"Now your work is always on your side," said Sister Wang, "Report it to you once a day. If you have any questions, please follow me."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Hurry up quickly. I don't feel it, but yesterday I was almost exhausted," Zhang Chen said, "I should usurp the throne when I get used to it one day or not."

"Hurry up and usurp," Yan Hang, "I am applying for the kitchen."

"Sister Wang, look at this person," Zhang Chen sighed, "What's the attraction of the kitchen? It's the boss here, and I'm still thinking about starting a small peddler in the kitchen, which is quite annoying."

"I only love this little bit." Yan Hang.

"I'm afraid it won't work soon. The restaurant has just gotten on track," said Sister Wang. "The director is very satisfied. I'm afraid you won't agree if you submit the application... I want to see you with us today."

"Hey, don't," Yan Hang was startled, "This level is too high."

"Don't worry, Manager Tang asked me to stop him," Sister Wang said, "I knew you couldn't stand this. We didn't stay for a long time today, and we left in a while."

Yan Hang never expected that a colleague would come to visit him. This was normal, but because he had never worked in somewhere for so long, he had no idea.

When Sister Wang left in a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He has adapted very much now. He stands in the restaurant every day, watching the people coming and going in front of him, and pulls the corners of his mouth to deal with various emergencies... These are scenes that he would try his best to avoid in the past. The chaotic crowd will increase his pressure.

Now he can force himself to integrate into the "normal" work and life, and strive to adapt to the colleagues, leaders, and guests that appear in life...

I just feel tired, although no one can see it.

Except for the first year of junior high school, it is difficult for him to be relaxed. He is not sure when this state will change, and maybe he will be like this for the rest of his life.

After Sister Wang and Zhang Chen left, he lay on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The flowers are very good, look," I stood in front of the bedside table at the first day of the New Year and took out a small card from the bouquet, "I wish Yan Hang early, soon, soon and recover."

"What is a big bag?" Yan Hang asked.

"Let me see," Chu Yi opened a big gift bag that Sister Wang brought, "Wow, I'll eat more."

"What's there?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Cookies, egg rolls," took it out like the first day of the Chu 1st, a very beautiful box, "Phoenix, pineapple crisp..."

"I love to eat pineapple crisps," Yan Hang, "Do you have anything you like to eat?"

"I don't know, I don't have it, I don't eat it," said the first day of the junior high school, "I don't have no, I don't like to eat it, sweets."

"Let's do something else," Yan Hang whispered in a low voice, "To the uncle."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

The uncle refused very happily, "It's not necessary. He didn't seem to know what to do on the first day of the junior high school, so he kept handing the bag to the uncle, and just wrote two words: "Hold it."

Yan Hang looked at the side and thought about it. When he was rubbing towels in the toilet in the first grade of junior high school, the uncle said, "Thank you, brother."

"You're so polite, I can't eat much." Yan Hang...

"Your brother," Uncle, "very...right."

"Hmm?" Yan Hang thought about what he looked like in the first year of junior high school just now, and couldn't help but feel again.

"I'll get angry if I push him again," Uncle, "I'm obviously looking at a very kind guy."

"So don't push him, maybe you'll hit someone if you push him again." Yan Hang.

The uncle patted his chest exaggeratedly. When he saw the towel coming out of the first year of junior high school, he reached out and answered: "Don't you know, I'll do it."

"I'll do it," Chu Yi still had no expression on his face. He walked to the bed and thought of it as if he had thought of it, "I'll give it a try."

"You try," the uncle, "My office asks the doctor if I can remove the gastric tube today, and if I remove it, I can eat some liquid food."

"'s." Chu Yi nodded.

Yan Hang's injuries changed to medicine, and the colors dyed by the medicine near the wound were lighter, and the scratches were also scabbed. It seemed that it was not as scary as before.

I can't do it like an uncle in the first grade of junior high school, so I can only try my best to make my movements seem uncluttered.

While grabbing Yan Hang's hand and wiped his arms, Yan Hang leaned on the bed and sighed: "I want to take a shower...it's so uncomfortable..."

"Hold on for two more days." The first day of the New Year.

"You should bring me perfume, and I can still cover up the smell if I spray some." Yan Hang.

"You don't have any smell," "Your first day," "It's not summer, summer."

Yan Hang sighed.

Chuyi lifted the quilt and was about to help Yan Hang wipe his legs, but when he grabbed his pants, he was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should take off his pants or take off his pants.

"I'm wearing underwear," Yan Hang bent one leg and thrust it gently, "Take it off, I'm changing into a pair of sweatpants. This one is not elastic and uncomfortable to wear."

...This action.

In the first day of the junior high school, he didn't read any yellow comics, nor did he watch any colored videos. At this moment, he couldn't even find a similar scene in his mind, but he flashed at least 180 pictures of blood spraying.gif.

Various sprays, fancy sprays, and nose nozzle sprays seven orifices.

He wanted to kneel down on the spot and kowtow to Yan Hang.

This feeling is not affected, and there are repeated various associations and uncontrolled physiological reactions in extremely inappropriate scenarios.

It made him embarrassed, embarrassed, disgusted, and even a little disgusted with this reaction that seemed to have taken something shameful to him wrong.

He put down the towel, took advantage of the opportunity to get Yan Hang's pants, opened the cabinet door, hid himself behind the door, closed his eyes and sighed softly, trying to calm himself down.

It doesn't have much impact when it gets, and these reactions are always so uncontrollable. Sometimes you can even raise your head if you stretch your waist, but now you can't stand it.

Can't bear it.

It made him feel like a pervert.

"You..." Yan Hang called him, but before he finished speaking, there was no sound again.

He suddenly came back to his senses, reached out and pulled out Yan Hang's pants. While closing the cabinet door, he found that the cabinet was on two floors, and he opened the cabinet door on the upper floor.

It can only cover his upper body.

His shameful lower body was completely unblocked and completely presented in front of Yan Hang, and it was still a straight side.

Although he was not very fierce, he was wearing a pair of thin pairs of sweatpants, with such a standard sideways... Yan Hang must have seen it.

He was completely stiff, just standing in front of the cabinet, staring at the closed cabinet door, and didn't dare to turn to Yan Hang.

"Quyi," Yan Hang felt that he could no longer be in such a stalemate. Although he didn't know what to do, he still called Chuyi, "Come on."

When Chu Yi grabbed his pants and walked, his knuckles were a little bit twitched due to force, and he walked a little bit. He didn't know where he was looking, but he never met him anyway.

When he walked to the bed, Chu Yi had nothing, and his pants were putting his pants on his legs stiffly. Yan Hang tried to make his movements smaller. The two of them cooperated with each other and put their pants on. When Chu Yi covered him with a quilt, his pants were still twisted, but he could only bear it first.

The embarrassing reaction of the first day of junior high school should be because of him, but he is not sure which action or which position produces a magical effect. After all, he will not have a physiological reaction because he sees other men perform any of the actions in their previous series.

...Of course, he didn't see it either.

"Puppy, come on." Yan Hang waved to Chuyi.

The first day of the junior high school moved to him with difficulty, but before he could speak, the uncle and two nurses who were accompanying him walked in with a tray.

"It's time to untubate the tube," a nurse looked at the sign at the head of his bed. "Do you feel bloating?"

"No." Yan Hang replied.

I don’t know when I got to the side again in the first day of the junior high school.

"Oh," the nurse nodded, "You hold your breath when I hold my breath later to prevent liquid from dripping into the trachea."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

"Will it hurt?" Chu Yi asked next to him.

"It's gone without feeling anything, soon," the nurse, "it won't hurt."

"Oh." Chu Yi leaned against the cabinet and nodded.

After pulling out the tube, Yan Hang felt much more relaxed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then slowly vomited out: "Comfortable."

"This day you have to eat liquid food and then semi-liquid." Nurse.

"Well, I ordered a doctor's meal for him." Uncle .

After the nurse left, Yan Hang wanted to call Chu Yi to comfort her, but the uncle accompanied her was standing by, so he didn't speak.

I just leaned against the cabinet on the first day of the New Year, and I don’t know what I was thinking.

I was silent for a minute, and there was a sudden noise in the corridor. The uncle listened to the outside: "Why did you make a noise? Let's take a look."

After the uncle went out, Yan Hang looked at Chuyi, Chuyi lowered his head and walked over and sat on the chair beside his bed.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang raised his hand, trying to grab his head, but hesitated a little.

"No." Chu Yi quickly put his head on his hands.

He took a break and grabbed Chu Yi's head. Chu Yi lay on the edge of the bed, rushed down and buried his arm in his face. After a while, he muffled his voice: "You are, you are, you are here."

"Well," Yan Hang looked at him and found that his ears were red. He thought a little, but he couldn't tell it very much. "It's nothing, isn't it normal for men?"

I didn't make a sound in the first day of the junior high school, but I was still lying down.
To be continued...