I closed my eyes on the first day of the new year, and the whole person leaned on Yan Hang, resting his chin on his shoulder, feeling very relaxed and comfortable.
Ever since he discovered that he would react to Yan Hang inexplicably, he hasn't relaxed so much anymore, always afraid that embarrassing things will happen when he encounters Yan Hang or gets close to Yan Hang.
Just as the test time is almost over and the papers are not finished, you can harden it when you are anxious. The more nervous you are, the easier it is to have problems.
He felt that he hadn't been so comfortable next to Yan Hang for a long time.
Yan Hang patted him lightly on his back, just like coaxing a child, giving him a sense of peace and relaxation.
He hugged Yan Hang tightly and rubbed Yan Hang's back.
"Someone dared to wipe their hands on my clothes. I slapped him and fanned him to the balcony." Yan Hang said.
"Huh?" On the first day of the first year, he closed his eyes and rubbed Yan Hang's back again. He only thought that Yan Hang's voice was very good, but he didn't pay much attention to what he said.
"You fucking wipe your hands on me again," Yan Hang said, "I'll smoke you."
"Ah," Chu Yi reacted abruptly, and quickly raised his hands to take a look, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "I have no hands, no noodles, powder."
"Nonsense," Yan Hang said, "it's all on my back."
On the first day of the new year, he was stunned and couldn't help but laughed.
He laughed so deeply, he couldn't stop the car anymore, and he quacked on Yan Hang's shoulder for a minute.
After releasing Yan Hang, he looked behind Yan Hang.
… It’s also okay, there are a few flour lines, if Yan Hang is not wearing a black T-shirt today, he won’t be able to see it.
"Nothing, no." said the first day of the month.
"It's pretty slippery to talk nonsense now," Yan Hang looked at him, "just open your mouth and come."
She smiled embarrassedly on the first day of the junior high school.
"Go," Yan Hang lifted his chin, "There are stuffing ingredients in the small basket in the kitchen. Bring it here."
"Not in the kitchen, do you do it in the kitchen?" asked the first day of the month.
"The sun is good here at the window," Yan Hang looked out the window, "Stay comfortable here."
"Okay." Chu nodded, went to the kitchen and took out the small basket.
"Take my mobile phone to start a live broadcast," Yan Hang said, "It's been a long time since I did anything complicated."
"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he took his mobile phone.
Yan Hang released the lock and sent a Weibo, then handed him the phone, took the mask and put it on: "You can take a photo today."
I didn't play the live broadcast in the first year of the junior high school, I just watched it.
Yan Hang sat on the bay window with one leg bent, chin resting on his knees and looking at him: "Will you do it?"
"No, I know," Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang on the screen, and the line of words that had been swiped over, "This counts, has it started?"
-Forget it, it's already started
-Today is the little handsome guy taking the mirror 23333
-Brother Xiaotian is too much like a picture of my sky
-The screenshot is taken, and the phone screensaver has a new picture
"Little sisters, it's starting to talk too much," Yan Hang said.
"Quite a lot." Chu nodded.
"That's the beginning." Yan Hang took out a washed potato from the small basket and tossed it towards the camera. "Today I will make a bread with milk and dog stuffing for the puppy."
so hot!
Chu Yi brushed at least three rows of exclamation marks with the ladies on the screen.
-Make bread for the puppy! ! ! God!
-Do you have milk puppies
-This pampering tone is killing me
"Dice potatoes." Yan Hang took the knife in his left hand and lowered his head to start cutting potatoes.
-Left hand
-It's the first time I saw Brother Xiaotian use his left hand
-I'm so slippery with my left hand!
It wasn't until this moment in the first grade that I realized that the hidden skills of the left hand that Yan Hang said was probably this, and his left hand did nothing different from the right hand.
Thinking of what Yan Hang had said to him before, he was hitting a plane or slapped up... He suddenly felt that Yan Hang was insane.
"Onion," Yan Hang picked up an onion and shook it towards the camera. "Dice it too."
-Talk to the puppy
-Yeah, handsome boy, are you a human selfie stick today
"Dinger." said the first day.
-. . . . . .
-hahahahahahahahaha
-Puppy card repeater
Yan Hang glanced at him: "I was laughed at by Miss Sister, right?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Come on, say this." Yan Hang picked up Bacon again.
"Bacon," said the first day, "diced."
"Right." Yan Hang nodded.
-HHHHHH is so cute
-With a face
-Oh my God, you two will get married soon!
My hand shook when I saw this sentence on the first day of the new year, and the phone almost fell to the ground.
After cutting all the ingredients into dices, Yan Hang stood up: "Now I'm going to the kitchen, let's fry the stuffing."
On the first day of the new year, he held his mobile phone and followed him with a little dizziness.
-The first time I saw Xiaotian's whole body
-This figure is drooling. . .
-Puppy go and tear off his mask! ! !
Stir-fry the stuffing is quite simple. Put the potatoes and onions in first, and then put the bacon when the fry is soft.
On the first day of the junior high school, he hadn't recovered from what the young lady said before, just staring at Yan Hang on the screen.
It wasn't until Yan Hang put the fried stuffing into the bowl that he said again: "It's out of the pot."
-Oh my god, this commentary is too cold
-Don't you know what to say
-I'm probably dumbfounded, just like us
"Next." Yan Hang skillfully knocked three eggs into the bowl with his left hand, then turned his head and held the bowl in front of him.
"Eggs." said the first day.
"Well," Yan Hang returned his hand and poured some white things into the bowl, then handed the bowl in front of him, "This."
"I don't know." The first one replied.
"Taste it." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the new year, he stretched his hand and tapped gently in the bowl, and sucked his fingers: "Cream."
"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Add salt and a little black pepper, and just mix it well, milk dog stuffing."
-I'm dead
-I exploded
"Yacht." On the first day of the new year, he saw two gifts and couldn't help but say something.
-Give you a yacht!
-For you, for you, for you
-Oh my God is so cute
"Now let's make local dog bread." Yan Hang took the filling out of the kitchen and returned to the bay window.
-The puppy will be in the mirror
-Seek the same box!
On the first day of the new year, he looked at Yan Hang, and Yan Hang was pulling his head down to form small piles of noodles and pile them side by side.
He leaned over and pointed the phone at himself and Yan Hang.
"Huh?" Yan Hang turned his head.
"Seeking the same frame." said the first day.
"You really do what you want." Yan Hang said.
"Ah." Chuyi smiled.
-I'm sorry I died again
-I'm dead too
-Die together, leave me a place to lie down
"The next thing is to pinch the puppy," Yan Hang said, "came a close-up."
"Yeah." Chu Chu a camera pointed at Yan Hang's hand.
"I have a hand injury," Yan Hang said. "With one hand, don't make it too complicated. Just be a dog's head. If it is too complicated, it will be easily deformed when it is baked."
Yan Hang's right hand can only help, and after putting the filling on the surface, his left hand is basically squeezing it.
But when I saw it in the first time, Yan Hang's left hand made a few oval shapes, and then a few more times, a round dog's head came out, and then he pulled a small dough to stick his ears and Eye.
"Our native dog is standing ears," Yan Hang said. "When we act like a baby, we only clip our ears..."
In the first year of the junior high school, I can't see what the ladies are talking on the screen. I only know that the brush is fast and there are a lot of gifts. His mind is full of buzzing "our dog" and "acting like a baby"...
"Okay, this is a flowered puppy," Yan Hang said while using scissors to cut a small opening on the dough and gently squeeze it into the shape of a petal. "Now put it in the oven, let it ferment for a while, and then bake it at 180 degrees for 15 minutes. Minutes, after baking, pour in the cream sauce you just made, and continue to bake for 5 minutes before you can eat it."
Yan Hang put the prepared bread on the baking tray and carried it into the kitchen.
Chuyi followed him in a daze, and when he entered the kitchen, he bumped against the door frame.
Yan Hang put the baking tray in the oven and turned around after setting the time.
On the first day of the new year, he finally recovered. According to Yan Hang's habit, it can be over at this time. There is no concluding remarks and no concluding remarks. He concentrated his fingers on the screen and quit the live broadcast.
"There is still some flour, let's make some puppy biscuits." Yan Hang said.
"Yeah." Chu nodded, put the phone on the table, went to the sink and carefully washed the flour residue on his hands, then turned and hugged Yan Hang again.
"What are you doing?" Yan Hang asked.
"Say a baby." said the first day.
"Oh," Yan Hang smiled, and touched his head with his hand back, "What about the ears?"
"Clip, get up." said the first day.
Yan Hang smiled and patted his hand: "I'm tightening my wound."
"Oh!" On the first day of the new year, he quickly let go.
The bread that Yan Hang baked today was very complicated and took a long time. He also made puppy biscuits. When they were all baked, they were ready for dinner.
"Just eat this, this." The first day of the first day of the month, he said with a dog bread.
"Whatever you want," Yan Hang said, "Let's eat, you can make some pasta if you want to eat something else later."
"Yeah." Chuyi took a bite of bread.
"Is it delicious?" Yan Hang asked.
"It's delicious." Chu nodded.
This was not against his intentions at all. He felt that Yan Hang's level of making these things could kill a cake shop in seconds.
A total of sixteen Tugou breads were made, ten on the first day of the new year, and four for Yan Hang, leaving two on the first day of the new year and planned to have breakfast tomorrow.
"Tell you something." Yan Hang said while sitting on the sofa while looking at his mobile phone.
"Yeah." Sitting next to him on the first day.
"The part-time job that I told you before," Yan Hang said, "People say that from tomorrow, from 7:30 to 10 in the evening."
"Tomorrow?" On the first day of the new year, he was excited at first. After all, he didn't have much money, but after the excitement, he was a little nervous. He had done a job in total, so he didn't need to talk.
"Tomorrow night I will accompany you to recognize the place," Yan Hang said, "It's not too far away from me."
"Okay," rubbed his hands on the first day of the new year, "I have, I'm a little nervous."
"It's okay," Yan Hang glanced at him, "You'll cheat gifts, and the waiter's job is still tight."
"I didn't!" The first day of the new year was stunned, "Who deceived the gift
"Today, the young ladies made a lot of gifts." Yan Hang said.
"That's you!" Chuyi glared at him.
Every time Miss Sister died collectively because of what you said!
But he didn't feel embarrassed to say this, and it was too long, and it was difficult to say it.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm in a very good mood today..."
"Really?" asked the first day.
"Really," Yan Hang looked at him, "I haven't been so happy for a long time."
"Tired?" On the first day of the junior high school, he still looked a little tired. I don't know if it was because he was too tired to make bread, or because he was a little weak after a high fever.
"It's kind of," Yan Hang said, "it's the same after the fever is gone."
"Then you still make bread." said the first day.
"It doesn't matter if I'm in a good mood," Yan Hang put his arm on his arm, "I was carrying a stomachache and made a big meal during the Chinese New Year the year before last."
"This year is over, where are you during the Chinese New Year?" asked on the first day of the new year.
"Here," Yan Hang thought for a while, "I spent time with Old Cui."
On the first day of the new year, I remembered what happened during the Chinese New Year, and the mood at that time can still be clearly recalled. He frowned, then suddenly raised his head: "Naming, next year..."
"I still talk to old Cui," Yan Hang said, "he won't go home anyway."
I didn't speak in the first day of the new year.
He has never thought about the New Year. For him, the New Year is just like that, but now that he has found Yan Hang, the New Year is not just like that.
He didn't want to go home for the New Year, he just wanted to go back quietly to see his grandpa, grandma, and aunt, but he would be separated from Yan Hang again. When he thought of the three days when he went home on November, his mood suddenly plummeted.
"There are still a few months left," Yan Hang put his hand on his head, tucked a bunch of hair with his fingers, and turned around, "Look at your expression."
On the first day of the month, he turned his head and grinned at him.
"Are you going to work?" Hu Biao was a little surprised. "Are you short of money? Tell us if you are short of money, let's make some for you?"
"No," Chu Yi sighed, "just want to work."
"Why?" Hu Biao asked again.
"Make money," said the first day of the month.
"Still, tell us if you are short of money." Hu Biao said.
"Hey," Zhou Chunyang lied on the bed, "People just go to work to make money, not because they are short of money and waiting for our crowdfunding. Why is it so hard to talk to you."
"How tired it is to work," Hu Biao said, "we are still children."
Looked at him on the first day of the new year.
"Isn't it? You don't have a correct understanding of yourself," Hu Biao said. "Aren't we just kids? My brother is 20 years old, and I look at me like kids."
He didn't speak in the first year of junior high school. He never felt that he was a child, and no one in the family used to treat him as a child. He just felt that he was a native.
But when Hu Biao said this, he seemed to suddenly understand something.
Yan Hang.
In Yan Hang's eyes, he is a child, right
Puppies, little dogs, milk dogs...
Yan Hang just treats him like a child, a child who is used to spoiling his ears...
I started to have a little appetite today.
Just after four o'clock, Yan Hang felt a little hungry. After five o'clock, he went to make himself a fried rice with shredded coconut and pineapple.
It is estimated that the body is slowly recovering.
Of course, what affects his appetite the most is his emotions, and everything is fine when he gets better.
He took his cellphone and looked at the time. Originally, he planned to come over to eat with him and then go to work in the restaurant, but when he was out, he was called by the teacher to help move things.
Yan Hang lay down on the sofa. During this period of time before coming to the first day of the junior high school, he didn't know whether he should read a book, play a game, or squint for a while.
He held his mobile phone casually, and the security software reminded him that he hadn't cleaned up the trash for a long time, so he ordered clean up.
After cleaning up, a certain cloud storage told him that there weren't many locations, so spend money to buy some.
He looked at it, and all that took up space was photos and videos.
He doesn't want to delete the photos.
video
He hadn't watched the video for a long time, and he almost couldn't remember what it was. He opened the video folder.
The first video that jumped into his sight made him stunned.
He no longer remembers that he still has small porn in these places. Fortunately, the first day of the day did not have the habit of researching his mobile phone. This should be seen by the first day of the year, and he should not be embarrassed and crazy.
He stared at the title of the video for a while.
In fact, I used to watch AV, and I watched it when I was smashed, and sometimes I watched pictures.
He frowned. A person watching an AV, touching the waist of a little boy, can actually respond... Yan Hang, do you have such a wide range of interests
Yan Hang rested his arm in thought.
He recalled his previous feelings. When he looked at these, his attention was on the man or the woman... But for a while, he was still a little confused.
But what is certain is that whether it is a video or a picture, he will not use only girls.
So to say…
Yan Hang tutted and clicked on the video.
Give it a try to your mother.
On the first day of the new year, I waited downstairs for Yan Hang to come down, and went around the small garden by the way, but no hedgehog was found.
The security guard looked at him when he passed by: "Looking for a hedgehog?"
"Ah." Chuyi smiled.
"Probably went for a walk with his wife over there." The security guard pointed to the flower garden in the distance.
"His wife?" The first day of the month was stunned.
"Well," the security nodded, "Just your Uncle Cui, I don't know where to pick up a female hedgehog..."
On the first day of the new year he laughed, he really didn't expect Cui Yi to still have this kind of leisure, looking for a wife for the hedgehog.
When I was about to walk over there and take a look, Yan Hang's voice came from behind: "Where are you going."
On the first day of the new year, he immediately turned his head and rushed to him in two steps wrapped in the wind: "Nowhere, don't go."
"Go," Yan Hang put an arm on his shoulder, then took it down again, glanced at him, put his arm up again, then frowned, "You won't grow longer, will you?"
"Huh?" Chu Yi touched the top of his head, "I don't know."
"It's not easy to take a shoulder." Yan Hang said.
"Then what," said the first day of the new year, "I'll give it to you later, buy high heels, shoes, right?"
"I'm telling you about the first day of the new year," Yan Hang glanced at him, "I will stick your mouth after I buy a plaster in a while."
Laughed for a long time on the first day of the new year.
This working restaurant is not big, it looks a bit like the small coffee shop where Yan Hang used to work, with seven or eight small tables, warm yellow lights, very light music, and the aroma of coffee that you can smell at the door.
"Go in by yourself," Yan Hang stood across the street with him, "Don't let people see you come to work and have to be accompanied by someone."
"Well," Chu nodded, "They know, know I'm stuck, don't they?"
"I know," Yan Hang smiled, "People say that there is no need to say anything, and after a few polite words, there is nothing else to say."
"Okay," the first day of the new year looked at the time, "in now, go in? Not yet, it's time."
Yan Hang also looked at the time, and there were still 20 minutes left before the appointment time: "After a while, it will be fine three to five minutes in advance. It is too early if someone else has other things inconvenient."
"Then stand here for a while." Chu nodded.
"Go over there." Yan Hang looked at both sides and pointed forward.
The two of them walked forward for a while and sat down on the chairs on the side of the road.
It's cold now, except for the two of them, no one else is still sitting here with a hair dryer.
"Is it cold?" asked the first day.
"It's not cold." Yan Hang put his arm on the back of the chair behind him, and his fingers lit his shoulders, as if he was playing rhythm.
The first year of junior high school likes the atmosphere now.
The two of him and Yan Hang, talking or not talking, were comfortable because they could feel the slight temperature on Yan Hang's body.
"Do you want to show you a magic trick?" Yan Hang said.
"Left hand too, will it?" asked the first day of the day.
"Oh, forgot," Yan Hang laughed, "You can play with steel with your left hand, but you can't change it. If you don't have the right hand, it will show you stuff."
On the first day of the new year, he laughed for a while, and then looked at the ground and froze for a while.
"Yan Hang," he turned his head, "are you, aren't you..."
"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Think I am, a child?" asked the first day of the new year, "that is, treat me as a child, and a child?"
"Why ask this?" Yan Hang smiled.
"Just want to ask." said the first day.
"When I first saw you, I thought you were a primary school student," Yan Hang said, "I knew you should be in junior high school when you were wearing a school uniform."
"Because it's short?" Chuyi sighed.
"No," Yan Hang looked at him, "because you are timid."
"Oh," the first day of the new year thought for a while, "then, what about coming?"
"Later," Yan Hang raised his head and looked at the sky, "Later... I was a little bit unclear. On the one hand I think you have grown up a lot, but at the same time I still feel that you are very small."
Yan Hang gave a little thumbs up: "That's it."
"Actually, I'm a steel, fine, right?" said the first day.
Yan Hang laughed and stopped after a while, and when he looked at him again, his expression became a little serious.
"It's not a kid anymore," Yan Hang looked at him, reached out his hand and clicked on his lips, "At least I now... I can't even treat you as a kid."