"What did you say?" Holding the phone on the first day of the new year, I felt my voice was a bit far away.
"Your dad was arrested by the Public Security Bureau!" Grandma was so patient, very rare, and repeated, "The detention notice is here!"
"Notice?" said the first day of the junior high school softly.
He grew up and only received one notice, which was the admission notice sent by their school. For the first time, he knew that there were other types of notices.
Detention notice
"Okay, your mother doesn't care about him, so don't worry about it," grandmother said, "your dad had better not kill. If he kills, I see how you behave in your life..."
I hung up the phone on the first day of the new year.
"Do you want to make it together?" the cashier asked next to him.
"Yeah." He turned to look at the things on the stand and nodded.
"I'll add another bottle of hot sauce!" Hu Biao held a bottle of hot sauce.
"Make some face," Zhou Chunyang said, "you can add this bottle of hot sauce in a while."
"It's okay," said the first day.
"I'll do this myself," Hu Biao pointed to the first year of junior high school. "Brother Gou really saves face."
The first day of the month smiled.
When we got back to the dormitory, everyone sat around the table and talked while eating. First of all, we discussed how to get there at night, whether it’s a taxi or a bus. You need to control the time. Don’t eat too much when you eat. You have to eat while singing. After K is finished, you have to go for supper. After another long day of arguing about where to go for supper , What to eat...
On the first day of the junior high school, I had been sitting at the table and listening to them, and basically did not speak.
He recalled his grandma's words repeatedly in his mind, wanting to get more information, but grandma had already said it very clearly, it was impossible for him to find other information.
There is no need to ask grandma again, if there is anything else, she has already said just now.
He raised his neck on the first day.
Notice of detention.
Dad was finally caught and detained.
I don't know why, after finally reacting to this fact, what I felt in the first second of the first day was ease.
With a sigh of relief.
I was finally caught, and finally I no longer have to worry about whether my dad is alive or dead, or whether he is living well, and I no longer have to blame him for not being responsible.
Maybe it's because I haven't really recovered yet. The first day of the day felt that he didn't even think about what role his father played and how much he was involved.
It's useless to think about it. People have been caught, and the police will quickly figure out what happened.
The group of people in the dormitory took out their mobile phones and started playing games together.
"Do you want to play on the first day?" Zhou Chunyang asked, "Didn't you say you were playing last time, take you."
"... No," Chu Yi twitched his mouth, "I see, you guys play."
"Come and see me," Hu Biao said, "I'm really awesome."
"It's most appropriate for you to change your name to Bragging." Li Ziqiang said.
"It's not blowing!" Hu Biao was not convinced.
"Hurry up!" Zhou Chunyang patted the table.
Several people shouted and started the game.
He tilted his head and looked at Hu Biao's phone on the first day of the first month. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't understand it. He didn't even hear what they were yelling.
Slowly until this point, he realized that what he called ease was actually just a fake.
He is not relaxed, those things that he thinks are useless to think about, keep turning in his mind.
Stretched, pretending to breathe, took the phone and walked out of the dormitory.
There were a few people in the corridor, leaning on the railing and talking.
On the first day of the new year, I walked over and stood on the edge of the railing. I silently observed the people around me. I made sure that no one noticed him, and no one would just bring the phone to his eyes when he heard him talking.
He named Yan Hang's name.
How long
How many changes did this incident bring to the lives of him and Yan Hang
No matter how happy he is, his heart sinks when he thinks about it.
On the surface, Yan Hang didn't really see it, but when he caught the cripple last time, Yan Hang's loss of control could explain everything.
There has been some progress now, no matter whether Dad's arrest is good or bad, it is progress.
He didn't want Dad to have any trouble, but he was also afraid that this matter would hang over his head all the time.
The phone rang.
It was a message from Yan Hang.
-I have applied with the chef, and I will cook you a special dish later.
The first day of the month smiled.
-Do you have noodles? Grandma asked me to eat noodles.
-No problem, look at me, it's the first time I organize a birthday for someone, and I don't know if I have to eat noodles
-Actually it’s okay if you don’t eat it, I don’t know
-Grandma said to eat as long as you want, no trouble, wait for me to make you a bowl of star-filled noodles
Looking at Yan Hang's reply on the first day of the first day, Yan Hang's message was almost without expressions, but this one had a very cute smiley expression.
It can be seen that Yan Hang is in a good mood.
Seeing this little expression, he suddenly hesitated on the first day of the new year.
Dad now only has the news of "being arrested", and Yan Hang is happily preparing for his birthday, and he even put on a cute expression happily. If he tells Yan Hang about this now...
Yan Hang would not easily show any emotions he could see, and everything Yan Hang would hide in his heart.
He felt distressed when he thought that Yan Hang was thinking about it while preparing for his birthday to make him happy.
Something must be said, but this time is really too inappropriate.
It's hard to recover his mood of wanting to have a good birthday, and he doesn't want Yan Hang to be affected.
At least finish this birthday, it's an important birthday for him and Yan Hang.
"Brother Hang, what time did your brother come over?" Zhang Chen came over and asked.
"It's five o'clock," Yan Hang looked at the time, "it's almost there."
"Then I will let the chef know the time," Zhang Chen nodded, "You don't need to worry about these. You can cook in a while."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
"Do you think it's quite enjoyable?" Zhang Chen looked at him with a smile, "I think about going to the back kitchen all day, and I got my wish today."
"It's like a fart," Yan Hang said, "just make a dish and a bowl of noodles, it's not enough for me."
"Not bad, if I want to go to the back kitchen to make a dish, you see if they let me go." Zhang Chen said.
"Fried eggs?" Yan Hang smiled.
"Look down on me, at least it's an egg cake." Zhang Chen said.
Yan Hang's cell phone rang in his pocket, and he took it out and saw Cui Yi's number: "I'll answer the call."
"Yeah." Zhang Chen replied.
Yan Hang walked to the corridor and answered the phone.
Cui Yi’s phone calls are all serious. Anyway, it’s not for the first birthday of the first year. After telling the police that he might have seen his dad in the first year of the junior high school, Yan Hang has always been a little unsure. Can't tell what it feels like.
"How is it? Still at work?" Cui Yi asked.
"Otherwise, can I still be absent from work?" Yan Hang smiled, "What's the matter?"
"Have you passed with his classmates on the first day of junior high school?" Cui Yi asked again.
"It's going to be a while, at five o'clock," Yan Hang said, "I'll go to the back kitchen to make a dish in a while."
"You really don't want to let go of the kitchen," Cui Yi smiled, "Okay, bring me some supper tonight."
"Well, what do you want to eat?" Yan Hang asked.
"You can bring me whatever you eat, as long as I have a stuttering pad." Cui Yi said.
"Okay." Yan Hang waited for Cui Yi to say business.
But Cui Yi said over there: "Then I'll hang up."
"Old Cui," Yan Hang said, "Aren't you? This is not your style."
"Yes," Cui Yi sighed, "hanging directly is my style."
"Is there any news?" Yan Hang asked.
"I wanted to say it directly, I feel you are in a good mood..." Cui Yi said, "Just forget it."
"I can't feel the same with you," Yan Hang sighed, "It's nothing, it's been a long time, I've got used to it, let's talk."
"Chu Jianxin was arrested and brought to justice." Cui Yi said.
"Chu Jianxin?" Yan Hang was stunned for at least two seconds before reacting. This was his dad on the first day of the junior high school. "When did it happen?"
"Yesterday," Cui Yi said, "I should have notified my family members. Didn't I tell you on the first day of the junior high school?"
"No." Yan Hang said.
"But now I don't know the details, I only know that the person has been arrested, and his family probably didn't tell him," Cui Yi said, "You..."
"I can't tell him either," Yan Hang said, "he has his birthday today."
"Then you find a suitable time." Cui Yi said.
"Yeah." Yan Hang hung up the phone, took a cigarette and went downstairs.
If the trash cans outside the staff aisle can talk, Yan Hang probably would have been old friends with them.
Reporting every day, the frequency can catch up with the cleaning sister.
Yan Hang lighted a cigarette, and after a few puffs, he was relieved.
Chu Mo, no, Chu Mo was caught and brought to justice.
The father of the first grade is called Chu Jianxin.
Yan Hang realized that he didn't know until now, and he never thought about asking, or that he didn't ask about it on purpose.
Knowing some details is useless, but it will make you get deeper into something.
For example, once I learned that his dad's name was Chu Jianxin on the first day of the junior high school, the relationship between this person and the incident immediately became closer because of the appearance of his name.
Yan Hang didn't like this feeling very much.
He looked at the smoke in front of him. When there was no wind, the smoke could solidify in the air for a long time, and then dispersed after a breath.
The day of the arrest was really too accurate.
Even if it's only tomorrow to tell the first day of the junior high school, it is not necessarily suitable, it will be much better sooner or later.
Maybe the time I told the police was wrong.
Yan Hang frowned.
-We will be here soon!
Yan Hang sent a message on the first day of the Lunar New Year when the back kitchen had just prepared the earthen bucket bread for baking.
He smiled, looking at the exclamation mark, he could imagine the expression on the first day of the junior high school. After putting the bread into the oven, he walked aside to give the first day of the news back.
-Good birthday
Yan Hang returned to the dining room and saw that Zhang Chen had brought a few people from the first day of the junior high school and their dormitory to the reserved table. A chocolate ball was placed in front of each person, with a birthday sticker printed with a puppy pattern on it. .
This one was actually made by the restaurant according to the zodiac. Yan Hang chose a dog with vertical ears that best matched the image of the first year of the junior high school.
"Happy birthday." Yan Hang walked to the table and said with a smile.
"Happy." Chuyi smiled at him.
"Now I'll serve you appetizers first." Yan Hang held the shoulders of the first day of the month and squeezed gently.
"Listening to Brother Hang's arrangement," Hu Biao rubbed his hands, "I have been greedy since noon until now."
Yan Hang smiled, and when he turned and walked away, he bounced on his head on the first day of the junior high school.
On the first day of the year, he smiled and touched his head.
"I put the birthday cake they brought on ice first," Zhang Chen said, "I'll push it over in a while."
"Did you sing birthday songs?" Yan Hang asked.
"For other people's words, I will definitely play the music and pass, Hang Ge, your friend," Zhang Chen waved his hand, "I can just dance over."
Yan Hang smiled: "Thank you."
After the appetizers were served, Yan Hang went to the back kitchen again and looked at the tumble bread. He made this bread for the first time today. He didn't count the time to bake it in sections, so he had to stare at it a bit.
Seeing the earthy-colored bread in the oven, he felt pretty good, and the bread smiled like it was in the first year of the junior high school.
But it's not like today's first day.
Today's first day of the morning laughed, there was no bread as good-looking.
He took the bread out, added milk juice to the blossoms on his back, put it back in the oven, and then went back to the dining room.
The back kitchen is very busy at the moment, he basically can't give up his position and just let it out.
And he wants to see the first day of the junior high school.
On the first day of the junior high school, my smile was not the same as usual.
He didn't tell him about his father's arrest in the first year of junior high school, but Yan Hang felt that he didn't know.
When Yan Hang was not present, the first couple of the students in the dormitory didn't even have a grin, and they looked absent-minded.
Yan Hang sighed lightly.
Chu's family should have told him about this, and the first day's mother "ran away from home" can't be contacted, so it's grandma.
Yan Hang frowned. The person who doesn't even consider anyone's feelings, even his grandson, probably doesn't remember that today is the first day of junior high school. Maybe it doesn't matter if he remembers it. As long as it makes the people around her uncomfortable, she will be comfortable. NS.
The earth bucket bread was baked, Yan Hang smelled it, and it was very fragrant. According to his rich experience, the bread was delicious and presented very well.
When he walked to the first one with the bread, his eyes widened suddenly, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared from the previous reluctance, and he smiled very happily.
"Is this me?" asked the first day.
"Well," Yan Hang put the bread on the table, "this bread is called a soil bucket."
"Potatoes?" Hu Biao was stunned. "It smells so good."
"It's baked mashed potatoes with cream cheese," Yan Hang said, "try it."
"Did you do it?" Zhou Chunyang asked.
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
"This mind." Zhou Chunyang sighed.
"Are you together?" asked in a low voice on the first day of the new year.
"I'm going to work," Yan Hang bent down and whispered in his ear, "in a while, you will sing after you finish get off work."
"Well," he looked back on the first day of the new year, "then you secretly eat one, a small piece of dog bread, will it be discovered?"
"Probably not," Yan Hang said in a low voice, "you give me a bite."
"Good." Chu nodded.
He stretched out his hand to break a small piece of stuffing on the back of the bread, and a few people on the table waited for him to do it first. With his break, everyone immediately got started.
On the first day of the year, he smiled and handed the bread to Yan Hang's mouth.
When Yan Hang opened his mouth and was about to bite, a waiter called from behind: "Brother Hang, there are customers over there who want to sign the order."
Chu Yi was shocked, the bread in his hand had been handed to Yan Hang's mouth, and he suddenly didn't know whether to continue or take it back.
"Okay." Yan Hang replied and quickly leaned over.
On the first day of the new year, he hurriedly put the bread in his hand into his mouth, and pushed it in with his fingers.
"You..." Yan Hang bit the bread, "Why didn't you just stuff it into my stomach."
"Hands are short, a little bit." The first day of the junior high school was a little embarrassed.
"I'll cook the noodles for you." Yan Hang swallowed the bread, turned and walked away.
No one on the table noticed this movement of feeding bread. Even if they noticed, they would not have any thoughts for these boys who only had girls in their heads.
Only Zhou Chunyang... He took a look, and as expected, Zhou Chunyang was eating and cheering at him.
He smiled, and quickly put a bite of bread into his mouth.
delicious.
It tastes different from the small dog bun Yan Hang made at home before. This large dog bun has a sweet smell of caramel.
When I saw this bread, I felt that my mood this afternoon was a little bit up.
Next came the steak and soup. A few people had a very pleasant meal. If it weren’t for the fact that this is a high-end Western restaurant and there are foreigners around, I feel that they can scream while chatting.
After a while, Yan Hang brought a small bowl of beef noodles.
It's very small, and I can finish it in about two bites at first glance.
"If you do too much, I'm afraid you will have no stomach to eat cake." Yan Hang said.
"Yeah." On the first day of the year, he lowered his head and picked up a chopstick noodle and put it in his mouth.
"Happy birthday, little dog," Yan Hang said in a low voice, "I've grown up to be one year old, so I have to be happy every day."
"Yeah." Chuyi took a sip of soup.
"No matter what happens," Yan Hang said, "I will be there."
Chu turned his face and glanced at him, then turned his head and ate up the noodles in the bowl, and drank up the soup in Yangon.
The birthday dinner that Yan Hang prepared for him was very rich. It was carefully designed at first glance. In addition to the chocolate with the puppy sticker at the beginning, when the salad was served, there were also a few white chocolate puppy heads on it.
The waiter said it was carved by Hang Ge.
Compared to knowing that Hang Ge still has this kind of carving skills, Chu Yi was surprised that Hang Ge could still think of such details.
When the birthday cake was pushed over by Miss Zhang Chen singing a birthday song, on the first day of the new year, I heard a few people in the dormitory sing a happy birthday together, and the happy birthday that came from an unknown table next to me. I suddenly felt hot in my eyes. He closed his eyes quickly and made a wish at the candle.
I don't know what kind of wish to make, but Yan Hang's face is turning in his mind.
Then I wish him and Yan Hang all the best in the future, and everything will pass safely.
Also... I hope everyone is healthy and safe.
Um.
The native dog's wish is very spiritual and will be realized.
Before the cake was finished, Zhou Chunyang said that he would buy a big cake, but he really bought a huge double-layer cake. After one person ate a piece of it, there was more than half of it left.
"Eat when you sing with you," Zhang Qiang said. "Singing is quite physically demanding. You will be hungry when you sing."
"Are you still worried that you won't be able to finish eating," Gao Xiaoyang said, "I can eat two yuan without singing at most for half an hour."
"Seriously, I was thinking that you have not eaten less every day," Hu Biao looked at him, "Where did all the meat grow?"
"On you." said the first day.
Several people were happy, and Hu Biao sighed, "I feel like the meat we eat in our dormitory is growing on me."
After the cake was reinstalled and fastened, Yan Hang walked over and gave Zhou Chunyang a business card: "I have 20 minutes left. You can take a taxi and go there first. You can't sit down and wait for me."
"Did you drive the car?" asked the first day.
"Did Old Cui's car." Yan Hang nodded.
Zhou Chunyang took Hu Biao and the others, and Qiang Qiang stayed in Yan Hang's car.
On the first day of the junior high school, I followed the bar and asked Yan Hang in a low voice: "Why not? Don't let me take the name and the film will go over."
"Huh?" Yan Hang stared at him in a daze.
"Let Chun, Zhou Chunyang take it." said the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang looked at him for two seconds and then laughed: "You are not called Chunyang?"
"Ask you." said the first day.
"Are you not willing to take a car with me?" Yan Hang said.
"Ah," paused on the first day of the new year, "I didn't expect this, this."
"Then what did you think of?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.
"For foreign-style things, let the foreign-styled people go and do it," said the first day of the year.
"Thinking far." Yan Hang looked at him happily.
"I'm pretty, foreign," the first one sighed, "I know how to fly, and I'm sitting."
"That is, it's getting more and more foreign." Yan Hang nodded.
"Let's go upstairs and wait for you downstairs," said the first day of the new year. "Parking lot?"
"Well," Yan Hang gave him the car key, "You can get in the car and stay."
Xiaoqiang probably hasn't had enough fun during the New Year. I am going to sing at this moment. I am a little excited. The two of them already sang excitedly in advance in the back seat of the car.
On the first day of the new year, I was sitting in the co-driver, looking at the street lights outside the car window in a daze.
It was okay when I was talking to Yan Hang. I was alone at this moment, and I started thinking about my father again without paying attention.
Is Dad in the detention center now
Have you got a meal yet
Did the police start interrogating him
Grandparents don’t know yet, how should I tell them
When can family members visit
If I can visit, will my mother go
What do I have to say when I see dad...
Yan Hang opened the car door and got into the cab. He turned his head in shock on the first day of the new year: "You are here."
"Well," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Let's pass now."
The KTV ordered by Yan Hang is as high-end as their restaurant.
The young lady who led them to the box was tall and beautiful, and Xiao Qiang followed her closely, asking without words.
On the first day of the new year, he kept looking up to the ground, and the marble floor was so bright that he always felt that he would step on the ground.
When I was walking to the box, my mobile phone rang on the first grade.
Yan Hang turned his head and asked, "Who?"
On the first day of the new year, he took out his mobile phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He frowned and answered the phone: "Hello?"
My mother was very familiar with the now listening but strange voice came out: "Do you know if your dad was caught?"
On the first day of the month, he stopped abruptly.
"You go over and sing first, and don't worry about anything else," Yan Hang said, "I will be there in the first year of the junior high school."
"Okay," Li Ziqiang nodded, "Hurry up, waiting for the birthday star to sing."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
"I know." On the first day of the new year, he looked around. There were the doors of the box next to him. From time to time, he could hear the singing inside, and occasionally people passed by, which made him a little nervous.
Yan Hang pulled him aside, put his arm around his shoulder strap, and walked back for a while, into the bathroom.
The ear suddenly became quiet.
"You can talk with your grandpa, I don't want to talk." Mom said.
"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.
"Can you find out what's going on with him now?" Mom asked.
"Why, how do I inquire?" Chu Yi sighed and walked to the window. He didn't want Yan Hang to hear what he and his mother were talking about.
"What's your use?" Mom said.
"You are useless, what's the use," frowned on the first day of the new year, "how useful can I be?"
"Okay!" Mom raised her voice, "I just want to say that I don't care about this, whoever wants to take care of it!"
After speaking, I hung up the phone.
On the first day of the year, he sighed, put the phone back in his pocket, and turned around to look at Yan Hang.
He tried hard to make himself look okay, but he couldn't do it, he couldn't even say "go sing" with a smile.
Yan Hang didn't speak either, just opened his arms.
After a pause on the first day of the new year, he used to hug him hard.
"It's okay." Yan Hang hugged him and said softly.
"You do, don't you know." Chu put his chin on his shoulder.
"I guessed it if I didn't know," Yan Hang said, "Just you, I can feel the vibration when I fart every ten miles."
"Then my fart, my ass must be, an active volcano." said the first day.
"Ah." Yan Hang smiled.
The first day of the junior high school followed and laughed.
After laughing for a while, he turned his head to look at Yan Hang: "Why not, don't you?"
"The most important thing for our native dog to have a happy birthday." Yan Hang said.
After staring at Yan Hang for a while, he didn't speak on the first day of the junior high. He suddenly hooked Yan Hang's neck and kissed Yan Hang's lips.
It seems to have knocked his teeth again.
But neither of them seemed to care too much. After a pause, Yan Hang quickly greeted him, and the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips.
On the first day of the new year, in the excitement, I remembered the previous slap in time.
He opened his mouth.
The moment Yan Hang's tongue came in, it seemed as if a fire was set in his stomach.