Yan Hang's hands were quite thin, but when he held it so tightly, he could feel the power of his fingers.
In the first year of junior high school, I couldn't judge my feelings and feelings at this moment. I only knew that I should have the same questions now.
"What?" Yan Hang asked.
Yes what's the matter
On the first day of the new year, he lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Hang's hand. In order to alleviate the atmosphere, he did not let go. He even grasped Yan Hang's hand and squeezed it.
Then he said: "Hit, robbery."
"The hero is forgiving," Yan Hang said, "the wallet is in my pocket."
On the first day of the new year, he let go, took out his wallet from Yan Hang's pocket, and opened it to take a look.
Yan Hang's wallet is the same as his room, very simple and neat, except for a few hundred yuan and two cards, there is nothing else in it.
"This is something, stuff," said the first day of the new year, "I still use the money and pack it."
"... Do you think there should be something else," Yan Hang started the car, "you take a drink bottle when you drink water."
"Who said that?" On the first day of the new year, he took out the cup that Yan Hang had bought for him, and shook it in front of him.
"Really?" Yan Hang smiled.
"Can you afford to buy it?" said the first day.
"Can't afford it." Yan Hang said.
"Drive well, drive, drive well, I will reward you for touching and touching." The first handful of cups was put back in the bag.
"Thank you." Yan Hang nodded.
Chu leaned his head on the window glass and looked out.
Except for his father's car, he has been in his aunt's car, but the number of times is very small, and he has no special feelings about the position of the co-pilot.
For the first time today, I feel that even for such a large SUV, the distance between the driver's seat and the co-driver is still very close.
He was leaning on the car window, and he could still feel Yan Hang's body temperature in his left arm.
… It seems a bit too exaggerated
He turned his head and glanced, making sure that this was an illusion. Both of them were wearing coats, and the distance between them was enough for another person.
When Yan Hang turned his head to his side, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly lowered his eyelids, pretending to look at his hand.
Yan Hang continued to look forward. After a while, Yan Hang glanced here again. Although the angle was not great, he still felt it.
When he was about to transfer out of the parking lot, Yan Hang looked over here for the third time.
"What's the matter?" He couldn't help but touched his face and asked.
"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.
"My face, my face..." The first day of the new year touched his head again, "It's still my head..."
"I look at the rearview mirror." Yan Hang said.
"Oh." Chu Yi suddenly leaned over and pressed his face to the glass to ease his embarrassment.
The car passed a speed bump at this moment, the body turned upside down, and his nose hit the glass very accurately.
"Ah." He frowned and yelled in a low voice, covering his sore nose with his hand.
Yan Hang stopped the car, turned around and put his arm on the back of the chair to look at him: "First day of the middle school."
"Yeah." Chu Yi said, clutching his nose.
"Are you all right?" Yan Hang asked, "How do you feel that you are a little confused?"
"Sleepy," the first day of the month said in a low voice.
"Sleep for a while." Yan Hang squeezed his chair and pressed the backrest with his hand.
He leaned back on the first day of the junior high school and closed his eyes.
That's good, close his eyes and can't see Yan Hang, he is not so overwhelmed.
A warm wind rushed over his face, and Yan Hang took off his coat and covered him.
He closed his eyes and touched it with his hand, and then put his hand in the pocket of his jacket. One pocket was a wallet and the other was a key. He grabbed both of them with his hands.
Since he was a child, he has often heard from his father about various driving accidents. In theory, he would be worried about drivers like Yan Hang who can drive but don't touch the car. He often worried about his aunt while driving.
But at this moment he is particularly at ease.
Yan Hang looked handsome when driving, and his movements looked very steady. He was very relaxed, and he couldn't see that he didn't drive normally.
At the beginning of the first day of the new year, he would open his eyes from time to time to look at Yan Hang. He fell asleep within a few minutes of getting on the high-speed car.
He slept all the way on the first day of the first year, and Yan Hang glanced at him when he got off the high-speed toll booth.
Yan Hang stretched out his hand and gently pushed his chin up, and groaned in a daze, "Huh?"
"There will be a while," Yan Hang smiled, "woke you up?"
"No." He didn't open his eyes on the first day, and went back to sleep.
Yan Hang didn't speak to him again.
The first two days of the first year of the new year have been a bit strange. He felt a little bit since he went home, and this feeling has become more obvious now, but for a while, he couldn't find the reason.
Yan Hang couldn't imagine how much pressure was put on him by the home in the first year of junior high. But as long as he thought of the old lady with earthworm eyebrows, he wanted to frown.
It is a miracle that children who grow up in the family can grow up to be like this in the first year of junior high school.
But the mood in the first year of junior high is definitely not just going home.
At the red light, Yan Hang looked at him again, saying that he couldn't hide his emotions on the first day of the first year. This is unlikely. When he was bullied before, no matter his expression or his eyes, he could not find any emotions, so he could calm down. It's incomprehensible, but if you really can say that you can hide your emotions... His emotions this time are really not hidden.
Yan Hang felt that some of his guesses were not well-founded, but he had such guesses when he said "I miss you so much" on the first day of the junior high school.
It just thought that when he asked if he was confessing for Zhou Chunyang in the first year of junior high school, the nervous reaction in the first year of junior high school made him feel unlikely.
He always felt that he was quite accurate in judging people, but he couldn't figure it out on the first day of the year.
After all, he has always maintained various distances, close or far, and observes those around him from the eyes of outsiders.
The first day of junior high school is not "those people".
The first day of junior high is a part of his life. Many times he feels like a puppy on the first day of junior high. After feeding it some food, he wants to be next to him, licking his hands and rubbing his head. , Enjoy the close relationship that he may not have experienced in more than ten years.
He feels very much about this.
He was the closest person to him except his father in the first day of the junior high school. He would have such a strong "reluctant" when he left for the first time. Although it was not like the first day of the junior high school, only one day apart was like ten years. Reunited afterwards, but he really liked staying with the first day of the junior high school.
Touched his head, scratched his chin... The car in front stopped, and Yan Hang hurriedly stepped on the brake.
On the first day of the new year, I sat up and said, "What's the matter!"
"It's a bit blocked," Yan Hang said.
"Are you, didn't you go, God?" Chuyi looked at him.
"Yo," Yan Hang smiled, "How did you come to this conclusion?"
"It's used in traffic jams, do you need it in a hurry, do you need to brake?" The back of the seat was straightened at the beginning, "I asked you to brake. The brakes almost came out and slipped out."
"I'm distracted." Yan Hang nodded.
"Focus on," the first day of the junior high school looked at him seriously, "you are only a second, after all, a knife."
"Okay." Yan Hang laughed.
"Seriously," Chu Yi pointed to the front, "it's open."
"Not going to sleep?" Yan Hang followed the car in front.
"Why do you sleep?" Rubbing his eyes on the first day of the day, "I will guide you, guide, and navigate."
"Yes, there are, there are cars," Yan Hang said with a smile, "I crashed before finishing talking."
"Are you bullying me, isn't it a sense of accomplishment?" said the first day of the day.
"Yes," Yan Hang stretched out his hand and slapped his head twice, "It's very fun."
"Hands on the direction, on the wheel!" said the first day.
"Good!" Yan Hang grasped the steering wheel.
When I arrived at the hotel, it was almost the restaurant's dinner time. When I was parking in the parking lot, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.
"Quickly, I'll take you to the lounge," Yan Hang said while holding his mobile phone, "I should be busy."
"Don't worry, worry about me," waved his hand quickly on the first day of the new year, "I sleep in the car, the car, and the car."
"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"... That's okay," Yan Hang handed him the car keys, "you go to sleep, the windows are a little open."
"I know." Chuyi smiled.
Yan Hang closed the car door and ran into the back door of the hotel while continuing the call.
On the first day of the new year, he held the remote control and froze in the car for a long time. Although my dad drove for a long time, he basically hadn't sat in that much, and didn't know how to control it.
It stands to reason that the car key should be plugged in and turned on the switch, and then the window should be opened.
But after he plugged in the car key, he hesitated and didn't dared to screw it, fearing that the car would swish and rush out. Cui Yi's car was very expensive at first sight, and he couldn't afford it.
Finally he opened the car door a crack.
As soon as I was about to lie down and sleep for a while, the car started calling, banging.
He had to sit up again and closed the door.
I just thought about it and just sleep like this. I shouldn't die. Someone knocked on the car window twice.
It is the security of the hotel.
He opened the car door very awkwardly.
"Sir, can I help you?" the security guard asked.
"I'll wait, wait for someone," said the first day of the day, "Yan, Yan Hang."
"Oh, wait for Xiao Yan." The security nodded.
"Can you open the window?" asked the first day.
The security guard opened the car window for him, and after smilingly walked away, he lay down on a chair on the first day of the new year and sighed.
Shame on Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan's friend can't even open the car windows.
Xiao Yan didn't take away his coat.
On the first day of the new year, I took the coat and put it on my body, and closed my eyes.
There was Xiao Yan's smell on the coat, which was a very light perfume to be exact.
Xiao Yan is a very stinky and particular person.
On the first day of the new year, he smiled, don't know why, when he heard someone called Yan Hang Xiaoyan, he would feel very satisfied.
"I just got out of the elevator," Yan Hang walked to the parking lot while holding the phone, "Are you in a hurry? If you're not in a hurry, I'll sign tomorrow."
"No hurry," Zhang Chen said, "Where are you going in a hurry?"
"It's Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Hang said.
"Foreman Yan," Zhang Chen was stunned, "Mid-Autumn Festival is yesterday."
"My Mid-Autumn Festival is today," Yan Hang smiled, "It's hanging up."
Today he came out earlier than usual. There are still many customers in the restaurant. Although there is nothing particularly important, he will definitely not leave in this situation. He will wait for the customers to leave. Just left.
But this is the case today. The time spent in the car on the first day of the new year was a bit too long.
Yan Hang walked to the side of the car and looked in from the window that was half open. He slept soundly on the first day of the new year with his jacket under his cover.
Looking at this frame, I guess I haven't slept much in the past two days when I went home.
Yan Hang knocked on the car window: "First day."
He opened his eyes on the first day of the first year, and sat up while yawning: "Xiao Yan."
"... Hey." Yan Hang replied.
On the first day of the junior high school, he took the remote control and pressed it. He opened the car door and leaned in to look at the first day's face: "There are flowers on his face."
"Completely asleep, asleep." The first day of the day rubbed his face embarrassedly.
Yan Hang took a bucket of wet tissues from the glove box and put them on the first leg of the first day of the year: "Wipe your face and wake up."
When he walked around to the other side and got into the car, he pulled out a handful of wet tissues and was holding it in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Yan Hang started the car.
"It's so advanced, ah," said the first day of the new year, "like a roll or a roll of paper, came out?"
"Is it as high-end as roll paper?" Yan Hang sighed, "Do you want it? I also have it at the ten-yuan store."
"Yes." On the first day of the day, he pulled out another one and wiped it on his face.
"Child." Yan Hang smiled.
"You are the most accomplished and mature," Chu Yi thought about it and turned his head, "Xiao Yan."
"What are you doing." Yan Hang replied.
"You call, call me." said the first day.
"Little early." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, a happy voice came out: "It's really ugly, not as good as Xiao, Xiao Yan is nice."
"Puppy." Yan Hang said.
"Hey." The first day of the day responded.
"Wag the tail." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the year, while pulling on the seat belt, he turned his back and shook his hands behind him.
Yan Hang smiled and slapped his hand: "You are so cute."
When the car drove to the gate of the community, Cui Yi was already standing by the side of the road carrying a lot of things. Yan Hang put down the car window and looked at him: "You drive me?"
"You drive," Cui Yi opened the back door and got into the car. "It makes you enjoyable."
"Uncle Cui is good." The first day of the month turned around and said hello.
"It's okay to be small," Cui Yi glanced at him again after he said, "It seems that he is not a small one anymore? It feels a little bit better than last time."
"Really?" Yan Hang turned his head and looked at the first day of the junior high school.
He also looked at him on the first day of the junior high school.
It was dark now, only the light coming in from the front brightened the first half of the face, and the outline between the golden hair and the light and darkness did not look like a puppy anymore.
It must be a...
They were a little excited on the first day of the new year. Originally, they planned to have a meal first and then go to the beach to watch the moon, but Cui Yi felt that it was more appropriate to go directly to the beach. A tent could be eaten right into the middle of the night.
This proposal surprised the first day of the junior high school.
If you have a tent, you can start admiring the moon in advance.
When the car drove to the beach, he kept lying by the window, staring outside, a little anxious.
I thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival was over and there might not be anyone at the beach, but when they parked, they still saw more than a dozen parked cars on the first day of the new year.
"There are still a lot of people." Yan Hang got out of the car.
"Also, is there a place to put a tent?" He jumped out of the car on the first day of the morning.
"Such a big beach," Cui Yi opened the door of the car and handed down a large bag of food. "If you have time, you can put up a table and put a tent."
On the first day of the new year, he raised his head and looked at the sky.
The moon is very big.
Very round.
I feel like I can touch its head by raising my hand.
The beach was very close to the roadside, and I stepped on the sea sand within a short distance.
In the moonlight, I can see many people and tents that have already been set up. I was a little anxious on the first day of the new year, carrying things and walking in the forefront.
"Don't go forward," Yan Hang said, "It's windy, just stay by the side."
On the first day of the new year, there was an old fishing boat next to it. It was quite big. There was a small tent on the stern side, and there was a wide position on the bow side.
He doesn't know how to set up a tent, so he can only watch Cui Yi and Yan Hang work by the side.
After the tent was set up, Yan Hang opened the curtains: "Go in and party for a while? I think you are almost dying of anxiety."
I didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and I felt like an arrow, swishing in, and lying on the mat.
The cushion is a moisture-proof cushion, which is quite thin, and you can feel the undulating beach below when you lie on it.
"How do you feel?" Yan Hang also got in, holding his arms beside him, watching from side to side.
"Shuang," Chu Yi turned his head and rested his head on the small pile of sand below, "Xiaowo."
"What little nest?" Yan Hang looked down at him.
"It's... a small shack," Chu Yi smiled, "very warm and warm."
Yan Hang also likes this feeling, a very small space, where you can touch the walls and feel the package, making people feel safe.
He was probably because he was the only one in the family, and it was a little empty, while in the first year of the junior high school, it was probably because there were too many people in the family and there was no place for him.
Yan Hang stretched out his hand and touched his face: "I'll buy you a tent. You can go to the dormitory and support your bed."
At the moment when Yan Hang's hand was stroking his face, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of comfort.
Maybe it was because it was warm in the tent, maybe he liked this kind of small space, maybe... he suddenly wanted to turn his head and kiss Yan Hang.
This thought made him more flustered than when he realized that he missed Yan Hang very much.
After a second of trance, he was panicked, and his heartbeat almost made him breathless.
What exactly happened here!
"No, no," he jerked Yan Hang's arm, "How silly, ah."
"... Oh." Yan Hang was stunned.
"Will you make a mat here?" Cui Yi asked outside the tent. "Or eat it directly inside?"
"Let's eat outside," Yan Hang backed out, "Don't you still have to look at the moon."
"Well," Cui Yi flipped through what they had brought over, "Is there a small alcohol stove that I didn't bring?"
"Where did you put it," Yan Hang asked, "I'll get it."
"In the trunk." Cui Yi said.
Yan Hang got up and walked over to the parking side.
After walking to the car, he lit a cigarette and leaned against the car door.
It was a bit embarrassing to be pushed away by the first day of the first day.
I don't know if it is because he is no longer a child in the first grade of junior high school, and he can no longer accept his way of petting a puppy and teasing a child, or because of other reasons.
In short, this kind of sudden rejection made him a little embarrassed.
He took the lighter, turned it on, turned it off, turned it on and then turned it off.
Little fart stuff, if you leave it last year, you will definitely not dare to have such arrogant moves on the first day of the junior high school.
Now he's really a dog brother, it's amazing.
Very cool.
Gee.
There was a rustle of footsteps behind the car.
Yan Hang quickly reached into his pocket to hold the key, and clamped a small iron spine hanging from the key between his fingers.
"Yan Hang?" The voice of the first grader came over.
"Here," Yan Hang replied, and when he saw the first day turning from the back of the car, he released the key with his hand in his pocket, "Why did you run over?"
He didn't speak in the first year, so he stood beside him.
"Are you embarrassed to be with Uncle Cui?" Yan Hang asked.
"No," said the first day of the new year, "others are special, very good."
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang looked over there, only to see a vague figure of Cui Yi, not knowing what he was doing.
"Get it for you, the stove." said the first day.
"A alcohol stove, should I help you?" Yan Hang laughed, "Do you think it's a coal stove?"
He didn't speak or laugh at him on the first day of the new year, so his eyelids were so drooping.
"Then you can take it for me, it's sinking," Yan Hang opened the trunk, "a handsome man like us who doesn't have the power to bind a dog..."
"If," the first day of the new year turned his head to look at him, "Zhou Chunyang..."
Zhou Chunyang again
Yan Hang was supporting the door of the trunk, almost helpless.
I feel like I should find a time to ask Zhou Chunyang to come out for a fight.
"What happened to Zhou Chunyang?" Yan Hang sighed.
"If he follows, tell you hi, like you," the first day of the day bit his lip and twisted his eyebrows, "what would you do, how would you answer him?"
Yan Hang was stunned.
He suddenly reacted. The strange emotions in the first grade of junior high school, exactly, should have started after Zhou Chunyang told him about it
"Didn't I say that," he took out the alcohol stove and handed it to the first day of the junior high school. "I don't hate it, and I don't dislike it."
"It's not this, this... Yes, yes," he said very hard while holding the alcohol stove on the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang stared at the first day of junior high school, trying to determine the answer he really wanted behind this question.
He has never discussed such an awkward topic with the first year of junior high school. Compared with the answer to this question, the more important thing is why the first year of junior high school asked this question.
I want to know how he would answer a boy's confession in the first year of junior high.
When he touched his face on the first day of the junior high school, he pushed his hand away very badly.
"You are not homophobic, are you?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Huh?" Junior One also looked at him with a confused expression, "homophobia is, what?"
"I just hate homosexuality and want to keep a distance from them?" Yan Hang said.
"No, no," said the first day.
"Oh," Yan Hang closed the trunk and thought for a while, "if he comes to tell me that he likes me, I will probably say thank you."
He looked at him on the first day of the junior high school, and after a while, he asked, "Nothing?"
"Nothing," Yan Hang said, "what else can I say, thank you, all fools understand... Go, eat the moon."