"This is the room I live in now, and it is estimated that it will not exceed eight square meters." Yan Hang sat in a swivel chair, holding his cell phone, lit the toes on the ground, and turned around the chair in place.

-Better than the original one, it's just a little messy, I haven't cleaned up after so many days

Someone said on the screen.

"Hidden is not awake yet," Yan Hang yawned, "I am too lazy to move."

-Do you still see that child today?

Someone asked again.

"That kid... I don't know," Yan Hang turned his head and looked into the living room, "Go to the window and wait."

-I hope I won't be bullied again today, I feel sad

Yan Hang didn't say anything, stood up and slowly walked to the living room window and stood.

This is the number of times he moved with his father in 17 years, and the number of houses he moved into was unknown.

This time it is the first floor, facing a small street, which is quite clean, better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least without any strange smell.

Except for the school time, it's a bit noisy.

The residential area is very large, and there are many children of all sizes passing through this road when going to and from school.

Yan Hang opened the window and sat on the windowsill.

The sky was a little cold, and the wind that came in was cool, and it took a breath like a mint candy.

He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected to the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It is very comfortable to lean on your head to bask in the sun in the afternoon.

The child you want to see hasn't passed by yet.

But it should be almost the same. He passes by later than other students every day. I don’t know if it is to get home with his classmates or if he is stopped by someone at school and can’t get out.

Yan Hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and looked outside, without looking at the screen or making a sound.

After only two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.

Yan Hang picked up his phone and looked at it there: "Come on, let's see what kind of performances these dead branches and leaves of the motherland will perform today."

Behind these students who threw their schoolbags, they were a little shorter, and they had several pictures on the screen - it seems that they are safe today?

"It's not safe," said Yan Hang, "that schoolbag belongs to him."

The schoolbag is quite old and changes in shape when thrown around, square, long, and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, a book or pen will fall out.

However, today's dead branches and leaves are more gentle than usual, so I didn't do anything.

The protagonist of this live broadcast followed silently, bent down from time to time to pick up the fallen things.

He didn't look at the people who threw his schoolbag and his own schoolbags, as if those people and things did not exist at all. He just walked slowly with everything in his hands. When the people stopped, he stood by silently.

There was not much in the schoolbag, and it was empty after throwing it for less than two minutes. The students threw the schoolbags. One of them slapped the things in his hand, swept everything to the ground, and then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and continued to walk forward.

When the child was squatting down to pick up things, Yan Hang jumped off the windowsill and returned to the house.

-Don't you take pictures?

Someone asked on the screen.

"No," Yan Hang said, "die."

After saying that, he didn't look at the screen anymore, and directly exited, threw his phone aside, and leaned onto the chair.

Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior high school of 82 Middle School next to them. Yan Hang wanted to take a walk for a while when he went out to eat at noon. Because he got lost, he walked three times in front of the gate of 82 Middle School and was very impressed.

The school is very strict, because when he walked past the school gate for the third time, the school policeman came out and stared at him, watching that it could be more than 100 meters. Yan Hang wanted to give him a blowing kiss.

From the day of moving in, for four consecutive days, every day, whether it is noon or afternoon, you can almost see the child who was thrown into his schoolbag being bullied in various ways. The people who bullied him and the forms of being bullied are different every time.

Yan Hang poured a glass of water. He felt a little sleepy for almost half a month before and after the move. Perhaps it was because he was too disappointed.

He took a look at the time, stuffed his headphones into his bed and lie on the bed and closed his eyes.

do    you   love    me?

do    you   need    me?

do    you   want    me?

do    you   love    me?

He hummed quietly with the music in his headphones, and he added one after each lyric.

“no.”

While half asleep and half awake, Yan Hang heard the door ringing, and then the voice of his father who had disappeared for a day and a half: "I'm back."

Yan Hang didn't say anything and was very sleepy.

"Baby?" My father called out while putting things on, "Dear Prince?"

Yan Hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to struggle to wake up, his father walked into his room and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan Hang!"

Before he could open his eyes, he felt his arm being grabbed by his father and suddenly pulled it up: "Yan Hang, what's wrong with you!"

"Fuck," Yan Hang frowned and opened his eyes. His arms were numb and his neck was clattered, "I really committed suicide. Now I will let you kill me in one breath."

"Why are you lying in bed at this time?" asked my dad.

"I'm sleepy," Yan Hang looked at him, "You are in a good mood today, Your Majesty."

"I got some money," my dad smiled, turned around and walked out, "Get up, let's go to the restaurant... By the way, I've found a set of college English for you. People say it's an English major and some intensive reading... I can't understand it, can you see if it's OK?"

"Anything is OK." Yan Hang took off his earplugs and got out of bed.

"My son is so awesome, I haven't even studied," said my dad in the living room. "I can just read college English."

"I have an elementary school diploma." Yan Hang leaned against the door.

"Yes," Dad nodded, "I have always kept it, our heirloom."

"...Go to have a meal." Yan Hang sighed.

I just moved here for a few days and didn’t know where there was a good restaurant. Yan Hang originally wanted to check it out with his mobile phone, but his dad wanted to see his luck.

"I just followed this road and turned left and saw the second restaurant, how about it?" said my dad.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

Since childhood, my dad likes this, and he has created all kinds of unknowns with him, which is a game he has played for more than ten years.

The ending is sometimes a surprise, sometimes a shock.

Sometimes it hurts...

For example today.

When they rented this house, the agency blew loudly, as if they were going to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they had years of experience in renting a house, and basically they could tell the situation of the house by asking about the price.

It's indeed an old community.

But unexpectedly, the agent did not hype too much, because following the road pointed by my dad, it was a bustling street full of modern atmosphere.

So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese restaurant.

"What should I do?" Dad turned to look at him.

"You can finish the restaurant you choose, cover your heart and stutter." Yan Hang said.

"Let's go." Dad waved his hand and walked into the store.

I was quite chic when I walked in. In fact, there were many situations like today. My dad was very chic every time, but it wasn't necessarily the case when I came out.

"Crown Prince," Dad stood by the roadside and touched his stomach, "Do you think we had eaten or not?"

"Eat it." Yan Hang answered truthfully.

"Do you still remember how much it was when checking out?" my dad asked again.

"940 yuan, I got a card and saved 10,000 yuan, and I got a 10,000 yuan off," said Yan Hang, "I spent a total of 846 yuan."

"It seems that it's not my illusion," my dad took out the card from his shirt bag and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. Go and eat when you want to eat."

"It's a big deal." Yan Hang glanced at him and stuffed the card into his pocket.

"Go back?" asked my dad.

"Please eat noodles," said Yan Hang.

"Huh?" Dad looked at him, "We just ate Little One Thousand Japanese cuisine. If you don't think you'll go out and eat noodles, is it an insult to that 846?"

"Do you eat?" Yan Hang asked.

"Walk, walk," my dad pushed him back to the small street, "When I came here, I saw a beef noodle..."

This beef noodles are pretty good, with a large bowl and a lot of noodles. The key is that the large slices of beef are covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.

"This bowl is only 15 yuan," said my dad.

"Yeah," Yan Hang nodded while eating, "Eat first, and I'll give you that thousand dollars to watch silently after I finish eating."

"Okay." My dad lowered his head and started eating.
To be continued...