The word “kiss” in the first time had no concept. The only memory is that it was close to Yan Hang's lips, and the soft touch, even when I imagined it, did not exceed this range.
This kind of contact is enough to stir up nerves for him.
At the moment, Yan Hang's moist tongue exploring the action on his turf may be able to blow his nerves directly.
Once the nerve is broken, it is basically a nerve.
An inexperienced neuropathy becomes very turbulent once it becomes nervous.
In the first year of junior high school, he actually didn't know what he should do or what he was doing. He just relied on instinct.
When the tip of Yan Hang's tongue passed by, the soft touch made him breathe quickly. He chased after him without even thinking about it, blocking his way, and refused to pay.
Not to be outdone, Yan Hang fought with him.
War of words.
The side effect of the verbal warfare is to fan the flames.
On the first day of the junior high school, he felt that his courage had been burnt more than twice by the fire. He grabbed the clothes on Yan Hang's waist and pulled his hand in.
Yan Hang's waist is very beautiful. He has always wanted to touch it, but he has never found a chance.
At this moment, without thinking about it, he directly wrapped his hand behind Yan Hang's waist, rubbed two hands at the waist, and under the command of the broken nerve, he touched his hand into the waist of Yan Hang's pants.
This matter is more serious.
Yan Hang returned his hand and grabbed his hand, and the fight was temporarily truce. The gasp was in his ear, as if he wanted to say something, such as "This is the fucking bathroom", but in the end, Yan Hang did nothing. Did not say.
Kicked open the door of the next compartment and pushed him in.
It is the first time to enter the bathroom of the senior KTV on the first day of the first year.
He just felt that this cubicle was much cleaner and tidy than his home, and it smelled like perfume... Then he never observed the cubicle any more.
All his vision, smell, hearing, taste, X senses and perception are all concentrated on Yan Hang.
He could feel firmness and warmth when his hand slipped on Yan Hang's skin, he could hear the sound of the skin rubbing together, he could hear the gasp in his ears, and the moistness between his lips.
Ever since Yan Hang hit him on the spot when he was playing a rogue on the sofa last time, he hadn't been embarrassed to find a chance to try again. Only then did he realize that as long as he had enough emotions, experience was not a problem at all.
The rogue part of your genes will guide you forward.
On the first day of the first year, he squeezed Yan Hang's shoulder, turned him half a circle, facing the wall, and then hugged him tightly from behind Yan Hang.
Yan Hang's hand pressed against the wall.
That's right, this posture.
I liked it very much in the first year of junior high school, but I saw a pose that I hadn't dared to see more once.
He took a bite on Yan Hang's neck and stretched his hand in.
Yan Hang snorted very low, not knowing whether it was because of the biting pain or because of his hand.
The superior bathroom is very good, and there is music.
The sound of music can barely cover the sound of two people who are hiding in the compartment and doing ridiculous things.
When Yan Hang threw the tissue into the toilet, he hadn't fully connected his broken nerves on the first day of the new year, and he always felt a little dazed.
"Come here." Yan Hang leaned against the wall and whispered, grabbing his waistband and pulling.
"NO." The first day of junior high also whispered.
"No, you're a bitch." Yan Hang made a little effort.
On the first day of the new year, he didn't say a word, grabbed his waistband, and looked at him firmly.
"No," Yan Hang smiled, "Are you protesting or..."
On the first day of the new year, I heard someone open the bathroom door, and suddenly the whole person jumped out of the trance, let out a cold sweat, and froze in place.
Yan Hang put his finger to his lips.
He didn't need his reminder at all on the first day of the junior high school. Don't say anything at this moment, you don't even dare to breathe.
Fortunately, the person who came in didn't stay for a long time, humming and urinated before going out.
On the first day of junior high, I felt that I was still very calm, and I noticed that this person didn’t wash his hands...
"Come out." Yan Hang whispered, opening the compartment door and flashing out.
The first time he raised his pants, he heard the sound of Yan Hang turning on the faucet and washing his hands before he walked out.
Although he didn't intend to let Yan Hang do something, he was still a little depressed when he was so frightened. He stood beside Yan Hang and washed his hands together.
"Are you scared?" Yan Hang asked.
I didn't speak in the first day of the new year.
"What's the matter?" Yan Hang turned his head and flicked a little water on his face. "Are you waiting for me to praise you?"
"Praise what?" The first day of the day was stunned.
"It's pretty good." Yan Hang said.
This sentence was spoken in a normal voice. On the first day of the first day of the year, he looked around quickly, and he was relieved after confirming that the doors of all the compartments were open: "You are welcome."
Yan Hang laughed for a long time, dried his hands and patted his head: "Silly dog."
"I watched," turned off the faucet on the first day of the new year, "right, is it normal?"
Yan Hang looked at him up and down: "It's normal, I can't see at all just now..."
"Okay!" interrupted him on the first day of the new year, "it's normal, OK."
"What about me?" Yan Hang asked.
"Why do you pretend," Chu Yi sighed, "Of course it's right, always."
"Go, birthday star," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders, "go singing."
I walked out of the bathroom and returned to the corridor. I heard the sound of killing pigs or beautiful singing from the boxes. It was only in the first year of the junior high that I slowly calmed down and I felt that I had returned to reality.
The scene after my mother's phone call just now was like a glamorous commercial that was suddenly interrupted in a TV series of Dog Blood.
It made him somewhat reluctant to return to the TV series of dog blood.
"Today is your birthday," Yan Hang said in his ear, "you don't have to think about it."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Your dad's matter," Yan Hang said, "Cui Yi will ask, if there is anything to deal with, he will deal with it, so don't worry."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Happy birthday baby." Yan Hang said.
"Not small," said the first day.
"Happy birthday baby." Yan Hang said again with a smile.
The people in the box were indulging in their singing, and they didn't care about their being late to answer a phone call much longer than normal.
"Come on," Li Ziqiang saw them coming in, and immediately reached out and pinched the song Hu Biao was singing. "First, let's have a happy birthday song."
"Okay." Wu Xu went over and clicked on the happy birthday song.
Then a group of people yelled and sang Happy Birthday again, feeling like they couldn't sing loudly in the restaurant before.
I don’t know if it’s because of what happened in the bathroom just now, or Yan Hang’s comfort. At this moment, watching a group of people shouting happy birthday to him, the unpleasantness in my heart is slowly being overwhelmed. Pressed down.
He never imagined that one day he would celebrate his birthday like this one day, eat and sing and supper with his classmates, just like an ordinary high school student.
After the birthday singing is finished, the previous solo line up continues.
Yan Hang ordered some snacks and drinks again, and the coffee table was full.
On the first day of the new year, I took out my mobile phone and took pictures of the people in the box and the things on the coffee table, and then put them in an album together with the pictures I took in the restaurant.
The album is called Dog's Birthday.
He also wanted to take a photo with Yan Hang, but he felt a bit silly to take a selfie with his mobile phone at this moment. He wouldn't care if Zhou Chunyang was not there.
He and Yan Hang had a little movement, Zhou Chunyang could tell at a glance, he would be embarrassed.
"Can I have a song for you?" Yan Hang leaned in his ear and asked, "Count the ducks."
Turning his head to look at him on the first day of the new year: "No."
"Why?" Yan Hang smiled.
"Laugh, laugh to death," said the first day of the new year.
"You laughed to death," Yan Hang snorted, "Why, you are a dog and have idol baggage?"
"It's not ordinary, ordinary dog," said the first day of the new year, "whatever it is, a potato."
After saying this, they both had fun together and laughed for a long time.
The phone rang, and on the first day of the new year, he looked down and found that Zhou Chunyang had actually sent the message. He quickly took a look at Zhou Chunyang.
Zhou Chunyang held a glass of drink and shook the phone in his hand while drinking it.
The news was opened at the beginning of the day.
What Zhou Chunyang sent over was a photo in which he and Yan Hang smiled face-to-face with eyes full of no one else.
"It's a good shot," Yan Hang looked at the photo, and gave Zhou Chunyang a thumbs up, "Send it to me."
At the beginning, I sent a handful of photos to Yan Hang, and then stared at the phone for a while.
It's really good, probably because it doesn't take pictures of the people around and the messy things. Zhou Chunyang only takes pictures that are almost specific. With his chest up, there are only two of them in the whole picture, and his faces are covered with the ambiguous KTV. warm light.
"Who ordered the number of ducks?" Gao Xiaoyang shouted.
"... Me." Chuyi sighed.
"Give you the microphone," Gao Xiaoyang handed him the microphone. "Your style of song selection is very unique?"
"I'm nostalgic." The first day of the day took the microphone and looked at it.
The microphone he touched was the one equipped with the TV set at home. Grandma used that microphone to sing Karaoke once at home. When he came out, the sound was like a mace. It was very scary. Even grandma was so brave. Everyone sang only that voice.
This high-end microphone is different. It is heavy in the hand and has a special texture. I immediately feel that I am a singer.
Counting Ducks began to be played on the screen, and a little girl jumping around appeared.
On the first day of the first day of the new year, I stared at the countdown points, and started to sing: "There is a group of ducks downstream from the bridge in front of the door... Come and count... Two, four, six, seven, eight..."
Except for Yan Hang in the box, everyone turned their heads at the same time and stared at him together.
They could feel the shock in their eyes in the first year of junior high, and suddenly they wanted to laugh.
"There are so many ducks..." He endured a laugh, and continued to sing solemnly, "How many ducks can't be counted—how many ducks can't be counted—"
"Damn!" Zhou Chunyang finally did not hold it, and burst into a wild laugh.
"Damn!" Hu Biao patted his thigh.
"Damn!" Zhang Qiang raised his head and leaned on the sofa, shouting while laughing.
"I... Damn!" Li Ziqiang choked.
"The tune of Brother Gou is too perfect." Gao Xiaoyang broke the formation as usual.
"This has to be paid for the hush money," Wu Xu said.
In the first year of junior high, he ignored them and insisted to sing all the following lyrics. Before, he only remembered the first half. Now looking at the lyrics, he sang the entire song perfectly.
"Thank you." He said after singing.
Suddenly there was another fun in the box.
The people in the back began to sing again, and turned their heads to look at Yan Hang only on the first day of the junior high school: "Still reading the scriptures?"
"Otherwise," Yan Hang said while looking at his mobile phone, "Don't want to accompany you next time. I'll knock you Muyu on the side."
On the first day of the new year, he leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time.
"I just recorded a video," Yan Hang approached him and handed the phone to him, "I want to send it out to your fans, okay?"
"Okay." Chuyi looked at himself in the video who was chanting a song seriously, and a few people beside him who were laughing so hard that they couldn't see their faces... The profile of the dog is pretty good.
"Little...dog...sing...song..." Yan Hang typed and posted the video on Weibo, then said with a small smile, "Would you like to read the comments?"
"Don't look at it, anyway, it's all praise, praise me." said the first day.
Yan Hang didn't speak, looked at the phone, and after a while he started to laugh.
After a while on the first day of the new year, he leaned forward: "Let me see."
-Hahahahahahahahahaha
-HHHHHHHHH
-Hahahahahahahaha I'm sorry, sister puppy still loves you very much
-Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
-Oh my goodness, this puppy singing hahahahaha
-Can you guys have some quality! Hahaha, let's finish the praise first and then hahahahahahahahahaha
-How did you sing like this with a serious face hahaha
-I'm sorry I laughed so hard
-Hahahaha the bed board almost made me laugh
…
Yan Hang swiped down a few times, and the comments were very unified. At a glance, he almost didn't recognize the word "ha" on the first day of the junior high school.
Every time he saw a line of "hahaha", he couldn't help but want to laugh.
"I don't have my shape and image, I have it." He sighed and rubbed his sour face because of his constant grin.
"Your image was originally like this," Yan Hang said, "it didn't collapse at all."
Everyone sang very well all night, but he sang a song Counting Ducks on the first day of the junior year. He was not embarrassed. The point is that there is nothing else to sing. You can't sing the national anthem in KTV, and sing like that...
Yan Hang didn't sing either, only when he was about to leave at the end, he sang an English song.
Instantly killed all the results of the dormitory gang all night.
"I really can't tell," Hu Biao said, "Every time Brother Hang makes me think he is fine."
"Isn't I fine-tuned when I sing like that in the first year of junior high school?" Yan Hang said.
Everyone suddenly laughed again.
When I walked out of KTV, I felt a little bored in my ears on the first day of the year.
"I am, I am not deaf." Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang.
"Puppy," Yan Hang said, "Puppy, puppy, puppy, who has seen my puppy... do you hear it?"
"Here." Chuyi laughed.
"Roaring all night," Yan Hang yanked his hair, "it will be fine in a while."
"Are you going to have a barbecue?" Hu Biao asked.
"Yes, I'm going to drive the car over," Yan Hang nodded, "You take a taxi and follow me."
The place to eat barbecue is not far from the KTV, and it takes only ten minutes to drive there.
The excitement of a group of people has not passed, eating and chatting, one by one, their stomachs seem to be bottomless.
In the end, it was too much to eat, and finally stopped.
Zhou Chunyang took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "It's 17 years old and one hour now on the first day of the new year."
"Happy seventeen." A group of people picked up the cups and clinked.
After sending the person back to the dormitory, he drove home with Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high school. Tomorrow is Saturday, the most anticipated day of the week. He didn't expect it on Sunday because he was going back to school.
"Wait for Lao Cui to come down for a supper." Yan Hang said.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Speaking of Cui Yi, he remembered about his father again and couldn't help sighing.
Yan Hang didn't speak, and patted him on the shoulder.
Cui Yi quickly went downstairs, wearing his pajamas and didn't even change the slippers. Seeing the barbecue in Yan Hang's hand, he quickly walked over and took it: "If you don't eat anymore, you will be crazy. NS."
"About his dad in the first year of the junior high school," Yan Hang said, "you can help me inquire about it."
"Well, that's for sure," Cui Yi gave a first glance, "I thought you didn't know?"
"My grandma told me," said the first day.
"Don't worry, during this time, only the lawyer can see your dad," Cui Yi took a skewer of roast lamb out and took a bite. "I have already contacted a lawyer, my former classmate, a very awesome sister. , I’ll take you to go through the entrustment procedure early tomorrow morning. This procedure... You have to pretend to be your mother’s signature and entrust it in your mother’s name, and then the lawyer sister can go there. The specific situation will be known after she meets your dad. ."
"Ah." Chu Yi was stunned, "Thank you Cui, Uncle."
"This operation is okay, right?" Yan Hang asked.
"It's okay," Cui Yi said, "seeing his dad asked him to add another autograph himself, it was a joint commission."
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
On the first day of the junior high school, I was stunned. After thinking about it, I quickly asked: "That's it, isn't it necessary to have a fee, a fee?"
"I can ask Yan Hang for the cost," Cui Yi said. "You can pay him back in the future."
"How long is the detention?" Yan Hang asked.
"Normally, three days are required to be approved for arrest, and within seven days to decide whether to approve the arrest," Cui Yi said, "if there are special circumstances, up to 14 days."
"Is his dad a special case?" Yan Hang asked again.
"This is hard to say, you have to see people first." Cui Yi said.
After returning to Yan Hang's house, he took a bath on the first day of the new year and sat on the sofa in a daze.
This noisy night... No, it should be a noisy day.
He feels that he has experienced all emotions, ups and downs all day, his mind is filled up, until now, after taking a shower, there is no music around him, and laughter, he feels that the whole talent is slowly calming down. Come down.
"Go to bed now," Yan Hang said while taking a shower, wiping his hair, "I have to go through the formalities tomorrow. I have to get up early, so that I can make the lawyer sister go there earlier."
"The lawyer's sister is Cui, a classmate of Uncle Cui," said on the first day of the day.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled and nodded, "Well, women, from little sister to little sister to big sister to elder sister, they are different from men."
The first day of the month smiled.
"Hurry up," Yan Hang said, "go to sleep."
"Can't sleep." said the first day.
Yan Hang watched him silently.
On the first day of the first year, he tilted his head and looked at Yan Hang: "Actually, I didn't want to take care of my house anymore."
"I know." Yan Hang said.
"But still, it's worried." Chu Yi frowned.
"This is also normal," Yan Hang said, "after all, it's my father."
"My mother, my grandmother, don't care." said the first day.
"You and them are not the same person," Yan Hang said, "but... if you don't want to care about it, you can leave it alone."
"I don't care, not much," Chu Yi sighed, "I just want to know why, what, what is going on, what's going on."
"Well," Yan Hang threw the towel on the armrest of the sofa and sat next to him, "don't think about it too much, and the formalities will be done tomorrow. The lawyer will talk over and then you will know what's going on."
Nodded at one point, and after a while he looked up at the towel thrown on the armrest: "It's wet?"
"Ah." Yan Hang touched the towel, "It must be wet after wiping it."
"Leather sofa," said the first day, "will it get moldy?"
"... Is your mind going forward for a while and then backwards," Yan Hang got up, took the towel and put it back in the bathroom, "sometimes it derails and turns to the side."
The first day of the month smiled: "I don't know."
"Go to sleep." Yan Hang sighed.
Can't sleep.
He was lying on the bed on the first day of the new year, facing Yan Hang sideways, putting his hand on his belly, and he could feel Yan Hang's breathing undulating.
Yan Hang couldn't sleep either.
Even if there is nothing else in my mind, it is not easy to fall asleep immediately after such a noisy night.
There are more things in Yan Hang's heart than in his heart.
Dad was arrested, no matter whether it was good or bad, no matter what the result was, at least there was a result, but Uncle Yan didn't have any clues.
Yan Hang may have been calm at first, he just needs to wait patiently, but now the calm has been broken.
The first day of the new year frowned.
"Fart dog," Yan Hang said softly, "Can't you sleep?"
"Well," the first day of the junior high school replied, "I can start tomorrow, so don't worry."
"Not worried." Yan Hang smiled.
On the first day of the junior high school, he gently digged twice on Yan Hang's belly. He hesitated, but he still said, "Yan Hang."
"Huh?" Yan Hang pinched one of his fingers and rubbed it.
"If, if my dad, if it's my dad, let Uncle Yan, Uncle hurt," said the first day of the junior high school very hard, "will you be angry with me?"
"No." Yan Hang turned his head, "Why do you think so?"
"Think about it," said the first day.
"You didn't do it," Yan Hang said, "why am I angry with you."
"Father's debt, son pays." said the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang laughed, and after a while he said, "That's okay, let's pay for it."
"...Sorrowful day, good," the first day of the day was stunned, "I'm still here, so young."
Yan Hang didn't speak, he was always happy.
On the first day of the new year, he sighed and laughed without holding back.
The two quackled in the dark for a long time.