"What's wrong?" Yan Hang stood in front of his cabinet. He had just pressed the cabinet door and wanted to change his clothes. He heard the words of Chu Yi, and stopped, "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," Chu Yi hesitated, "Nothing happened."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yan Hang leaned against the cabinet and asked softly.

"I don't know." Chu Yi's voice was a little dull.

"Where are you now?" Yan Hang did not ask him.

The sentence "I'm afraid" in the first grade of junior high school made Yan Hang feel a little distressed. I don't know if it was because I remembered myself or the previous first grade of junior high school.

Some people are afraid of something. Sometimes they are afraid of a certain person, something, or feeling, sometimes they are unreasonable. Those who cannot realize the reason are simply afraid.

"At the river." Chu Yi's voice was still slightly trembling.

"Is there the tree hole?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

"I've spoken in the tree hole," Yan Hang smiled, "You go and listen to it and see if you can hear it?"

"What did you say?" Chu Yi was a little surprised.

"How can I tell you if I tell you about the tree hole," Yan Hang said, "You go and listen."

On the first day of the New Year, he probably walked towards the tree hole. After a while, he said again: "Are you, are you called me a turtle dog?"

Yan Hang laughed: "Did you hear it?"

"I guessed." The first day of junior high school also came to the ground.

"I really called out a local dog," said Yan Hang.

"When, what happened?" Chu Yi's voice no longer had the previous tremolo, and he sounded better.

"Before I leave," Yan Hang said, "I went there and told you some of it."

"Really?" Chu Yi's voice rose.

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

There was no speech for a long time on the first day of the junior high school. Then he sighed: "Your intelligence doesn't seem to be smart, it's not that great, it's so high."

Yan Hang smiled for a long time.

In fact, what he said in the tree hole that day, he could no longer repeat it in a complete way, but he still remembered the feeling at that time.

Thinking about it now makes me feel a little incredible.

They actually have the day of having dinner, chatting, or even sitting on the balcony to watch the moon together.

It is quite incredible that the first grade of junior high school, so cautious, and so unconfident, can bring such incredible things.

After chatting with Yan Hang for a while, Chuyi felt a little calmer.

After hanging up the phone, he sat by the river until after ten o'clock. The night wind was already very cold. He was not wearing enough clothes on his body, so he couldn't stand the cold, so he got up and walked back slowly.

His feeling of fear for Yan Hang was still in his heart, but after hearing Yan Hang's voice, he was suppressed by soothing and relaxing.

Before meeting Yan Hang, he didn't dare to think about what was going on.

Perhaps he can only understand when he sees Yan Hang, meets Yan Hang, and faces with him.

Now that he just needs to go home, let alone think about this feeling, he will feel irritated even if he thinks about what time to go to bed or start.

The home is like a pool of stagnant water. When you hit the door, there is only the sound of a TV in the living room.

My mother probably slept, the door was closed, and my grandfather was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring blankly at the TV.

He took a towel and toothbrush from his bag to wash, and found that the faucet of the toilet sink was broken, so he used water directly to the main gate.

He sighed. There was a spare faucet at home. Grandpa bought it when he was wandering around the second-hand market. If it was broken, his father and grandpa would usually repair it.

Now it seems that my grandfather is exhausted from changing the faucet.

He went to the drawer and found an old faucet, found tape and wrench, and replaced it.

He was a little panicked when he looked at the water flowing out along the pool.

In the past, this family was like this, full of anger, dissatisfaction, suspicion and mutual harm, but never like it is now, making him feel dilapidated.

It feels like it collapses at any time.

After washing up, I returned to the living room. My grandfather had already entered the house to sleep.

When he went into the house and wanted to sleep, he found that his small bed had been removed. There were two cardboard boxes stacked in the place where the bed was placed, and some of his debris were probably placed on it.

He was stunned for a moment, retreated back to the living room, and pulled the drawer of his small desk.

The drawer was originally nothing, so he took away all the things he could use at any time, leaving some notebooks and gadgets, some broken pens, half a bottle of ink, small glass balls...

They are all worthless and useless things.

But when he pulled the drawer and found that they were gone, he was still a little sad.

The drawer was stuffed very much, including grandma's comb, cigarette box, grandma's tea, and even a few packs of peppercorns.

This small desk and that bed were probably where he recalled the memories of this home, especially the small desk. With a tweet of desk lamps, the small square illuminated by the lights is his only independent space.

He was stunned at the desk for a while, walked to the sofa and lay down, took the small quilt where his grandma was covering her legs, and closed his eyes.

-Today I went to see my grandparents, and I lived at my grandparents' house at night

-I originally wanted to go to the boxing gym first, Coach He and his team went home on holiday, I will go to the airport tomorrow morning

A message was sent early in the first day of the lunar month.

Yan Hang had just got off the bus and walked towards the hotel while replying to him with a message.

-Forgot to bring you another box of mooncakes back

-I bought mooncakes and fruits

-Then you should accompany your grandparents today, and I will go to the airport to pick you up tomorrow

-You don't have time, I know how to leave myself

Yan Hang smiled. When he walked into the hotel gate, he looked at him habitually while typing. He didn't know if it was an illusion, an illusion, or something else, but he felt that someone was looking at him in the flower garden.

He stopped and turned to look over.

There is a sidewalk on the other side of the flowerbed, and there are very many people coming and going. In just three or five seconds, there are seven or eight people walking past.

Theoretically, no matter whether anyone sees him or not, he should not see clearly.

-Don't worry if you have time

He replied to the first day of junior high school and walked into the hotel.

The work every day is almost the same. After changing the new scheduling method, everyone gradually adapted. As long as no one made mistakes and no customers were in trouble, his work was repeated throughout the day.

However, today's work is slightly different. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is a Western restaurant, you have to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival and you have to book the evening tables.

Today he had to stare at people and check the festival related to the store that should be arranged and prepared.

"Manager Tang came here and asked us to find a few people to sing the English version for the guests during dinner. I hope they will last forever." Zhang Chen stood at the bar with a broken face.

"What?" Yan Hang was stunned, "What are you singing?"

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky with wine..." Zhang Chen sang, and then added, "The English version is enough to let Xiao Yan translate it."

"I'll turn it over..." Yan Hang was helpless, "What a ghost."

He went directly to find Manager Tang, not to mention anything else. Everyone was busy at dinner. Where can I arrange people? Or "a few people" to sing, and I have to learn the English version now?

Moreover, the lyrics are different from the usual translations. They also require word count and rhyme. Otherwise, they will definitely not be able to sing it out. It would be better to just have a flymetothemoon.

"Manager Tang," Yan Hang knocked on the door and entered the office, "It's just that singing..."

"What do you think? Although it is a Western restaurant, it is also our traditional festival. It is more atmosphere and meaningful." Manager Tang said squintly.

When Yan Hang saw his expression, he knew that it was unlikely that he would cancel the singing session. Manager Tang was obviously very satisfied with his ideas and might also think that he could win the Best Creativity Award from the Catering Department.

"I think it would be more appropriate for those who sing Chinese?" Yan Hang could only temporarily settle for the second best.

"Why? Isn't it good to let foreign guests understand it?" said Manager Tang.

"This is our traditional festival. Will it be interesting to let foreign guests experience the original festive atmosphere?" Yan Hang said, "Eat Chinese mooncakes and listen to Chinese songs? It is difficult to understand the charm of Chinese poetry by translating the lyrics into English..."

"Well," Manager Tang fell into a deep state, "It makes sense."

"Then..." Yan Hang looked at him.

"It makes sense," Manager Tang pointed at him, "just as you said, singing Chinese."

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

"No, yes, right?" Zhang Chen and the other two waitresses elongated their voices, looking sad.

"I have already fought for it. Those who didn't let you learn English now are my deepest feelings for you," said Yan Hang. "In a few minutes, let's help you, beauties, this month, give each of you a chance to get off work two hours in advance, and arrange it yourself whenever you want."

"Can you come two hours late?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.
To be continued...