I can't see anything in front of me, and it's difficult to breathe.
I don't know if it was because he was too nervous or because Yan Hang had caught his neck.
However, in the first year of junior high school, he could still feel the temperature when Yan Hang was attached to him, a little bit hot.
His brain can't turn normally, hasn't he gone crazy? He actually kissed Yan Hang and recovered from the nervousness of being beaten to death, and suddenly fell into this kind of breath that was completely wrapped by Yan Hang's breath. State.
Whether it is the brain or the body, as if the pause button has been pressed, the whole person is stiff.
Only some of the remaining consciousness still survived without petrification.
Yan Hang's lips were very soft, and the rapid breathing that fell on his face was warm, his palms and slightly cool fingertips when he pushed his clothes up.
And the tip of the tongue.
Yan Hang stroked the tip of his tongue, moist and soft.
His remaining consciousness can't process the information at the moment, and even his breath has disappeared in the depths of his consciousness.
It wasn't until the tip of Yan Hang's tongue explored between his teeth that he slapped his face with a slap, that he suddenly recovered from the confusion.
The touch that came like a tide flooded him immediately.
He heard his own gasps, felt Yan Hang's hand poking down, and found himself clenched teeth as if to resist someone poisoning him.
Yan Hang's hands are very beautiful. He doesn't even need to look at it. Just relying on imagination and feelings, the movements of Yan Hang's hands at this moment can be seen in front of him.
The numbness as if being shocked made him bit his lip without suppressing the uncontrollable hum.
He couldn't describe the feelings that followed, and he couldn't resist.
He was still in a trance until Yan Hang opened the quilt and jumped out of bed.
"Set it up." Yan Hang said as he walked outside the bedroom.
"Huh?" The first day of junior high school responded.
He didn't understand what Yan Hang was talking about. All his feelings, all IQ, were held back by the strong stimulus that just appeared in his body.
Yan Hang didn't make a sound and walked out of the bedroom.
He was lying on the bed on the first day of the new year. He couldn't see or hear clearly. His ears were full of buzzing noises. He couldn't even think about where Yan Hang was and what he was doing. He couldn't think about where he was or what happened.
Yan Hang walked into the toilet and closed the door.
No lights on.
In the small dark space of the toilet, I could hear some heavy breathing.
Suddenly, he could feel that the whole process of the first day of the junior high school was ignorant.
He couldn't ask for much himself.
It's just that now he doesn't have time to think, some things have to be solved first.
In fact, it's okay to be on the bed, and there is his source of stimulation next to it, which can be more refreshing.
But after all, there was still an inexplicable sense of shame, he finally chose the toilet, not even embarrassed to turn on the light.
This is probably the most amazing one among so many planes he has grown up and reviewed.
He turned on the toilet light when he was washing his face, holding the sink in his hand, looking at himself in the mirror.
Also... Very handsome.
This kind of expression with "quite cool" written all over his face.
Very shameless.
Yan Hang lowered his head and washed his face, and went back to the bedroom with water drops on his face.
The bedroom was still dark, only the moonlight through the curtains, I could see that I was still lying on the bed on the first day of the new year, and the quilt was not covered.
He didn't even pull the clothes properly, but still pushed to the chest.
He sighed lightly, walked to the bed, knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg, propped the mattress in his hand, lowered his head and touched Chuyi’s face: "Puppy?"
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
"Are you okay?" Yan Hang asked.
"... Ah." He replied again on the first day of the new year, his voice was a little dumb.
"Didn't you let you cover the quilt? There is no heating yet." Yan Hang said as he stretched his hand over the quilt and wanted to cover his belly.
"Don't cover it." Lu Yi said softly.
"Huh?" Yan Hang stopped and pulled his clothes down.
"I..." Chu Yi moved, saying very hard, "I want to change my pants."
"Oh," Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little, but tried to hold it back, "may I help you get a piece of mine?"
"Okay." Chu nodded.
"I turned on the light?" Yan Hang said.
"Don't, don't open it," said the first day.
"All right." Yan Hang rubbed his finger on the bridge of his nose lightly.
When he came out from the closet, he turned his head and saw that he had already sat up on the first day of the month, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his head down.
"Here." Yan Hang handed him the clothes.
On the first day of the new year, he took the clothes, got out of bed, quickly out of the bedroom, and quickly into the toilet.
Yan Hang smiled and turned on the light in the bedroom.
I looked at the things on the bed, except that the sheets were a bit wrinkled, there was nothing unusual, let alone anything on the bed.
After all, I have been wearing pants on the first day of the new year.
He put on a thick house coat, took a cigarette and stood on the balcony.
He let out a long sigh of relief in the rising smoke and looked at the dappled lights in the distance.
I can't say what it's like now.
As far as he is concerned, of course it is still very cool, but the first day... may not be cool, after all, it is too nervous, too sudden...
Yan Hang frowned, feeling that his behavior was a bit like that.
Thinking about it this way, I was still a kid in the first grade.
He squeaked.
Regarding whether he is a milk dog or a dog brother in the first year of junior high school, it is simply a world problem for him.
I spent a long time in the toilet on the first day of the new year. When I returned to the bedroom, I was holding the washed pants in my hand. When I saw him on the balcony, he seemed to be in a dilemma while standing by the bed.
"It's still so diligent in the middle of the night," Yan Hang beckoned, "Come here."
On the first day of the new year, I went to the balcony, put the clothes on the air, and hung the hanger with the underwear on the very end.
When he dried his clothes and bowed his head and walked into the house, Yan Hang took his arm and pulled him over and hugged him.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.
"No." In the first year of the junior high school, his body was still a little stiff.
He rubbed his back on the first day of the middle school for a long time, and then relaxed on the first day of the middle school and leaned on him.
For individual matters, although Yan Hang is not very comfortable, he can still find a little bit of interruption on the topic, but now he really doesn't know what to say.
He could only put his arms around on the first day of the middle school, until he sneezed at the beginning of the first day of the middle school, and he noticed that he was wearing a set of sportswear he had just picked up on the first day of the middle school.
"Come in," he patted the first day of the first year, "sleep."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
When I went back to the house and turned off the lights, when I lay back on the bed, the atmosphere in the darkness once again filled, but this time I felt different.
Yan Hang closed his eyes and sighed long.
"Yan Hang." On the first day of the new year, he rolled over and put his hand on his arm, his palm warm.
"Huh?" Yan Hang replied.
There was no sound on the first day of the junior high school, but he just rubbed his side again, lowered his head and put his forehead on his shoulder.
There was a long silence. When he almost forgot that he had just called him on the first day of the new year, he spoke again on the first day of the new year: "You said I am, did you..."
"Huh?" Yan Hang turned his head, "isn't it what?"
"What's wrong, what's wrong?" said the first day.
"What's wrong?" Yan Hang was stunned.
He thinks this matter is a bit serious, probably until just now, did he associate his liking for a person with this kind of thing
Then this excitement is a bit big.
"What's wrong with this," Yan Hang quickly turned over and lay on his side face to face with him, but for a while he didn't know what to say, "These things... are quite normal."
"Is it normal?" Lu Yi looked at him.
A small spot of light from the moon coming through the curtains fell on the corner of his eyes, and it looked a bit pitiful. Yan Hang couldn't help reaching out and touching his head. He felt that he could feel the ears that were clipped in the first day of the first year in his hand. .
He organized the language with some effort: "It's normal, everyone can..."
"You too, is that so?" asked the first day of the month.
"Ah," Yan Hang felt that his IQ in the first year of junior year might have just been shot out with some protein, "Isn't this nonsense?"
"I don't think it, it's not," the first day of the month said in a low voice, "There is no one, as soon as you touch it... You go to the toilet, yes, no..."
"Wait," Yan Hang suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this topic. He stretched out his hand to press on the forehead of the first year of junior high school, pulled his head back, and looked at his face, "What are you talking about?"
"That's it, that's it, just..." the first day of the new year said very stubbornly, "just just, just now I was one, just..."
"Fuck," Yan Hang couldn't help but want to laugh, "Are you saying you shot as soon as you touched it?"
"Ah," Chu Yi shook his head, broke free of his hand, buried his face in the quilt, and muttered, "Is there something wrong with me?"
"Fuck you, uncle scared me," Yan Hang couldn't help but laughed, and rubbed his first year's head through the quilt. "There is a fart problem."
"Why is this, so fast," the first day of the new year muffled voice, "second shot."
Yan Hangle made a sound and couldn't care about comforting him. He turned over and lay on his back and laughed wildly, coughing.
On the first day of the new year, he finally lifted his head from the quilt and looked at him with his eyebrows curled up: "You, you fucking laugh, it's over!"
"Oh, so fierce," Yan Hang squeezed his nose while happily, "I can see the canine teeth."
On the first day of the new year, he glared at him silently with his eyebrows twisted.
"Hey, don't laugh anymore," Yan Hang took a deep breath, and suppressed the energy he wanted to laugh. "You are fine."
Still looking at him on the first day of the junior high school.
"You haven't played it yourself," Yan Hang felt a little embarrassed after he finished speaking, but his appearance in the first grade made him gritted his teeth and said, "That must be... sensitive, plus it's not your own hand... This is more exciting. Big, so just..."
Yan Hang cleared his throat: "I shot it as soon as I touched it."
He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and after a while he lay back under the quilt: "Ah... ashamed."
Yan Hang couldn't hold back and became happy again.
On the first day of the new year, he bowed to him twice: "Then you, what?"
"What am I?" Yan Hang asked.
"Have you ever lived like this?" asked the first day.
"No," Yan Hang said, "I will use my left hand and the right hand."
"A slow motion." On the first day of the new year, he sang like a scripture.
Yan Hang laughed for a long time again.
All laughed sleepy.
On the first day of the junior high school, I finally stopped struggling with this matter, sticking my nose out of the quilt, and fell asleep soon after.
I thought it was an embarrassing thing, but after having fun, I didn't feel so embarrassed anymore.
But when Yan Hang woke up in the morning, he seemed to have recovered. After every cell was awake, the feeling of embarrassment returned.
It should be the same in the first year of the middle school, get up, wash, eat early, and go a little smoothly when going out.
"You go straight tonight?" Yan Hang asked.
"Well," Chu nodded, thinking about it and looking at him again, "If you want to go, take a taxi, don't take the bus."
"Got it." Yan Hang smiled.
"Then I'm leaving." On the first day of the new year, he opened the door and walked out.
"Dog." Yan Hang called him again.
On the first day of the new year, he returned: "What do you call me, what?"
"Puppy, I'm anxious," Yan Hang pointed to the TV cabinet, "There is a set of keys in that drawer. Take it. You don't have to knock on the door when you come back."
"...Oh." The first day of the month replied, and walked over a little awkwardly, opened the drawer and took out the key.
When I walked to the door, I followed a very standard turn. I didn't adjust it after two jumps. In the end, I could only turn out the door.
After the door closed, Yan Hang sighed.
At this moment, it seems that the timing of the key is not so appropriate.
He had been walking out of the elevator in the first year of the junior high school, and finally relaxed a little, his footsteps were not so weird, he bowed his head and tidyed up his clothes.
After walking out of the building, there was a cold wind on him, and he fought a cold war, and his thoughts finally returned to the normal range.
After not taking a few steps, he turned his head abruptly and looked upstairs behind him.
The bay window of Yan Hang's house was closed, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the window suddenly opened, and Yan Hang stretched out his arm and waved at him.
He staggered and almost jumped to the ground. He didn't even bother to wave his hand to Yan Hang. He turned around and strode towards the gate of the community, and almost ran away.
He didn't take a taxi today. It cost too much to take a taxi back and forth every day. He went out earlier today, so he took the bus back to school.
There were a lot of people along the way, squeezing back and forth. He gave way from the front of the car to the rear of the car, and then to the belly of the car, and finally was squeezed to the back door by a few aunts.
I felt embarrassed when I woke up in the morning. I was embarrassed to watch Yan Hang and didn't even dare to recall what happened last night. Now I was squeezed back and forth in the car so all the embarrassment was squeezed away.
The thought of "get me out of the car" is left in my mind.
When getting off the bus at the school station, people were crowded a lot.
As soon as he walked into the gate of the school, someone nearby called him: "First year of junior high school!"
"Ah," he turned his head and saw the dissatisfied head teacher, "Ms. Yang."
"You are a bit too shameful!" Teacher Yang looked at him.
The first day of the new year was stunned, and did not speak.
Teacher Yang said this, he should have known that he did not go back to the dormitory yesterday.
"My parents asked you to come to school all the way to learn things, not to play around the world!" Teacher Yang frowned, "Why does the school let local students live on campus? Isn't it just for strict management!"
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded, and he didn't even dare to look at him when he lowered his head.
He is rarely scolded by the teacher, but when the teacher does not scold him, he will be nervous. Now that the teacher is standing in front of him, he can hardly speak a word.
"I used to take such a long vacation before," Teacher Yang said, "Now I don't return home at night! What if something happens!"
"I know, I know." It took a long time before he suffocated a sentence.
"When you come to school, I will be responsible to you, and to each of you. Don't think that going to a secondary school is easier than going to school, and you can just mess around!" Teacher Yang said.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
"Your professional class is now the best in the class," Teacher Yang said, "Don't relax yourself! This is your ability to eat in the future!"
"Got it." said the first day.
"Okay," Teacher Yang waved, "You go to class."
He breathed a sigh of relief on the first day, turned and ran away.
There were only two classes in the morning, and nothing happened after the class. On the first day of the junior high school, I sat with a few people in the dormitory on the edge of the playground and watched the seniors play basketball.
"Lao Yang still said you did anything?" Zhou Chunyang asked.
"Huh?" The first day of the day recovered from the trance and looked at him.
"Did you go to the dock to carry your bags last night?" Zhou Chunyang frowned, "You didn't wake up all morning?"
"No," he rubbed his nose a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school, "just move it for a while, brick."
"... Your uncle." Zhou Chunyang looked at him.
"I work for ten, and it's only over after one o'clock," the first day of the month sighed, "what, what should I do?"
"It's okay," Zhou Chunyang said. "You can come back before eleven o'clock. Just climb up the iron staircase outside the corridor window. You can turn around in the corridor at ten o'clock, listen to the movement, eleven o'clock. I will come and take a look."
"Yesterday it was an inch too," Hu Biao said. "Old Yang came over to Su Bin, the idiot who didn't know what was going on. When he came in, he saw an empty bed."
"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.
He doesn't want to give up the job. After all, he is different from other classmates. Working is his only source of income. If he doesn't work, he won't even be able to eat, let alone the tuition.
He has to pay back the money to Coach He. People are so willing to help him. He can't delay the payment for too long. It is best to pay back the money before the New Year.
"Dog." There was a girl's voice with a smile behind him.
He didn't look back on the first day of the new year, he was embarrassed.
Zhou Chunyang tilted his head: "Ignore people?"
"I don't know what, what reason." said the first day.
"Brother Dog," another girl said, "Why are you so indifferent, can't you say hello? It's rude!"
He hesitated for two seconds on the first day of the new year, turned his head, and saw three girls leaning against the tree behind them, drinking soda and watching.
"Hi." said the first day.
The girls were stunned.
There was no extra social vocabulary reserve in the first grade, so I turned back to watch people play.
"I served you," Zhou Chunyang said, "Sometimes I really want to see how you chase people like this."
Chasing people
Who are you chasing
Chasing... Yan Hang
The first day of the new year suddenly fell into a one-way embarrassment.
But he also suddenly realized that he was just confessing like Yan Hang, and then... there was no such process of "chasing".
Yes, I haven't chased it.
Do you want to chase it
Yes? Whether you like a man or a woman, don’t you have to pursue it
what.
Does Yan Hang want to chase it? How to chase
He turned his head to look at Zhou Chunyang.
"What are you doing," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "Isn't it?"
"Just look, two eyes." said the first day.
Zhou Chunyang laughed: "I'm sick."
He was about to talk on the first day of the junior high school when his cell phone rang.
Is it Yan Hang? He took out his cell phone anxiously, reached out his hand and answered the phone directly.
But when he held the phone to his ear, he could see the caller ID.
Not Yan Hang.
It is a number that has not been saved, and the attribution shows a southern city.
He suddenly remembered the call from the capital last night.
Is it dad
Is it the same person
One north and one south, changing places overnight
"... Hello?" He stood up, turned and walked to a side where there was no one.
There is no sound on the phone.
"Speak," walked to the side of the teaching building on the first day of the junior high school, "Hello?"
No one said anything over there.
He couldn't control his hand in the first grade, and started to tremble again. I didn't know if it was a premonition or something else. It was so strong that he couldn't control his thoughts.
This is a call from my dad.
After a few seconds of silence, he spoke very hard, in a very low voice: "Dad?"
Quickly hung up the phone over there.
On the first day of the junior high school, I stood in place, staring at a small clump of grass in the corner.
It's dad.
This feeling is too strong to be avoided.
It took him a long time to calm himself down, and he rushed back to look at his dormitory several times and waved his hands to indicate that he was okay, then picked up his mobile phone and dialed Yan Hang's number.
"Puppy." Yan Hang answered the phone.
"I picked it up again, received the call, and talked." said the first day.
"Is that the silent call?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes," said the first day, "I think it's my dad."
Yan Hang paused for two seconds: "Did you call him?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"What's the reaction over there?" Yan Hang asked.
"Hang up." said the first day.
Yan Hang didn't speak, as if he was thinking.
"Do you want to... call the police?" Chu Yi bit his lip.
It was very difficult for him to say this sentence. He didn't know what role his father played in that matter, and he didn't know what the outcome would be if the police caught his father.
But he still said it.
If it was another person, he might still hesitate, but it was Yan Hang.
"The two numbers are different, right?" Yan Hang asked.
"Well," said the first day of the new year, "one south and one north."
"This kind of arbitrary display number may not be able to find out," Yan Hang thought for a long time, "First... don't call the police."
"No, don't you want to know where he is?" Chuyi asked softly.
"I want to know," Yan Hang said, "but this is not necessarily useful, and..."
"What?" The first day of the junior high school was a little anxious.
"I don't want you to do this," Yan Hang said. "If you really need to call the police, I can just tell you."
I didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and suddenly I felt like crying.
"Don't cry," Yan Hang said, "cry again and I will smoke you."
"No," the first day of the year took a breath, "I am a dog, brother Gou."
"Brother shit," Yan Hang smiled, "You are a little sesame dog with me."
"Brother Dog." insisted on the first day.
"You are really stubborn." Yan Hang said with a smile.
"Brother Gou." The first day of the day emphasized again.
"Brother Dog, it must be Brother Dog," Yan Hang said, "Brother Dog, don't eat tonight. Go to your cafe. I'll make you some good food. You pay the bill."
"Okay." Chuyi smiled. After hanging up the phone, he rubbed his eyes and found that his eyelashes were still wet.