Chu Yi was lowering his head and twisting the lid of the ice black tea. He had just twisted it twice. When he heard Yan Hang's words, his hand holding the bottle subconsciously expressed his surprise and suddenly felt excited.

The black tea in the bottle directly opened the cap, and a short and fat arc was drawn in a sigh, pounced on Yan Hang's leg.

"Hey!" Yan Hang was startled, jumped off the sofa, shaking his legs with his trousers.

Chuyi quickly put down the bottle, grabbed two pieces of paper and wiped off the black tea on the sofa. Fortunately, it was the leather sofa and the water didn't penetrate it.

"I'll change my pants," Yan Hang looked at him, "You're shocked."

I was very embarrassed when I was in the first day of the New Year. When Yan Hang went to change his pants, he twisted the rag and wiped the sofa again, sat down and sighed.

Yan Hang changed his pants and sat back next to him: "You are not?"

"No," Chu Yi rubbed his nose, "How did you... guess, what did you guess?"

"It's not a guess. I thought he was a little familiar before, but later you said he was gay," Yan Hang said, "I was thinking a little bit about that."

"Then you, you..." After taking the iced black tea in the first day of the Chu Dynasty, he actually had half a bottle.

"Drink it, just drink it, don't pinch it back and forth." Yan Hang pointed at him.

After taking two big sips at the first day of the Chu Dynasty, he put down the bottle: "Then you..."

"What am I?" Yan Hang said and squinted his eyes, "Aren't you here to confess your love for him?"

"Ah?" Chu Yi was stunned for two seconds and shouted, "No! No! No!"

"Oh," Yan Hang made his reaction amused, "If it's not, it's not, what are you calling."

"I am..." Chu Yi really didn't know how to express it. He actually wanted to know what Yan Hang thought about this, but he couldn't find a suitable way to ask.

"I don't feel anything," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't hate it or object. I think he is your classmate, nothing else."

"Oh." Chu Yi nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

A few seconds later, I suddenly realized that I was in a corner that was not easy to detect, and I was still a little disappointed.

I have no idea what this emotion is and where it comes from.

After watching TV for a while, listening to Yan Hang's low voice and practicing interpreting with TV for a while, he took out his cell phone in the first year of junior high school.

He is no longer a child, nor is he the little local dog who used to want to hide and avoid everything.

He is a dog brother.

A fierce dog.

Just a phone call, what's scary?

He pointed out his mother's phone number and took a breath.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him.

He looked over and Yan Hang smiled at him.

He pressed the dial, took the phone to his ear, and listened to the dial tone inside.

After a few sounds, the phone was answered.

"Hey." Mom's voice came out.

When he heard the sound of "Hey", Chu Yi found that he had not spoken to his mother for a long time. This short word suddenly reminded him a lot, and even brought him back to his past memories for a moment.

He is still very familiar with this sound. His mother is in a normal state, weak and has no fun. She can imagine the nasolabial folds on her face that stretched to the corners of her mouth just by listening to the sound.

"Mom," Chu Yi said, "It's me."

"Oh, why?" There was no surprise or surprise in my mother's voice, as if this was his 186th call today.

"My grandma is sick, is she sick?" Chuyi asked.

"Well, I'm hospitalized, and I'm thinking of asking you a dream to tell you when we're all dead." Mom said.

Chu Yi sighed softly, and this sounded very familiar.

"I have no children, no children have died," said the mother. "I don't have the kind of book you and your father disappeared collectively. I was very tired after staying in the hospital for a day."

"My grandma Yan, is it serious?" Chu Yi asked again.

"It's not serious, and you're alive," said the mother, "I won't call you and ask when will you die and you'll be back."

I didn't make any noise in the first day of the junior high school.

My mother didn't say anything anymore and hung up the phone.

Chu Yi put his cell phone on his forehead and closed his eyes, and he felt a little bored.

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

"I may have to go back, but I still have to go back." Chu Yi frowned.

"Your grandma is seriously ill?" Yan Hang leaned over and put his hand on his back and patted him.

"No, I know, my mother is talking, that's it," Chu Yi sighed, "I can't ask, come out."

Yan Hang sighed and said nothing.

"My grandfather said," Chu Yi supported his knees with his elbows and lowered his head, "I have a burden and I can't take responsibility. I can't go with me like my dad, and I'll run away if I go up."

"What do you think, Brother Dog." Yan Hang looked at him.

"Brother Dog, go back and take a look." Chu Yi turned his face.

"Okay," Yan Hang didn't say anything else, took out his cell phone and looked at the calendar, "I won't hesitate if I decide. I'll ask me to book a plane ticket for you..."

"Machine, machine, machine..." Chu Yi was a little anxious.

"Hello," Yan Hang looked at him, "Don't worry, there's not much money. Can they get a low discount ticket? Is it enough for a day?"

"Enough," Chuyi thought about it, and then felt depressed again, "The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, it's not done."

"Who said that," Yan Hang smiled, "When will you come back and when will you pass? The moon is very round these days."

The moon tonight is actually quite round and quite big.

Chuyi and Yan Hang sat on the balcony, watched the moon for a long time, and ate two moon cakes.

Chu Yi took a selfie with his mobile phone and wanted to take a photo of himself, the moon and the moon cakes. After a long time of shooting, he failed. He was a little depressed and looked at Yan Hang who had been enjoying his life next to him: "Is it a bit like a little bit of a common feeling?"

"No." Yan Hang said with a smile.

"I'll give you five or five dollars," said Chuyi, "Buy one, Zhongtong, sympathy."

"Okay." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

Chu Yi touched his pocket for a long time, and then he felt three dollars. He sighed: "Is there a discount?"

Yan Hang took the money from his hand, sat next to him, raised his cell phone with one hand, and put the mooncake next to his face with the other: "Let you see how stable Brother Xiaotian's hands are."

In the first year of junior high school, he looked at Yan Hang in the camera.

Yan Hang is a very photogenic person and looks very good no matter how you shoot it.

"Are you laughing or just that cool?" Yan Hang asked.

"Cool." said the first day of junior high school.

"Okay, one, two, three." Yan Hang counted quickly and pressed the shutter.

They both freeze with a cold look on their faces.

" is cool." Yan Hang passed the original picture to him, then put a mask on his face, and posted the photo on Weibo.

"Why am I not having a mouth or a mask?" Chu Yi leaned over and looked.

"You are handsome." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi smiled: "Aren't you handsome?"

"I'm humble." Yan Hang said.

"It's really convincing." Chu nodded.

I didn't sleep well that night.

I woke up after a while, but I didn’t remember anything I dreamed about when I woke up.

Still not very strong in psychological quality.

Isn't it just a trip back and get scolded?

Isn’t it just a two or three-day trip with Yan Hang?

Isn't it... I haven't taken a plane before?

Yes, it’s the most terrifying thing that has never taken a plane. How do you get the ticket? What do you do after you get the ticket? Where can you get on the plane? How do you find a seat when you get on it?

"Let's go, come with me," Yan Hang had already washed up and drank with a bottle of yogurt, "I have booked tickets together. I'll take you to the airport later.

As soon as he heard that Yan Hang was sending him off, he became much more at ease in the first day of the junior high school, but immediately remembered: "You don't go to work, are you going to work?"

"The plane at half past ten," said Yan Hang, "I'll send you over and come back to catch up with lunch."

"Oh." Chu picked up his packed bag together and followed Yan Hang out of the door.
To be continued...