There was no response in the first day of junior high school.

Stammering and back.

Yan Hang squatted down and whistled down again.

Chu Yi's hand holding the stick back and forth suddenly stopped in the air. After two seconds, he suddenly stood up and turned his head, and then stood there.

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang asked.

Chuyi saw him not saying anything.

"Come up!" Yan Hang shouted.

Chu Yi looked down at his feet and hesitated.

It was only now that Yan Hang could see clearly that most of his shoes had been gone into the black mud.

"Damn," Yan Hang was a little unbearable, "Come on! Are you Martians so unqualified? Are you dirty?"

Chu Yi actually smiled, hesitated for a while before slowly walking towards the side.

Seeing him walking to the stones under the riverside, Yan Hang frowned and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"East, East and West." Chu Yi looked up at him.

"Your nonsense answer is very standard, come up first." Yan Hang looked at both sides. There was an iron ladder on the berth a few meters away with his left hand. It should have been from there on the first day of the New Year.

Chu Yi looked at the river beach again reluctantly, and then walked towards the iron ladder.

The lower half of the iron ladder has rusted. You have to hold the iron bars with your hands and push the wall to get up. It is not difficult to go down. Just jump down, but it is not easy to get up, especially in the first year of junior high school...

When Yan Hang was about to go over and see if he could pull him, Chu Yi jumped up on the spot, grabbed the last square of the iron ladder, then retracted his legs and pushed the wall twice. Before Yan Hang could walk to the ladder, he had already turned over the railing and returned to the road.

"You... are good at it, young man." Yan Hang was a little surprised.

"I'll give it a prize." said the first day of junior high school.

"What are you looking for?" Yan Hang walked to him and asked again.

"Bi." Chuyi replied, looking a little depressed.

Yan Hang remembered his newly bought notebook. He still looked for it when the broken notebook fell down. He remembered important things on it. But after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait until the first day of the New Year finished speaking.

He had to add to the first day of the Chuyi: "A notebook?"

"Bi." The first day of the junior high school raised the sound a little.

"Oh, pen?" Yan Hang then realized.

Things like paper and pen are quite far away from his life. I can only guess that pens are probably more valuable than notebooks?

but……

"You're just a pen?" Yan Hang couldn't understand the brain circuits of their Martians.

"Yes." Chu nodded and took two steps back.

"Don't hide, can I beat you up?" Yan Hang felt that his annoyance was shocked by Chu Yi, and he sat down on the railing next to him.

"Yes, it smells good." Chu Yi sniffed a little embarrassedly.

"Oh." He responded.

The two fell into silence.

After a moment of silence, Yan Hang looked at Chuyi: "How can your pen fall there?"

Chu Yi smiled and said nothing.

"Are you thrown down?" Yan Hang asked.

I still didn't say anything in the first day of the junior high school.

"Are they those classmates?" Yan Hang continued to ask.

First day of junior high school lowered his head and stomped the mud on his shoes.

Yan Hang touched his pocket and found a pack of wet tissues given to him by his colleague during lunch.

"Give it." He handed over the tissue.

I took it in my first year of junior high school, pulled out one, and held it in my hand and looked back and forth.

"Don't you Mars have wet tissues?" Yan Hang said.

"I have never seen it in the earth since then." Chu Yi squatted down and slowly rubbed the mud on his shoes.

Yan Hang looked at him and actually it was just that whether the shoes were polished or not. It was a very old pair of shoes, and the style was still very old. The street stall goods had to be the kind in the township markets.

"First year of junior high school." Yan Hang called him.

"Hmm?" Chu Yi looked up.

"Why can't they get along with you?" Yan Hang asked.

In the first year of junior high school, he lowered his head and continued to polish his shoes. After polishing three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate me."

"Why do you hate you?" Yan Hang jumped off the railing and squatted opposite him.

"I'm stuttering," said Chu Yi.

"Is it because of this?" Yan Hang frowned.

The movement of shining shoes in the first grade of junior high school paused, and after a while, he nodded: "Yes."

What about farts.

Yan Hang glanced at him and didn't ask any further.

Although it is not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, children in their teens may not find the reason for a person. Others hate them, and they will hate them. Others bully them, and they will bully them, for fear that their pace will not be unified with the large army and will be placed in the opposite direction.

But the reaction in the first year of junior high school was obviously not just about stuttering.

But Yan Hang didn't want to ask anymore. It was too difficult to communicate with the first grade of junior high school. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, this child basically had no sentences with more than five words.

It is an exception when talking nonsense.

... Such a person can even talk nonsense, Yan Hang couldn't help but stare at him again.

Very magical.

After cleaning his shoes in the first year of junior high school, he left. Before leaving, he was stunned for a while at the river beach.

Yan Hang wants to ask if that pen is a golden pen.

This type of gold-plated one can't beat it, it must be four 9 pure gold.

He stayed there for a while, probably on the first day of the New Year, and then moved a little and ran back along the road.

It was still dawn today, and he didn't twist his feet and saw the rough look of the road.

Generally, the roads like this in cities are quite dirty. They vomit when they drink too much, and they can’t find a toilet to solve the problem... but this road is actually quite clean.

He ran all the way and wanted to look at the tree hole in the first grade of junior high school again, but he couldn't find it.

When I got home, my dad had already prepared the dishes.

One dish and one soup.

Boil the soup with cabbage leaves, and stir-fry the shrimp with cabbage.

"Did you see it? This is called a prawn. Are you moved," said my dad, "Drink two cups?"

Yan Hang nodded, very moved.

My father never considered whether it was suitable for minors to drink. Yan Hang no longer remembered how old he was when he first drank. In short, my father only said that if he drank two cups, they could sit down and drink two cups.

My dad didn't seem to be in a good mood today. He didn't say a word when drinking, but just drank.

Yan Hang didn't say anything.

He didn't come back to his senses until the TV news mentioned today's date.

He didn't even remember when he looked at the date when he went out in the morning.

Every year, my dad will be depressed for a day or two.

He hadn't asked, but he had been guessing that this day was probably related to his mother who had no impression of him at all.

Because my father was drinking, they drank a little too much of these two cups. When Yan Hang fell on the bed in a dizzy state, he felt the sleepiness that had been coming for a long time.

He closed his eyes and slept until the next day his dad came to ask him to get up.

I have bought breakfast, soy milk and fried dough sticks.

"Didn't you give me another cabbage soup?" Yan Hang yawned.

"Cook it for you tonight," said my dad.

"I'll cook tonight," said Yan Hang, "Don't make it, the prawns will die with their eyes open."

My dad was having a fried dough stick in his mouth and had fun for a long time.

When Yan Hang was strolling to the coffee shop, he felt the ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to the first day of the New Year.
To be continued...