tremor in the voice of the first year of junior high school.
"Is there the tree hole?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
"I've spoken in the tree hole," Yan Hang smiled, "Go and listen, see if you can hear it?"
"Say, say, what's up?" The first day of the day was a little surprised.
"How can I tell you what I told the tree hole," Yan Hang said, "you go and listen."
On the first day of the junior high school, he probably walked to the tree hole. After a while, he said again: "Are you, didn't you call me Tu, Tu dog?"
Yan Hang laughed: "Have you heard?"
"I guess." The first day of the day also smiled.
"I really called a local dog." Yan Hang said.
"Wh, what time is it, what's the matter?" There was no trembling in the voice of the first day of junior high school, and it sounded better.
"Before I leave," Yan Hang said, "I went there to talk to you individually."
"Really?" The voice of the first day of junior high school rose up.
"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.
There was no talking for a long time on the first day of the middle school, and finally he sighed: "You are very intelligent, and you don't seem to have a good IQ, not very good, high."
Yan Hang laughed for a long time.
In fact, what he said in the tree hole that day, he himself could no longer repeat it completely, but he still remembers the feeling at that time.
Now that I think about it, it feels a little weird.
They would actually have a day to eat and chat together, or even sit on the balcony to watch the moon together.
So earthy, so cautious, so unassuming in the first year of the junior high school, but can bring such an incredible, itself is quite incredible.
After chatting with Yan Hang for a while, Chu Yi felt a little calmer.
After hanging up the phone, he sat by the river until more than ten o'clock. The night breeze was already very cold. He didn't wear enough clothes on his body, and he couldn't stand the cold. So he got up and walked back slowly.
The feeling that he felt scared by Yan Hang was still in his heart, but after hearing Yan Hang's voice, he was suppressed by the relief and relaxation.
Before seeing Yan Hang, he didn't dare to think carefully about what was going on.
Perhaps only when he sees Yan Hang, meets Yan Hang, face to face unavoidable, he can figure it out.
Right now he just needs to go home, let alone think about this feeling, he will feel irritable even thinking about what time to sleep and starting point.
The house is like a pool of stagnant water. When the door is opened, there is only the sound of the TV in the living room.
My mother was probably asleep, with the door closed, and grandpa was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV in a daze.
He took a towel and toothbrush from his bag to wash, and found that the faucet of the washbasin in the toilet was broken, and he had to open the main gate directly with water.
He sighed. There is a spare faucet at home. Grandpa bought it while wandering in the second-hand market. If it is broken, it is usually repaired by my dad and grandpa.
Now it seems that grandpa's energy to change the faucet is gone.
He went to the drawer and found an old faucet, found the tape and wrench, and replaced the faucet.
He was a little panicked watching the water flowing out while holding on to the edge of the pool.
This family used to be like this, full of anger, dissatisfaction, suspicion and mutual hurt, but it has never been like this, making him feel dilapidated.
The feeling that it will collapse at any time.
After washing and returning to the living room, my grandfather had already entered the room to sleep.
When he also entered the room to sleep, he found that his little bed had been torn down, and there were two cardboard boxes stacked on the place where he put the bed, and there were probably some of his sundries in it.
He was stunned, returned to the living room, and opened the drawer of his small desk.
There was nothing in the drawer. He took away everything he would use at any time. There were some books and gadgets left, some broken pens, half a bottle of ink, small glass balls...
They are all worthless and useless things.
But when he opened the drawer and found that they were gone, he was still a little sad.
The drawer was very full, grandma's comb, cigarette case, grandpa's tea, and even a few packets of pepper aniseed.
This small desk and that bed are probably the places he remembers most in this home, especially the small desk. When the lamp is turned on, the small area illuminated by the light is his only independent space.
He froze for a while at the desk, walked to the sofa and lay down, took the quilt covered by the legs of his grandmother next to him, and closed his eyes.
-I went to see grandpa and grandma today, and stayed at grandpa and grandma's house tonight
-I wanted to go to the boxing gym first. Coach He and they went home on holiday. I will go to the airport tomorrow morning.
The news came early in the morning on the first day of the new year.
Just after getting off the bus, Yan Hang returned a message to him as he walked to the hotel.
-Forgot to ask you to take another box of moon cakes back
-I bought moon cakes and fruit
-Then you accompany your grandparents today, I will pick you up at the airport tomorrow
-How do you have time, I know how to leave by myself
Yan Hang smiled. When he entered the hotel door, he habitually glanced aside while typing. He didn't know if it was an illusion, an illusion or something else. He felt that someone was watching him over the flower garden.
He stopped, turned his head and looked over.
There is a sidewalk on the flower garden, and there are many people coming and going. Just standing for three to five seconds, there can be seven or eight people walking past.
In theory, no matter whether anyone is watching him there, he should not be able to see clearly.
-Don't worry if you have time
He returned the news to the first day of the month and walked into the hotel.
Every day's work is almost the same. After changing to the new scheduling method, everyone gradually adapts. As long as no one makes a mistake and no guests make trouble, his work will be repeated throughout the day.
But today’s work is slightly different. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is a western restaurant, it also has to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival. Evening tables are also booked out.
Today, he has to stare at people to check the holiday-related decorations and preparations in the store again.
"Manager Tang came here and asked us to find a few people to sing the English version to the guests during dinner. I hope it will last forever." Zhang Chen stood at the bar with a face of collapse.
"What?" Yan Hang was stunned, "What are you singing?"
"When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine..." Zhang Chen sang a sentence, and then added another sentence, "In the English version, let Xiaoyan translate it."
"I turned..." Yan Hang was helpless, "A ghost."
He went directly to Manager Tang. Let’s not talk about anything else. During dinner, everyone was as busy as a dog. Where can I arrange someone, or "a few people" to sing, and I have to learn the English version now
And the lyrics translation is different from the usual translation, the same as the number of words and rhyme, or you can't sing it, it's better to come directly to Fly Me to the Moon.
"Manager Tang," Yan Hang knocked on the door and entered the office, "just about singing..."
"What do you think? Although it is a western restaurant, this is also our traditional festival. It has more atmosphere and more meaning." Manager Tang said with a smile.
When Yan Hang looked at his expression, he knew that it was impossible to cancel the singing session. Manager Tang was obviously satisfied with his ideas, and he might also think that he could get the Best Creative Award from the Food and Beverage Department.
"I think it's more appropriate to sing Chinese?" Yan Hang could only retreat temporarily.
"Why? Wouldn't it be good for foreign guests to understand?" Manager Tang said.
"This is our traditional festival. Would it be interesting for foreign guests to experience the original holiday atmosphere?" Yan Hang said, "Eating Chinese mooncakes and listening to Chinese songs? It's not easy to understand the lyrics when translated into English. The charm of Chinese poetry..."
"Well," Manager Tang was lost in thought, "makes sense."
"Then..." Yan Hang looked at him.
"It makes sense," Manager Tang pointed at him, "just do what you said, sing in Chinese."
"Good." Yan Hang nodded.
"No-yes-right -" Zhang Chen and the other two waitresses stretched out their voices, looking sad.
"I have already fought for it. It is my deepest feelings for you before you learn English now," Yan Hang said. People who have the opportunity to leave work two hours in advance, use their own arrangements some day."
"Can you come two hours late?" Zhang Chen asked.
"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.
The three girls gritted their teeth and agreed.
"In fact, it's still giving you face," Zhang Chen said. "If it's such an embarrassing thing, even if Tang personally said it and gave us a day off, we might not agree to it."
"Yes." The other two girls echoed.
"Thank you." Yan Hang clasped his fists.
-Do you still have traffic
When Yan Hang sent the news, the first day of the new year was sitting with his grandparents on the roof among the flowers and plants. The wind was quite cool, but the grandfather put a small stove next to him, warming the food, and it was quite comfortable.
-Yes, I don’t need it
-Come on video, five minutes
-? ? ?
Yan Hang didn't answer, so he directly sent a video, and he quickly picked it up on the first day of the new year.
In the picture is Yan Hang's restaurant, the camera is shaking, and there are many customers over there.
"What is this?" Grandpa asked.
"My friend, I watch, and the video," Chu turned his mobile phone screen to show his grandfather, "My friend is here, a special cow, a five-star hotel, a restaurant leader, and a foreman."
"Look," Grandpa pulled grandma's sleeve. "Friend of the first grade, we made a five-star foreman friend on the first grade."
"Yo," Grandma heard it, and immediately leaned over, "Where is it?"
The moment Yan Hang's face appeared on the screen, his nose suddenly sore on the first day of the new year. I didn't know what was wrong with me. It was as if I hadn't seen Yan Hang for another year. I couldn't think about it.
"Is this... Grandpa and grandma?" Yan Hang probably didn't expect that there would be other people appearing in the camera, and he was stunned.
"My grandpa, grandma," Chu Yi smiled, and pointed to the screen, "Yan Hang, my friend, friend."
"Hello, hello." Grandparents waved to the screen together.
"Hello, grandpa and grandma, happy Mid-Autumn Festival," Yan Hang said with a smile, "just right, let's listen to the song together, our restaurant's... show."
There was the sound of a few girls singing over there, and Yan Hang's camera turned around.
At first glance, I was a little tempted to laugh. Several young ladies stood in the middle of the restaurant, holding hands and singing: "When will there be a bright moon... Ask the blue sky about the wine..."
I heard this song on the first day, but he can't sing it. He can only sing happy birthday and counting ducks.
They all sang like chanting.
"Is this a show?" Grandma asked quietly.
"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded with a smile.
"This is a place to eat Western food," Grandpa said to her. "You look at some foreigners, and they will spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together."
After the young lady sang the song, the guests applauded, and the grandparents also applauded.
"Very interesting." Grandma said with a smile.
Yan Hang's face reappeared in the camera, and he smiled and asked, "How is it?"
"Very good," leaned back in the chair on the first day of the month, nodding with a smile, "good."
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Hang said.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival," he said on the first day of the new year, saying that his nose was sore again, so he had to turn around and hide to the side, "the moon is good, it's round."
"Tomorrow is the roundest," Yan Hang said, "Go to the beach to see it at night."
"Yeah." Chu nodded, staring at Yan Hang's face.
"I have to hang up," Yan Hang said, "I'm busy right now, I just want you to have fun."
"Okay." Chuyi laughed.
"Be good with your grandparents," Yan Hang said, "I will pick you up tomorrow."
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
After the video was hung up, he held the phone and watched it for a long time. When the screen went dark, he put the phone back in his pocket.
He knew it for the first time, and had been separated for such a day, thinking that a person could think that just staring face-to-face like this would not be relieved.
He stared at the rice bowl in front of him.
In this intense yearning, more and more panic and fear began to appear together.
He found his hands trembling when he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.
"Then do I have to buy something to eat and drink in advance?" Cui Yi handed the car key to Yan Hang.
"I bought them all," Yan Hang took the key. "After going to dinner at night, I just took the things and went directly."
"Okay," Cui Yi nodded, "then I don't care about anything."
"Just wait and eat." Yan Hang smiled.
"Drive slowly." Cui Yi pointed at him.
"I see." Yan Hang said.
The plane on the first day of the first year arrived in the afternoon. After the lunch time today, he took a two-hour leave and directly drove Cui Yi's car to pick up the first year of the first year, which was more convenient.
Actually, it’s okay to take a taxi. It’s faster than coming back to pick up the car, but he wanted to be surprised and happy on the first day of the first day. The mood on the first day of the two days is not quite right. It’s enough to go home and return home. At a loss.
The plane was not late, it was kind of magical.
"I'm here," a call from the first day of the junior high school, "here."
"I'm pestering at the exit," Yan Hang said, "you can see me as soon as you come out."
"What to wear and what clothes?" asked the first day of the month.
"Gray jacket, inside is our uniform shirt, and uniform pants," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't have time to change clothes."
"Well," the voice of the first year of junior high school was shaking, "I ran, ran out."
"Don't run, just walk," Yan Hang said. "The security guard thought you were going to sabotage for a while."
"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.
Changed from a short run to a brisk walk. I didn't take a few steps and decided to run on the first day of the first year. A security guard would catch him.
He ran forward next to the wall, and when he saw the crowd standing outside the arrival hall, he was agitated, and he turned a little bit when he ran.
As he looked out, he slowed down and adjusted his pace.
Yan Hang was very conspicuous, not to mention that he had asked Yan Hang in advance what clothes he was wearing, even if he didn't know that Yan Hang was outside, he could still see him at a glance.
That's the most handsome little brother in the first row.
From time to time, people next to him waved outside. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still raised his hand and waved to Yan Hang.
Yan Hang didn't see him.
He jumped twice again.
Yan Hang's gaze fell on him, and he smiled and waved at him.
When he ran out, Yan Hang was already standing in the middle of the exit.
He opened his arms as he ran.
A few days ago, he thought it was silly to run face-to-face like this. Now it doesn't matter at all. It doesn't make sense to wrap it up and down on the butt, that is, there is no runway here, or he can fly over directly.
Yan Hang also opened his arms with a smile.
He rushed two steps and hugged Yan Hang.
"Hey," Yan Hang was hit by him and stepped back before stopping, "I don't know, I thought we hadn't seen each other in ten years."
"It's been a hundred years." On the first day of the new year, he hugged Yan Hang tightly.
You can feel Yan Hang's body with your arms, you can feel the temperature on your face against his neck, you can hear real sounds in your ears, and you can smell the very light perfume of Yan Hang...
Until now, this second, his miss for Yan Hang finally fell to the ground.
His emotions seemed to be scalded by the warm breath of the surroundings. Before he even felt the soreness of his nose, tears were already welling up.
Yan Hang was stunned and asked softly in his ear: "Aren't you the dog brother? Are you crying again?"
"Whatever, cry." Chu put his eyes on Yan Hang's shoulder.
"I really want to let those who say you are cool to see," Yan Hang said with a smile, "you cry whenever you want, how cool is it?"
As soon as there was no sound, he hugged Yan Hang tightly.
He didn't raise his head until Yan Hang dragged him to a side where there was no one.
"Did you cry?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Yeah." Chu Yi let go of Yan Hang, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes.
Yan Hang took a tissue for him. He grabbed it and wiped it on his face indiscriminately. Perhaps the emotion was too intense. Only then did he begin to feel embarrassed.
In knowing Yan Hang for so long, he watched Yan Hang cry once, and he almost couldn't count the number of times he cried when he didn't agree with him inexplicably.
"Let's go to the restaurant with me," Yan Hang patted his face, "It's dinner time right away. You are waiting for me in the lounge, and you will go to enjoy the moon when you are done?"
"Will it affect you to go to work?" asked the first day.
"It's not going every day, it's okay," Yan Hang said, "I just see you like this and let you go back and wait for me to be afraid of you crying again."
"Not so much." The first day of the junior high school smiled embarrassedly.
When walking out with Yan Hang, he found out that he was not going to the taxi side on the first day of the day, and he was walking directly to the parking lot.
"Why, how do we go?" he asked.
"Guess?" Yan Hang said.
"It's okay to run back." He nodded.
Yan Hang smiled and put his arm around his shoulder: "Little dog, I will be your driver today."
"Huh?" The first day of the year was stunned, but didn't react.
"I drove here." Yan Hang took out the key from his pocket and threw it in his hand.
"You can drive a car?" He was surprised on the first day of the new year. He never knew that Yan Hang could drive, and he didn't even think about whether Yan Hang could drive.
"I can drive when I was ten," Yan Hang said. "My dad didn't know where to borrow a car and taught me for half a month."
"Ah!" The first day of junior high school was even more surprised.
"Ah what?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"When you are ten or fourteen, wait for one meter, four," said the first day of the new year, "you are only one, one meter when you are ten? Can you reach the steering wheel?"
"Go away." Yan Hang answered him very simply.
"Really ten years old?" asked the first day.
"When I was fourteen years old, it was really more than one meter four," Yan Hang sighed happily. "You didn't push backwards like you did. Are you one meter tall when you were ten?"
"Maybe." Chuyi thought for a while.
Yan Hang gave him a smile.
The first day of the junior high school followed and smiled happily.
Very happy.
This kind of happiness is real happiness. I don't think about anything, and I can't remember anything, so I feel happy because Yan Hang is next to him.
"The car belongs to Cui Yi," Yan Hang pressed the remote control, a black SUV in front flashed, "Old man model, if I buy a car in the future, I don't want to be black."
"Red, beautiful." said the first day.
Yan Hang glanced at him: "I thought you were going to say that the fan is good-looking."
"It's also pretty." Chu Yi nodded with a smile.
"Get in the car," Yan Hang went over and opened the door of the co-pilot, "Brother Dog."
He got into the car with some excitement on the first day of the junior high school, then watched Yan Hang go around the front of the car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.
"Safety belt." Yan Hang closed the door.
"Oh." Chuyi pulled the seat belt, but didn't find a socket for a long time.
"I'm coming." Yan Hang leaned over and pulled the socket out from under the cushion.
On the first day of the first year, he stared at Yan Hang's hand, watching his slender fingers pull through the buckle of the seat belt, and then push it in. It was a casual movement, but it was so beautiful that people could not look away.
When Yan Hang withdrew his hand to start the car, he grabbed Yan Hang's hand.
"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.
He was also stunned.