The somewhat surprised expression on the first day of the first year made Yan Hang suddenly a little embarrassed, as if teaching a child to do bad things was questioned by a naive child.
"... Let me see." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.
"Oh." Chu handed him a cell phone.
Yan Hangdian opened WeChat and checked it. The friends who were waiting for approval had 4 applications and 17 unread messages.
He took a first look.
In the first year of junior high school, he continued to lower his head to eat without feeling.
Faced with this native dog who was not at all wary of himself, Yan Hang felt that he was very sorry for what he had done to these 17+4 unhandled messages.
In the end, he just clicked on the message and looked at it.
They are all girls.
Counting the ones that have been read, the news is very explosive.
Yan Hang roughly counted the number of these newly added young girls, at least 15 or more.
That's great, brother.
"Is Hu Biao your agent? Or do you use your number to sell money?" Yan Hang sighed, if it hadn't been for the first day of the new year to keep the chat box with Xingtian on top, he hadn't contacted this week, he might be squeezed to the list. The last position.
"Chunyang's, he also sprinkled it and sprinkled it out." said the first day of the new year.
"What are Zhou Chunyang's fears about going out," Yan Hang said, "he likes men."
He glanced at him on the first day of the new year, but did not speak.
Yan Hang felt that the fever had not gone back, or it had been too long since I saw the first day of the new year, and he had forgotten how to talk.
"This girl is pretty." He pointed the screen at the first day of the junior high school, which was a selfie of a girl's circle of friends.
"I said it was a school flower," he looked at it on the first day of the new year, "do you think it's good, good-looking?"
"Well, it's okay," Yan Hang looked at the photo again, "He looks very foreign and has big eyes."
"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.
Yan Hang looked at him: "You don't think it looks good?"
"I can't tell whether it is good-looking or not good-looking," said a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school.
"This is not the same thing as the soil, okay," Yan Hang was a little helpless.
On the first day of the new year, he laughed, holding a piece of ribs and laughing for a long time before putting it in his mouth: "Then she is not there yet, there is no shell, the shell is beautiful."
Yan Hang paused for a second before remembering who the shell was.
So I turned down again, found the shell dialogue, clicked in and took a look, after he helped the first day of the first time reply shell, they talked about four more times, basically by shell enthusiasm "Hi handsome guy" started and ended with an indifferent "um" on the first day of the junior high school.
Yan Hang was sad for the shell when he saw it.
"Eating." After immersing himself in a chase on the first day of the new year, he raised his head and looked at him.
"Yeah." Yan Hang put the phone back in his hand.
"Has it been blacked out?" asked the first day of the month.
"No," Yan Hang smiled, "It's not polite to add someone else to black out."
"Oh." Chu nodded.
When Yan Hang picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat, the phone rang again on the first day of the junior high school.
"You didn't, you didn't, didn't help me..." The first day of the new year quickly picked up the phone, "Jing, sound?"
Yan Hang didn't speak, and took the phone out of his hand and turned it off.
"Let's eat." He smiled at the beginning.
After eating, Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa, and felt very happy that he had emptied the dishes without leftovers for the first time in so many days.
On the first day of the new year, I took the thermometer and handed it to him: "Measure again?"
"Yeah." Yan Hang took it and stuffed it into his clothes.
When I went to wash the dishes on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang turned on the TV.
He estimated that he hadn't turned on the TV for about four or five days, and he didn't think it was interesting. There was a TV in the room that made him uneasy and very irritable, but sometimes he felt too quiet and pressured to death.
Now when the TV sounded in the room, he just felt the smell of fireworks.
He looked at the first day washing dishes in the kitchen and couldn't tell what it was like.
When he said that Zhou Chunyang liked men, the first time he saw him, thinking about it now, it should be more than just a superficial reaction to the topic of "liking men" he mentioned.
In the first year of junior high school, I probably knew clearly that I liked men.
Yan Hang lay on the sofa and turned his head to look at the first day of the junior high school. He couldn't tell what it was like.
He hopes that he can understand it in the first year of junior high school, but he doesn't seem to want to understand it. He always feels that he is sure that he likes men without experiencing any feelings, which makes him a little worried.
But for girls...
At the beginning, this attitude of a girl is really not like being able to be a little bit with a girl, let alone falling in love, even ordinary friends don't seem to be able to make it... Even if he likes girls, he might not be able to get along.
Yan Hang rolled over and stared at the back of the sofa.
In fact, compared to the first day of junior high school, whether he should try to make a girlfriend and then determine or is already determined, it should be him who is more worthy of his troubles.
Compared with the first year of junior high school, he is not much stronger.
I haven't made any friends, let alone a girlfriend, it's nothing more than a confession from a man or a woman.
I think a girl is pretty, and I look at a man and look handsome.
But to say tempted, I haven't had it either.
If you change someone, just like your observation and judgment on WeChat on the first day of junior high school, you would have said that it would be impossible for this person to have nothing.
It just happened to put this matter on myself.
He couldn't tell if it was possessive or something really happened.
The native dog is his native dog.
He is alone.
This is the idea that has been rooted in his heart for so long, and sometimes he even rejects his parents and grandpa on the first grade.
He is the only friend of Tugou, only him is Tugou's elder brother, and Tugou's dependence is only him, and Tugou's eyes are still only him.
Once there are more people here, he will feel uncomfortable regardless of whether he is male or female.
Childish as if a child was taken away from his beloved toy.
This is possessive.
Now that I think about it carefully, I'm quite overbearing.
But turning to the analysis, if it is "something", the external performance is almost like this, it is difficult to distinguish.
I was still a puppy on the first day of the junior high school, and a middle-aged dog at the top of the day. He has not yet celebrated his 17th birthday.
No matter what kind of thought he was out of, any hint he gave to the first day of the junior high school will be a guide.
He even worried about what Zhou Chunyang would have said to the first day of junior high school and whether it would have any impact on the first day of junior high school, not to mention that this person was himself.
"Let me see." After washing the dishes, tidying up the kitchen and returning to the living room on the first day of the new year.
"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang asked.
"Temperature, meter." said the first day of the new year.
"Oh," Yan Hang fumbled into his clothes, but didn't touch it. He changed and looked for it, but he still couldn't find it. "It's gone."
"Are you doing a set of broadcasting and broadcasting?" On the first day of the junior high school, a little confused, "If you clip an individual, can you lose the thermometer, or lost it?"
"I don't know, I took a set of Tai Chi." Yan Hang sat up straight, patted his body, shook his clothes again, and the thermometer fell out of his clothes.
On the first day of the new year, I picked it up and looked at it: "Thirty, five degrees."
"It's going to be dead for a while." Yan Hang laughed.
"Don't talk nonsense," frowned on the first day of the new year, and handed him the thermometer, "weight."
"Hey." Yan Hang stuffed the thermometer into his clothes and lay on the sofa.
On the first day of the new year, I stood beside the sofa and didn't move.
Yan Hang glanced at him and put his legs away: "Sit down."
I sat on the sofa on the first day of the new year.
He closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
If before, the first day of junior high school would not hesitate at all, now it would be so hard to sit next to him.
"My phone is broken. Is it broken?" On the first day of the new year, I took the phone and pressed it a few times before turning to look at him in horror.
"...I just turned it off for you, haven't you seen it?" Yan Hang said.
"Oh, I forgot." Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief.
"How are you at school these past few days?" Yan Hang touched him with his foot.
"That's it," he looked at his mobile phone on the first day of the new year, "in get out of class, out of class, eating, shopping."
"Walking?" Yan Hang put his arm on his head.
"Come next to the school, stroll back and forth." Chuyi smiled.
"Oh." Yan Hang replied.
On the first day of the new year, staring at the phone for a while, turned his head, and asked in a low voice: "Where are you?"
"Guess?" Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, he bit his lip, turned his head and stared at the phone for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry," Yan Hang said.
"I'm just... just..." On the first day of the new year, he twisted his eyebrows.
"You can't turn it on," Yan Hang interrupted him, "I'm almost guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder."
On the first day of the new year, he was stunned and smiled, lowered his head and turned on the phone.
This time, there are no more Dididi. I poked on the screen on the first day of the new year, not knowing what I was doing.
"Brother Dog," Yan Hang looked at his profile, "Are you a man in your school now?"
On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him, did not speak, and continued to poke on the screen, appearing to be replying to messages.
Yan Hang smiled and didn't speak again, just staring at him like that.
It’s not unusual to recruit girls in the first day of the first year. It used to be inconspicuous. It was because he was always cautious, wearing an old and torn school uniform, holding his own cut head, walking along the roots of the wall, and doing everything he could. Hide yourself.
Once he gets rid of this state, he is the one that many girls will like.
Good-looking, good figure, able to fight, and talk less.
Yan Hang's gaze was drawn from his side face, a little bit downward.
Neck, shoulders, arms... are all covered by his clothes, so I can't see anything.
Only the arms can be seen because they rolled up their sleeves while washing the dishes.
It doesn’t look strong on the first day of the new year, but the muscle lines are still very windy. When the fingers move on the screen, they will occasionally gently bring up the long and tight muscles on the forearm...
Yan Hang suddenly felt that if he wanted to judge whether he had anything to do with the first year of junior high school, he could only judge from his physiological reaction.
He didn't think much about it in the first year of junior high school, and naturally he never had any physiological reactions.
If you are pregnant with a ghost, will there be any reaction
"Hey, Brother Gou," Yan Hang tapped his foot on the back of the first day of junior high school. "The coat is taken off."
"Huh?" Lu Yi turned his head.
"The coat is taken off." Yan Hang said.
"Yes, I've taken it off." Chu Yi looked at him in shock.
"Oh." Yan Hang glanced at the coat rack.
On the first day of the junior high school, I put a thick coat on the outside of the sportswear, and he took off the coat when he walked in.
"What are you wearing in this one?" Yan Hang asked.
"Short-sleeved." Junior One looked at his clothes with a sullen expression.
"Are you cold?" Yan Hang asked again.
"It's not cold," the first day of the month replied.
"Take it off," Yan Hang said.
The first half of the year opened his mouth, looking at him very confused: "Why, what?"
"I look hot." Yan Hang said.
"... Oh." The first day of the year was stunned, put down the phone, and took off the sportswear.
Inside was a black short-sleeved T-shirt.
Yan Hang hooked up the T-shirt with his feet, and saw that the waist of the first year of junior high school was very strong and free of fat...
"What are you doing?" He finally slapped his feet on the first day of the junior high school.
"Is this clothes mine?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes," Chu Yi tugged at his clothes, "there are still white and colored ones."
"Very good." Yan Hang nodded.
Looking at him on the first day of the new year, after five seconds, he opened his mouth: "Here is the thermometer. Give it to me."
Yan Hang took out the thermometer and handed it to him.
On the first day of the new year, he took a look and turned his head abruptly: "Thirty-eight degrees and seven?"
"Go up again? You are so scared that you don't stammer... Let me see." Yan Hang sat up, took the thermometer from his hand and looked at it, "It's really 38 degrees and 7 degrees."
"Go to the hospital." He stood up on the first day.
"I'll retire in a while," Yan Hang lay back on the sofa, "I'm not so squeamish."
"This is high, high fever, right?" On the first day of the new year, I was a little anxious, and the little fire that had been ordered by Yan Hang to take off his clothes and put his clothes on fire was immediately scared away by the 38-degree seven.
"Did you go to the hospital when you had a fever?" Yan Hang asked.
"... No," answered the first day of the junior high school honestly, he had never been to the hospital for any illness, "but I didn't, no..."
"I'm not going," Yan Hang waved his hand, "I know it myself."
Looked at him on the first day of the new year.
I was very anxious, but this was Yan Hang. If he changed someone in the dormitory, he might go up and drag him to the hospital, but Yan Hang didn't dare, he was afraid that Yan Hang would beat him up.
"Boil me some hot water," Yan Hang said, "sweat."
"Oh!" hurried into the kitchen on the first day.
Yan Hang doesn’t have the habit of drinking hot water. If you want to drink some hot water, you have to boil it. He took a kettle and filled it with a pot of water. After plugging in the electricity, he thought about it and dumped half of it, so that he could hurry up. Boil a cup for Yan Hang to drink first, and then slowly boil another pot.
Ah, the little dog is so smart.
The water quickly burned up, and he poured out exactly one cup. When he showed it to Yan Hang, Yan Hang was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. His face looked normal, just a little sleepy.
"Why don't you go to sleep?" He put the water in front of Yan Hang.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not sick for the first time."
"I haven't seen it before," said the first day.
"I have seen it now," Yan Hang said, "You calm down, I am nervous when you are surprised, and I can't help you if I don't faint."
He smiled a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school. The doctor said that Yan Hang is in good physical condition, and there shouldn't be any major problems with a fever. He had a fever before, and after covering it all night, he disappeared.
"How are your feet?" Yan Hang asked.
"Okay." Chuyi raised his leg.
"It's not so fast," Yan Hang slowly drank the hot water, "It may feel better, but it is especially easy to sprain again. Be careful when you walk."
"Well," he squatted down on his legs on the first day of the junior high school and looked up at him. He felt very uncomfortable when he thought of throwing a wounded person like Yan Hang here for a week. "Yan Hang."
"Know what you are going to say," Yan Hang glanced at him, "hold it."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Dogzi." Yan Hang scratched his hair and put his hand on his head.
"Ah," the first day of the junior high school replied, waiting for him to continue, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Hang didn't say any more. He seemed to be distracted. He shook his head, "Huh?"
"You are really a good dog." Yan Hang said.
"... You really know how to praise." said the first day of the day.
Yan Hang laughed, leaned on the sofa and sighed.
The second pot of water boiled, and I went to the kitchen on the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang felt a bit astringent in his eyes. After so many days, he finally felt sleepy.
"I'm going to bed first, I'm a little sleepy," Yan Hang went into the bathroom to wash, "If you're not sleepy, play by yourself for a while."
"Well," he was pouring boiling water into the thermos on the first day of the new year, "get the ice and the towel to cool down, let's cool down."
"Okay," Yan Hang replied. When he finished washing out, he was still standing in the kitchen on the first day of the morning. He seemed to be waiting for him. He looked worried. He patted the first day of the day. "Don't sleep on the sofa at night. NS."
"Oh." Chu nodded.
It is said to be sleepy, but it is not particularly easy to fall asleep.
Yan Hang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
However, the two feelings are still very different if you don't feel sleepy lying down and waiting for dawn, and sleepy lying down and slowly waiting for you to fall asleep.
After lying down for a while, he heard coming in on the first day of the new year, and then a slightly iced towel hit his forehead.
"It will be noisy, it will make you sleep, do you sleep?" asked in a soft voice on the first day of the month.
"No." Yan Hang didn't open his eyes. The voice of the first day of junior high school was actually quite magnetic when he heard it under this situation.
"I'm by the side," said the first day of the month.
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
The mattress sank, and he sat next to him on the first day of the month.
The invisibility exercise was very good in the first year of junior high. After sitting down, there was basically no movement. It was not until the towel on the forehead became cool that Yan Hang felt that the first one moved and the towel was gently taken away.
Then the mattress was lifted slightly, and he stood up on the first day of the new year, and walked out of the bedroom with very light steps.
In fact, for a person who can’t sleep well, such a light and inaudible but not completely silent movement is the most terrible. You can’t help but concentrate and want to hear clearly, and then fall asleep after hearing it. It's gone.
But Yan Hang didn't have this kind of irritation today, but he was a little bit enjoyable.
He hadn't been out during this time, except for Cui Yi and the housekeeping aunt, he had never seen anyone else, and the room was so quiet that he was suffocated most of the time.
Perhaps because of the injury and fever, he became very sensitive. The feeling of loneliness and loneliness seemed to spread in the bones, and he could no longer find the balance of the long time alone.
He was here on the first day of the junior high school, making all kinds of small noises, which made him feel at ease.
But although his poor sleepiness hasn't completely disappeared, it can't grow anymore.
He changed his towels four times on the first day of the new year, and he always slumbered with his eyes closed.
When removing the towel for the fifth time, he touched his forehead on the first day of the new year, and did not put the towel for the sixth time.
Yan Hang could hear that he was going to wash, then turned off the light in the living room and went into the bedroom.
Probably because he was afraid of quarreling him, he entered the bedroom without turning on the light on the first day of the year. After walking two steps to the side of the bed, he kicked him on the foot of the bed.
"Fuck you uncle." In the first year of the junior high school, he almost cursed with an angry voice.
Yan Hang held back his laugh.
Will the little dog swear in his back
I went to bed very lightly on the first day of the new year, and stopped moving again.
There was only one quilt. When it was hot, they both slept in the same bed without covering it. Now it was very cold and they couldn't sleep without covering it.
Yan Hang originally wanted to speak and let him cover it together, but he was afraid that he would be embarrassed for a while, so he could only continue to pretend to sleep.
It was certain that there would be thirty seconds at the beginning, and finally reached out and lifted the quilt.
Yan Hang pretended to turn over to him, and even half of the quilt over there.
On the first day of the new year, he quickly got into the quilt while he turned over, rubbed his side, and covered the quilt.
The room went quiet, only to hear the small alarm clock by the bedside chucking away quietly.
There is also the breathing sound of the first grade.
Yan Hang listened to the breath of the first day of the junior high school, from fast to slow.
The speed at which the dog fell asleep really made him envious. It took only ten minutes at most, and he heard a very light snoring on the first day of the new year. Within a few minutes of snoring, it completely turned into a light and relaxed breathing.
This is asleep.
Gee.
Yan Hang almost wanted to wake him up and let him go to sleep again. There is still an insomniac here, why are you embarrassed to sleep so fast
He opened his eyes and took a look.
He slept sideways and turned his back on the first day of the junior high school. Now he can only see the neck and shoulders of the first day of junior high school.
…Nothing feels.
I don't know if it was because he was ill and couldn't make room in his mind to think about those things, or because he really didn't feel much about the first year of junior high school.
Of course, there may be insufficient stimulation.
Yan Hang suddenly wanted to laugh, but he didn't realize that he was actually so naive.
He stretched his hand to the side of the first day of the junior high school and put it on the waist of the first day of the junior high school.
Through the clothes, I can feel the first year's body in the palm of his hand that gently undulates with his breath, which is quite rhythmic.
"Dog." He yelled very softly.
There was no movement on the first day of the new year, and there was no change in breathing.
So he opened the clothes with his fingers, reached in and touched the first waist again.
The atmosphere is very strange right now, and Yan Hang does not understand that he has always been calm, steady and mature.
But what made him even more surprised was that in this weird and irritating neuropathy behavior, he... suddenly felt that his waist on the first day of the year was very touching, and his skin was tight and smooth...
The mattress shook twice, and when he suddenly opened his eyes on the first day of the month, Yan Hang had already lifted the quilt and sat up.
"What's the matter!" He followed nervously and sat up. There was no light in the room, so he could only see the outline of Yan Hang.
When reaching out to turn on the light, Yan Hang grabbed his wrist: "Sleep you."
"Uncomfortable?" asked Yan Hang's hands on the first day of the month, but they were not particularly hot. The fever should have subsided a bit.
"I pee." Yan Hang got out of bed.
"Oh." Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief and lay back.