A Lucky Coin

"This is the room I live in now. It doesn't exceed eight square meters by visual inspection." Yan Hang sat on the swivel chair with his mobile phone in hand, tapped his toes on the ground, and the chair turned in a circle.

-It's better than the original one, but it's a bit messy, and it hasn't been cleaned up after so many days

Someone said on the screen.

"Hibernation hasn't woken up yet," Yan Hang yawned, "I'm too lazy to move."

- Will you still see that kid today?

Someone else asked.

"That kid... I don't know," Yan Hang turned his head to look at the living room, "Go to the window and wait."

-I hope I won't be bullied again today, my heart aches

Yan Hang didn't speak, he got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.

This is the first time he has moved with his father and lived in an unknown number of houses in his 17 years of life.

This time it was on the first floor, facing a side street, it was quite clean, better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it didn't have a strange smell.

It's a bit noisy except after school.

The residential area is very large, and many children, big and small, pass this road to and from school.

Yan Hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.

It's still a little cold, and the wind blowing in is cool, and taking a breath is like swallowing a mint.

He likes this window sill very much. There is no anti-theft net, and the cabinet with the radiator is connected to the window sill. It can be regarded as a pseudo bay window, and it is very comfortable to lean on the head to bask in the sun in the afternoon.

The child that everyone wants to see has not yet passed by.

But it should be almost the same. He passes by later than other students every day. I don't know if it's because he wants to stagger the time to go home with his classmates, or because he is stopped by people at school.

Yan Hang put his phone on the window sill and faced the outside, neither looked at the screen nor made any sound.

After only two or three minutes, a few students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.

Yan Hang picked up his mobile phone and pointed it over there: "Come on, let's see what kind of performance these dead branches and leaves of the motherland will have today."

Behind the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter student who had several messages on the screen—it seems safe today?

"It's not safe," Yan Hang said, "That schoolbag belongs to him."

The schoolbag is quite old, and when it is thrown around, it changes shape, square, long, and slanted. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.

But today's dead branches and leaves are milder than usual, and I didn't do anything.

The protagonist of this live broadcast followed silently, bending down from time to time to pick up things that fell out.

He didn't even glance at those people who were yelling at him while throwing his schoolbag and his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn't exist at all, just walking slowly with his hands full, When those people stopped, he stood beside him silently.

There were not many things in the schoolbag, and it was empty within 2 minutes after throwing it away. Those students threw away the schoolbag, and one of them went over and slapped the things in his hand, sweeping everything to the ground, and then a group of people Happily stepping on things on the ground and continuing to move forward.

When the child squatted down to pick up something, Yan Hang jumped off the window sill and went back into the house.

- stop shooting?

Someone on the screen asked.

"No," Yan Hang said, "Mourning."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at the screen any more, and exited directly, threw the phone aside, and leaned back on the chair.

Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior high school of No. 82 Middle School next door. When Yan Hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to take a walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked past No. 82 Middle School three times, and he was very impressed.

This school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out, glared at him, and watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan Hang wanted to blow him a kiss back.

From the day I moved in, for four consecutive days, whether it was after school at noon or in the afternoon, I could almost see this kid who was thrown from schoolbag being bullied in various ways. The bullying person and the way he was bullied were different every time Same.

Yan Hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after the move, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.

He glanced at the time, plugged in his earphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Do you love me?

Do you need me?

Do you want me?

Do you love me?

He hummed softly along with the music in the earphones, and he added a line after every line was sung.

"No."

Half asleep and half awake, Yan Hang heard a knock on the door, followed by his father's voice who had disappeared for a day and a half: "I'm back."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, he was very sleepy.

"Baby?" Dad called again while putting things down, "Dear Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

Yan Hang sighed in his heart, and when he was trying to wake up, his father walked into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan Hang!"

Before he opened his eyes, he felt that his arm was grabbed by his father, and he yanked it up: "Yan Hang, what's wrong with you!"

"Fuck," Yan Hang frowned and opened his eyes, his arms were pulled numb for a while, and his neck clicked, "If I really committed suicide, I would let you kill me right now. "

"Why are you lying in bed at this time?" Dad asked.

"Sleepy," Yan Hang looked at him, "You are in a good mood today, Your Majesty."

"I got some money." Dad smiled, turned and walked out, "Get up, let's go to a restaurant... By the way, I found a set of college English for you. People said it was a book from an English college. What else is intensive reading... I can't understand it, can you take a look?"

"Anything is fine." Yan Hang took off his earplugs and got out of bed.

"My son is awesome, he has never been to school," Dad said in the living room, "he can read college English."

"I have a primary school diploma." Yan Hang leaned against the door.

"Yes," Dad nodded, "I've always kept it, our family heirloom."

"... Let's go eat." Yan Hang sighed.

I just moved here two days ago, and I don’t know where there are good restaurants. Yan Hang originally wanted to use his mobile phone to check, but his father wanted to see his luck.

"Just go out along this road and turn left and see the second restaurant, how about it?" Dad said.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

From childhood to adulthood, my father liked this, leading him to create all kinds of unknowns, which can be regarded as a game that he has played for more than ten years.

The ending is sometimes a surprise and sometimes a shock.

Sometimes it's... a pain in the flesh.

Like today.

When they rented this house, the intermediary blew loudly, as if what they wanted to rent was the center of the universe. Fortunately, they had many years of experience in renting houses, and they could basically judge the condition of the house by asking the price.

It really is an old neighborhood.

But to my surprise, the intermediary didn't exaggerate too much, because at the end of the road pointed by my father, it turned out to be a bustling street full of modern atmosphere.

So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese grocery store.

"What should I do?" Dad turned to look at him.

"Choose the restaurant by yourself, and finish eating with your mouth covered." Yan Hang said.

"Go." Dad waved his hand and walked into the store.

When I walked in, I was very chic. In fact, there are many situations like today. My dad is very chic every time, but it is not necessarily the case when I come out.

"Crown Prince," Dad stood by the side of the road and rubbed his stomach, "Do you think we ate or didn't eat this meal?"

"Eat." Yan Hang replied truthfully.

"Do you remember how much it was at the checkout?" Dad asked again.

"940 yuan, I got a 846% discount when I got a card and saved [-] yuan," Yan Hang said, "It cost [-] yuan in total."

"It doesn't seem to be my illusion." Dad took out the card from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to him. "There are still 154 yuan. You can eat it when you want."

"It's a big deal." Yan Hang glanced at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.

"Go back?" Dad asked.

"Please eat noodles." Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Dad looked at him, "We just ate Xiao Yiqian's daily food, don't you think it's an insult to 846 to go out and eat noodles?"

"Do you want to eat?" Yan Hang asked.

"Let's go, let's go," Dad pushed him to the back street, "When I came here, I saw a beef noodle shop..."

This beef noodle shop is not bad, the bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the large slices of beef are covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.

"This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded while eating, "Let's eat first, and I will give you the 1000 yuan in silence after eating."

"Okay." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.

When he was almost finished eating, he raised his head again: "Hang."

"Ah." Yan Hang responded.

"Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked. "I think this place is not bad. Maybe I will stay longer."

"No." Yan Hang replied quickly.

"Then I won't go," Dad was also very straightforward, "I see that you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, and it happens to be able to get in touch with more people."

"It's two different things. I can get in touch with people even if I work part-time," Yan Hang said, "Besides, I never thought about going to school, not even elementary school."

"Yeah, why don't I ask the school if I can drop out?" Dad laughed, "I was scolded by your teacher Lu."

Yan Hang smiled.

Teacher Lu was the only teacher he could remember. She was a very kind and kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the elementary school graduation ceremony.

The old lady bluntly expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.

"Such a good child," she said, "I'm really worried that your father will teach him badly in the future."

Not long after returning home, Dad went out again without saying where he was going.

Yan Hang didn't ask either. He never asked in so many years. Dad appeared and disappeared completely irregularly. What did he do?

Will come back anyway.

got used to.

While his father gave him a strong sense of security, he also always brought him deep anxiety.

He tidied up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take out the things and put them away.

He doesn't have many things, a suitcase for clothes and a bag for his various gadgets.

Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in the luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad's life is like traveling, and it's all short distances.

He can't count how many places he has been to and how many places he has changed with his father. Sometimes he doesn't even rent a room and lives in a hotel directly, and sometimes he returns to the old place several times.

"I want to go back to the old place," Yan Hang fell on the bed, took out his phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."

There were a bunch of private messages on Weibo, Yan Hang casually glanced at them, there was nothing interesting, he sent one asking him if he would broadcast live today, replied "No", then threw the phone aside, put on the earphones .

Recently, I have been suffering from insomnia again, only in the afternoon when I felt drowsy, and was dragged away by my father's arm.

Yan Hang wore headphones and stared at the ceiling. In order to lull himself to sleep, all he listened to was the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar... His back was numb from lying down, but it was useless.

So he got up and changed into a tracksuit and went out.

It was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night, there were no pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a car drove past under the lonely streetlight.

The end of the road is bustling, and the neon lights will make the night sky red when it is the busiest.

As for his location, many cities will have it. The dilapidation behind the prosperity is like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.

Yan Hang plugged in his earphones, changed to the running song, took a breath, and started running forward.

He quite likes to run, it's the best way to kill his boredom.

Ran from the old residential area where they lived to No. 82 Middle School, ran around the school for a few laps, and then turned to the street. When passing by the Japanese grocery store where they ate today, he ran two more times to commemorate .

After roughly running the nearby roads and sweating profusely in the north wind, he returned home.

After taking a shower, he rummaged through his bag, took two pills and took them, and threw himself on the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.

Coupled with the effect of the medicine, he slept until noon before getting up.

Sitting by the bed in a daze for almost 5 minutes, I realized it was noon.

His head was a little dazed from sleep, and he had no appetite. Yan Hang gave up lunch, touched an English book his father brought back for him, and sat on the window sill.

Until the afternoon, he just sat on the window sill, switching between books and mobile phones, read a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.

The time was coming again, Yan Hang turned his phone, if there was no child, he would only broadcast live when he was extremely bored, and now, except for his few fans who are as boring as him, he also Curious about that kid.

Will you fight back?

To what extent will you fight back?

Yan Hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame, and turned on the phone.

Sure enough, many people were anxiously waiting to see it. He silently pointed the camera at the street, and soon someone was discussing it.

Why did this happen, why no one cared, Yan Hang sighed.

How can there be so many whys, he has long stopped asking why.

A few minutes later, the protagonist of the live broadcast walked into the camera first, which was the first time in a few days.

He was pushed over.

From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It is not clear what the road to the school was like before this, but this 100 meters is the last section of the gang before they go home. , generally coming here is like the climax before the end of a good show.

The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.

Maybe it was just an unconscious movement, but it was indeed his first movement that could be called "resistance" in the past few days.

Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

Quite heavy.

Then another boy kicked him in the leg.

Judging from this trend, it is estimated that one person will have to kick one foot at a time.

The bosses selling snacks next to them couldn't stand it anymore, and two of them yelled a few times.

But it didn't work, and a few boys pushed back viciously.

After watching it for a few days, Yan Hang almost understood that this child will not resist, I don't know if it is an illusion, he even behaved very calmly, as if he had isolated himself in another world, he couldn't hear or see To, also do not feel.

But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang's experience, they won't stop until he reacts.

Just walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took out a glass water cup from his bag and threw it on the protagonist's shoulder.

A very thick cup actually shattered.

"Today is a little bit over." Yan Hang said something, kicked his foot lightly, and jumped off the window sill.

- Brother Xiaotian, is he going to make a move?

-Be careful, why don't you call the police?

After swiping several items on the screen, Yan Hang put his hand in his pocket and touched it. There was only a mask, not even a key.

"I don't know," he said, "I can't watch it anymore, it's so sad."

After crossing the street, Yan Hang saw the protagonist's face clearly for the first time in a few days.

It's not an illusion, the expression on his face is calm.

Very calm.

It was so calm that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable. I couldn't tell whether it was sadness or something else. After all, Yan Hang only had a primary school diploma and couldn't find a suitable adjective.

Half of the broken glass didn't hit the ground, and was caught on the boy's finger by the rope on the water glass. When he raised his hand and was about to throw half of the glass towards the protagonist's face again, Yan Hang whistled.

It's very loud. Apart from running in a daze, Yan Hang is probably best at whistle.

Dad likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan Hang was trained to play a duet with him before he was in elementary school. The two sat on the side of the road and whistled to the little girls passing by every day.

The whistle attracted the attention of the little bastards, and they turned to look at him.

Yan Hang walked over without saying a word, put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under the roadside tree, facing the live broadcast, then took out his mask and put it on. He has never shown his face during the live broadcast for so long , have to keep the tradition.

The screen was very lively, but he didn't have time to look at it, the little bastards had already turned around, and two of them had already walked towards him.

"Are you sick?" a boy asked and stared at him.

"From today on," Yan Hang pointed to the protagonist, "I'll cover him."