A Lucky Coin

He was a little nervous when he went to school in the morning on the first day of the new year. He knew that bastards like Liang Bing would not be able to get up so early, but if he didn't sleep at all, it would be hard to say.

He looked left and right as he walked out of the corridor.

Mom also went out today, following behind him: "Aren't you leaving? What are you doing here!"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Mom ignored him and rode a bicycle away.

On the first day of junior high school, he also walked out quickly, instead of taking the usual path, he made a small half-circle from another intersection to the street before walking towards the school.

Mom didn't pay any attention to his behavior, and probably didn't notice.

But he hasn't told his family that he's always being asked for trouble for many years. How long has it been... probably since kindergarten?

After grandma got into a fight with the principal in the kindergarten shirtless, even if he was beaten by a child, he would not say a word again.

But grandma will still have a way to know, even if she doesn't have a way to know, someone will come to tell her, just to provoke her to make fun of it.

The next thing was when he came home, his grandma scolded him, his grandpa didn't seem to hear, his mother taunted him, and his father... If his father was at home, he would buy him some food as comfort.

It is impossible to get help and a sense of security from home. I knew it when I was very young in the first day of junior high school. He has to face and solve all these things by himself.

When both resistance and friendly communication failed, the only way he could think of was silence and patience, trying to make himself as unobtrusive as possible, for example, he was still wearing his old school uniform today.

A person who has been wearing an old school uniform all year round is bound to cause some trouble if he suddenly wears a new tracksuit that doesn't fit well.

Fortunately, this invisibility state has been used for a long time.

The first time he saw Yan Hang wearing a mask arrogantly bringing Li Zihao and the others down while broadcasting live, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

It is probably impossible for me to have Yan Hang's aura in my life.

Full of confidence and arrogance.

He doesn't need Yan Hang's protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan Hang. Under Yan Hang's arrogant appearance, he is a peaceful and casual person.

It's been a long time since anyone talked to him like this, very ordinary, very ordinary communication.

What's more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates, he has a temperament that he has never seen before.

The kind that neither good students nor bad students have.

Unfortunately.

It would be fine if you didn't get close to Yan Hang from the beginning, and now you don't need to worry about Yan Hang leaving one day.

Lose it after you get it, no, knowing that you will lose it when you get it but don't know when to lose it is more disappointing than never getting it.

"First day!" Someone shouted behind him.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he bowed his head and didn't respond. He didn't even need to look at the voice to know it was Li Zihao.

Now that he lives in the street, there are many people going to work and school, Li Zihao will not do anything to him, at most he will make fun of him, so he just needs to be silent.

Don't even have to run.

"Deaf?" Li Zihao slumped on the bicycle and slid to his side, "Didn't your boss send you to school?"

The first grade of junior high school continued to move forward.

"Does your boss think that hitting me once is over?" Li Zihao said.

beat?

Yan Hang hit Li Zihao?

I was a little surprised on the first day.

"You give him a message, if my dad didn't stop me," Li Zihao said, "I can let him live in such a calm these two days?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Li Zihao.

"It's just a waiter in my dad's shop, what a fart!" Li Zihao pulled the corner of his mouth fiercely, "Now that he's fired, I don't know which restaurant to go to do the dishes!"

Li Zihao's father opened a coffee shop on this street, and most of the schoolmates knew about it, but on the first day of junior high school, he didn't expect that the place where Yan Hang went to work would be Li Zihao's shop.

And beat Li Zihao?

And get fired?

"Did you hear that!" Li Zihao reached out and patted him on the head.

Chu Yi stopped abruptly.

"What?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Hey, are you going to fight me?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't make a sound, and after a pause, he continued to walk forward.

Li Zihao was alone, not as imposing as when he was with a few people. If he didn't respond on the first day of junior high school, he lost his energy and rode away by himself.

After watching Li Zihao disappear, Chu Yi stopped again, bent over to support his knees, and took a few deep breaths.

Li Zihao was surprised, and he was also surprised.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time, and wanted to copy something and hit Li Zihao on the head.

For so many years, he has long been used to and accepted this kind of life, and he has also found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.

No matter what humiliation and injury he faces, he can remain calm.

This is part of his life, and if he can't calm himself down, he won't be able to live this day.

But today, his mood suddenly fluctuated so much that he was taken aback.

Yan Hang didn't sleep all night, and he became a little dazed after dawn, but it didn't last long, probably not more than an hour.

Lying sore all over his body, he had to get up.

It's past the rush hour for work and school, and now I stand at the window and look out, there are very few people on the street.

The sun was shining brightly, and there was warmth in the air.

After washing up, he became more awake, Yan Hang changed his clothes and went out.

I went around and bought toast and eggs, as well as black pepper and tomato sauce.

After returning home, I made myself a very delicate toast omelette, poured a glass of milk, sat on the window sill and ate it slowly.

When you are bored or in a bad mood, finding something to be delicate can relieve a lot.

Dad said.

Usually, this trick works just fine, but today... that's it.

He still feels sad after eating toast and fried eggs.

After all, it is different from the usual state that I am accustomed to now.

The letter under the coffee table was like a vat on his head.

After breakfast, he went out again, planning to wander around to see if there was any suitable place to work.

The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very busy, but he couldn't go to the bridge that day because he was hunting for treasure in the river on the first day of the new year.

Came here today and found it to be pretty good.

Western style.

Yan Hang has a clear goal in finding a place to work. It has something to do with Western food. He has always wanted to cook Western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. Everything he sees, hears, and touches is the same He can learn a lot about what he wants to do.

There is a very fashionable street next to the commercial plaza, with all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan Hang turned in and walked slowly.

After walking half a street, I saw a western restaurant looking for waiters.

He went in.

After school at noon today, it was the first time I went home alone in the first day of junior high school.

Li Zihao didn't bother him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn't know if they had received information from Li Zihao, but they just followed him from a distance and didn't approach him.

In the first day of junior high school, I even felt a little unaccustomed.

When passing by Yan Hang's house, he hesitated and crossed the street.

Yan Hang's house drew the curtains, and he knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered.

On the first day of the new year, I insisted on knocking twice more, and after confirming that no one was at home, I turned around in disappointment, bowed my head and walked back.

Just after taking two steps, a leg stretched out and stopped in front of him.

He saw the shoes at a glance, they were Yan Hang's shoes.

Yan Hang is probably a fan of NB, and all the shoes are NB.

"Buy road money." Yan Hang said, reaching out his hand in front of him.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took out a piece of one yuan bill in his pocket, and put it in his hand.

"Aren't you rich?" Yan Hang said.

"This is the public, shared area," Chuyi pointed at his feet, "You don't want to collect it anymore, just collect a few, right?"

Yan Hang laughed: "Have you eaten yet?"

"Go home, eat at home," Chu Yi smiled, "You went shopping, did you go shopping?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "I went looking for a job."

"Look, have you arrived yet?" asked immediately on the first day of junior high school.

"Nonsense, I'm not looking for any awesome job, can't I find a job as a waiter?" Yan Hang took a cigarette and drank, "There's a western restaurant over there, I'll take you there."

Chu nodded, thought for a while, then asked softly hesitantly: "Did you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"

"Well, I beat him, maybe three or four times." Yan Hang wrenched his fingers, and looked at him after a while, "Who is Li Zihao?"

"Just, that day..." Chuyi pointed across the street.

"His name is Li Zihao," Yan Hang said, "He was beaten. He took the wrong medicine and came to me to challenge him. I'll be sorry if I don't beat him up."

"So you are lost and unemployed." The first day of the junior high school sighed.

"I have to lose my job several times a year," Yan Hang said, "You have to sigh at least eight more times."

The first day I looked at him.

"Besides, it's none of your business. Why are you depressed?" Yan Hang said, "I fight and fight big ones, and I fight when I see who doesn't like it. There doesn't necessarily have to be a reason."

"I am very, envious of you." Chuyi said.

"What are you envious of?" Yan Hang asked, "Fight?"

"No, no," Chu Yi looked at him, "You are very, very free."

Yan Hang also looked at him, didn't speak for a long time, finally smiled, and patted him lightly on the arm: "You know what a fart, go back to eat, and you will suffer again when it's late."

There was no timeout when I got home on the first day of the new year, and my mother was cooking in the kitchen, which smelled delicious.

He put away his schoolbag and went into the kitchen, washing the bowl next to him which had finished beating eggs before his mother could speak.

"Go do your homework," my mother said, "I've finished all the work, and I can feed you food if you come back later."

On the first day of the new year, I didn't make a sound, tied up the full garbage bag, found a plastic bag and put it on the garbage can, and then walked out of the kitchen.

Grandma didn't have time to pay attention to him today, so she sat on the sofa and made a phone call: "Go and make trouble, if you don't make trouble like this, who can do it for you... What a few working days, don't believe it! Just Lie to us ordinary people... I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the ground in their hall! You see, they don't care!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he walked into the room and sat on his bed.

Yesterday's sportswear hadn't been washed yet. When he took it over to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and placed on the bedside.

He was stunned, and didn't bother to judge whether there was a lack of money. He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and after making sure that there were no steel coins in the pile of change, he jumped up suddenly.

The only ones in the family who touch the money in his pocket are his mother and grandma.

Grandma was on the phone... He didn't have the courage to ask if he didn't call, so he could only go into the kitchen: "Mom."

"What are you doing?" Mom said impatiently.

"I'll carry the money in the sportswear pocket..." Chu asked in a low voice, "Yes, yes, yes..."

"I took six yuan and went to the canteen to buy soy sauce. It was six yuan short," my mother said, turning her head to the living room and raising her voice. "Your grandma doesn't even have six yuan change! I'll just take yours."

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he rushed out of the house without even bothering to tell grandma where he was going.

He doesn't mind his mother taking his pocket money at all, anyway, the pocket money was originally given to him by his mother.

But today the six yuan is not enough, six yuan, five yuan a piece, and one must be a steel coin.

This is not an ordinary steel coin, this is the amulet Yan Hang gave him!

Although Yan Hang said that all steel talismans are amulets, this steel talisman is not an ordinary amulet, it is a steel talisman.

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, I ran to the canteen without losing my breath, and slapped the counter: "Steel iron!"

"Oh, what are you doing!" The boss startled him.

"My mother just bought it, soy sauce!" I rarely felt that my stuttering was inconvenient in the first day of junior high school. It was nothing more than saying a few words less, or speaking slowly. Only now did I realize how anxious stuttering is, "Yes , isn’t there a steel forge!”

The boss rummaged through the box where he received the change for no apparent reason: "Probably, I just collected the money, and here is only about twenty yuan, just this one steel coin."

"Give it to me!" Chu Yi yelled, and took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket, "Here you are, this."

"In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel coin and looked at it, "Those who didn't know thought you were a gold coin."

On the first day of the junior high school, I took the steel coin back from the boss, and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on this steel coin. I can only be thankful that the boss has accepted this steel coin right now.

"Thank you," Chuyi said, "No, no, sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay," the boss said, "I'm so sweaty, what are you doing?"

This is a steel hammer!Can you be in no hurry?

On the first day of the junior high school, I held this small piece of meat and went home.

As soon as he entered the door, he was pointed and scolded by his grandma, and he didn't feel much. Anyway, he usually didn't think well when his grandma scolded him.

After putting the penny into the pencil case, he felt at ease, and lay down on the bed without wanting to move.

It was getting dark a little bit.

After taking a nap at noon, it was past three o'clock when he woke up. Yan Hang sat on the window sill for a few hours, staring at the sky in the distance.

Sometimes after a long time, you can see the change of the sky color from bright to dark every frame, and you can even see a slight freeze when the light and dark are excessive.

I don't know if he is the only one who is extremely bored and disturbed to have such meaningless observations.

The off-duty rush hour passed, and the people and cars on the street disappeared bit by bit into the night, and my eyes became a little empty.

It was a little surprising that I didn't see the first day of junior high school when school was over in the afternoon.

He jumped off the window sill and sent a message to Chuyi.

- you didn't go home

- back, another way

- oh , thought you were stuck again

Yan Hang drank his saliva, wondering if he should eat something to eat at night, and the news of the first day of junior high school came again.

- do you run at night, i'll find you

-What time is it

-Maybe ten o'clock, I have to finish my homework before going out

- it's ok, midnight is fine

- then wait for me

-Um

and so on.

This word has a different meaning to Yan Hang.

He has been waiting.

Waiting for departure, waiting for arrival, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.

Waiting for the day to stop.

Waiting for Dad to tell him why one day.

I didn't eat lunch, Yan Hang felt a little hungry at the moment, it seems that I still have to eat dinner.

He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese butter onion potato bacon, quite complete.

Make a bacon gratin.

He started the live broadcast with his mobile phone, as usual, set up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and started cooking in silence.

A few old fans on the screen are still very lively.

- I'll lick this hand first

- isn't the handsome guy here today

-The first day the little handsome guy was away, I missed him

-Brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today

- Can such a big mask show emotions?

"The rice is left over from yesterday." Yan Hang picked up the pot and put the butter in, "After the butter melts, pour in whatever you want..."

-rough

- very quack

"Then stir, stir, stir..." Yan Hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.

- thought you stuttered too

- Infected by the handsome guy? 233333

Yan Hang smiled: "After mixing everything well, pour it into a bowl and compact it, and then sprinkle with shredded cheese... After that, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes and then eat."

He quit the live broadcast and threw his phone aside.

Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.

It wasn't until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned around and picked up the knife next to him.

He didn't know why he had such a reaction, but under his father's intentional or unconscious training, such a reaction seemed to have grown in his body, just like those vague unease.

"Dear princes!" Dad's voice came from the living room, "Are you home, baby?"

Yan Hang put down the knife and walked out of the kitchen: "I'm cooking."

"Do you have mine?" Dad asked, kicking the shoes aside.

"Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan Hang looked at him, feeling that his father was tired.

"Eat," Dad walked up to him and stared at him for a long time, "Hang."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

"I suddenly feel that you have grown up." Dad said.

"Then you're a little slow," Yan Hang said, "I don't think I've been underestimated."

Dad laughed, and after laughing for a while, he opened his arms and hugged Yan Hang: "I've always felt sorry for you."

Yan Hang paused, hugged Dad, and then quickly touched him.

"It's not hurt," Dad said.

Yan Hang hugged his father, and remained silent for a while but still didn't hold back the words: "Dad."

"Huh?" Dad patted him on the back.

"I'm scared." Yan Hang said softly.