In the first year of junior high school, even ordinary chats were going on very difficult, not to mention the embarrassing scene with Zhou Chunyang. When Yan Hang was holding a few cans of beer, he decided to end the chat like this.

Anyway, I've finished it.

-I don't use it

He applied again and placed his phone next to him.

Zhou Chunyang did not send another message. He breathed a sigh of relief and took Yan Hang's beer and opened it.

"It's great." Yan Hang poured it next to him and drank a sip of beer.

"Did you have been in class these days?" Junior High School looked at him.

"Well, I can only return after dinner," Yan Hang said, "but I will arrange a rest on the autumn day, and Sister Wang said she will go that day."

"Autumn Festival." Chu Yi was stunned.

"This year's autumn and National Day are coming," Yan Hang took his mobile phone and clicked the calendar, "Look."

"Oh." Chu Yi was a little dazed.

He originally thought that it was an eleventh year, but he didn't expect that there was a Autumn in the dormitory, and no one in the dormitory mentioned it... probably everyone knows it.

Only he has no special feeling about Qiu.

No, in the past, he did not have any special feelings for Qiu, and he was a little disgusted because Qiu started to get his breakfast a few days ago.

He doesn't like to eat mooncakes, and his father's company issued it, but that one is to be kept. Grandma eats it alone, and other people in the country have to buy it at the vegetable market.

The cheapest type in bulk, he bought one for one for one last year, and some of them bite and some of them can’t bite.

But this year's autumn made him feel a little sad.

The first autumn that I haven't lived in, and it was also the first time in the autumn that I missed, one was missing, and the other refused to return.

"Where is it, which day?" Chuyi looked at Yan Hang's mobile phone.

"No. 3," Yan Hang pointed at him, "Do you have to call back?"

The first day of the Chu Dynasty hesitated and did not speak.

"Why don't you send a box of mooncakes?" Yan Hang sighed, "I'm too busy now and I don't even care about these things. I'll bring you a box of mooncakes from our hotel tomorrow. You can send them back to the house. You can send them a quick one if you add more money.

"No, use it..." Chu Yi was very embarrassed. It was obviously his own business, but Yan Hang felt that he had not done it well.

"No trouble," Yan Hang thought, "Tell me your address, I'll ask them to send me a message tomorrow morning."

"Well," Chu Yian nodded, "How much?"

"I don't have money, I'll send it," Yan Hang smiled, "Send a box, you send one box back, take one box back to eat, it's just right."

When I thought about it on the first day of the junior high school, I suddenly felt a little excited: "Are you watching the moon?"

"Go to the beach to enjoy it," said Yan Hang. "I guess there are many people who bring food. Cui Yi and I gave it to the rooftop last year. Let's go to the beach together this year."

"Okay!" Rub your hands in the first day of the junior high school.

It is very interesting to watch the moon with many people. I think so in the first day of the New Year because he has never appreciated it.

At most, he was running after eating mooncakes in Qiu. He looked up by the river for a while, and the native dog looked at the moon.

I went to the beach to enjoy the moon with Uncle Cui with Yan Hang, and there were many other people, which was exciting to think about.

He immediately suppressed his previous awkward feelings.

This night, Yan Hang and Chuyi ate all the barbecue. I watched the movies. There were not many beer cans in the ground. The amount of alcohol in the first lunar month was inversely proportional to his rustic spirit. In the past, I ate like this with my dad for a night, and the cans in the ground were not enough to be covered.

But it's quite enjoyable, I don't know when I fall asleep.

When I woke up, I was not on the floor and I had already made great progress. Yan Hang sat up on the sofa and looked at the first day of the junior high school on the other side, and was sleeping soundly.

Yan Hang yawned and ate for one night. Now he didn't have much appetite for breakfast.

He got up and went to the bathroom, planning to wash and figure out what to eat.

Just then I kicked a beer can.

He quickly stepped on it, just about to see if he woke up the first day of the junior high school, but he turned around and was startled.

Chu Yi stood in front of the sofa with a confused look on his face.

"When did you get up?" Yan Hang stared at him, "Where were you sleeping in a second ago? Are you acting in a ghost movie?"

"I thought someone knocked on it, and the rice bowl was shouting, "It's morning." Chu Yi grabbed his hair.

"Your dormitory is very different," Yan Hang went into the bathroom. "What do you want to eat? I'll think about it for you. I don't want to eat. I'll make it for you if you want to eat."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

After Yan Hang washed up, he saw him sitting on the sofa, with a glare on his face, but the beer can on the ground had been pinched and packed into the bag that he had served the barbecue yesterday, and there were no messy notes thrown in the coffee table.

"Can you clean up the house when you sleepwalking?" Yan Hang.

"I'm idle." Chu Yi smiled and laughed.

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang once.

"Neither, I'm not hungry," touched my stomach in the first year of junior high school. "You go, class, I'm hungry, go eat."

"Okay," Yan Hang took his coat and prepared the door, stood at the door and explained, "If you are bored, you can watch TV, you can use my computer, and if you are really bored, you can go to the restaurant to find me."

"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded.

Today is the first day of the holiday, and breakfast started very busy. Yan Hang shortened the morning meeting and just said casually, telling a waiter to help him send the mooncakes he had to the first grade of junior high school. After that, he started busy.

As noon approached, the restaurant was already full of guests, and most of them were tourists.

Yan Hang usually can stand behind the bar and rest his legs backwards, but he basically never stopped today.

"Brother Hang," Zhang Chen passed by, "The guests over there have never ordered food, and they occupied a four-person table for almost an hour..."

"I'll go." Yan Hang said.

The guest Zhang Chen mentioned had noticed before, a young man was sitting by the table by the window, looking out the window, without ordering or making any requests.

Yan Hang had a waiter who had not seen him add water to him four times. If you drink water like this, it would probably be early to have the toilet. The bladder has a strong bearing capacity.

Yan Hang went to that table.

Usually they don’t care about such guests, but today, where four people occupy only water, he has to give a tactful reminder.

"Hello, sir." Yan Hang stood next to the man and said hello.

The man looked out the window and didn't seem to hear his voice.

"Sir?" Yan Hang called out, and looked at the man quickly.

My hair is not long, so I probably have been treated for a while, but when I saw that I didn’t take care of it, I was a little greasy and hadn’t washed it for about three or four days.

Wearing an old T-shirt, the jacket is also old, and the cuffs are a little faded.

The pants are ordinary casual pants, which cannot be seen in the old and new, but the shoes on the feet can be seen at a glance, and they have been wearing them for a long time. They are more vicissitudes than the pair of old nbs that I took back to commemorate on the first day of the New Year.

Although their restaurant is in a five-star hotel, he can't tell the conclusion about the appearance, he has never seen a person dressed up in this way for so long.

"Hello sir," he stepped a step to the side of the man, and greeted him for the third time, "I am the foreman here, please, do you need to order food now?"

After a few seconds, the man finally turned his face and looked at him: "Foreman?"

"Is there anything I can help you?" Yan Hang.

This man's face has a long beard, and it is mixed with some gray beard stubble. It looks very decadent.

"Pour me a glass of water." The man said.

"Okay," Yan Hang called a waiter passing by, added a glass of water to the man. When the man turned his face, he added, "Sir, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes." The man replied.

"How many people are there in total?" Yan Hang.

This man hesitated for a moment: "Three."

"Then sir, you can order food first," Yan Hang put the menu in front of him. "When it is necessary to prepare ingredients in the kitchen, there are more guests eating today. You can order food first, and the guests will come to inform you of the kitchen."

The man didn't say anything, stared at his face for a while, and his eyes fell on his badge: "Yan Hang."

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

The man picked up the cup, drank all the freshly added water in one breath, and then stood up: "Where is the toilet?"

"Please turn straight, turn left on the back door," said Yan Hang.

The man didn't say anything anymore and went over to the back door.

After he stood up, Yan Hang noticed that the man's pants were wrinkled very hard, and his left foot was slightly tiptoed when he was walking.

"Xiao Yang." Yan Hang waved to a male waiter.

"What's the matter with Brother Hang?" Xiao Yang passed by.

"Follow me and see the guest," Yan Hang looked at the man's back, "I'm afraid he will get lost and will break to another floor."

"I understand." Xiao Yang nodded and went over with him.
To be continued...