Chapter 50

"What's the matter?" Yan hang stood in front of his cupboard. He just opened the door of the cupboard and wanted to take out his clothes. Hearing the sentence of the first day of junior high school, he stopped, "what's the matter?"

"No, it's not," Chuichi hesitated. "Nothing happened

"What are you afraid of?" Yan hang leaned against the cupboard and asked softly.

"I don't know." The voice of junior one is a little dull.

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

The sentence "I'm afraid" of junior one made Yan hang feel sad. He didn't know whether he thought of himself or the previous junior one.

There are many things a person is afraid of. Sometimes he is afraid of a certain person, a certain thing, a certain feeling, but sometimes he has no reason to be aware of the reason. He is simply afraid.

"By the river." There is still a slight tremor in the voice of the first day of junior high school.

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

"Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.

"I talked in the tree cave," Yan hang said with a smile. "You listen to it and see if you can hear it?"

"You say, say, what?" I was a little surprised.

"How can I tell you what I told you to Shudong," Yan hang said, "you go to listen."

On the first day of junior high school, he went to the tree cave. After a while, he said again, "do you call me Tu, Tu Gou?"

Yan hang laughed: "do you hear me?"

"I guess so." Junior one also smiles.

"I really barked a local dog." Yan hang said.

"What, when did it happen?" There is no vibrato in the voice of the first day of junior high school. It sounds better.

"Before I left," said Yan hang, "I went there to say goodbye to you."

"Really?" On the first day of the new year, the voice rose.

"Well." Yan hang answered.

The first day of junior high school there didn't speak for a long time. At last, he sighed: "your intelligence and intelligence are not so good, not so high."

Yan hang laughed for a long time.

In fact, what he said in the tree hole that day, he could not repeat it completely, but he still remembered the feeling at that time.

Now I think about it, I think it's a little incredible.

They even have a day of eating, chatting and even sitting on the balcony to watch the moon.

So earth, so careful, so no confidence of the first day, but can bring such incredible, itself is quite incredible.

After chatting with Yan hang for a while, junior one felt a little calmer.

Hang up the phone, he sat by the river until more than ten o'clock, the night wind is very cold, he did not wear enough clothes, it is a bit too cold to stand, then got up and walked back slowly.

His fear of Yan hang was still in his heart, but after hearing Yan Hang's voice, he was relieved and relaxed.

Before he saw Yan hang, he did not dare to ponder over what had happened.

Maybe only when he saw Yan hang and met him face to face can he understand.

At present, as long as he comes back home, let alone ponder over this feeling, he will feel irritable even when he thinks about the starting point of sleep.

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

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

He took a towel and toothbrush from his bag to wash. He found that the faucet of the toilet sink was broken and the water had to be turned on directly.

He sighed. There's a spare tap at home. My grandfather bought it when he was wandering in the second-hand market. When it's broken, my father and grandfather usually repair it.

Now it seems that my grandfather's energy to change the tap is gone.

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

Holding the edge of the pool and looking at the water flowing out, he was a little flustered.

The family used to be like this, full of anger, discontent, suspicion and mutual hurt, but never like now, let him feel dilapidated.

It's going to collapse at any time.

After washing and returning to the living room, my grandfather has gone to bed.

When he came into the room to sleep, he found that his little bed had been torn down, and there were two cartons stacked on the bed, which probably contained some of his sundries.

He Leng Leng, back to the living room, opened his small desk drawer.

There was nothing in the drawer. He took away everything he could use at any time. There were some notebooks and gadgets, broken pens, half a bottle of ink, small glass balls

They're all worthless and useless things.

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

The drawer is full, grandma's comb, cigarette box, Grandpa's tea, and even a few bags of Chinese prickly ash.This small desk and that bed are probably the places he remembers most at home, especially the small desk. When the desk lamp is turned on, the small side illuminated by the light is his only independent space.

He was stunned for a while in front of the desk. He went to the sofa and lay down. He took the little quilt next to grandma to cover her legs and closed his eyes.

-Today, I went to see my grandparents. I stayed at my grandparents' house in the evening. I wanted to go to the boxing house first. Coach he, they went home on holiday. I went to the airport tomorrow morning and sent a message in the early morning of the first day of junior high school.

Yan hang just got off the bus, walking to the hotel, while giving him a message back.

-Forget to ask you to take another box of moon cakes back

- I bought moon cakes, and fruits

- then you should accompany your grandparents today, and I'll pick you up at the airport tomorrow

- how can you have time? I know how to get there myself

Yan hang smiles. When he enters the hotel gate, he habitually looks aside while typing. He doesn't know whether it's an illusion or an illusion Illusion or something, he felt that someone was looking at him from the other side of the garden.

He stopped and looked over.

There is a sidewalk on the other side of the flower garden. There are many people coming and going. In the three or five seconds, there are seven or eight people walking by.

Theoretically, he should not be able to see him clearly, no matter whether there are people there looking at him or not.

-If you have time, don't worry about it

he gave the news to Chuyi and walked into the hotel.

Every day's work is almost the same. After changing the new scheduling method, everyone has gradually adapted to it. As long as no one makes mistakes and no guests are in trouble, his whole day's work is repetition.

But today's work is slightly different. It's Mid Autumn Festival. Although it's a western restaurant, it's also Mid Autumn Festival. All the tables in the evening are reserved.

Today, he has to keep an eye on people and check again the festival related to the layout and preparation of the store.

"Just now, manager Tang came here. Let's find some people to sing the English version for our guests at dinner. I hope it will last a long time." Zhang Chen stood at the bar with a broken face.

"What?" Yan Hang is stunned, "sing what?"

"When will the moon come, ask Qingtian about the wine..." Zhang Chen sang a line, and then added, "English version, that is to let Xiao Yan translate it."

"I turn..." Yan hang was helpless, "a ghost."

He went directly to manager Tang. Let's not say anything else. Everyone was as busy as a dog at dinner. Where can I arrange people, or "a few people" to sing, and I have to learn English now?

Moreover, the lyrics translation is different from the usual translation, which requires the same number of words and rhyme. Otherwise, it's better to have a fly me to the moon.

"Manager Tang," Yan hang knocked on the door and entered the office, "just about the singing..."

"What do you think? Although it's a western restaurant, it's also our traditional festival. It's more atmosphere and meaningful. " Manager Tang said with a smile.

As soon as Yan hang looks at his expression, he knows that it is unlikely to cancel the singing session. Manager Tang is obviously very satisfied with his idea. He may also feel that he can win the best creative award of the catering department.

"I think it's more appropriate to sing Chinese?" Yan hang had no choice but to step back temporarily.

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

"This is our traditional festival. Would it be interesting for foreign guests to experience the original festival atmosphere?" Yan hang said, "eat Chinese moon cakes and listen to Chinese songs? It's not easy to understand the charm of Chinese poetry when the lyrics are translated into English.... "

"Well," said manager Tang, lost in thought, "it makes sense."

"Then..." Yan hang looks at him.

"That's right," manager Tang pointed to him. "Just sing Chinese as you say."

"Good." Yan hang nodded.

"No - right -" Zhang Chen and the other two waitresses stretched their voices and looked sad.

"I've already fought for it, and it's already my deepest feelings for you without letting you learn English now," said Yan hang. "Just a few minutes, ladies. This month, I'll give each of you a chance to leave work two hours in advance, and I'll arrange the day by myself."

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

"Yes." Yan hang nodded.

The three girls gritted their teeth and agreed.

"In fact, it's still to give you face," Zhang Chen said. "Otherwise, even if Tang himself said that he would give us a day off, we may not agree to such an embarrassing thing."

"Yes." The other two girls agreed.

"Thank you." Yan hang held his fist.

-Do you still have traffic?

when Yan hang sent the news, the first day of junior high school was sitting with his grandparents in the middle of a crowd of flowers on the roof to eat. The wind was cool, but his grandfather put a small stove beside him to heat the dishes, which was quite comfortable.-Yes, I don't need to

- video, five minutes

-????

Yan hang did not answer, directly sent a video over, the first day of junior high school.

In the picture is Yan Hang's restaurant. The camera is shaking. I can hear that there are many guests there.

"What is this?" Asked grandfather.

"My friend and I, I see, video," the first day of junior high school turned the mobile phone screen to my grandfather to see, "my friend is in, a special cow, five-star hotel, restaurant leader, foreman."

"Look," my grandfather pulled my grandmother's sleeve, "my friend of grade one, I made a five-star foreman friend of grade one."

"Yo," grandma heard, and immediately came over, "where?"

The moment Yan Hang's face appeared on the screen, his nose suddenly became sour. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It was as if he hadn't seen Yan hang for another year. He couldn't think about it.

"This is Grandparents? " Yan hang probably didn't expect that there would be other people in the camera. He was stunned.

"My grandfather and grandmother," Chuyi said with a smile, pointing to the screen, "Yan hang, my friend and friend."

"Hello, hello." Grandparents wave to the screen together.

"Hello, grandparents, Happy Mid Autumn Festival," Yan hang said with a smile, "just in time, let's listen to the songs together, our restaurant The show. "

There came the voices of several girls singing, and Yan Hang's camera turned.

At first glance, I wanted to laugh. Several little sisters stood in the middle of the restaurant, hand in hand, singing together: "when will the moon be Ask Qingtian about the wine... "

I've heard this song at the beginning, but I can't sing it. He can only sing happy birthday and count ducks.

They all sing like chanting scriptures.

"Is this a show?" Grandma asked quietly.

"Well." Chuyi nodded with a smile.

"It's a place to eat Western food," my grandfather said to her. "You can see that many foreigners also spend the Mid Autumn Festival together."

After the little sister finished singing, the guests clapped, and the grandparents clapped.

"It's interesting." Grandma said with a smile.

Yan Hang's face reappeared in the camera and asked with a smile, "how's it going?"

"Very good," the first day of junior high school leaned back into the chair and nodded with a smile, "nice."

"Happy Mid Autumn Festival." Yan hang said.

"Happy Mid Autumn Festival," said the first day of junior high school. His nose was sour again, so he had to turn around and hide away. "The moon is round."

"Tomorrow is the roundest day," said Yan hang. "Go to the seaside at night."

"Well." Chu nodded and stared at Yan Hang's face.

"I have to hang up," said Yan hang. "I'm busy at the moment. I just want you to have a good time."

"Good." Chuichi laughs.

"Stay with your grandparents," said Yan hang. "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.

After the video hung up, he still held his mobile phone for a long time. When the screen turned black, he put it back in his pocket.

He knew for the first time that he had been separated for such a day. He thought that it would be impossible for a person to look at him face to face.

He stares at his job in front of him.

In this intense yearning, more and more panic and fear began to appear together.

When he reached out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, he found his hand shaking.

"Do I have to buy something to eat and drink in advance?" Cui Yi hands the car key to Yan hang.

"I bought all of them," Yan hang said with the key. "I went to have dinner in the evening, took my things and went straight there."

"OK," Cui Yi nodded, "then I don't care about anything."

"Just wait to eat." Yan hang smiles.

"Drive slowly." Cui Yi pointed at him.

"I see." Yan hang said.

The plane of the first day of junior high school arrived in the afternoon. After lunch today, he asked for two hours' leave and directly drove Cui Yi's car to pick up the first day of junior high school, which was more convenient.

In fact, it's OK to take a taxi. It's faster than picking up the car. But he just wants to make junior one surprised and happy. The mood of junior one is not right these two days. It's enough to lose money when he comes back home.

It's amazing that the plane wasn't late.

"Here I am," the first day of junior high school called, "here I am."

"I'm pestling at the exit," said Yan hang. "You can see me as soon as you come out."

"What to wear, what to wear?" First day of junior high school.

"Gray coat, inside is our uniform shirt, and uniform pants," Yan hang laughed, "I don't have time to change clothes."

"Well," the voice of the first day of junior high school trembled, "I run, run out."

"Don't run, just go," said Yan hang. "After a while, the security guard thinks you're going to do damage."

"Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.Change from trot to trot. After a few steps, I decided to run on the first day of junior high school. Let's wait until the security guards catch him.

As he ran along the wall, he was excited when he saw the crowd standing outside the hall. As he ran, he turned a little clockwise.

As he looked out, he slowed down and adjusted his pace.

Yan Hang is very conspicuous. Not to mention that he asked him what clothes he was wearing in advance, he didn't know Yan hang was outside, and now he can see him at a glance.

That's the most handsome little brother in the first row.

From time to time, someone next to him waved to the outside. Although he was a little embarrassed, he raised his hand and waved to Yan hang.

Yan hang didn't see him.

He jumped twice more.

Yan Hang's eyes fell on him and waved to him with a smile.

When he ran out, Yan hang had already stood in the middle of the exit.

He opened his arms as he ran.

A few days ago, he thought it was silly for him to run face to face like this. Now it doesn't matter at all. It doesn't feel like he's banging on his butt. That's to say, there's no runway here, otherwise he can fly directly.

Yan hang also opened his arms with a smile.

He dashed two steps and hugged Yan hang.

"Ah," Yan hang was hit by him and retreated several steps before he stopped, "I don't know. I think we haven't seen each other for ten years."

"A hundred years." The first day of junior high school held Yan hang tightly.

arm can feel the body of Yan hang, his face on his neck can feel the temperature, his ear can hear the real voice, and he can smell the perfume of Yan Hang's body.

Until now, this second, his yearning for Yan hang finally came to the ground.

His mood seemed to be scalded by the warm air around him. He didn't even feel his nose sour, and his tears had already poured out.

Yan hang Leng Leng just whispered in his ear: "aren't you brother dog? Crying again? "

"Whatever, cry." Junior one put his eyes on Yan Hang's shoulder.

"I really want those who say you are cool to see," Yan hang said with a smile. "You can cry all the time. What's cool?"

At the beginning of the new year, he hugged Yan hang.

Until Yan hang dragged him to a place where there was no one, he raised his head.

"It's over?" Yan hang looks at him.

"Well." Junior one released Yan hang and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

Yan hang took a tissue to him. He grabbed it and wiped it on his face. Maybe his emotion was too intense. Now he began to feel embarrassed.

In the time he had known Yan hang, he saw Yan hang cry once, but he couldn't count the number of times he cried for a word of discord.

"Why don't you go to the restaurant with me," Yan hang patted him on the face. "It's dinner time soon. You'll wait for me in the lounge and go to the moon when you're done?"

"Will it affect you to go to work?" First day of junior high school.

"It's not every day. It's OK," said Yan hang. "I'll see you like this. I'll let you go back and wait. I'm afraid you'll cry again."

"Not at all." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.

When I went out with Yan hang, I found that he didn't go to the taxi, and went directly to the parking lot.

"How, how shall we go?" He asked.

"Guess what?" Yan hang said.

"It's OK to run back." He nodded.

Yan hang put a smile on his shoulder and said, "little dog, today I'll be your driver."

"Ah?" At the beginning, I was stunned and didn't respond.

"I drove here." Yan hang took out the key from his pocket and threw it in his hand.

"You can drive, can you?" The first day of junior high school was very surprised. He never knew that Yan hang could drive or even thought about whether he could.

"I can drive when I was ten," Yan said. "My father didn't know where to borrow a car and taught me for half a month."

"Ah Junior one was even more surprised.

"Ah, what?" Yan hang looks at him.

"When you are ten or fourteen years old, you wait for one meter, four," said the first day of junior high school. "When you are ten, you wait for one meter, right? Can you reach it, steering wheel? "

"Go away." Yan hang gave him a very simple answer.

"Really ten?" First day of junior high school.

"When I was 14 years old, I was more than 1.4 meters," Yan hang sighed. "I didn't push backwards like you. When you were 10 years old, you were one meter tall?"

"Maybe." I think about it.

Yan hang hugged him and laughed.

The first day of junior high school is also laughing.

Very happy.

This kind of happiness is real happiness. If you don't want to think about anything and can't remember anything, you feel happy because Yan Hang is beside you.

"The car is Cui Yi's," Yan hang pressed the remote control, and a black SUV in front of him flashed, "old man, if I buy a car in the future, I won't want black.""The red one looks good." Junior one said.

Yan hang took a look at him: "I thought you were going to say that pink is good-looking."

"Good looking, too." Chuyi nodded with a smile.

"Get in the car," Yan hang went over and opened the co pilot's door, "brother dog."

On the first day of junior high school, he got on the car excitedly, and then watched Yan hang go around the front of the car, open the door and sit in the driver's seat.

"Seat belts." Yan hang closes the door.

"Oh." I pulled the seat belt on the first day of junior high school, but I didn't find the socket for a long time.

"I'll do it." Yan hang leaned over and pulled out the socket from under the cushion.

Junior one stares at Yan Hang's hand, looks at his slender finger pulling the buckle of the safety belt, and then inserts and presses it. It's a very casual movement, but it's so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

When Yan hang took back his hand to start the car, he grabbed Yan Hang's hand.

"Well?" Yan hang was stunned.

He was stunned, too.

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