The police went to Yan Hang's house yesterday.

Chuyi knew that the back in the photo was indeed Uncle Yan.

Then... Yan Hang must have known who the car belonged to and who the third person on the scene was.

This made the first day of junior high school very scared.

What he was even more afraid of was that Yan Hang knew that Uncle Yan might have been injured, but his father did not.

Among the three, one died, one was injured, and one was fine...

When he stood behind the tree in Chuyi, he felt panic when he thought of this, so he couldn't stand it and had to lean on the trunk.

He has been having a torment these days. He hasn't gone to school for two days. The family is in a mess. My father has no news and can't find anyone. He has never contacted his family.

My mother sat on the sofa every day in a daze, and my grandma cursed every day. She would have to quarrel with people when she saw anyone scolding her when she went out.

And compared to home, the rumors outside are even more terrifying.

Dad has become the real version of "Don't mess with honest people".

It looks like an angry bag, and if you are too anxious, you will stab you to death. It’s not enough to stab one to death, but you can still hurt one.

The case has not yet made progress, and he has become the son of a murderer.

The WeChat message on his mobile phone, which will never receive any messages except Yan Hang, becomes lively. Every day, classmates will come to add his friends.

This feeling of being forcibly exposed to everyone's eyes made him stand in a transparent sealed steamer every minute and every second.

No one could hear what he said, no one wanted to hear, there were only layers of suffocation.

He glanced at the window of Yan Hang's house opposite. After the police left, there was no movement in Yan Hang's house.

In fact, the so-called movement is nothing more than whether the lights are on and whether Yan Hang's shadow has swayed over the curtains.

Today until after nine o'clock in the evening, the lights at Yan Hang's house have not been on.

This made the first day of junior high school very worried.

Yan Hang hasn't gone out these days. He couldn't figure out his condition in the first day of the Chu Dynasty, and even didn't know if he had eaten anything.

It can only be judged that Yan Hang is walking around at home because the lights are on and off.

Nothing else knows.

But he didn't dare to contact Yan Hang. He didn't know if Yan Hang had the idea of ​​his father killing someone like those people.

He stuck to the tree, exposed one eye, continued to stare at Yan Hang's window, put his hands in his pocket, and gently pinched the small leather-clothed steel semen.

It's like a perverted stalker.

Fortunately, there are few people now, so no one notices that he comes here to post it every day.

It was 10:30, and I couldn't help it anymore. He ran all the way to a 24-hour supermarket quite far from home, and no one knew him here.

The 200 yuan my aunt gave him that day was useless. Now he took it out and bought a bunch of food, snacks, ham sausages, snacks, and a few boxes of self-heated rice. He originally wanted to buy another cigarette that Yan Hang smoked, but after asking the price, he found that the cigarette was too high and he didn't have enough money. In the end, he only bought two packs, and then ran back with these things.

While there was no one around, he quickly crossed the street and stood at the door of Yan Hang's house.

There is no sound inside.

Of course, he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered.

He held his breath and approached carefully, preparing to rush over and put the food at the door, then knocked on the door and then turned around and ran away.

He practiced this process several times in his mind and rushed over on tiptoe.

Just as I bent down to put down the bag, the door lock rang.

Chuyi felt his mind buzzing and explode, and blood gathered from his whole body to his head. He threw the bag and turned around and ran away.

He only ran out for up to five steps, and someone kicked him in the butt behind him.

He staggered two steps, and before he could fall, he was grabbed and pulled back.

"What are you running?" Yan Hang's voice was a little hoarse.

"No, I know." When Chu Yi turned around and saw Yan Hang's haggard face in the dim street lights, he felt his nose sore.

"With this reaction speed, I'm afraid the path of being a thief will not work." Yan Hang let go of him.

"It can be a disaster, a disaster." Chu Yi said.

"Go to collect protection fees at the entrance of the kindergarten." Yan Hang smiled.

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang's smile was full of fatigue. He could no longer hold it over with just one glance, and tears burst out instantly.

It was so hustle and bustle, as if the gate had collapsed.

Yan Hang didn't say anything or move, but stood there watching him cry.

He didn't want to cry, especially when he didn't want to cry in front of Yan Hang at this time, but crying was like a silly smile. Once he started, it would be difficult to stop.

He finally clenched his teeth before finally stopping.

I felt that in order to suppress this little crying force, my muscles in my body became sore.

He lowered his head and pulled his clothes and wiped it on his eyes.

Yan Hang tsk.

"Yes, I'm not grateful." He let go of his clothes and raised his hand and rubbed his arms against his eyes twice. As soon as he said this, tears suddenly burst out again.

He rarely cried, and was beaten, scolded and bullied. He never cried. At most, he complained a few times to the tree hole, and many emotions passed.

I don’t know what happened now, I felt wronged, depressed, panic, and uneasy, and all turned up in one staggered way.

"Cry in the house." Yan Hang slapped his head, turned around and picked up the bag on the ground and went back to the house.

Chu Yi hesitated for a moment and walked in behind him.

I haven't come in for a few days, and this cottage that he always felt was particularly warm and down-to-earth seemed to have changed.

In fact, the things were not moved, and they were still in their original place. Except for the a little mess on the coffee table, there was dust everywhere, everything was still the same, but it felt different.

Especially dark and cold.

"What did you buy?" Yan Hang put the bag on the coffee table, opened it and looked at it.

"Eat," Chu Yi wiped his eyes and walked to him, "You are, aren't Yi, haven't eaten?"

"Don't be hungry," said Yan Hang.

"This is good, eat it," Chuyi took out a box of braised pork rice. "I've eaten it very well, it's very delicious."

"Is that right?" Yan Hang looked.

After the lights were turned on in the house, I realized that Yan Hang had lost weight so much in just a few days, and his chin was a little sharp.

"Eat something, something," he lowered his head and studied the instructions on the lunch box. The rice was 18 yuan a box, which was very luxurious. He had never eaten such a high-end thing before. "Let me see, what should I eat."

"The Dog." Yan Hang took the box from his hand.

After the heat came out of the rice box, the coolness in the room faded slightly, but the gray tone was still there.

Chu Yi sat silently on the stool next to the coffee table, watching Yan Hang having dinner.

Yan Hang ate very slowly and chewed every bite for a long time.

I like braised pork rice very much in the first day of the New Year. My aunt took him to eat it before, and he ate two servings. Although this box is not made and eaten immediately, it smells very fragrant.

Yan Hang had such a delicious dish but had such a difficult time eating it, so he probably had no appetite.

I should eat this lunch box just to give him face.

"Drink water?" Chu Yi asked softly.

"Yeah." Yan Hang glanced at him.

He took Yan Hang's cup, poured a glass of water and put it on the coffee table, and sat back to the original place.

Yan Hang flipped through the bag, took a bag of seaweed and looked at it: "It was bought by a child at first glance."

"No," Chuyi smiled, "It's just a buy, and I'll give it to my little one."

Yan Hang unpacked the packaging, took two pieces and put them in his mouth, and handed him the rest.

I took it from the first day of the junior high school, took a piece and held it in my mouth, and bit it in little by little.

He wanted to talk to Yan Hang, but he couldn't find anything to say. Yan Hang kept eating silently, very slowly and didn't say a word.

Maybe Yan Hang didn't want to talk to him.

The last bite of rice was finally finished. Yan Hang pointed at him as he put down the lunch box: "Don't move."

"Oh." Chu Yi had already left the stool and sat back.

"I'm fine," said Yan Hang, "You don't have to worry about me, let's deal with the family matters first."

Chu Yi's heart shook for a moment.

"I... have nothing to do, either." He lowered his head and sighed.
To be continued...