Although the big dog was vicious and aggressive, although it was still dark around it, it was still a public place. He calmed down after eating two bites on the first day of the first year, wiped his mouth, and drank a sip of mango juice.
Yan Hang stretched out his hand and took a sip of the wine. When he put down the cup, there was a voice from the side. The voice was not too high, but it was still clear in this quiet atmosphere.
"It's disgusting."
Yan Hang's hand just left the cup, and when he heard these words, his hand was frozen in the air.
His first reaction was to take a look at the first day.
On the first day of the new year, he was still holding mango juice, and sat motionless.
It was a female voice who said this, and the direction of listening to the voice was the young couple sitting diagonally behind the first day of the junior high school.
"Forget it." The boy whispered.
"What the hell," the girl still said in a low or high voice, "so disgusting in public!"
"Change the table," said the boy, "it is best to not see."
"Why do we change," the girl was unhappy, "They are the ones who want to change. It's not gay here. It's not bad if you don't let them get out."
"Be quiet," the boy said.
"Why do you want to speak quietly," the girl raised her voice and waved again, "Waiter!"
Yan Hang looked at the first day of the middle school, and he was a little worried that he would not be able to stand it on the first day of the middle school.
But the first day of the new year seemed to be calm, and I didn't know if it was really peaceful, or if I didn't recover for a while.
"Puppy." Yan Hang called him.
"Yeah." Chu Yi looked up at him.
"It's okay." Yan Hang said.
"Well," the first day of the junior high school said, thinking about it, and then said, "Should we go?"
"Just leave when you want to go." Yan Hang said.
There was no sound on the first day of the new year, and he nodded.
The waiter who was called to the next table whispered a few times there, and then walked towards their table.
"Excuse me, both of you, excuse me," the waiter was a little girl, looking a little embarrassed when she said, "That's it, the two guests over there want to ask if you can change tables?"
"Change tables with them?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes.
"No," the waiter became even more embarrassed. "Yes... Could you please change over there? There are still many empty tables on our side."
"Why?" Yan Hang asked.
"Because... They just think, uh, think..." The waiter frowned, speaking very hard.
Yan Hang didn't want to make the service embarrassing, and interrupted her: "It's okay, you can let them come over by themselves, basic politeness."
"Good sir," the waiter nodded quickly, "I'm sorry."
"Yan Hang," said in a low voice, "Don't you, don't..."
"Don't fight," Yan Hang said, "I see."
"No." said the first day.
"Huh? What else?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Don't beat people." said the first day of the new year.
Yan Hang leaned on the sofa and laughed, "Okay, I see."
"What do you mean!" The girl over there was probably very angry, no longer controlling the volume at all, stood up, raised her voice at their side, "Get sick!"
"Yell," Yan Hang tilted his head, resting his arm, "Speak louder, I'll cheer for you."
"What did you say?" The boy also stood up and pointed at Yan Hang, "You say it again!"
"Come on," Yan Hang said, "Come on guys. Go ahead. Louder please."
As soon as the boy pushed the chair, he rushed over here.
The waiter hurried up to stop him, but he pulled him away.
Yan Hang watched him rush to the table and stopped before he asked, "What's the matter?"
"You speak carefully!" The boy pointed at him.
Yan Hang hooked the corner of his mouth.
There has been no sound. He looked very nervous on the first day of the new year and raised his head and looked at his hand: "You, put your hand down."
Yan Hang wanted to whistle very much at this moment, but held back it, just raised his eyebrows.
The boy looked at the first day of the new year, and after hesitating for two seconds, he put his arm down, looked at his girlfriend, and said: "You change tables, my girlfriend doesn't want to see homosexuality, it's disgusting."
"You can't see it if you change tables," Yan Hang took a sip. "You can't see it after you go out."
"Why should we go!" The girl shouted over there, "People like you shouldn't go out at all! You still have a kiss and hug!"
"You two are too close to each other to have a bed." Yan Hang said.
The boy lifted the chair next to him probably to pounce on him, but before he could exert any strength, Yan Hang had already got up, grabbing his shoulder and pushing back halfway.
This trick Dad used on him made him very helpless every time, and he was basically pushed to sit down honestly with a palm of his hand.
The effect he used was also great. The boy staggered back and sat on the chair he had just lifted to the side.
Just when he wanted to stand up with anger and embarrassment on his face, he suddenly stood up on the first day of the junior high school.
The boy was stunned.
Maybe I feel that I can still struggle one-on-one, and now it's one-on-two instantly, so I suddenly fell into the entanglement of embarrassing or more embarrassing in front of my girlfriend.
On the first day of the new year, he picked up the mango juice, drank the remaining bite, and then glanced at Yan Hang.
Yan Hang felt that in this world, except for his father, he probably only communicated with his mind on the first day of junior high school. He sighed, "I don't want to drink anymore."
On the first day of the new year, he picked up his glass of chicken tail wine near the chicken butt and drank it in one gulp, and then said: "Let's go."
Yan Hang took the coat and followed after the first day of the junior high school. He watched the first day of the junior high arrogantly walk towards the door of the store with great vigour. He didn't mean to stop at all. He had to yell, "Brother Gou."
The first day of the new year turned around and looked at him.
"Wait for me to settle the bill first?" Yan Hang said.
"...Oh," he returned to his senses on the first day of the new year, "I'll do it."
"Don't don't don't," Yan Hang stopped him, "I'll do it, how can I get the boss to check out..."
"I'll do it today, I just want to invite you to have a drink, right." The first day of the new year was a little anxious.
"Standing." Yan Hang looked at him.
He hesitated on the first day of the new year: "Oh."
Yan Hang went to settle the bill, and when he walked out, he saw the girl staring at them with an unhappy expression.
Yan Hang ignored her and walked out of the store with the first one.
After arriving on the street, he did not walk directly, but crossed the street and went to a small supermarket diagonally across to buy a pack of cigarettes.
After buying cigarettes, he stood inside the supermarket door and looked at the bar.
"How?" asked the first day of the month.
"Do you want to vent your anger?" Yan Hang glanced at him.
On the first day of the new year, he looked over there and sighed softly: "No need."
"Really?" Yan Hang asked.
"Really," Chu nodded, "Do you want to be angry?"
"That kind of combat power, I guess I can get myself out of fire if I beat him," Yan Hang said, "I don't like it."
"Then you do it too, your hands are up." said the first day of the day.
Yan Hang snorted and looked at him.
"Because he moved first, he started," Chu nodded a little, "I don't see it, too. I don't see that kind of miscellaneous, miscellaneous hair, and pure colors, but it doesn't."
Yan Hang didn't speak, but looked at him and smiled for a long time.
"Will you go shopping?" said the first day.
"Okay." Yan Hang opened the door and walked out.
The bar street is full of high-end small shops. No matter the goods are good or bad, the price can be scary. Let alone the first year of the middle school, Yan Hang himself will not buy things here, but it is OK to go shopping.
But I couldn't even go shopping on the first day of the year. I only looked outside, looked at the shop window, and passed by the door to look inside.
"Go in and take a look, people won't reach out and take money out of your pocket," Yan Hang said.
"I can see the whole thing at a glance," said the first day of the month, "the eyes are special, don't be good."
Yan Hang sighed, put his arm on his shoulder, and the two of them walked forward slowly and admired the window.
After walking most of the street, he turned his head on the first day of the new year, glanced at him, and then turned away.
After a while, he turned his head again, raised a breath as if he wanted to speak, but then turned his head away.
"Don't talk about smoking you." Yan Hang said.
"Ah," scratching his head on the first day of the new year, "I just want to ask you."
"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.
"What they said just now, what?" said the first day of the month, "what is it?"
"What is it?" Yan Hang looked at him.
He also looked at him on the first day of the junior high school.
"Gay, right?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"It's a gay bar," Yan Hang said, "Do you want to go?"
"No." The first day of the month shook his head.
"Why not?" Yan Hang asked.
"I don't want to look at it again, I see other..." Chu Yi lowered his voice, "Homosexuality."
"Well, that's right," Yan Hang nodded, "It is enough for other gays to know Chunyang."
Turning his face to look at him on the first day of the new year, it took him a long time to tsk.
Think about it and ask again: "Have you been there?"
"No," Yan Hang said, "what am I doing there? I didn't know that I like men before."
"Oh," he looked down at the ground on the first day of the new year and sighed. "Without me, you would not become homosexual, right?"
"What I said has become," Yan Hang said, "Do you think you are doing magic, and the little stick pointed at me, and I became a homosexual."
On the first day of the new year, he laughed and rubbed his nose.
"It's good too," Yan Hang said, "I would probably like myself without you, so handsome, so smart, so talented... Fortunately, you have turned me from a fairy to an ordinary person. ."
On the first day of the new year, he pointed to the huge circular advertising screen hanging upstairs in front: "Look."
"What?" Yan Hang looked over.
"Your face." said the first day.
Yan Hang smiled and gave him a harder hug: "I like your strength."
I originally wanted to relax Yan Hang, but in the end I also encountered unhappy things in the bar. I don’t know if Yan Hang’s mood will get worse, but it feels okay. After returning to the dormitory in the first year, Yan Hang still I sent him a photo, leaning against the head of the bed, and it looked like he was about to try to sleep.
-The face is not that big
-Wow, Xiaotian is so handsome! ! ! Damn, I blew myself up! !
I returned one to him on the first day of the junior high school.
Staring at the photos for a long time, I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up in the morning, I still had my phone in my hand.
In the first year of the junior high school, I usually look forward to the weekend from Tuesday, but when I finally hoped to the weekend this week, I received a call from Sister Bai.
The call made him suddenly nervous.
In terms of time, it should be that the father's business has had a result.
When he answered the phone, he almost couldn't even feed him.
"On the first day of the junior high school, I'm Sister Bai," Sister Bai said over there, "I will tell you good news first. Your father can go home today."
"Ah." The first day of the junior high school responded, suddenly I didn't know what to say in the next sentence.
"After investigation by the public security organs, your father is now acquitted," Sister Bai said, "you can rest assured."
"Ah." He was standing in the hallway of the dormitory on the first day of the year, except that he couldn't make any other sounds.
"A few words to your father first?" Sister Bai asked.
"Thank you Sister Bai," he finally said the whole thing, "thank you."
"You're welcome, I gave your dad the phone." Sister Bai said.
"First grade?" Dad's voice came from the horse over there, "First grade, I am Dad."
"... Dad." The first day of the day felt that his voice was a little dry.
"I'm okay," Dad said, "it's okay, I can go now, I'm already out of the detention center."
"Well," he walked to the window at the end of the corridor on the first day of the new year, "you go back first, go back to grandpa's house."
"I know," Dad smiled helplessly, "I can't go back to other places now."
"I know, tomorrow will be over." said the first day of the new year.
"Come here by bus?" Dad said, "Don't let your aunt send it, I don't want them to know..."
"I'll fly back," interrupted my dad on the first day of the new year, "I'm out, and I'm out to school."
"When did it happen?" Dad was a little surprised. "Which school are you going to go to another place? Aren't you in junior high school?"
"I'm almost high school, second now." On the first day of the new year, I closed my eyes. I don't know what Dad's words let the sister Bai on the side hear, what others will think, "No, let's not talk about it, I will go back tomorrow."
Yan Hang looked at the first day of the new year who was stuffing underwear into the bag, and checked the time, he was almost ready to leave for the airport.
But he still asked with some worry: "Do you really want me to go back with you?"
"No," said the first day, "I will stay for one night."
"Call me if you have anything to do." Yan Hang said.
"Call if you have nothing to do," said the first day of the month, "if you miss you, call."
"Good." Yan Hang smiled.
I put my bag on my back and sighed: "I'm not going back like this, I'm happy."
"Nonsense, so I said I want to play with you." Yan Hang said.
"Sleep well, go to sleep," said the first day of the new year, "I saw you again, taking sleeping pills again."
"Peek at me." Yan Hang sighed.
"It's the medicine to peek at you," Chu Yi turned around and hugged him, turning his face to pillow his shoulder, "Yan Hang."
"Huh?" Yan Hang patted his ass, "Q bomb."
"I want to ask, what to ask, right?" said the first day.
"You can ask what you want, and don't ask if you don't want to ask," Yan Hang said. "You didn't necessarily need to ask anything."
"Don't ask me to go back, why do you go back," frowned on the first day of the new year, "I just want to, ask to go back, go."
"All right," Yan Hang rubbed his back, "then you just ask how he told the police."
"Well," Chu nodded, "I drink and drink with him."
"Silly dog." Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him on the cheek.
I grew up on the first day of the middle school and had never had a drink with my dad. My dad always drove and didn't drink much. He would drink a few drinks during the New Year holidays and dare not drink too much, because my mother would scold him.
Therefore, he has never been like other sons, drinking with his father from time to time.
Maybe the feelings are not in place either.
After all, even using escape as an excuse can't explain why he never knew what grade his son was in.
But it doesn't matter. In the first year of junior high school, I think I probably never expected the feelings of my family.
After the plane landed, he sent a message to Yan Hang.
Originally wanted to make a call, but it was lunch time, and Yan Hang probably didn't have time to answer the call.
And he didn't want to be like a child, as if to seek comfort.
Although he was indeed a little nervous, he wanted Yan Hang's comfort.
But this time he just wanted to do this by himself, just like Yan Hang could handle many things by himself.
A big dog needs to look like a big dog.
After he got on the shuttle bus to his grandfather's house, he called his grandfather.
Grandma answered the call. He just fed him, and grandma over there began to cry: "Your dad is back, the first day of the middle school, your dad is back."
"Well, I know," the first day of the month said softly, "I am in the car now, in the car, in a while, I will arrive."
"Have you eaten yet?" Grandma asked, crying.
"I've eaten," said the first day of the new year, "to take care of the meal on the plane."
"How many days are you coming back?" Grandma asked again, crying.
"Tomorrow, I have to go back," said the first day of the new year, "I'm still in class."
"Let me talk about it," Grandpa's voice came over, "the first day of junior high."
"Grandpa." The first day of the junior high school responded.
"You got in the car, right?" Grandpa asked.
"Yeah." The first day of the year looked out the window, "it will open immediately."
"Okay, you'll talk about it later when you get home," Grandpa said, "Your dad is fine, he's a little thinner, and he's in good spirits."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
Dad did seem to be in good spirits, maybe he was finally able to sleep in the detention center.
But the change is also quite big, it seems that he has grown a lot, and he has white hair on his forehead.
When he saw the first day of the new year, he twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time, but just pressed the corners of his eyes at the beginning.
"Look, you are all grown up in the first grade of junior high school, you can't recognize it anymore!" Grandma patted her dad hard on the back, "That's how you are a father! How do you set a role model for your children!"
"Don't talk about it," Grandpa pulled grandma into the kitchen, "Let them talk about it for a while."
Looking at my dad on the first day of the new year, the two of them actually had nothing to talk about.
His disappointment with his father in the past two years has made him unable to say a word even though he has mixed feelings when he sees his father now.
"It's so tall." Dad looked at him.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Is it one meter eight?" Dad asked.
"No measure." Chuyi pulled a chair to Dad, and sat down by the table.
"That lawyer Bai, is your friend?" Dad also sat down, "Thanks to her."
"You can be acquitted, not guilty, let go," Chu Yi looked at him, "Why did you run?"
"Can I not run?" Dad frowned, patted his hand on the table twice, and lowered his voice. "You didn't see the situation at the time, the scene was all blood, and Old Ding was still dead. Now! What if I don’t run and let the police arrest me as a murderer!"
Grandpa walked out of the kitchen, and Dad stopped immediately because he wanted to say something.
On the first day of the new year, I took the cup, poured a glass of water, and suddenly laughed after drinking a few sips.
Dad looked at him inexplicably, and whispered: "What are you laughing at."
On the first day of the new year, he shook his head, did not speak, still wanted to laugh, and couldn't help it.
He didn't know what he was laughing at.
He didn't know how scared a person would be in a case where he was not guilty and left a home and just ran away.
He lay down on the table and laughed for a long time before stopping.
If Dad doesn’t run, what happened to Uncle Yan will not last for so long, and Yan Hang will not be bothered by this incident every day. There will always be a shadow in his heart. .
Although he could understand his father and knew that he couldn't be blamed on his father, he still felt helpless.
"Do you know where your mother is?" Dad probably couldn't help contacting his mother.
"I don't know." said the first day.
"Didn't I tell you?" Dad frowned.
"I changed my house and it was locked. No one told me," Chu Yi smiled, "not to mention this kind of thing, it's a trivial matter."
Dad was stunned for a long time, and sighed: "This family is probably going to be separated."
"It's gone a long time ago," said the first day.
"First grade," Dad stared at him for a long time, "You have changed a lot."
"Yeah." Chu nodded, "I'm grown up."
"Yeah," Dad let out a long sigh of relief and smiled, "When I grow up, I'm a big and small man... You don't feel like my old son anymore when you talk."
"What did I do before," said the first day of the new year, "you haven't, you may not know."
Grandma walked out of the kitchen and brought out a large plate of dumplings: "I made them yesterday. I thought about making a few of them in the morning and eating them slowly. I didn't expect everyone to come back today. It was just delicious."
"Let's eat together," Dad said. "Don't bother you."
"Eat more on the first day of the new year," Grandpa said, "I must have nothing to eat at noon. He also said that the food is in charge on the plane. I don't care about the food on the plane, so I will give it to Coke."
The first day of the month smiled.
He wanted to ask his dad straight away now, what was going on, and he would feel at ease after asking.
But there is really no way to ask like that in front of grandparents' smiles and tears.
Can only endure it first.
The phone rang and Yan Hang sent a message.
-Don't ask your dad about those things in front of your grandparents. The old man can't stand it.
Immediately in the first year of the new year, I wanted to get into the phone and climb to the other end and hug Yan Hang and kiss him hard. Yan Hang will always be so careful.
-I know!
-What do the exclamation points mean
-That's what I thought, and I was reminded by you again, very unhappy!
-I won’t remind you anything later, Brother Dog is very stable
On the first day of the new year, he smiled and sent a small emoji to the past.
-【strong】
-【Yeah】