Yan Hang stood there until he could no longer see Chu Yi's figure. He lit a cigarette and turned around and walked back slowly.

The words from the first day of the junior high school made him feel a little indescribable.

They will leave sooner or later.

This is an idea that he will have whenever he goes to a place. He will not have any other feelings except for the endless unknown.

Because he has no contact with anywhere.

I'm here, I'm leaving, and this place where I once lived has left no trace of me.

So there is nothing to be moved by when you come and go.

But now when he heard the words of Chuyi say, he feels a little sad.

He left traces here, and there was a little boy who was in the second grade of junior high school and would remember him.

One day when he looked back, there would be some pictures that the memory of a certain city would no longer be just a simple place name.

When I got home, my dad had already taken a shower and changed his pajamas. The things on the table were packed in the kitchen, but they were not washed and piled up in the sink.

Yan Hang finished his steps and took it all, and he was a little lazy at this moment, so he sat on the sofa and stood there.

My dad is watching night news. Except for first- and second-tier cities, there are not many news in a city that is different for a day. These news have been watched and replayed in the afternoon. There will be a summary on Sunday. Yan Hang feels that as long as my dad is at home, he can recite the news of that day.

"Will you go running with the first day of the New Year tomorrow?" my dad asked.

"Well, run away, I was going to run away anyway," said Yan Hang.

"It's great," Dad nodded and stood up, "I'm going to sleep."

"Just just ate a lot of meat and fell asleep?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Mid-aged people are particularly prone to gaining weight. Don't you be wary of your belly?"

"Don't be jealous of my figure." My dad stretched and went back to the house.

He had to go to work tomorrow, and Yan Hang had to let himself fall asleep tonight. He played with his cell phone in the living room for a while, then took a shower and went back to the house.

After lying in bed for a long time, he was completely sleepy. He took his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat, looked at his circle of friends, and saw a small expression sent by the first day of the New Year an hour ago in a bunch of messages from various merchants.

It is a normal "smile".

It's very inconspicuous, and you can't find it if you need to scratch and pull it faster.

Yan Hang smiled, wondering what the little expressions of the first lunar month mean to him.

After watching my phone for a while, I still didn't feel sleepy. Yan Hang ordered another movie.

Ghost movie.

After watching it for half an hour, I didn't see it. I was so scared that I was half-hearted by the screams of BGM and the heroine every five minutes, so I turned it off.

They were all scared and were so energetic.

He had to get up, go to the living room to pour himself a glass of water, and prepare to take medicine.

When he went back to the house, he saw that the lights were still on in his father's house. It had been more than an hour since he entered the house. His father had a good sleep. Especially this kind of night after eating late-night snacks and drinking, he would turn off the lights after entering the house for 20 minutes.

If I can't sleep for such a long time, my dad will come over to see if he has slept. If he is still awake, I will chat for a while, but my dad didn't look for him today.

Yan Hang hesitated for a moment, walked to the door lightly, and listened to the movements in the room.

It's very quiet and can't hear any sound, but you can smell the faint smell of smoke.

I don’t sleep at night, so I hide in the house and smoke. I can smell it when I smoke at the edge of the crack in the door. This is a rare state for my dad.

Over the years, except for his uncertain whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been healthy and has almost never smoked like this.

Yan Hang raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but he still couldn't knock on it until his hand was sore.

Finally he went back to his room and took two pills to bed.

The medicine is still useful. After all, I fell asleep, but when I woke up in the morning, my head felt swelling.

Yan Hang slowly walked out of the room with his 86 kilogram head and looked at his father. The door of the room was already open.

He walked over and looked in. His dad was not inside. He turned around and looked at the shoe rack. His dad was not there, so he probably went out.

He entered the room and opened all the windows that were only open.

My father got up and had the habit of folding quilts, so he couldn't tell whether he slept last night. However, the smell of smoke in the house had not completely dissipated, which proved that he hadn't slept for long even after sleeping. This smell should have been smoking in the first half of the night.

After washing up with his heavy hair, he was thinking about what to eat for breakfast when the living room door rang. Yan Hang turned his head and his father came in with a bag of steaming breakfast.

"Did you go buy breakfast?" Yan Hang asked.

"You didn't sleep well yesterday," my dad put the bag on the table. "I went to buy it very considerately. Yesterday, the first day of the New Year told me that there was a restaurant selling breakfast that was delicious and had many varieties."

"Are you two talking about this?" Yan Hang took out the small lunch boxes in the bag one by one, "like the two old ladies."

"We are talking about people's livelihood," said my dad, "The old lady is not as high-end as us."

"...Oh," Yan Hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box. It was indeed a complete range of things and the appearance was good. He took a box of his favorite pumpkin pie and took a bite. "Did you talk about other people's livelihood?"

"I also told me that there are several clothes selling in the vegetable market. Although the geographical location is very awkward, the quality of the clothes is OK and cheap." The father said with a smile, "But after he finished speaking, he felt that we would not go there to buy clothes. This child is poor and funny, but he still feels inferior."

"Just like his grandma, most children will have inferiority complex," Yan Hang said. "It seems that his mother is... not very good either."

When talking about grandma and mother, Yan Hang had no feelings about such content, but today he stumbled for no reason.

My dad should have noticed it too and sighed softly.

Yan Hang stopped talking and continued to eat breakfast.

The father stood up and walked behind him: "Crown Prince, isn't your head heavy again after not sleeping well?"

"Well, more than 200 kilograms." Yan Hang said.

My dad reached out to grab his head. The lightness and weight were very appropriate, and his scalp suddenly became loose. He leaned on the back of the chair and asked my dad to continue giving him a massage.

My father was very dedicated to his work from the top of his head to the back of his neck and then to the back of his shoulders.

"Come back tonight and bring some food and wine," said my dad, "drink two cups and chat for a while."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Hang asked.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dad knocked on his shoulder.

Yan Hang bit his lip and decided that it would take almost a minute before he spoke: "Tell me how my mother died."

Dad paused quickly on his right shoulder, then continued to hit his left shoulder: "Okay."

I felt like I was going to be late on the first day of the New Year, so I woke up twenty minutes later than usual.

He has no alarm clock, and his mobile phone alarm clock is too slow, either not ringing or can't turn off when it rings, so he keeps getting up by relying on the biological clock. If the biological clock fails, no one will call him until noon.

But you will be scolded when you get up.

"The grades are not very good, and I have the face to oversleep," Grandma held a cigarette in her mouth, "I can't even get up by myself, it's useless!"

After the first day of junior high school, he quickly washed up, grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door.

As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw several people standing at the corner of the building from afar. He suddenly stopped and turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

It was Liang Bing and his friends. It seemed that they had just come back after playing for a night. Now it was time to cheer up. It was not enough to let him go by just kicking him, so it would be better for him to avoid it.

It’s just that you have to go out from the opposite direction and go to school again.

I don’t have time to eat breakfast, so I can’t be late.

In the first year of junior high school, I can count the number of latenesses more than just one V.

He was particularly unwilling to be late, and he didn't want to sit in the whole class. The teacher also stood on the podium before entering the classroom, so no matter what, he had to work hard not to be late.

I shouldn't be late today. I ran all the way without breakfast and almost arrived in front of the school gate.

If he hadn't been dreaming all night yesterday and hadn't had a good sleep, he wouldn't have been sleeping again until dawn, and he was a little depressed.

But it was quite magical. Yan Hang was in all the dreams that night.

Yan Hang took him to stand by the river, Yan Hang ran with him, Yan Hang had barbecue with him, Yan Hang held a steel slut and said, "This is a steel slut."

Actually, it’s not magical, there are thoughts on the day and dreams on the night.

Yan Hang is the one he has always hoped to be able to communicate and chat normally with him like an ordinary person and an ordinary friend one day.

After waiting for a long time, once I encounter it, the impression will continue to be deep into my dream.

When I ran to school, the teacher on duty was about to close the door. In the first year of junior high school, he took out the speed of escaping and rushed over.

Four or five students who ran into the school gate with him were all stopped by the teacher.

The school has strict management. Those who come in when the door is closed are considered late and will be recorded and deducted points.

But he was not stopped in the first year of junior high school. When he rushed in from the two teachers, the teacher seemed not to see him.

Invisibility was successful.

He pinched the steel sperm in a small leather jacket in his pocket.

It turns out to be a savvy and works.

Li Zihao hasn't caused trouble for him these days, nor has he come to ask him if he had brought him to Yan Hang if he had brought him.

Of course, it is impossible for the first day of the Chu Dynasty to really bring that sentence to Yan Hang. In his opinion, the sentence is the same as "wait for me", and it is just a process.

When the atmosphere is here, you have to say it.

As for the words, I'm afraid the owner of this sentence may not remember them.

Compared to Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will make the first lunar calendar uneasy.

The classmates who were asking him for trouble were all fake gangsters, and they didn't even count as fake gangsters, but just took a walk to trouble him.

But Liang Bing is not, Liang Bing is a real gangster.

It's better to take a detour when you see him.

People from the residential area in their home frown when they mention Liang Bing.

Not to mention how capable you are, it is mainly shameless.
To be continued...