I usually go dazed and grind stones to play.

Today was different. Yan Hang said he liked the little black stone and wanted to tie it to his ankle, and he felt pressured.

In fact, he just grinds the stones when he is fine. His father also gave him a set of gadgets, but he asked his grandma to sell them. Fortunately, he took out a small file and a small drill inside to play with, but he was not sold.

Now he usually fixes the details with a small file after grinding on the ground.

He has grind many stones, black, white, red, yellow, and floral, round, polygonal, and flower-shaped heart-shaped. In fact, the black one today is not the best one, he grinds it casually without any effort.

If he had known that Yan Hang liked it, he would have made a more complicated shape.

Yan Hang said that after he liked it, it was two days later, and today he had to make the small stones.

He never went to the Yan Hang's road to school, and he never met Yan Hang, but Yan Hang had never contacted him.

Junior High School was a little anxious. He didn't know how to maintain a relationship like "friends", after all, he had no experience.

He could only make the stones quickly and then go to Yan Hang.

He took out a small file from his pocket, repaired the corners of the stone, and then took a piece of fine sandpaper to start polishing.

Although the shape is simple and not good-looking enough, the texture of this stone is very good, very hard and purely black. After polishing, it will be very beautiful if it is cleaned.

By the way, I have to get a hole...

My phone was shaken in my pocket. I took out my phone in the first year of junior high school and felt a little surprised. How could anyone send a message during class?

No one sent him a message when he was not in class.

The phone was dull for a while before opening the message to him.

It's Yan Hang.

-Do you lead the way at the Evening Music Festival?

Chu Yi smiled. He thought the music festival he was talking about that day was just a casual mention, but he didn't expect that Yan Hang was really going to go.

-Yes, are you going?

-If I don't go, who will you take?

- Then I'll go find you after dinner?

-Tell me, come and have a meal, my dad will go too, just leave together after eating

-good

I suddenly felt a little excited in the first year of junior high school, just like when I went out for a spring outing in elementary school, and a child took the initiative to say that he was excited when he was in the same group as him.

Although the child never paid attention to him after eating all his fried rice.

My dad is at home today, and he just needs to go back and say it to my dad.

Then you can go out to play with Yan Hang and Uncle Yan!

Go out to play!

He couldn't even find a companion for a walk, so he could join in the music festival with others.

His hands were shaking a little while he was polishing the stones.

"Little Devil'er doesn't walk this road after school in the afternoon?" Dad stood at the window and looked out.

"I'm afraid of meeting the washing, scissoring and blowing gangster who just returned from the building next to them recently." Yan Hang cut diced beef in the kitchen and wanted to chop shrimp paste later.

"Oh," my dad sighed, lit a cigarette and continued to look outside, "so I kept saying, there are a few people who are coming and going."

"Old Yan! The water is boiling," Yan Hang shouted, "Let's blanch the chicken wings first."

"Okay." My father took the cigarette in his mouth, and just came in and went out. He put the cigarette down before pouring the chicken wings into the pot.

"The preparations are almost done, right?" asked my dad.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "He will start cooking when he comes, and you can eat it in twenty minutes."

My dad stood beside him, and after blanching the chicken wings, he took them out and put them in a big bowl: "Can you chat with the first day of the junior high school?"

"Didn't you talk to him?" Yan Hang said.

"I think he's just a little brat," the father leaned against the desk, "You guys are about the same age... are they almost the same?"

"He is about fourteen or fifteen years old," said Yan Hang.

"I see that he is standing with you like a primary school student." Dad smiled.

"I don't know who told the primary school student that day that I was about 1.4 meters away." Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Retain revenge," my father tsk, thought for a while and asked in a low voice, "Can you chat?"

"It's okay, it won't be a mess anyway, he's quite funny," Yan Hang started chopping shrimp paste. "I haven't had much contact with others like this, and I haven't compared it."

My dad didn't say anything. After a while, he took the pepper and looked at it: "I'll help you grind the powder?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

The preparations were all done, and they were neatly coded on the desk. Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and took a photo and posted it on Weibo.

When I returned to the living room and sat down, my dad was watching the news again.

Yan Hang looked at the phone while listening to the news, not knowing what kind of information his father could get from what kind of news and details.

Until the news was broadcast and the weather forecast began, Yan Hang didn't hear anything.

"Why haven't you come to the first year of junior high school? Didn't you come home after school and say it to me?" My dad looked at the time, "It's been more than an hour since school."

"Yes," Yan Hang was stunned for a moment, keeping his ears prickly listening to the news, not paying attention to the time, "I'll ask him."

He sent a message to the first day of junior high school, but almost ten minutes later, he did not reply.

Yan Hang remembered that he didn't go home for lunch on the first day of the New Year. He looked a little anxious when he ran back. He suddenly felt a little worried if he was being cleaned up by his grandmother because he was not eating at home today.

When Yan Hang thought of the white-faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows, he couldn't help but frown.

He dialed the number for the first grade of junior high school directly.

"What?" Dad looked at him.

"The message won't be answered," Yan Hang listened to the dial tone on his phone and waited until he automatically hung up, "I don't answer the phone..."

"Isn't it that I met a gangster in Guilou when I came here?" said my dad.

"...It can't be such a coincidence, right?" Yan Hang was stunned, "He hasn't taken this path these days."

"It's impossible not to walk on the road to eat here." My dad looked at him.

Yan Hang didn't say anything, looked at his father, and the two stood up at the same time.

"I'll go," said Yan Hang.

"I want to join in the fun," said my dad.

"Yan Hang," Liang Bing held his cell phone and looked at the screen, "Who is this person? Why haven't I heard of such a person?"

He stood in the corner of the wall at the first day of the year, and the pain from the ear to the neck was so hot that he couldn't stand it.

"Oh," the person next to him leaned over and looked at him, "Can you still know this word Nianyan?"

"Yan Zi sent Chu! I haven't learned it!" Liang Bing said, "You are illiterate!"

There is also Yan Jidao.

It is estimated that Liang Bing didn’t know who Yan Jidao was. Yan Shu was a little famous, so he might be able to know Yan Shu...

"Hey!" Liang Bing shouted, "What the hell are you pretending to be dead? Talking to you!"

The homophone that this sentence sounded, a stone hit Chuyi's head.

The stone is not big, much smaller than a brick. Liang Bing didn't use any effort when he smashed it, but his head still hurt.

"Damn it's not a word to play with this guy," said a man leaning against the wall. "There's a sound to throw the sandbag, and he doesn't even hum... Are you a fucking mute?"

Wrong.

I'm stuttering the fuck.

You're stupid.

"Let me hear if there is any noise." Liang Bing threw his cell phone to the ground and walked over.

I felt very distressed in the first year of junior high school. When my phone was dropped like this, it would be a bit difficult to communicate with you if you want to communicate with me again.

"Come on!" Liang Bing came over and kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Chu Yi quickly turned sideways, lowered his arms to block it, and Liang Bing kicked him in the arm.

"Fuck!" Liang Bing cursed and punched him in the head, "Come on!"

Chu Yi raised his arm to block it.

Liang Bing had something on his hand, and when he swung his punch on his arm, he felt a piercing pain.

"You don't fucking say anything, right?" Liang Bing came over and grabbed him and swung him towards the wall next to him.

Chu Yi suddenly hit the wall, and there was a star in front of him. Then he was punched several times on his stomach and back. Liang Bing was very heavy and he almost couldn't breathe.
Chapter completed!