Chuyi saw him not saying anything.

"...why are you doing there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Buy a pen, notebook." The first day of junior high school answered.

"Pen and notebook?" Yan Hang was stunned, speechless. After a while, he waved his hand, "Let's go with you."

"Notes, book." Chu Yi said again.

"Ah!" Yan Hang raised his head and shouted, and sighed, "I understand, it's a notebook, no pen."

"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded.

Every time he arrives in a new place, Yan Hang will be very bored for a few days and don’t know what to do to pass the time.

However, he would care about the affairs of the first grade of junior high school, come here specifically to wait for the first grade of junior high school to finish school, and endure the occasional irritability of the first grade of junior high school, not entirely because of boredom.

My dad has always hoped that he could "contact" more people. He could contact many people every time by working. In fact, he knew why my dad said that.

He has no friends.

But after deducting the internal reasons, he seemed to have no conditions to make friends, and my father also knew this, so he just mentioned it every time and stopped talking about it.

Junior High School is the most interesting among the few people he has come into contact with in the past two years, except for his colleagues, colleagues and landlords.

Chuyi took him to the entrance of a small stationery store, stopped to look at him, "It's just here."

"Yeah," Yan Hang nodded, "I'll wait for you outside, and you'll treat me to a meal later."

"I don't have money," said Chuyi.

"You can eat a bowl of noodles for ten yuan." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Chu Yi responded and turned around and entered the store.

Yan Hang looked into the store and saw a stool next to the cash register. He went over and took out the stool, sat at the door to see the scenery.

The boss poked his head out of the store and looked at him. He glanced at the boss: "Hmm?"

The boss didn't say anything and went back to the store.

Stationery stores should be considered hell for people with difficulty in choosing. I don’t know if this disease occurs in the first day of the New Year, but I should have to choose for a while.

Yan Hang took out his cell phone and wanted to see the news. As soon as the screen was lit, a figure stood beside him.

He looked up and found it was the first day of the Chinese New Year, holding a laptop he had bought in his hand.

"So quickly?" Yan Hang was stunned, "You are not without choice difficulties, are you just blind? You can find any book you find when you go in."

"Or why," Chuyi looked at him, "Sit down for a while."

"...Is it because you are always bullied?" Yan Hang stood up, put the stool back into the store, said thank you to the boss, and then came out to tilt his head at Chuyi, "Let's go, go eat."

Chu Yi didn't make a sound, and continued to follow him.

Yan Hang said that he would treat him to the first day of the junior high school, which was just a joke. He planned to find a place to have a meal. If he wanted to eat on the first day of the junior high school, he would eat together.

I walked back silently all the way, and when I arrived at the door of the beef noodles in the house, Chuyi suddenly stopped.

"Eat noodles?" Yan Hang asked.

Chu Yi took out his pocket, took out a piece of ten dollars that had been folded twice and handed over: "Give it."

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang was shocked.

"You eat noodles." said Chuyi.

"You're looking?" Yan Hang asked.

"Go home." Chu Yi said calmly.

Yan Hang looked at him for a while before asking: "Are you an earthling?"

"Fire, Mars," Chu Yi smiled, "It's a big...about."

Yan Hang was not angry anymore. He took the money from him and looked at the price tag at the door of the store: "Ten yuan is not enough."

"Such, ten, ten yuan." Chuyi said without even looking at it.

"...I can't survive without eating meat." Yan Hang said.

Chuyi thought about it and waved to him: "Come."

Yan Hang followed him and continued to move forward, walked out of the small street and turned into an alley, and couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

After the first day of junior high school, he walked forward a while and raised his hand to a small shop next to him: "Look."

Yan Hang turned his head.

It is also a beef noodle shop. It is a bit worn and much smaller than the previous one. The cashier table is placed at the door, and it says that beef noodle is 10 yuan.

"...Fuck me." Yan Hang was completely speechless.

"Is it true, I'm surprised?" Chu Yi said, "Is it shocked..."

"Shut up." Yan Hang said.

When the first year of junior high school was about to go to buy beef noodles, Yan Hang reached out and grabbed his arm: "First year of junior high school."

"Hmm?" Chu Yi turned around and looked at him.

"I'm kidding," said Yan Hang, "it's up, play, laugh."

"Ah?" Chu Yi's calm expression changed, and his tone was filled with sudden realization, "Oh..."

"You go back." Yan Hang leaned back to a tree, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took one and grabbed it.

When I looked up, I found that Chu Yi was still looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang said, "I'm shocked."

"Thank you." said Chuyi.

"What are you grateful for? I have thanked you twice." Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"No, no need to go again," Junior High School said softly, "school."

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"There is one, one and a half years left," said Chuyi, "Do you go every day?"

Yan Hang suddenly didn't know what to say.

Chu Yi smiled and turned around and left.

Yan Hang leaned under the tree and smoked the cigarette before patting his clothes, and slowly strolled back.

The first day of junior high school made him feel a little uncomfortable.

When I got home, my dad was making dumplings.

"Come on, how did you make the goldfish dumplings you made last time?" said my dad.

Yan Hang went to wash his hands, sat next to the coffee table, took a dumpling skin, wrapped a goldfish dumpling, and put it in front of his father.

"Why? Didn't you go out and be a messenger of justice?" Dad looked at him, "Failed?"

"Ah," Yan Hang responded and smiled, "Yes."

My father didn't say anything, so he took a dumpling skin and slowly wrapped the goldfish.

"Old Yan," Yan Hang leaned against the chair and looked at him, touched the ten dollars he had given to Chu Yi in his pocket, "Have you ever seen someone who can accept his life with great confidence and not be affected at all?"

"You." said my dad.

"I'm not calm," Yan Hang tsk, "I just don't look like it's all."

"How do you know that others are not?" Dad smiled, "Who really has no idea in his heart."

Yan Hang didn't say anything.

"Did you go looking for a job in the morning?" my dad asked.

"Yes, take Yan Jidao's ID card." Yan Hang said.

"How is it?" my dad asked with a smile.

"Go to work tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "It's very close, just a coffee shop next to 846."

"What did you say so smoothly?" asked my dad.

"Just say that. I asked if I would recruit people. People said what you can do. I said I can make everything you eat here." Yan Hang said.

"Very good, what you want is this shameless bragging momentum," Dad nodded, "and what?"

"I asked me to make cheese pancakes, and I did it," said Yan Hang, "and the boss asked me if I wanted to go to the kitchen?"

"You said no, I just want to be a waiter." said my dad.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

After a brief silence, he and his father were happy and laughed for a long time.

"You are becoming more and more capable of showing off." Dad said while laughing.
To be continued...