Chuyi followed Yan Hang with an alcohol stove and walked back to the tent. Cui Yi had already put all the food on the mat.

"Fucking the worm," Cui Yi said, "I have to follow me even if I get a stove."

"If my dad had given me a younger brother," Yan Hang sat on the mat with a smile, "I guess I would have to follow it now."

"Your dad wants a daughter," Cui Yi said. "It's enough to raise a brat. Only daughter is cute and can wear small skirts."

Yan Hang sighed.

"I mentioned it myself, and I sighed again." Cui Yi glanced at him.

"Sigh whatever you want," said Yan Hang, "it seems deep."

Chuyi sat next to Yan Hang, watching Cui Yi lit the alcohol stove and put a pan on it. Yan Hang was still used to it. He liked to add a piece of butter whether it was a processed barbecue or something like what was made now.

He also cooks at home on the first day of the New Year, but because most of the time the food at home is simple, when my mother doesn't cook, they just have all kinds of frozen foods, so he has no talent in cooking. In this case, he basically sits next to him and watches.

Cui Yi's level is probably at the instant noodles level. After a few tricks, only Yan Hang was left, and they were watching from the side.

The moon above their heads seemed to be bigger than when they first arrived. I looked at Yan Hang for a while on the first day of the New Year, and looked up at the moon for a while.

It was probably the first time he looked at the moon so relaxed and comfortable. I wonder if it was because it was by the sea, everything seemed wide and grand. The moon he saw today was the biggest he had ever seen.

The taste of a bite should be like a milky ice cream.

"Give it," Yan Hang put two slices of big beef fried very fragrantly and gave it to Cui Yi, and handed him two slices of mutton, "Uncle Cui loves beef, you should like mutton."

"Yes," Chu Yi smiled, "Actually, it's meat, okay."

"Yan Hang's craft," Cui Yi said while eating, "I'll invest in a small Western restaurant for you in two years."

"I have a very good memory, I've remembered it," Yan Hang said with a smile, "Thank you."

Thanks.

When Chu Yi heard these two words, he couldn't help but look at Yan Hang.

I like you.

Thanks.

The answer he could imagine was the answer between Zhou Chunyang and Yan Hang based on the answer he said before.

Zhou Chunyang would definitely not say it was boring, but he was a boring person, and that's all he could think of.

Or... if he asked him to say it, he would only say it.

There is no preparation and no decoration.

I like you.

Thanks.

Do you need to add a word later?

If you don't add it, it wouldn't be embarrassing.

Is it even more embarrassing to add?

Chu Yi sighed.

"Don't you like eating?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Why are you sighing?"

"Drink one, a big sip of beer, and then," Chuyi picked up the drink next to him and fed two large sips, "Ah..."

Yan Hang laughed.

"Sigh with great comfort, sigh." Chu Yi said.

Cui Yi smiled and took a can of beer, raised his head and took a few sips, and then wiped his mouth: "Ah..."

"Don't annoy me," said Yan Hang. "If you go back, I'll take a few sips."

"It's too late," Cui Yi shook the jar, "I've already drunk it."

Yan Hang smiled and tickled.

Comfortable.

After eating three plates of large slices of lamb and a pile of roasted wings on the first day of the New Year, I lay down and fell on the beach, spread my arms to both sides, and looked at the moon.

Very heart and relaxed.

As long as you don’t think about the “I like you” question, it will be very pleasant, and you will be smiling.

However, it is not easy to not think about it.

All the beauty and joy and smiles at the moment are because of Yan Hang.

Because I'm with Yan Hang.

Because he wanted to be with Yan Hang.

In fact, when I went to Yan Hang just now, I was just an impulse, and the impulse that made me panic-provoked. He felt that way at that moment.

I like Yan Hang.

But after hearing Yan Hang's "thank you" he hesitated again.

He didn't know if he was really like Zhou Chunyang.

I don’t know what he would do if Yan Hang gave him a “thank you”.

What should Yan Hang do?

Is it true?

Sexuality?

Is it a lesbian sex in the first grade of junior high school?

Since childhood, he has never liked anyone, let alone boys or girls. He has never liked anyone, and no one has ever liked him. No matter how many of his past studies, no matter how men and women, I am afraid that there are only one person.

He doesn't know what it is to like someone.

He doesn't know what it is like to be liked by someone.

It feels very painful.

If you want to get close to Yan Hang, you will get closer continuously and infinitely.

But I am afraid of confusion because of such desire.

The colors of the moon have faded.

One night was too short, even from supper to midnight snacks, it was still very short.

He and Yan Hang were lying in the tent together, putting their heads on the cushion at the door of the tent, and Cui Yi made a small pillow for them with sand.

If you don’t want to move, you just want to stay so alone and stare at the moon.

Cui Yi was more lively than them. He climbed onto the old boat next to him to photograph the moon, and the fishing boat under the moonlight, and also photographed the two teenagers who were standing in the tent on the moon night and refused to move.

"It's almost done," Cui Yi looked at the machine, "If you two don't want to go back, just sleep here. I'll go to a hotel opposite."

"Let's go back," said Chuyi. Yan Hang had to go to work tomorrow morning. In order to let him have a good Mid-Autumn Festival, Yan Hang had already left early today. It would be a bit too unreasonable to not be able to go to work tomorrow. "Yan Hangming, go to work tomorrow."

"Is it true?" Yan Hang turned his head and asked him.

"Yes." Chu Yi smiled to the sky.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look at Yan Hang. The distance was too close. He wouldn't have felt anything in the past. If he wanted to be next to Yan Hang, he would have been hugged. If he wanted to be followed by Yan Hang, he would have been hugged. In his opinion, everything was just natural.

Once he realized that all his "wants" seemed to be mixed with something else, he began to face Yan Hang.

"Actually, if you want to play like this, you don't have to do Mid-Autumn Festival," said Yan Hang. "It's OK on weekends. When do you want to play like this? Come on. It's OK for us to come by ourselves, and we can call a group of classmates together."

"Yeah." Chu Yi glared at the moon and nodded with a smile.

"Then let's go," Yan Hang sat up, "It will take an hour to go back."

Chu Yi sat up, Yan Hang pulled his hair and pulled off the sand on his head. With this action, the warm breath that came towards Yan Hang when he turned sideways, he fell back quickly as if he was escaping.

"Are you looking for a slap?" Yan Hang held his hand, "Just just got rid of the sand for you!"

"It's not clean anyway," Cui Yi said, "Go back and wash your hair honestly."

It was the first time that the first time I had a close contact with Haisha, he was sitting in the car and walking backwards. He realized that he was not rolling on the beach, and he was wearing long-sleeved trousers, but not only was his hair covered with sand, but he seemed to have it in his underwear, but he didn't have the nerve to reach out and make sure.

He glanced at Yan Hang quietly and found that Yan Hang was yawning. He looked back and saw Cui Yi fall asleep in the back seat.

He frowned. If it weren't for his heart, Yan Hang and Cui Yi wouldn't be interested in staying by the beach all night.

"Are you sleepy?" He sat upright and asked Yan Hang in a low voice.

"Not sleepy." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi stared at the road ahead, afraid of any emergencies, so he could remind Yan Hang.

"If you are sleepy, you will sleep for a while," said Yan Hang. "You snore when you were lying there and watching the moon."

"Impossible," Chu Yi was stunned, "I didn't have any sleep."

"I heard it too." Cui Yi in the back seat smiled and continued.
To be continued...