Although I could only see Yan Hang's vague figure without turning on the lights, I could still see that Yan Hang had been out of bed for five seconds without putting on slippers. Will be dizzy and poke his head on the ground.
"Are your fever gone?" He asked again.
"Retired." After Yan Hang finished speaking, finally put on slippers and walked towards the bedroom door.
"Why don't you know how to retreat, retreat?" asked the first day.
"Yes, then you have to ask a fart." Yan Hang walked to the door after speaking, and then slammed on the door frame very simply.
"Hey!" Chu Yi got a shock, jumped up from the bed and slapped the switch on the side of the bed. "It's okay!"
"It's okay," Yan Hang slapped the switch on the door almost at the same time when the light was on, and the light went off again, "If you turn on the light, your eyes will flash blind."
"Oh." The first one responded.
It was indeed very flashy. At this moment, he couldn't even see Yan Hang's shadow, and there was a flickering light spot in front of him.
Yan Hang entered the toilet, and he was relieved after closing the door.
Hold.
The IQ that had been lost by half of the anesthesia before was probably burned in half by fever.
The only remaining quarter of the IQ was shocked by the magical reaction that occurred after he had touched the waist of the first year of junior high, and he could no longer give the correct way to deal with it.
He just turned over and took a few deep breaths and it was almost relieved, but he sat up, and coupled with the inferior mattress that can cause resonance with a fart, he could actually sleep as heavy as a pig on the first day of the new year. Was awakened.
So he had to stand in front of the toilet.
Pee
Although I can urinate even if I want to, after all I have been in bed for at least two hours, but there is no need to make a special trip to urinate.
Why don't you give it a hand
I'm sorry, I'm already scared back.
Then stand awhile and reflect on your stupid and sincere behavior.
He doesn't quite understand himself.
He was not surprised when he reacted, but was a little surprised at his perseverance to make him react.
He looked at the toilet lid.
It doesn't feel much after a few glances, so I have to touch it again.
Is it comfortable now
In fact, he calmed down on the toilet and thought about it. He was nothing more than caring too much about the first one who had finally "owned", so he had to find a reason to tie up his native dog.
If someday the local dog is seduced by another little male dog and a little bitch, he has no reason to snatch it back.
Yeah
Yan Hang frowned.
Suddenly it felt funny, and smiled at the toilet for a long time.
The toilet door was knocked.
Yan Hang sighed, turned his head and looked at the door: "What are you doing?"
"You have urine, it's a long time?" said at the door on the first day of the new year.
"I haven't started peeing yet," Yan Hang said, "go back to sleep with you."
"Five minutes, the clock hasn't started yet, let's start?" The first day of the first day was stunned, "Are you, are you on fire?"
"... You are quite experienced?" Yan Hang was a little helpless.
"In the past, our building was small downstairs, as the advertisement said," said on the first day of the new year, "the urethra is inflamed and inflamed..."
"Go away." Yan Hang said.
"Then you slow, slow urine," said the first day, "may be fever, fever."
"Get off!" Yan Hang shouted.
"Go away." said the first day.
Yan Hang tugged his pants against the toilet after hearing the sound of Chu Yi's footsteps disappear.
After roaring this throat, he almost couldn't urinate.
When he came out of the toilet, he went to the side of the coffee table to get a drink, and just stretched out his hand to get a cup, a sentence came from the sofa: "Take your body temperature."
The light was not turned on in the room, and the curtains were still being drawn. Yan Hang didn't find anyone on the sofa at all. This sentence scared him to conditioned reflex and directly smashed the cup in his hand.
He realized that the moment the cup was shot, it was the voice of the first year of junior high school.
"Has it hit you?" Yan Hang asked quickly while turning on the light.
On the first day of the new year, he was sitting on the sofa, leaning his body to the side, the cup was next to him, and he sprinkled a sofa of water.
"Have you hit it?" Yan Hang asked again.
"Ah." Chuyi raised his arms to cover his eyes.
This sound was quite calm, and Yan Hang couldn't tell whether he responded or screamed politely.
"What a shit?" Yan Hang said.
"I didn't hit it," said the first day of the day, "hide, go away, dodge 100."
"Fuck you," Yan Hang was speechless. He slapped his arm twice in the past. When he hid on the first day of the junior high school, he kicked his butt again against the first one. "Cramp, don't sleep Is it scary to sit here?"
"Hey," Lu Yi quickly turned around and hugged his leg, "wound, wound."
"The wound is healed." Yan Hang said.
"Where is this, so fast?" Chu Yi raised his head and looked at his waist. He walked halfway up and quickly avoided him. He loosened his leg and stood up, "Carefully pull and strain."
Yan Hang glanced down.
Probably because of underwear.
On the first day of the junior high school, he usually wears T-shirts and big pants for sleeping. It should be a habit that he has no independent space at home. He is usually underpants, and the T-shirt is insecure.
He didn't feel much at first, but his reaction in the first year of junior high has made him a little embarrassed.
"Go into the house and sleep," he said.
"Yeah." The first day of the day turned and entered the room.
After Yan Hang lay down, he handed over the thermometer: "Sleep with the clip in it. It's a while. I'll help you when the time is up."
"I didn't fall asleep that fast," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid you won't have enough time."
"No." He didn't lie down on the first day of the year, and sat on the bed with a quilt covering his legs.
Yan Hang did not speak, and sighed.
Probably it was a toss, or maybe the fever started to subside. Yan Hang closed his eyes and felt exhausted. He fell asleep without waiting for his temperature to be reported to him on the first day of the first year.
When I woke up, I felt so dizzy. I stared at the ceiling for two full minutes before the dizziness stopped. I turned my head and looked at the side.
I was not in bed on the first day of the new year, and there was a note on the pillow.
There is a line of words on the first day of the new year that is neat but ugly.
-Your fever is gone, I went to school, I will come over after the afternoon training class
Yan Hang touched the phone to check the time. He fell asleep until 11 o'clock. He closed his eyes and stretched his waist carefully. He lay on the bed without moving, and closed his eyes again.
At this moment, my mind is a lot more awake than last night, but things at night have become a little less clear like a dream.
but…
Yan Hang, you actually did such a shameless thing.
"Don't go out and wander around these two days," Hu Biao held the lunch box, "My latest information is that foreign aid has been found by foreign aid. We may be squatted when we go out."
I didn't want to understand in the first grade: "No, it's none of your business."
None of the three foreign aids had a chance to complete the foreign aid work, and the appointment with 404 was cancelled, and no one had another appointment. He could only be troubled by this matter.
"Are you stupid," Li Ziqiang said, "404 is just that there is no movement on the face. The person they called was not convinced at first. At this moment, it happens to engage in small actions behind the scenes. It doesn't matter whether you are a dog or All 403."
The first day of the new year frowned.
"Then stay in the dormitory, sleep and play games," Zhang Qiang said while eating. "There will be a training session in the afternoon, which is just right."
"Training... This is the most annoying," Wu Xu sighed, "I still can't figure out what to do with the chassis structure during the exam."
"Not so much, at most I will give you a picture to let you recognize what it is." Gao Xiaoyang said.
"Then I may not remember clearly." Wu Xu said.
"It's okay," Zhou Chunyang was eating and playing with his mobile phone. "There is a new year, you can directly ask him to draw a chassis structure and he can draw it."
"Can't draw." said the first day of the month.
"Can you cooperate a little bit?" Zhou Chunyang glanced at him, "I'm just boasting you."
"Draw whatever you want," said the first day of the new year, "you can draw it even with your eyes closed."
Several people were having fun while eating, and the 404 people who were separated by two tables glanced here uncomfortably.
In the first year of junior high school, he felt that he was right to choose the auto repair major. Although he was very poor in other subjects and couldn't listen to all kinds of cultural courses, the professional courses were at least the strongest in their dormitory, and he also learned well in the field of electrician.
Sometimes I think about it, if I can really go to general high school, I may not be able to learn anything. It is estimated that the university will still not be able to pass the exam. After graduation, it is not as good as the Chinese proprietary technology.
There is a 4S shop two stops away from the school, where there are students who graduated from their school, and it is said to be doing pretty well.
On the first day of the new year, I felt a little excited when I thought that I might be able to go there in the future.
After eating and returning to the dormitory, he sent a message to Yan Hang, asking him if he still burned, but Yan Hang did not return. It is estimated that he did not wake up or fell asleep again.
The first day of the new year sighed.
"Are you going to find Yan Hang in the afternoon?" Zhou Chunyang asked in a low voice.
"Well," Chu nodded, "At night..."
"I don't come back, I know." Zhou Chunyang smiled.
"Brother Dog," Hu Biao leaned over when he saw him taking clothes from the cabinet and stuffing them into his bag. "Are you really going to Hang Ge? Not to the girl's house for the night?"
"Huh?" Chu Yi stared at him in a daze.
"... When I didn't say it," Hu Biao sighed, "Really, I've seen you who are so late in resuscitation."
Zhou Chunyang sat at the table and had fun.
Looked at him on the first day of the new year.
"It's fine later." Zhou Chunyang said with a smile.
In the afternoon, he went to the first day of the training class with his clothes directly on his back. He didn't bother to go back to the dormitory to get it again... In fact, he was leaving in a hurry.
After all, Yan Hang had a high fever yesterday, and he doesn't know what the situation is today.
Hey, I just want to see Yan Hang soon.
Find so many reasons.
"What are you doing!" The teacher suddenly looked out of the training room half of the class and said.
A few little girls smiled while holding their mobile phones and walked away looking over here.
"Shoot you two." Hu Biao whispered.
Zhou Chunyang smiled and said nothing, and did not make a sound on the first day of the new year.
"Brother Dog," Hu Biao whispered again, "You have a play with Yan'er but nothing?"
"Yan'er?" The first day of the day was stunned.
"Jiang Yanni." Zhou Chunyang said.
"Oh, why not, not called Nier?" said the first day.
"Nier is so earthy," Hu Biao said, "Hey, just ask if you have a show or not?"
"No show." said the first day.
"Then tell her about me," Hu Biao said, "praise me in front of her."
"Huh?" The first day of the year was stunned.
Zhou Chunyang lowered his head and couldn't stop laughing.
"What a smile?" Hu Biao poked him.
"Have you ever seen talking to a girl on the first day of the junior high school?" Zhou Chunyang turned his head, "Why don't you help me on duty twice, I'll go and say it for you."
"Oh yes," Hu Biao clapped his hands, "I find you suitable, you help..."
"You!" The teacher pointed at Hu Biao suddenly, "Looking at you talking around for a long time, just stand at the door if you don't want to learn!"
"I want to learn," Hu Biao said quickly, "I want to learn very much, I'm just asking if I don't understand."
"Don't be greasy with me!" The teacher glared, "Let me see you again so you don't have to go to class. I won't open one eye and close one eye like other teachers!"
Hu Biao said nothing.
"You come and tell me now," the teacher pointed to a pile of automobile chassis parts in the middle of the training room, "what is this!"
"I haven't learned this yet." Hu Biao was stunned.
"Cross axis." The first day of the junior high school whispered.
"Cross axis!" he said quickly.
"It's best that you follow the first year of the exam when you take the exam," the teacher said, "see if he can help you take the exam for you!"
He was still very afraid of the teacher in the first year of junior high. After the teacher scolded these two sentences, he didn't dare to speak out during the entire training class.
In the past, he was less likely to be scolded by teachers, and most teachers did not notice his presence, but even if the teacher scolded others, he would be nervous.
He breathed a sigh of relief until he walked to the playground after class.
"Help me say something nice to Yan'er," Hu Biao was next to Zhou Chunyang, "just now, hurry up."
"It's like this in a hurry." Zhou Chunyang took out his cell phone.
In the first year of junior high school, I really wanted to see how Zhou Chunyang would help Hu Biao say something to Jiang Yanni, but he was anxious to go to Yan Hang's house and had to give up.
He really admires this skill of being able to chat with unfamiliar people casually.
Zhou Chunyang won't talk about it. His personality itself is quite cheerful. Just as Yan Hang looks so cold, he usually talks easily with anyone, even if he may not be willing.
Yan Hang can also talk to him if he doesn’t dare to talk to others because of his own babbling words...
In contrast, I am really... cool.
You are so cool, brother.
But he didn't want to be so cool, he wanted to be awkward when chatting with Yan Hang without being cold.
I didn't wait for the bus when I got out of the school gate, so I took a taxi.
Recently, he is very prodigal, in order to save time, almost no need to hesitate to take a taxi.
At the door of Yan Hang's house, before he knocked on the door, Yan Hang opened the door.
"How do you know that I am here?" The first day of the junior high school was surprised.
"I saw you from the window." Yan Hang lifted his chin at the window of the living room.
On the first day, I saw a large glass bowl on the bay window and a small bag of flour next to it.
He glanced at Yan Hang, "What are you doing?"
"Bake bread," Yan Hang said, "bake some more biscuits."
"Your hand, okay?" Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang's right hand, still with gauze on it.
"It's the same with the left hand," Yan Hang walked over, "I'm almost suffocating, do something to relieve my boredom."
"I'll help you." Chu put down the bag and took off his coat to wash his hands.
After walking two steps, he stopped again. He was wearing the same suit as yesterday. He didn't know whether Yan Hang would see if his clothes would get hot or whether he needed to take off his sports jacket.
He glanced at Yan Hang: "Do you think I'm hot, is it hot?"
"Ask me if you are hot?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"I mean..." He sighed in the middle of the first day, and took off his sports jacket. "Forget it."
After washing his hands, Yan Hang was weighing the flour with a small electronic scale.
On the first day of the junior high school, I watched next to him: "I'm here to make peace and face each other?"
"No," Yan Hang smiled, "You can't handle it well."
"Do you use your left and left hand to make peace?" asked the first day of the month.
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
"You said that the left hand has hidden and hidden skills," Chu Yi watched him pour the weighed flour into a glass bowl, "It's kneading, isn't it?"
"No." Yan Hang said.
"What's that?" The first day of junior high school was a little curious.
"Fuck." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the junior high school, I was stunned and didn't understand what he said: "Huh?"
"Hit a plane." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the junior high school, he understood, but he became more stunned. He suddenly heard Yan Hang say something like this, and he couldn't react at all.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang glanced at him.
"I haven't... I haven't played." said the first day.
Yan Hang turned his head and coughed, not knowing if he was choked or something.
He felt very embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school. He bit his lip to ease the embarrassment... He tried to find in his mind "What would they say if it was Hu Biao or Zhou Chunyang", and two seconds later he opened his mouth: "No right hand. Can't you fight?"
Yan Hang turned his head to look at him.
I didn't know what to say at all in the first year of junior high school, and I kind of wanted to climb the bay window and jump out.
"Get used to the right hand," Yan Hang said, "When you use the left hand, you will feel that it is someone else."
"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.
"Go and get the milk and eggs." Yan Hang said.
He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and rushed into the kitchen like flying.
Yan Hang stared at the basin of flour in front of him, feeling that he should take the thermometer over to see if it burned to 40 degrees and burned his brain.
Yan Hang, are you crazy
"You are insane, totally deranged," he sang to the flour in a low voice, "out of your mind like a psychopath..."
In fact, he was in a good mood. From the time he felt someone was following him before the injury, his emotions were quite depressed. After the injury was hospitalized, he almost fell to the bottom.
Until today, he has been relieved.
He was coming over in the afternoon of the first day of the new year, and he felt very happy, thinking about something he hadn’t eaten for a long time, and bake some bread and snacks...
But perhaps it was because he was very happy. It was only when he was stunned on the first day of the first day that he realized that the topic had to be put before it.
But in this situation, there is nothing wrong with it.
When he walked over with milk and eggs on the first day of junior high school, he could feel the helplessness and embarrassment of the first day of junior high school.
"Pour the milk, I told you to stop and stop." Yan Hang broke the eggs into the flour and added sugar.
"Yeah." Holding the milk carton on the first day of the day, he slowly poured it down.
Yan Hang looked at him.
In the first year of the new year, you can see the eyelashes and the tip of the nose even if you lower your head and you can see the tip of your nose... This is still a puppy.
Why don't you teach people something good
Yan Hang sighed.
The first day of the new year stopped: "Huh?"
"Continue." Yan Hang said.
"What do you do, what kind of bread?" asked the first day.
Hearing that this was the topic he finally found after holding back for a long time, Yan Hang gently squeezed the back of his neck with his right hand: "Dog bread."
"What a shit," Chuyi smiled, "Where can the native dog have this, so foreign, we all eat steamed buns."
"I'll let you see what is called "Dog Bread" in a moment." Yan Hang said.
After adding enough milk, Yan Hang kneaded the dough, took a tuft of butter and put it in, then knead the butter into the dough bit by bit.
"Let me do it," staring at the dough on the first day of the new year, "is this skillful and technical?"
"No." Yan Hang said.
"I think, play for a while," a little embarrassed, "I like to play noodles, dough."
Yan Hang laughed and pushed the bowl in front of him: "Then you play and rub it until you can tear the noodles into a thin film."
"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he immediately lowered his head and started rubbing.
From the bay window, Yan Hang leaned against the wall and watched him knead dough.
In fact, the quality of Chuyi's heart is quite strong, and it was just so embarrassing. After a while, his attention shifted to the dough. At this time, I knead the dough with great interest.
"After kneading, can I bake it?" asked the first day.
"It needs to be fermented, just throw it in the machine for a while," Yan Hang said, "and then make the stuffing."
"What stuffing?" asked immediately on the first day.
"Milk dog stuffing." Yan Hang said.
"Oh," Chu nodded, "cute."
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, then looked at him for a while, "Puppy."
"Ah." The first day of junior high school responded.
"Actually," Yan Hang said, "you can do the same as before."
There was a pause in the first year of junior high school, and he looked up at him.
"Between us," Yan Hang said, "whether you like this thing or not, it can be the same as before. It doesn't matter what you want to say or what you want to do."
Still looking at him on the first day of the junior high school.
"You don't need to care about what you can say, what you can't say, will what you say will make me think," Yan Hang raised his hand and flicked on the tip of his nose, "understand?"
"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head and continued to knead the dough.
"Me too," Yan Hang said, "I'll just say what I want to say. I keep wondering whether you will be embarrassed or not. I'm also struggling."
"I'm not embarrassed," said the first day.
"Oh." Yan Hang smiled.
On the first day of the new year, he raised his head and stared at him for a while, suddenly opened his arms, leaned over and hugged him.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.
"Knead your back." Chu Yi hugged him tightly and said quietly.
Yan Hang rubbed his back vigorously.