A Lucky Coin

After these words were uttered, the room became dead silent.

Dad's furious expression turned into shock after a few seconds. He stared at the first day of the junior high school for a long time without making any sound, and his hand in the air remained there without moving.

The first day of the junior high school did not move.

He was also shocked that he would say such a sentence.

I didn't rehearse in my heart, I didn't think about it in my heart, I didn't even flash such a thought in my mind, but I just blurted it out.

In fact, since he was a child, his father never beat him. Compared with his mother and grandma, he is considered a moderate. Grandpa would make inexplicable ridicule. Dad just couldn’t remember what grade he was in and his class number. There are teachers and no one can remember how old he is...

Perhaps this kind of "not caring" has the same degree of harm to a child as verbal and physical violence, but the feeling was not strong at the time.

Embarrassing again now.

On the first day of junior high school, I don't know how to end now, whether to continue talking, keep silent, or leave.

After being silent for a while, Dad suddenly sat down on the chair next to him with his head in his arms.

On the first day of junior high school, he was a little flustered. He was afraid that his father would suddenly be unable to accept it and cry.

"Dad..." He walked over to his father.

"What's the matter with you?" Dad looked up at him, "Is there really something wrong with your mind?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he stopped.

Dad didn't cry, his eyes were full of depression and doubt, and there was a faint anger.

"My mind is pretty good," Chu Yi said.

"Then why do you like a man!" Dad patted on the table, "No wonder you were so indifferent to old Zhang's girl at that time! There is something wrong with you!"

There was no sound on the first day.

"You said you were a child..." Dad stopped halfway through the sentence, probably because he found that he couldn't continue with the entry point of "childhood".

"I haven't since I was a child, no one cares about me," Chu Yi said, "Then now, let's leave it alone."

Dad looked at him.

"I'm fine," Chuyi said, "I've never, never been this good."

Dad still looked at him.

"I'll tell my grandpa about it myself," Chu Yi said, "Don't tell me."

Originally, I wanted to add another sentence that you have to say, I will never finish with you, but thinking about the stimulation my father had already received, he swallowed this sentence without saying it.

After saying these few words, he turned around, opened the door and walked out without waiting for his father to speak.

When the door was closing, he stopped again, hesitated for a moment, turned around and went back to the house, picked up the food that grandpa had brought, opened the door again and walked out.

Sister Wang introduced a good job to him, but Yan Hang was not particularly interested. He felt that he needed to be quiet and think carefully about his next step.

While chatting with Sister Wang, the door of the living room was opened, and Chuyi walked in with two big bags.

Yan Hang glanced at the time on his phone and was a little surprised. He hadn't eaten yet, yet he had already finished eating with his dad on the first day of junior high school?

"You didn't, should you eat?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"No," Yan Hang looked at him, "Why are you back now?"

"I just ordered, and I ordered takeaway," Chu Yi said, "Two servings, let's eat together."

"Yeah." Yan Hang put down his phone and jumped off the bay window, walking up to him, "What's wrong?"

"I just told my dad," Chu Yi looked at him, "I said I like Yan Hang."

Yan Hang was stunned: "Didn't you go to pick up your dad and have a meal? Why are you still talking about this topic?"

"Ask me if I have a girl or not. I have a girlfriend." Chu Yi frowned, "I really don't. If you know what to say, just say it and tell the truth."

"Oh," Yan Hang responded, put his arm around his shoulder, and patted him on the back, "Is your dad angry?"

"Well, very angry," Chu Yi said, "I want to hit, hit me."

"Did you fight?" Yan Hang asked.

"It didn't hit," Chuyi said, "I blocked it, I blocked it."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "Brother Gou is awesome."

Sitting on the sofa on the first day of the lunar new year, he sighed: "I told him not to, don't talk to my grandfather, they said."

"Don't worry about your grandpa and grandma," Yan Hang said, "You still have to find a suitable way to tell the old man about this, or it won't be too exciting."

"Well," Chu nodded, "Me neither, I don't really want to sue, tell them."

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while he said again: "Did you really tell your father?"

"Well," Chu took a look at him, "Do you think, don't you think this is not my style?"

"No." Yan Hang thought for a while, "You really have this style now, probably too suddenly, I was more surprised than your father, so I went out to pick up a father, and came out of the closet when I came back, and I haven't eaten yet. become."

"I still want to eat after coming out of the closet," Chuyi clicked, "Your attitude is really, really good."

Yan Hang laughed, and sighed after thinking about it: "Actually, we two are pretty good... Has Zhou Chunyang told the family about him?"

"No," Chu Yi was taken aback for a moment, "If he said it, he might be able to, wouldn't he?"

"Nine out of ten normal families will be overwhelmed when this kind of thing happens," Yan Hang said, "Tell Zhou Chunyang to let you know when you're ready to come out, and I'm going to watch the excitement."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed: "Why are you like this?"

"After all, he's the one I've always wanted to fight," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "but I have to be prudent now, if I can't fight, then I can only watch the excitement."

"I found out that you can really be blind, and you are jealous." Chu Yi said.

"Is this blind?" Yan Hang said, "If you are really blind, you won't be able to eat it anymore. Last time you found a CP fan to record the video of your performance. I haven't eaten that vinegar yet."

"I..." I was a little dazed on the first day of junior high school, probably I don't remember anymore.

"Graduate soon." Yan Hang said.

"Soon, next month, graduation." Said the first day of the junior high school.

Speaking of it, time really flies. I still remember everything when he reported to school in the first day of junior high school. Even the store selling rolls and suits at the door has not changed, and now he is about to graduate.

But compared to others graduating, graduating from their school is quite simple. After the exam is over, they go to school to get a graduation certificate, and they are done. Those who performed well in the previous internship can continue to work, and others can find their own way out.

"I don't, I don't want to go to graduate school." Looking at the notification on the phone on the first day of junior high school, "I just know a few people from 403."

"Go, you are not familiar with other students, are you not familiar with the teacher?" Yan Hang said.

"That's right." Chu nodded, "And I paid it, I paid it."

"Cut you to death." Yan Hang kicked him.

On the first day of junior high school, he smiled, sat on the sofa and stared at his graduation certificate for a while: "I'm really a graduate, have you graduated?"

"I don't want to repeat a year after graduation." Yan Hang said.

"Have you graduated?" The first day of junior high school turned to look at him.

"I still graduated from elementary school, but I can't remember clearly. It seems that the school even held a farewell party," Yan Hang said, "and then I followed my dad away."

Because of the mention of Uncle Yan, the first day of junior high school didn't make it difficult for Yan Hang to be illiterate.

According to the time given by Cui Yi, Uncle Yan should have news by now. Yan Hang asked about it almost every other day, and he wanted to go back and squat at the gate of the detention center to wait for him on the first day of junior high school.

"I'm going." On the first day of junior high school, she changed her clothes and prepared to go to the graduation dinner.

"Zhou Chunyang and the others have arrived?" Yan Hang asked.

"Say it takes 5 minutes to arrive at the gate." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Don't drink too much, you are not as good at drinking as you think."

"I know," Chu Yi smiled, "They want to go to sing at night, but I won't go."

"It's okay," Yan Hang laughed, "Go, after all, you didn't make a sound when you performed the chanting last time. This time, all the female students should hear it."

"Uncle Yan, after Uncle comes out, let's go and sing," said Chuyi, "I'll treat you."

"Then scare him back to the detention center." Yan Hang said.

"I have a really, really good temper." Chu Yi looked at him.

"Because you can't beat me, so you have to have a better temper when facing me," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "Hurry up, you won't go out until everyone is here."

"Let's go." Chu Yi blew a kiss at him, turned around and ran out.

The dog has graduated.

Although it is only a technical secondary school, the diploma is harder than him.

His primary school diploma has long been thrown away... Is there a primary school diploma?

have it.

Probably, I can't remember.

Yan Hang lay down on the sofa, took his mobile phone and looked at the message Wang Qinqin just sent.

- Really not going?I have eaten at a restaurant, and it is very professional. If you don’t go, once my news is released, there will be a bunch of people snatching it up.

Yan Hang smiled, he knew the restaurant Wang Qinqin was talking about, and it was similar to the standard of their hotel restaurant before.

But Yan Hang still decided not to go, he doesn't want to go back to the same kind of restaurant at present.

He really has to continue working, his benefactor just graduated today, so he can't put two people's lives on a child... although he still has savings.

But he also needs some freshness, a different type, and a different working atmosphere. After all, his entire growth process is constantly changing, and there are countless freshness and stimulation.

Once this habit of the environment is formed, it is not easy to change it.

Before he can really find a job he can live in, he still wants to try more.

All night, he was slowly looking for local restaurants related to Western food, wanting to see if there was anything more attractive to him.

Just after nine o'clock, I called him on the first day of the new year, saying that he was going to come back after dinner.

"Aren't you going to read scriptures with your classmates?" Yan Hang said, "You don't have to open your mouth, just listen to other people's singing, and it's fine to have a lively and lively together."

"Forget it, Li Ziqiang drank too much, and kept pulling me to cry," Chu Yi said, "I can't take it anymore."

Yan Hang listened happily: "Did you do something to offend him?"

"I don't know," Chu Yi said, "Maybe he secretly fell in love with me for two or two years."

"Show face." Zhou Chunyang's voice came into the microphone from the side.

"Chunyang scolded me, scolded me, shameless." Chuyi said.

"Beat him," Yan Hang said, "Anyway, he can't beat you, so if you don't beat him, you won't beat him."

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed for a long time: "I will take a taxi, and I will take a taxi back."

"Bring me some barbecue," Yan Hang said, "You don't need too much, and you don't need seafood, just five skewers like pork tenderloin, fat lamb and beef ribs."

"...That's not a lot," said Chuyi, "Xiao Li has a lot of skewers. How big are they? Twenty skewers are worth it. How dare you say no, don't you need too many?"

"Go to the supermarket to buy a box of needles and threads, and ask for those big and thick needles." Yan Hang said.

"Why?" Chuyi asked.

"Come back later and sew your mouth shut," Yan Hang said, "I've been thinking about this for at least three years, and today I finally decided to make it happen."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he choked on laughter and coughed for a long time: "Okay."

Yan Hang didn't have dinner. According to Cui Yi, his father, who should have news in the past few days, has not heard from him. He couldn't find out why if he asked Cui Yi. He didn't want to cook a little bit.

But you will still be hungry, especially after ordering the barbecue menu at the beginning, you will be even more hungry.

Staring at the door helplessly, waiting for the first day of the junior high school to bring him something to eat.

After more than an hour, when Yan Hang felt so hungry that he wanted to cook by himself, he finally heard the sound of the elevator reaching the floor.

He stood up.

The door opened, and Chuyi came in with a big bag of barbecue, and said with a smile while changing his shoes, "Hungry, die."

"Yeah." Yan Hang put away the books thrown on the table, and when he was about to turn around to pick up the barbecue, the elevator outside rang again.

There are two elevators in the building. After living for such a long time, it is the first time he has seen the two elevators so busy, and there is such a short interval between them.

"Are you full?" Yan Hang went over to pick up the barbecue, "Did you buy more than..."

Before he finished speaking, an arm came in through the crack of the door when he changed his shoes and closed the door.

On the first day of junior high school, he felt that Yan Hang's reaction could apply for a world record, especially in terms of anticipating and responding to danger. He had never seen anyone who reacted faster than Yan Hang.

The moment the arm protruding from the crack of the door strangled his neck, before he had time to react, Yan Hang had already grabbed a stick through his pocket and stuck it on the arm, and it was very accurate , did not accidentally hurt his handsome face.

There was a gasp from behind, and then someone yelled in a low voice: "Ah..."

Chuyi grabbed the man's wrist, twisted it outward, and turned around.

But before he could stand still, this hand turned away somehow, and grabbed his wrist with a backhand.

While bumping into the wall unsteadily on the first day of the junior high school, a person flashed through his mind.

He couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Uncle Yan!"

The man let go of his hand and poked his finger at the door, which opened wide, and the light from the room illuminated his face.

Chuyi knelt on the sofa with one leg, half leaning against the wall, staring at Uncle Yan who was standing at the door with his arms covered, feeling completely blindsided.

"Good evening, Junior One." Uncle Yan licked his lips at him.

This smile that looked like father and son to Yan Hang finally brought Chu Yi back to his senses, and turned his head to look at Yan Hang suddenly.

"Good evening," said Uncle Yan, "Prince."

Yan Hang was still holding the barbecue in his hand, and stared at the door in a daze.

"Son!" Uncle Yan shook his hand, "Dear Daodao! Hey! Look here!"

"You released?" Yan Hang asked hoarsely after a while.

"Well," Uncle Yan smiled, "Your Uncle Cui picked me up in the morning. I kept him secret all the time, and wanted to surprise you."

"Shocked, shocked." It took a long time for me to say such a sentence.

"Dad?" When Yan Hang spoke again, his voice trembled.

"Well, it's me." Uncle Yan entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Acquitted?" Yan Hang asked again with a trembling voice.

"Aren't you a bit regretful that you didn't visit the prison?" Uncle Yan said.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, took two steps towards Uncle Yan, stopped suddenly, then turned around and rushed into the toilet.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was stunned, and hurriedly chased after him.

Yan Hang was bending over to support the toilet seat.

"You threw up?" The first day of the junior high school was shocked beyond description.

A person who misses his father so much that he can't sleep, finally sees his father, and actually vomits?

"Go out," Yan Hang kicked him on the leg, "I'm going to visit when I get a chance, right?"

"You're not, are you okay?" The first day of junior high school was very worried, but the worry still couldn't suppress his shock. He really wanted to visit very much.

It's the first time I saw a person who started with a vomit after seeing each other because of excessive longing.

In the future, he must not be separated from Yan Hang for too long, so as not to make Yan Hang vomit, which is not good for his stomach.

Yan Hang kicked the toilet door shut, and had to go back to the living room on the first day of the junior high school.

"Pour me a glass of water on the first day of junior high school." Uncle Yan had already sat on the sofa, "Did Yan Hang vomit?"

"Well, maybe I'm too excited." On the first day of the junior high school, he took Yan Hang's cup and poured a glass of water for Uncle Yan. "He asks Uncle Cui every day."

"You are still in the first year of junior high school." Uncle Yan looked at him, "The change is a bit big."

On the first day of the junior high school, she smiled a little embarrassedly: "I've grown, I've grown."

"It's not just growing up," said Uncle Yan, "it's growing up."

"Three years." The first day of the junior high school smiled and sat opposite him.

It was a bit strange to say that when he was alone with his father, he would feel uncomfortable, embarrassed, and unable to find a topic, but when he was with Uncle Yan like this, he didn't feel that way.

Although he would feel nervous when he suddenly remembered the words "meet the parents", and his palms would sweat from the nervousness, but he was not embarrassed.

He could even find time to look at Uncle Yan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, when he was wrapped up in tension.

Unexpectedly, the change was not big, and he did not see the traces of time and accidents like his father. Uncle Yan's appearance, smile, and eyes were still the same as he remembered.

It's just that the hair is much shorter.

"Uncle Cui said you are at work?" Uncle Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket, "Smoking is not allowed in this room, is it?"

"Your son, my son smokes every day," Chu took out the ashtray and lighter under the coffee table and put them in front of him, "I'm at work, right here, the auto repair shop where I practiced before."

"Very good." Uncle Yan lit a cigarette and looked at him, "I'm really not used to seeing you like this, and there was no transition in the middle, and you suddenly became so big."

"When you followed Yan Hang, you didn't see him, did you pass me?" Chu Yi asked.

Uncle Yan was stunned for a moment. On the first day of junior high school, he suddenly felt that he had said something wrong. When he wanted to make up for it quickly, Uncle Yan laughed.

When Yan Hang washed his face and came out of the toilet, he saw his dad happily rushing to the first day of junior high school with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing him coming out, Dad raised his chin at him: "You actually found out that I secretly took pictures of you?"

"Do you feel that you are invisible to anyone?" Yan Hang said.

"As expected of my son," the father said, "You can discover all of this."

"Didn't you keep following me?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes, "You don't know I found out?"

"Who has been following you?" Dad said, "I'm so busy, I took time out of my busy schedule to take two photos."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

Dad took off his cigarette and stood up, walking in front of him: "After all, I still miss my son."

This sentence was like squeezing two tubes of mustard into his nose. Yan Hang didn't even have time to react, he felt sore from his nose to his forehead that couldn't be suppressed, tears welled up, and even a child from childhood The big process was omitted, and the big ones slid directly to the mouth.

Yan Hang was a little depressed.

It's okay for my dad to see it like this, but it's too embarrassing for the first day of junior high school to see it.

He bowed his head and hugged his father, pressing his eyes to his shoulder.

Perhaps it was because of "hiding" that his emotions erupted so vividly that he could feel his hand shaking his father's clothes.

"I'm sorry," Dad said softly, "I'm sorry."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, he gritted his teeth and tried to control himself, in case he would cry out like a child.

"You are the most sorry person in this life," Dad said, "You are absolutely right."

Yan Hang took a deep breath.

For a long time, he had never heard his father's voice, so close, so real.

He couldn't tell if he was happy, excited, or wronged, he gritted his teeth and finally cried out: "I miss you so much."

Standing up on the first day of the junior high school, he walked gently into the bedroom, closed the door and sighed against the door.

When he reached out to rub his eyes, he felt the moisture on his face.

It's amazing, when the father and son met, he even cried...

But I just want to cry, very touched, and very emotional.

He lay down on the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

so good.

Great.

Whatever has happened, been there, changed, is now in the past.

I just don't know if Uncle Yan will suddenly become furious when he comes back to his senses and thinks about Yan Hang's coming out of the closet and the two of them holding hands to demonstrate in the court.

Will there be a fight?

If they fight, they don't know if they can beat Uncle Yan.

...What are you thinking.

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned over and hey hey hey to the ceiling.