In the first year of the junior high school, I didn’t think about relationship issues, didn’t dare to ask, and never thought about addressing substantive issues like this. I have always been quite content with the status quo. I think it’s good now. Based on his experience from time to time, Many things must also be clear.
But to say that there is no expectation at all, it seems inaccurate. In a certain corner that he would never think about, he must have been expecting it, or now he would not simply use these three words because of Yan Hang. I lost my soul in an instant, leaving only a shell, which became a perfect milk pot holder.
The milk has not been poured yet, because the bracket will not move, so the tilt angle of the pot is not enough.
Yan Hang waited for a while to see that he hadn't poured it again, so he reached out and took the half glass of milk and took a sip.
But at this moment in the first year of the new year, I suddenly recovered, thinking that the milk had not been poured, so the pot was poured and the rest of the milk was poured on the bar.
As he scrambled to wipe off the milk on the bar, Yan Hang sighed slightly behind him: "Are you sure your sister Xiang can bear you like this?"
"In fact, she doesn't care much, how does she look at surveillance," said the first day of the day. "She has a very big heart, a lot of food, and she doesn't have any materials, so she doesn't count."
Yan Hang smiled.
"I'll cook for you again, and boil the milk?" The first day of the day looked back at the cup in his hand, half of the milk had been drunk.
"No need," Yan Hang said, "half a cup is actually enough."
"Yeah." The first day of the year went to the side to wash the rag.
After washing it for a long time, I turned over and rubbed it back and forth. I don't know that it might be his late stage of cleansing.
But after all, it was just a piece of rag, and it was a new one. He wiped the table twice. After rubbing it for a while, he couldn't rub it anymore. He hung the rag and walked back to Yan Hang.
After standing for a while, he sat down, next to Yan Hang, and stared at the bar together in a daze.
There are many things in my mind.
There are always many things in my mind.
Ever since he found Yan Hang, he felt that everything was in his mind.
In the past, he didn't think about anything, just shrink back. Even after his father had an accident and Yan Hang disappeared, he didn't think much in his mind. It was nothing more than why his father and Xiao Li barbecued.
It's different now.
Maybe it's because I grew up.
It’s 17, and Xu is 18. Xu has caught up with Yan Hang at the age of two.
If you are a big dog, things will be a lot.
Where is Yan Hang
On the first day of the junior high school, he swept Yan Hang from the corner of his eye. Yan Hang was still sitting like that, unable to see his emotions, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Think about Uncle Yan.
Sister Bai said, according to my father, the relationship between the few people in this matter is still relatively clear, whether the case is not very complicated...
But if, as Sister Bai said, you can plead your father's innocence, does that mean that at least your father was not stabbed by him? In this way, it must be Uncle Yan who stabbed Old Ding.
And Old Ding is dead.
What will happen to Uncle Yan
I can't think about it anymore.
He took another peek at Yan Hang.
"I'm fine." Yan Hang said.
"Ah." The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed.
"Always peeping at me." Yan Hang said.
"No." said the first day.
"No fart, no face is true." Yan Hang turned to look at him.
On the first day of the year, he smiled: "How can you look at Jun's face like this, if you don't see it."
Yan Hang looked around his face up and down, and sighed: "It's a vast area."
After a while, Yan Hang's cell phone rang, and it was Cui Yi's call.
Yan Hang stood up, picked up the phone, patted his shoulder on the first day, walked out of the coffee shop, and talked to Cui Yi at the door.
The first day of the new year continued to stare at the bar in a daze.
The mood has been ups and downs over the past two days, and he feels a little sleepy when he is so stunned at the moment.
It's time to go back to school tomorrow. It stands to reason that he should go back to school after he gets off work tonight, but he decided to stay at Yan Hang's house. The big deal is to get up early tomorrow.
He has become accustomed to seeing Yan Hang every weekend, and then going back to school on Sunday night. It has not been like this for a long time, and he didn't want to leave Yan Hang for a second.
Maybe it was because Dad was caught, and the two people seemed to be tightly tied together suddenly, maybe... because of what Yan Hang said just now.
He glanced at Yan Hang standing at the door, only to see the back of Yan Hang taking the cigarette out of his pocket.
But you can imagine how he lit a cigarette with a lighter.
Many of Yan Hang's appearances can be seen with his nostrils when he closes his eyes.
"If you can defend your innocence," Cui Yi said, "then Jianxin should have no direct contact with Lao Ding and your dad."
"Sister Bai said that he might not even know it at all." Yan Hang said.
"Well, he should be able to come out after being locked up for a long time," Cui Yi said. "Xiaobai has taken similar cases before. She said that he is not guilty and the basic problem is not big."
"Then he is also a crowd forced to eat melons," Yan Hang said, "what is he running?"
"I'm scared," Cui Yi said. "You don't know what the scene is. There is so much blood. Old Ding still drove him to drive. He must run. Maybe he finished running and wanted to go home. As a result, Old Ding died. ."
"Similar to what I thought," Yan Hang took a cigarette. "At first glance, it looks like someone who is afraid of things."
"I didn't follow him in the first day of the junior high school. It's not bad," Cui Yi said. "Your cigarette, take a few puffs. I didn't learn a little bit from your dad."
"I smoke less now," Yan Hang said, "I smoked this all day today."
"Still pay attention to adjusting your emotions. If it doesn't work, you will find Dr. Luo," Cui Yi said, "Don't be too long-winded."
"Well," Yan Hang replied, thinking about it and asking again, "If his dad is released on the first day of the junior high school, can he ask him what's going on?"
"This case hasn't been solved yet, after all, the same case is still at large," Cui Yi said. "The police should tell him not to talk about the case casually."
"His son shouldn't be counted as someone else," Yan Hang frowned, "Can't you say it too?"
"This depends on enlightenment," Cui Yi said, "the police can't stop him from drinking too much."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
"If you have nothing to do, rest early. If you can't sleep, you can lie on the bed and rest your internal organs." Cui Yi said.
"... It sounds so scary," Yan Hang said with a smile, "I see."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Hang stood at the door for a while, watching several passers-by with smiles walking by in the wind.
It's not that cold anymore, but there is still chill in the wind.
Yan Hang didn't know what they were laughing at, except that he could laugh from the bottom of his heart when he stayed with the first day of the junior high school. In many cases, especially after his father ran away, he felt that he didn't even have a laugh at all. This thing does not matter whether it is high or low.
Everything is ready now, it just takes time.
No matter where Lao Yan is, he hopes he can really put this matter aside after knowing the whole picture.
"Isn't it cold?" Junior One asked when he stood behind him.
"It's okay," Yan Hang glanced back at him, "Is it almost off work?"
"Well," Chu nodded, "I'll take it, and I'll be ready to go."
"I'll wait for you here," Yan Hang said, "Be breathable."
"Okay," Lu Yi put something in his hand, "I'll eat it for you."
Yan Hang looked at it. It was a small piece of chocolate with a puppy sticker. He laughed, "Did you take it yesterday?"
"Ah," laughed on the first day of the new year. "They didn't. I took them if they didn't eat."
"Stingy." Yan Hang peeled the chocolate and put it in his mouth.
After cleaning up and closing the door, he didn't say whether he wanted to go back to school on the first grade, and Yan Hang didn't say anything.
When he reached the intersection, he reached out and stopped a taxi on the first day of the new year: "Take a taxi."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.
After getting in the car together, Yan Hang reported the address of the community, sitting next to him on the first day of the morning, pinching one of his fingers and rubbing it.
Although I can almost know that there is nothing major about Chu Jianxin, after all, he is a very thoughtful person in the first year of the junior high school.
"Do you want to call your grandma or your mother?" Yan Hang asked.
"No," the answer in the first day of the new year was very simple and straightforward, "no one who doesn't care, don't care, let it be."
"Good." Yan Hang nodded.
"My dad, if you can come out," Chu Yi turned his head and whispered in his ear, "I have to go back, go back."
"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"I want to ask what's going on," said the first day of the new year. "When he arrived, what did he see?"
Yan Hang didn't speak, put his arms around his shoulders, and squeezed his arms.
Tonight, Yan Hang must still be unable to sleep, but he seemed to be sleepy on the first day of the new year. After yawning secretly, he was seen by Yan Hang.
"You are quite elegant." Yan Hang leaned on the sofa and said while looking at the phone.
"Huh?" He turned his head on the first day of the first day pretending to watch TV seriously.
"Yawn and turn your head?" Yan Hang said, "Very shy."
"I didn't fight." The first one was calm.
"I heard it all, I didn't pretend to look like it." Yan Hang said.
"Banmenong, it's axe," said the first day of the new year, and pointed to the TV again, "I watch TV, TV shows."
Yan Hang glanced at the TV. It was a replay of a TV series. He listened to a few ears, and it was about young men chasing beautiful little widows.
"How are you studying?" Yan Hang said.
"No," the first day of the junior high school continued to point to the TV, "The male protagonist is especially good at cooking. In order to chase after, they cook and cook every day..."
"Starting tomorrow," Yan Hang pointed at him, "You cook by yourself."
On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, and after a few seconds, he burst into laughter, leaning on him and laughing.
"You stammers," Yan Hang said, "you don't stutter when you laugh, right?"
"Well," Chu nodded, "Ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha..."
"Go away." Yan Hang gave him a push.
"I chase after you," said the first day of the month, "right?"
"No," Yan Hang said, "you can't cook anything, so why chase people?"
He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and continued to have fun with his head up.
Yan Hang sighed.
He laughed for a while and then stopped. He seemed a little confused and a little embarrassed. He stared at the ceiling for a long time before turning his head to look at him: "Is it true?"
"What?" Yan Hang asked.
"What you said before," said the first day.
"What did I say before?" Yan Hang said, "I seem to have said a lot before..."
On the first day of the new year, he bit his lip, and said nothing more.
Yan Hang laughed, lowered his head and played with the phone for a while before opening his mouth: "Really."
Before the TV series was finished, the first day of the new year was a bit unsustainable, yawning and not elegant, one by one, I had to turn my head and hide every time, and it was estimated that it would be turned into a rattle.
"Wipe your tears and go to sleep." Yan Hang handed him a tissue.
"How about you?" Chu Yi took the tissue and pressed his eyes.
"Don't worry about me," Yan Hang said, "you couldn't fight me when I cultivated immortals."
"Then hello, anyhow, you can also sleep soundly, right." said the first day of the new year.
"Okay." Yan Hang nodded, stretched his waist and stood up and went into the bedroom.
After lying on the bed, Chu turned to Yan Hang on his side, looking at the tip of his nose with a little light in the dark, and wanted to say something.
But he didn't dare to talk about Dad and Uncle Yan, because he was afraid that Yan Hang would be upset.
He was embarrassed to talk about things related to his boyfriend.
Thinking about something else, he was already asleep.
Back to school on Monday, everything is still the same, familiar environment, familiar people, familiar daily procedures.
But the feeling of the first grade is very different.
Although I can't tell what the difference is.
Obviously it's still like that every day.
Dad's affairs should have been going well. Sister Bai contacted him twice, once to tell him that he had brought some essentials to Dad in life, and once to tell him that the situation was going well, so that he didn't need to worry too much.
Dad also asked Sister Bai to bring him a message, saying that he was sorry, and told him not to tell his grandparents about this matter, for fear that the old man would be anxious.
In addition, he never mentioned other people, his mother, grandma, grandfather, he did not let Sister Bai speak, nor asked about the situation.
I should be able to feel it, after all, when I hired a lawyer, my client was only in the first year of junior high school.
In the first year of the junior high school, when sitting on the side of the court and watching a group of people playing in the dormitory, I suddenly felt that time passed quickly and some things became sudden.
Dad suddenly disappeared, he suddenly grew up, and his family suddenly disappeared.
Somewhat dazed, it was like an old man looking back at the way he had walked... Although the path he had walked so far was very short, he walked over with a few jumps on his four legs.
But he was quite satisfied.
After all, there is Yan Hang.
What has changed is the relationship between him and Yan Hang.
It still looks the same, but since the night of the fight, there has been a sense of peace of mind and confidence in getting along like before.
"Let’s go shopping in the evening," Yan Hang said, "I will rest this afternoon. I want to have a big meal and go shopping or something."
"I'm going to work," said the first day of the new year.
"Ask for leave," Yan Hang said, "Today Tuesday, there are no guests."
"Well," the first day of the new year thought for a while, "I want to go to a wine bar."
"Where do you want to go?" Yan Hang asked.
"Bar." said the first day.
"How old are you, haven't you counted yourself?" Yan Hang said.
"It's ten years old, nine years old," said the first day of the new year.
"You say it again?" Yan Hang said.
"Nineteen." The first day of the junior high school answered very firmly.
Yan Hang was amused: "Okay, Brother Dog said he is nineteen, and that night he will take you to the bar."
"Okay." The first day of junior high nodded happily.
In fact, he doesn't want to go to a bar too much, but sometimes he has the feeling of wanting to see the world. After so many years, he occasionally wants to be foreign.
And it has been a week since his father returned to court. Yan Hang’s insomnia seems to have not changed. When I saw him on the weekend, I could already see dark circles under my eyes. I didn’t know if I asked Yan Hang to relax in a bar on the first day of the year. It's a little better.
"Don't go to crowds, lots of drinks, bars," he emphasized when Yan Hang took them to the bar street after eating, "Go for that kind of pretend, pretend to be forceful."
"Okay," said Yan Hang, "the little music is playing, the kind of sulking in the dark corner."
"... I'm talking about a serious, serious place." said the first day.
"I'm not a serious person." Yan Hang sighed.
"You're pretty serious," Chu Yi looked at him, "very good."
"You found all of this," Yan Hang looked around, put his arm around his shoulder and quickly kissed him on the cheek. "Very discerning."
The body was numb in the first half of the year.
He felt that he was really unpromising. Between him and Yan Hang, there were a lot of such small movements, but he still froze like a fool for a few seconds every time.
Yan Hang took him to a bar that met the requirements. It was quiet, and the music was faint. After turning the screen, he saw someone playing guitar on a small round table.
"Is this all right?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." The first day of junior high nodded in satisfaction.
At first glance, there were basically no people. After they sat down in the corner, they saw a small couple sitting at a table not far away on the first day of the new year. If it weren’t for the little girl’s white shoes dangling. For a moment, he didn't even notice anyone there.
Yan Hang asked himself for wine, but he asked for a glass of juice.
"You bully, right?" said the first day.
"Come on," Yan Hang half-layed on the sofa, pointing to his face, "Come over and kiss your brother and let you drink."
"No, minors don't drink." said the first day of the month.
Yan Hang tweeted: "Minors are all in the toilet chatting with people..."
On the first day of the new year, he quickly covered Yan Hang's mouth with his hand, and leaned in to kiss him viciously.
Yan Hang smiled and changed his drink with his drink: "Drink the puppy."
On the first day of the new year, I took the wine glass and looked at it: "The legendary chicken, chicken, chicken..."
"Tail wine," Yan Hang finished helping him, "Please, Brother Dog, can you not be stunned by the keywords?"
"It's not the reason, it's meant," Chu Yi sighed, "Chicken...tail wine, I have never, never said this, a word."
"Try it." Yan Hang walked around behind him and hooked his face.
On the first day of the new year, I took a sip from the cup.
"How is it?" Yan Hang asked.
"It's okay," Chu nodded a little. "It has a bad tail taste like a chicken, not much."
"Have you tasted it?" Yan Hang asked.
"Taste the neighborhood." said the first day.
"What's nearby?" Yan Hang was stunned.
"Chicken butt." said the first day.
"Fuck you," Yan Hang slapped his arm, put his hand in his pocket for a long time, and did nothing, "Why do you owe so much..."
On the first day of the new year, he grabbed his hand and rubbed it: "I was wrong."
"Damn," Yan Hang sighed, leaned back, stretched his legs, "You said, you grew up so much and can be so annoying, you want to grow up in a normal family, what do you have? "
"It's estimated that I will be beaten." The first day of the month also sighed.
Yan Hang glanced at him, then smiled for a long time with his arm pillowed.
"This wine is not, it tastes good," Chu took a sip of the drink and exchanged it in front of Yan Hang. "This wine is delicious, it tastes like mango."
"I'll try it." Yan Hang sat up straight.
When he was about to hand the cup to him on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang approached him and lightly licked his lips.
"Yes," Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa, "I kind of like the mango flavor, sweet."
On the first day of the junior high school, when I turned my head and looked at Yan Hang, my neck was a little bit weak.
He didn't expect to just lick it so ordinary, it actually made him burn more than a kiss.
Too—spurs—excites—too—
"What?" Yan Hang looked at him.
I didn't speak on the first day of the new year, took the cup and looked at it, and drank two big mouthfuls of mango juice.
Then quickly looked to the side, there were only one or two young lovers nearby. When he glanced over, the young lovers were leaning their heads to one side and didn't know what they were talking about. There was only their aura in the world.
Relieved on the first day of the new year, he quickly turned around and threw himself on Yan Hang, and kissed him fiercely.
He heard Yan Hang laugh softly.
What laughing!
Is there anything funny
Kissing!
Can you be more serious!
On the first day of the first day, the tip of his tongue continued to roll viciously on Yan Hang’s lips twice, and then rushed in viciously. In order to warn Yan Hang and make him realize that this was a serious kiss, his hand touched Yan Hang’s clothes. He grabbed a hand on his waist.
Yan Hang's breath fell on his face, and then he put his hand into his clothes.
However, Yan Hang was much more arrogant than him. He touched his hand and walked directly behind him, then passed down the waist of his pants, and then grabbed his ass.
"Yeah!" On the first day of the new year, he was taken aback, and suddenly let go of Yan Hang, staring at him, "What are you doing?"
"Scratching the puppy's butt," Yan Hang looked at him, "Scared the dog to death, right?"
"... Ah." Junior One didn't know what to say.
"Little dog," Yan Hang flicked on the tip of his nose, "Fight with me."
Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, he bowed his head and kissed Yan Hang again under the double motivation of not knowing how to answer his mouth and "Yan Hang looks so good." Yan Hang's hand.