When several people in the dormitory gathered around with interest and wanted to continue to inquire about the "love affair" in the first year of the junior high school, Zhou Chunyang clapped his hands: "I'm hungry for snacks, do you want to make a skewer?"
In the winter, it was cold and windy outside. For foodies, the appeal of Zhou Chunyang's words overwhelmed everything. Several people suddenly shouted at the same time: "Go!"
"Let's go," Zhou Chunyang waved his hand, "Actually, I really want to eat teppanyaki... Unfortunately, there is no teppanyaki here."
Several people, with good imaginations about food, went out together.
He was at the end of the team on the first day of the junior high school, and he was not particularly greedy.
Zhou Chunyang slowed down and walked next to him.
"Your business," Zhou Chunyang whispered, "Don't tell the people in the dormitory."
"Huh?" He didn't react at first, looking at him.
"It's about whether or not to fall in love with whom to fall in love," Zhou Chunyang said.
"Well," Chu nodded, thinking about it, and asked again, "Then you..."
"I didn't want to say," Zhou Chunyang said, "I was not forcibly exposed by Wang Min's fool."
The first day of the new year sighed.
"There are too many people like that. Even if our dormitory can live together peacefully, it will not keep everyone else. Look at Wang Min like that, you know you too... After that, it will be endless with our dormitory, and we will develop a homophobia. Come in the team, how are you going to live these days."
I smiled on the first day of the new year, and soon felt that I couldn't laugh again.
"It's okay to live in your own heart," Zhou Chunyang said, "some things don't have to be approved by others."
At the beginning, he was full of horror at these things because of Wang Min’s almost agitated reaction. I don’t know since when he seemed to have forgotten these things. Maybe it was Zhou Chunyang’s calm and indifferent attitude, maybe his love for Yan Hang was full. He squeezed out all these fears.
It wasn't until now that he remembered it again, he suddenly came back to his senses, that he was already the "dead gay" he was most afraid of back then.
Although he tried to tell himself that there was nothing, it was difficult to really be like Zhou Chunyang.
Just think about it now, in fact, many things are like this, as Zhou Chunyang said, if you know it, you can accept it. It is not necessary to say it out loud to let everyone know, nor does it need to let everyone understand themselves. .
Yan Hang stood beside the trash can outside the employee aisle, smoking a cigarette and taking a break.
As the Chinese New Year is approaching, he is so busy that he has a strong urge to resign. He has grown up so much and has not persisted in any work yet.
If he hadn't been thinking about going to the back kitchen, he might have really stopped doing it.
Last week, the manager of another restaurant talked to him. He was also a foreman. The salary and working hours were better than they are now. He didn't consider it either.
He is still thinking about the back kitchen, and he has a better chance of going to the back kitchen.
"Xiao Yan." Manager Tang called him from behind.
"Well," Yan Hang replied, turning his head, "Are you looking for me?"
"Just chat," Manager Tang walked to him, lit a cigarette, and stood side by side with him, "I just came out to breathe."
"Go to the trash can to breathe." Yan Hang said.
Manager Tang laughed: "Hey."
"Is there something I want to do?" Yan Hang asked. Manager Tang usually doesn't come here to smoke. He has a separate office and can smoke as soon as the window is opened.
"You and Xiao Wang are already busy like that," Manager Tang smiled, "How can I even dare to arrange a job, two such capable foremen, I'm afraid I will leave."
Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.
"What's more, there is a guy who has never wanted to be a foreman," Manager Tang looked at him, "right?"
Yan Hang lowered his head and pinched his cigarette: "It's not that I don't want to do it, but I prefer the back kitchen... As the foreman, I will work hard for a day on the job, and it won't affect it."
"I know this. I thought of you as a foreman and did it first, but it turned out to be very good. I can't change it for a while," said Manager Tang.
"Just tell me, what kind of personality do I have? I'm still going around with me." Yan Hang knew that Manager Tang must have some arrangements, maybe he knew that someone had come to dig him before.
Manager Tang laughed: "I always remember that you want to go to the back kitchen, and I really want to let you go there if you have a chance, but you have to wait for Jinling to come back. Jinling's work may be rescheduled. Then I will see if I can let you go to the back kitchen."
"Okay." Yan Hang nodded without thinking.
"I will try my best to make arrangements for you. I will definitely start from the lowest level when changing individuals, but you have the foundation," Manager Tang said, "I see if I can arrange for an assistant or something."
"Thank you, Manager Tang," Yan Hang said, "I wish you an early life."
"I'm nervous," Manager Tang pinched the cigarette, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "An Xin and work hard, I will help you think about the matter of going to the back kitchen if I agree."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
When I was about to get off work, Cui Yi called and said, "If you have time, go grab some New Year goods."
"Do you think I am free?" Yan Hang sighed.
"I'll just say it casually," Cui Yi said, "you must have an opening statement on the phone."
"I always thought that the opening remark was'Hey'." Yan Hang smiled, "I'll let the first one go to grab it. They have the last subject in the final exam today, and they will be fine after the exam."
"How do you spend the Chinese New Year this year?" Cui Yi asked.
"I don't know yet. I haven't arranged a class with Sister Wang yet. I don't know whose class is in the night of thirty. She said she will go," Yan Hang said, "I think of her as a girl, anyway she is still there. Fight, especially man."
"We can go to your restaurant to book a table," Cui Yi said, "how about the first year of the junior high school?"
"He wants to go home and see his grandparents," Yan Hang said, "if I take a break, then..."
"Then you go back with him." Cui Yi said.
"Then you are so pitiful, I think of a perfect solution." Yan Hang said.
"Please give up on me. I have been alone for so many years," Cui Yi said. "It's annoying to be with you, so I have to shoot."
Yan Hang thought of the way Cui Yi ran wildly with firecrackers on his shoulders last year, and couldn't hold back his joy for a while.
"There is one more thing," Cui Yi said, "I originally wanted to talk about it after the New Year, but if you want to go out during the New Year, you should pay attention."
"Huh? Is there news over there?" Yan Hang asked immediately.
"The crip who attacked you was not found," Cui Yi said, "but one of the people who had contact with him may be suspect. That's all I know, and I will tell you when I have more news."
Yan Hang frowned: "That's at least two people?"
"Yes," Cui Yi said, "but it's uncertain whether this lame is related to the events of the year. He might just be a helper."
"I know," Yan Hang hesitated, "Does his dad have any clues on the first day of the junior high school?"
"No," Cui Yi said, "There are many difficulties in the two cases now, and it is impossible for people to disclose more."
"Thanks for the police uncle," Yan Hang sighed, "I hope they can... catch the suspects Chu and Yan as soon as possible."
"I recorded it, and I will show it to Yan in the future." Cui Yi said.
Yan Hang laughed: "Damn."
Every time I took out the key to open the door of Yan Hang's house on the first day of the new year, I felt a wonderfully happy feeling.
Not only because this is Yan Hang’s home, but also because there is more and more of his own breath here. There are a few pieces of his change clothes in the closet, and there are toothbrushes that Yan Hang helped him prepare by the washbasin, as well as his slippers.
Although it was only a rented house, it would make him feel much more pleasant than returning to his own home.
Today’s final exam is over, and no one left in the dormitory in an instant.
People on winter vacation are much lonelier than when people go to vacant buildings on National Day. The National Day holiday is more about the vacation itself. During the winter vacation, everyone thinks about "reunion."
So the first day of the junior high school also quickly packed up, and fled with the large group, for fear that he was the last one to leave.
He doesn't have a home to go back, but at least he can stay with Yan Hang.
"How was your test?" Yan Hang made a call and asked about the situation before he got off work.
"Never, I have been so good in the exam," Chu Yi answered truthfully, "I think I can get a full score in the professional department, with full marks."
"So awesome," Yan Hang said, "I'm a bulldog now, very awesome."
"It's still the soil, the dog," said the first day of the new year. "The bulldog is long and doesn't look good."
"It's hard to see where the dog is going, it's stupid," Yan Hang said.
"The native dog is cute," said the first day.
"You were really cute two years ago, puppy," Yan Hang sighed, "Now here, you are ashamed to describe yourself as cute?"
"Sorry." said the first day.
"... All right, little cute," Yan Hang said, "I'll take two meals back from the restaurant in a while, and when I'm done, I will buy some new year goods for Lao Cui. You have to go to the coffee shop today?"
"Well," the first day of the junior high school responded, "there are five days left."
After hanging up the phone, I lay on the sofa on the first day of the new year and took out the phone and looked back and forth.
What he sees most now is the Weibo of Xingtian's little brother.
After the little brother Xingtian accidentally showed his face last time, he has changed from an outdated food anchor to an internet celebrity. Every day watching the number of fans grow, he will be surprised on the first day of the new year, thinking that there must be a crazy young lady for him. Bought a fan.
But the comments are still very interesting.
He likes to watch young ladies talk, they are very cute.
-Today is the first few days since I showed my face and disappeared, Acacia made me amnesia
-Brother Xiaotian, please show up, can we pretend not to see your handsome face
-Yes, in our hearts you are a handsome guy without a face
-Referred to as shameless handsome guy
-Brother Xiaotian! As caring as I am, I added the mask for you
On the first day of the new year, I laughed for a long time looking at the picture posted below. On that day, many people in the live broadcast took the picture of Yan Hang’s face in just one second, and then there were various coding pictures, mask coding, and puppy coding. , Love code...
I saved a lot of it on my phone in the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang was handsome the moment he showed his face that day, although his face was a little confused because of the sudden fall of his scarf.
Looks very sexy.
Yan Hang not only has beautiful eyes and hands, but also a beautiful mouth. He likes to look at the small point in the middle of his upper lip every time he sees it.
The little sisters said they were lip beads.
It sounds sexy.
… what.
Put down the phone on the first day of the new year and stared at the lamp on the ceiling.
The room is probably too warm, and I can react when I look at the lights.
He sighed.
An idea that had troubled him for several months and wanted to practice but because he had no courage and no chance, he hadn't practiced it again.
He glanced at the small alarm clock on the table, and there was still time before Yan Hang returned.
You can try it.
But he was embarrassed.
Although I don't know what is embarrassing about this, everyone in the dormitory can fight with this matter, and he will still be embarrassed.
He sighed again, pulled his pants, and turned his head towards the back of the sofa.
Smelled the familiar breath of Yan Hang.
It is Yan Hang's clothes.
Yan Hang is a person who doesn't like to pack. He often throws his clothes on the sofa casually. Now he has a sweater cardigan on the tip of his nose on the first day of the first year.
At first, he buried his nose and took a breath.
There is the smell of Yan Hang, as well as the faint fragrance of his commonly used perfume.
He closed his eyes on the first day of the new year, and put his hands into his pants.
When Yan Hang opened the door of the room with two sets of steaks, he heard the collision of something in the room.
He was suddenly nervous, pushed open the door, and shouted: "First day of the junior high school!"
"Ah!" The first day of junior high school also shouted in response to him.
At the same time, he saw the back view of jumping across the coffee table and rushing into the toilet on the first day of the day.
Just like when I saw the cripple rushing past in the hospital, his skills were agile and flowing.
Before Yan Hang could see what was going on, he closed the toilet door with a bang.
Yan Hang was stunned by the door holding the steak for several seconds, before turning his hand to close the door, putting the cattle on the coffee table, and walking to the door of the toilet.
There was no movement inside.
"Dogzi?" Yan Hang knocked on the door twice.
"Go away," said the first day of the month, with firmness and coldness in his voice.
Yan Hang was stunned: "Are you letting me go away?"
"Yes." The first day of junior high school answered very positively.
"Your uncle." Yan Hang said.
"No." said the first day.
Yan Hang was inexplicable, but didn't speak any more, standing outside the door and listening.
After a few seconds, there was the sound of water, like rubbing a towel or washing clothes.
The industrious long-time worker decided to fly into the toilet to wash his clothes when the master came back.
How amazing and touching.
The owner was standing outside the door with his arms folded, and suddenly felt that he had guessed what had happened.
Then I just wanted to laugh.
But because there was no final confirmation, the owner held back his smile, and was ready to smile again after confirming it for a while.
About two minutes later, the toilet door lock rang.
Yan Hang took a step back.
But the door did not open directly, but opened a slit, and then I saw the head of the first day of the month poking out from inside.
When I saw him, my eyes widened suddenly, "I knew it!"
"Know what?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.
"I know if you haven't! Go away!" Chu Yi glared at him.
"I'll just ask you, I want to come back and forth like you," Yan Hang said, "Will you go away instead of you?"
He looked at him on the first day of the junior high school, and then replied after a while: "Don't go."
"That's all right," Yan Hang said, "I have to make sure you are all right?"
"I'm fine," Chu Yi held the door with his hand, "You go away."
At a glance, Yan Hang saw something in the hand of the door on the first day of the new year, which was a small batch of washed clothes.
If you read it right, it's underwear.
Yan Hang gritted his teeth and held back a smile, then turned back to the living room.
Before he walked to the sofa and sat down, he heard the sound of running behind him, accompanied by a roar in the first year of junior high school: "Don't look back!"
Yan Hang didn't immediately turn his head. He tilted his head slightly after hearing the footsteps of the first day of the junior high school to the bedroom door, and saw the bare legs of the first day of junior high school.
Not only did he hold the washed underwear, there was also a large pile of gray, which should be washed sports underwear.
Yan Hang fell on the sofa, took his clothes and covered his face and started laughing wildly.
He didn't want to laugh out loud for the first day of junior high school to hear, after all, the first day of junior high school was thin-skinned, and it was very embarrassing for the first day of junior high school to be hit by someone on the spot.
But he really couldn't help it.
Clutching his clothes for a long time, he finally suppressed his smile forcibly.
When he threw his clothes aside, he found that he was standing in front of him with his eyebrows curled.
The pants have been changed.
"Eat." Yan Hang pointed to the big pocket on the coffee table.
"Yeah." On the first day of the year, he wrung his eyebrows and took the bag to the dining table next to him. Then he took the dishes from the kitchen and filled the steak and side dishes.
After setting it up, he turned his head and glanced at Yan Hang, his brows still twisted: "You can eat."
Yan Hang went to wash his hands and sat down by the table.
On the first day of the new year, I sat across from him and started to eat without saying a word.
After eating it for ten minutes, he glanced at Yan Hang's face: "What are you doing today, what time are you back, so early?"
"I came back in the manager's car today," Yan Hang said, "it just so happens that he is going here for errands."
"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.
After a while, he glanced at Yan Hang's face again: "Look, are you there?"
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
After the movement of the hands stopped for a while on the first day, he stretched his voice and sighed.
"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "It's all lords, this kind of thing is normal, if you feel uncomfortable, I will inform you next time I will come over and observe."
There was no answer on the first day of the new year, and he was stunned for a while and continued to bow his head and eat wildly.
It wasn't until the meal was finished to clean up, and when Yan Hang went to the supermarket to help Cui Yi buy New Year's goods, the first day of the junior high school finally eased.
"Don't remember this, this matter." The first day of the month said in a low voice.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.
"Very good." Chu nodded.
Yan Hang smiled, put his arm on his shoulder, and poked his face twice: "I will go back with you for the New Year."
"Really?" Chu Yi suddenly turned his head.
"Yeah," Yan Hang nodded, "but we can only go on the twenty-ninth, my thirtieth and the first day of the junior high school have a holiday."
"The first day." The first day of the month smiled.
"On the first day of the new year," Yan Hang poked him twice, "Then I asked my colleague to help book the flight tickets and the hotel. You have no place to live when you go back?"
"Well," Chu Yi sighed softly, "I want to go home to take a look, and then go to Grandpa to spend thirty years at home."
"Okay," Yan Hang said, "then you have to book a hotel near your grandpa's house."
"Do, dream," looked at him on the first day of the day, "only the brigade, the hostel."
"The hostel is just the hostel," Yan Hang said, "I used to sleep in the shop with my dad."
The first day of the month smiled.
Going home is actually a little bit looking forward to for the first year of junior high school.
He prepared red envelopes for both grandparents and grandparents. He also bought gifts for his aunt’s family. He also prepared the money for Coach He. He also bought a string of wooden beads for Coach He. They are not very valuable, but Coach He likes to go. Wear something on your hands.
He wants to see everyone happy with his gifts.
But for the people in his own family, he didn't prepare gifts, just packed the red envelopes. For grandma, cash may be more meaningful than gifts.
"Is this a small bag for your own things?" Yan Hang asked.
"Well, just underwear," said the first day of the new year, "I won't take clothes for two nights."
"Okay," Yan Hang nodded, and stuffed a sealed bag into his bag, "Then I will also have two underwear."
"Toothbrush bristles and towels?" asked the first day of the month.
"If you go, buy it again, don't want to bring it." Yan Hang said.
"Aren't you going to the back kitchen soon," said the first day of the new year, "the back kitchen money, less? Prodigal play, gadgets."
"Shut up." Yan Hang said.
When I went out, I was a little excited on the first day of the new year, and flying by plane was no longer a big deal, but flying with Yan Hang would still make him so excited.
He handed the small bag to Yan Hang, carrying a large bag of various gifts by himself.
"Go to the door and wait for Cui Yi," Yan Hang said, "He will be there in about twenty minutes."
"Yeah." The first one jumped.
"It's cold?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Joy," he jumped again on the first day of the new year, and sang like a scripture, "My little dog, I'm so happy today..."
"Let's sing on the next live broadcast, I guess you will become popular immediately after singing." Yan Hang said.
He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and he smiled and twitched.
There were no people on the street anymore. They stood under the tree next to the gate of the community. It took a few minutes for two cars to pass, and there were probably less than five pedestrians.
"All go home." The first day of the day leaned against Yan Hang.
"Well," Yan Hang leaned against the tree, "Last year, I discussed with Old Cui what to eat."
"This year he is a man," said the first day of the new year, "will it be lonely and lonely?"
"He said he was used to it," Yan Hang said, "I guess he is used to it, and he is usually alone."
"When you come back, bring him something..." He didn't finish the words on the first day of the first year, and a shadow swaying on the corner of the community wall made him turn his head abruptly.
This is the third time, the man's special shaking posture because of his lame leg is almost engraved in his mind on the first day of the new year.
Before he asked Yan Hang if he saw the dark shadow, Yan Hang had already thrown the bag in his hand to the ground, and rushed out there.
On the first day of the junior high school, he reacted immediately, followed by Yan Hang and rushed over there.