After walking halfway through the street, Chuyi turned his head, glanced at him, and turned his head away.

After a while, he turned his head again and raised his breath as if he wanted to speak, but then he turned his head away.

"I won't say I'll beat you." Yan Hang said.

"Ah," Chu Yi grabbed his head, "I just want to ask you."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

"What they said just now, that, right?" Chu Yi said, "What is it?"

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang looked at him.

I also saw him in the first day of the junior high school.

"Gay?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"It's just a gay bar," Yan Hang said, "You want to go?"

"No." Chu Yi shook his head.

"Why not?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't want to see it, I see other things..." Chu Yi relaxed his voice, "Honesty."

"Well, that's it," Yan Hang nodded, "It's enough for other homosexuals to know Chunyang."

Chu Yi turned his face and looked at him, and after a long time he tickled.

Thinking about it, I asked again: "Have you been there?"

"No," said Yan Hang, "why am I going there? I didn't know I like men before."

"Oh," Chu Yi looked down at the ground and sighed, "If you don't have me, you won't become homosexual, right?"

"That's what he said," said Yan Hang, "You thought you were magical. When the little stick pointed at me, I became homosexual."

Chu Yi smiled and rubbed his nose.

"It's good," said Yan Hang. "If I don't have you, I'll probably like myself. I'm so handsome, so smart, so talented... Fortunately, with you, I've turned me from a god to an ordinary person."

Chu Yi pointed to a huge circular advertising screen hanging upstairs in front of him: "Look."

"What?" Yan Hang looked over.

"yourface." said the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang smiled and hugged him hard: "I just like your spirit."

I originally wanted to relax Yan Hang, but I encountered something unhappy in the bar. I don’t know if Yan Hang’s mood would be worse, but it felt OK. After returning to the dormitory on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang also 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, either

-Wow, Brother Xiaotian is so handsome!!! Oh my god, I self-destructed!!

I replied to him one after the first day of the junior high school.

I stared at the photos for a long time, but I didn’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, my phone was still in my hand.

The first day of the Chinese New Year usually starts on Tuesdays, but this week it is easy to wait until the weekend, but I received a call from Sister Bai.

This call made him feel a little nervous.

In terms of time, it should be that my father's affairs have been fruitful.

When he answered the phone, he almost couldn't even feed him.

"One day of the junior high school, I'm Sister Bai," said Sister Bai there, "I'll tell you good news first, your father can go home today."

"Ah." Chu Yi responded, suddenly not knowing what to say next.

"After the investigation by the public security organs, your father is now acquitted," said Sister Bai, "You can rest assured."

"Ah." I stood in the dormitory corridor on the first day of the junior high school, and I felt that I could not make any other sounds except.

"How many words do you want to say to your father first?" Sister Bai asked.

"Thank you, Sister Bai," Chuyi finally said the whole thing, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'll give your dad a phone call." Sister Bai said.

"Quan 1st?" My father's voice came from over there, "Quan 1st, I am my father."

"...Dad." Chu Yi felt his voice dry.

"I'm fine," said my dad, "It's fine, I can leave now. I've come out of the detention center."

"Yes," Chu Yi walked to the window at the end of the corridor, "You go back first, go back to grandpa's house."

"I know," Dad smiled helplessly, "I can't go anywhere else now."

"I know, tomorrow will pass." Chu Yi said.

"Come here by bus?" said my dad, "Don't let your aunt give it to me, I don't want them to know..."

"I'll take a plane back," said the first year of junior high school, "I'll go out, I'll go to school."

"When did it happen?" My dad was a little surprised. "What school do you want to go to another place? Aren't you going to junior high school?"

"I'm about to grow up, I'm in the second year," Chu Yi closed his eyes. I wonder what my father said to Sister Bai on the side. What would people think, "No, I won't say it now, I'll go back tomorrow."

Yan Hang looked at the first day of the junior high school where he was stuffing his underwear into his small bag. After checking the time, he could almost set off to the airport.

But he still asked again with some concern: "Do you really want me to go back with you?"

"No," said Chuyi, "I'll stay for a while, tonight."

"If you have any questions, just call me." Yan Hang said.

"It's okay," said Chuyi, "if you miss you, you'll call."

"Okay." Yan Hang smiled.

Chu Yi put on his bag and sighed: "I will be happy when I go back like this, I will not be able to go back at all."

"Nonsense, so I said whether I want to enslave you." Yan Hang said.

"You sleep well, sleep," said Chuyi, "I saw you take sleeping pills again."

"Peeing at me." Yan Hang twitched.

"It's the medicine to peek at you," Chu Yi turned around and hugged him, turned his shoulder to the pillow on his face, "Yan Hang."

"Hmm?" Yan Hang patted his butt, "Q bounce."

"I want to ask, what do I ask?" said Chuyi.

"You ask whatever you want, and don't ask if you don't want to ask," said Yan Hang. "It wasn't necessary for you to ask anything."

"I don't ask me what I'm going back," Chu Yi frowned, "I just want to ask, and I've gone back."

"," Yan Hang rubbed his back, "Then just ask him how he told the police."

"Yeah," Chu nodded, "I'll drink with him, drink."

"Silly Dog." Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him in the face.

I grew up so old on the first day of the New Year and hadn’t drunken wine with my dad. My dad always drives and doesn’t drink much, so I just drink a few drinks during the holidays, and I don’t dare to drink too much because my mom will scold me.

So he never drank a few cups with his father from time to time like other people's sons.

Maybe the relationship is not in place either.

After all, it is not very clear that he has never known what grade his son is in.

But it doesn’t matter. Chuyi felt that he had probably never expected any expectations for his family’s relationship.

After the plane landed, he sent a message to Yan Hang.

I originally wanted to make a phone call, but now it's lunch time, so Yan Hang shouldn't have free time to answer the phone.

And he didn't want to seek comfort like a child.

Although he was indeed a little nervous, he wanted Yan Hang's comfort.

But this time he just wanted to do this matter by himself, just like Yan Hang could handle many things by himself.

A big dog should look like a big dog.

After he got on the shuttle bus to his grandfather's house, he called his grandfather.

Grandma answered the phone. As soon as he fed it, grandma cried over there: "Your dad is back, first day of the junior high school, your dad is back."

"Well, I know," Chu Yi said softly, "I'm in the car now, and I'll arrive in a while."

"Have you eaten?" Grandma asked crying.

"I've eaten," said Chuyi, "and the food is on the plane."

"How many days are you back?" Grandma asked again crying.

"I'll have to go back tomorrow," said the first year of junior high school. "I'll still take classes."
To be continued...