When Yan Hang came over with his mobile phone and put his phone under the tree, he probably was broadcasting live on the first day of Chuyi, but only today did he realize that Yan Hang was so boring.

And he just needs to open it whenever he wants to, and stop even if he wants to stop.

If you don’t show your face, you may wear a mask when you show your face.

No wonder no one watched it.

If Yan Hang is willing to show his face, it will definitely attract many girls like his deskmate and throw gifts... But Chu Yi really likes this kind of boring live broadcast.

It will give him an experience of feeling a "different life". It may be equally ordinary, or boring, but different from himself.

Very interesting.

Although he hasn't watched the live broadcast a few times in total.

His old mobile phone could not accept new things like live broadcasts. Every time he went in, he would get stuck as if he was using 2g of traffic, and then he would freeze it and he would not be able to recover without picking up the battery.

He originally wanted to watch Yan Hang's live broadcast for a while, but the time was not particularly long, so he came out to buy oil.

My mother doesn’t buy oil in the supermarket, so she has to buy a large bucket of packed items in the vegetable market because it’s cheap.

The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time, but he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan Hang for a long time. If he doesn't run to the vegetable market, it will be longer.

Although my mother couldn't beat him, he wasn't very willing to face her mom's gloomy face.

"Buy oil?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Isn't there any supermarket?"

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

"Do you want to go to the market to buy it?" Yan Hang asked.

Nodded a little.

"Then you go." Yan Hang looked at the time.

I stood up at the first day of the junior high school and looked at him. I felt that I wanted to say something more, but after glaring for a while, I couldn't find the words.

"Hmm?" Yan Hang was probably a little confused by him, "Don't tell me that there is still a pen in the river."

"No." Chu Yi smiled, turned around and ran down the road.

The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn't dare to use it. My mother kept signing the pen from the water station, including blue, red and black, so he had to use that one.

He has always been hiding this pen. If he hadn't wanted to thank Yan Hang, he would have no longer remembered this pen. Maybe he would have forgotten that phone in the future.

It is best to forget what you can’t have, or you will feel uncomfortable if you think about it. This is his experience.

I ran all the way to the vegetable market on the first day of the New Year. I usually feel that it is very tiring to run over like this, but now I feel that it is not far away.

Probably because the pen was sent out.

He didn't have any chance to give gifts, and he wouldn't ask him to give gifts on his classmates' days, but he gave gifts to his parents...

When he was in elementary school, he saved up a long time pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and other things and sold them. He raised the money to buy a scarf for his mother, hoping to make her happy.

Just like every time my aunt gives him a gift, he will be so happy.

But my mother didn't appreciate this love.

Finally, grandma carried a scarf and ran to the store to make a big fuss, and returned the scarf, grandma bought cigarettes for the refund. When she got home, her mother had another fight with grandma because she didn't get the refund.

From then on, he never thought about who gifts he gave.

This time he made up his mind to give Yan Hang a gift.

Li Zihao threw away the pen, and he looked for a pen in the mud and garbage. None of these matters to him. What he had always worried about was that Yan Hang didn't want it.

But Yan Hang accepted it, but after seeing with his own eyes, he took the pen out of the stinky mud and didn't even wash it, so he wiped it with paper.

Chu 1 smiled.

Yan Hang is very good.

I bought the oil designated by my mother from the vegetable market, and ran back with me in my first year of junior high school.

When he ran past the building of Yan Hang's house, he looked over there. The window of Yan Hang's living room faced the street, and there was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were pulled up.

Maybe Yan Hang hasn't come back yet.

I slowed down in the first day of the New Year, and the oil was quite heavy. I was a little tired after running the road.

My mother didn't call him to urge him, which means that the time was still within tolerance... But when he turned the intersection and saw his building, he knew why his mother didn't call him.

It probably doesn't care about it anymore.

You can hear grandma's voice from afar.

I cursed with great energy and couldn't hear the content clearly, but I could almost imagine it in the first day of the New Year.

I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe, and my steps were getting slower and slower.

He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart, finishing quickly, ending quickly, and ending before walking downstairs.

But just like the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayers in his heart never succeeded.

Moreover, today's reality is even more than 100,800 miles away from his expectations.

Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.

Her shirt had been taken off, and she was bare-baring and her waist was forked. She could be seen from the crowd watching.

I stopped at the first day of the New Year and leaned against the wall.

But I couldn't avoid other people's gaze.

"First year of junior high school!" Someone smiled and called his name, "You can't go and get your grandma home!"

"No matter how late she is, she will take off her pants!" Another smiled and said.

Chu Yi lowered his head and didn't make a sound.

He didn't know what grandma was doing today and who was quarreling like this with him. He only knew that such a scene would be a joke that would be played in a few months in the eyes of these neighbors.

Everyone knows that his grandma is a shrew who can strip her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.

This is anytime, anywhere, even including their school.

When Yan Hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "What does it taste like?"

"...can you still smell it?" Yan Hang raised his foot and looked at the soles of his shoes.

"Yes," said my dad, "are you fighting with someone in the septic tank?"

"I'll have a meal later, don't lose my appetite." Yan Hang took off his shoes and put them next to the trash can at the door. He saw an old man coming to flip through the garbage twice a day.

"If you have people in your class, you are so cool." said my dad.

"I'm unemployed." Yan Hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, hesitated and put it under his nose to smell it. Then he turned around and washed the pen twice.

"You can't get money for a day, right?" My dad didn't ask him why he was unemployed.

"Can you take it? It's not enough to eat noodles." Yan Hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.

This is a silver park pen. Although it looks quite old, it is very exquisite.

As a pen, Yan Hang was not interested in it. He didn't use it much. After all, he only went to elementary school and usually liked to use pencils.

But as a gift, it feels different.

"What's the thing?" asked my dad.

"Can't you tell what this is?" Yan Hang shook his pen to him.

"I can't believe my eyes even if I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.

"It was given by someone else." Yan Hang said.

"Take it?" My dad was a little surprised, "Is it the kid you mentioned?"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Pizza." said dad.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I saw that the oven in the kitchen could work, so I bought the materials," my dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I originally wanted you to make it tonight. Since you are unemployed, I will eat it at noon."

Yan Hang got up and opened the refrigerator, the pancake, cheese and sauce were all in one go.

"Okay," said Yan Hang, "I'll buy some green pepper bacon or something."

"Bring another bottle of red wine." Dad added.

"Celebrating my unemployment, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Celebrating that you have made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.

Yan Hang didn't say anything and opened the door and went out.

The gift was received.

friend?

First grade?
To be continued...