A Lucky Coin

Lying on the bed on the first day of the junior high school, looking at the ceiling.

He didn't know how long it usually takes for such a long-lost reunion between a father and son who have such a good relationship for many years and are involved in two murder cases, to confide and calm down.

He was ready for a good night's sleep first.

But just before he closed his eyes and was ready to fall asleep, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Yan Hang walked in.

"What?" He sat up.

"Did you save Xiao Li's phone number?" Yan Hang looked at the phone, "I remember I saved it too, but I can't find it."

"I have," the first day of the junior high school took out the phone, "what to do, why?"

"Let him bring in some more barbecue," Yan Hang said, "and beer, which is not enough for the three of us."

"I'll make a call, let's call," Chu Yi opened the phone book, "you chat with Uncle Yan, chat."

"He went to take a shower," Yan Hang said, "I'll get him a suit."

"Take that set of celebrations, to celebrate being released from prison, to gain a new life, and to be a human being, right?" Chu Yi said.

"You really owe it to me," Yan Hang smiled, and turned his head to look at him, "Did you buy the big thick needle?"

"No, I thought about it," Chu Yi said, "Domestic violence offenders, breaking the law, not knowing the law, breaking the law."

"Get out." Yan Hang opened the closet door and took out a set of clothes from it.

He bought this with the first day of junior high school before. He met his father outside the court on the first day of junior high school and said that his figure hadn't changed from before, so he bought it according to the previous size, which should be quite suitable.

When buying clothes, he had a dispute with the color and style of the clothes on the first day of junior high school. He wanted to buy something with a little color on the first day of junior high school, saying it was a celebration, but Yan Hang still insisted on buying plain and low-key clothes according to his father's style.

Fortunately, I didn’t hear about the first grader, my dad’s current hairstyle, coupled with the bright yellow color I picked for the first grader... I think it’s very exciting when I think about it.

Everything about this dog has changed, except that its aesthetics have not improved a bit.

When I took the clothes to the bathroom to Dad, Dad was researching the shower gel shirtless.

"You want to wash in cold water, right?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, not as squeamish as you guys," Dad said, "Is this the same bottle of shower gel I used when I left?"

"What are you thinking?" Yan Hang was helpless.

Dad laughed twice.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and saw the scars on his father's waist and stomach.

It was obvious at a glance that the stabbing was deep. Even if it was completely healed, the marks of the knife edge could still be seen clearly, and every scar was sunk deep into the flesh.

He hadn't read Dad's injury report, but Cui Yi told him that the injury was serious, and two cuts caused damage to the internal organs, but looking at it now, Yan Hang felt that any cut could hurt the internal organs.

"It's okay," Dad knew what he was looking at, and said with a smile while putting the clothes on the rack, "It doesn't matter anymore."

"No influence and no influence are still different." Yan Hang said.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Dad said again.

Yan Hang smiled.

Xiao Li's barbecue delivery was very fast, probably because he was close and he was an acquaintance, so the two grilled meat skewers and beer were delivered quickly.

Yan Hang and Chu put everything on the stove and pot rack, and Yan Hang went into the kitchen to get a piece of butter.

"It seems like I haven't eaten barbecue for a long time," Dad came out of the bathroom, "I almost forgot what it smells like."

"Xiao Li's barbecue at the door." Yan Hang glanced at him. The new clothes are quite suitable, but this hair style matches any clothes with the breath of being released from prison. "The taste is not bad."

"Could you have some wine now?" Dad sat down and looked at the first day of the junior high school, "I used to just lick it."

"Now I can lick, lick twice." Chu Yi said.

"Then lick it." Dad smiled and picked up the cup in front of him.

The three of them knocked their wine glasses together and took a big gulp.

"Didn't you have a meal with Lao Cui when you came out today?" Yan Hang put a piece of butter into the pot, then put the meat skewers in and processed slowly, "It's not interesting."

"I eat with him a lot," Dad said. "I've seen him a lot these days, and it doesn't feel like we've seen each other for a long time. Let's catch up with you two first."

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't talk much, so I just sat on the side and listened to Yan Hang chatting with Uncle Yan.

This feeling was like going back to the past. He didn't want to go home for dinner, so he ran to Yan Hang's house to eat.

"Those two people," Yan Hang took out the processed meat skewers and put them on a plate, "How did you find them?"

"Let's find out," Uncle Yan said, "As long as a person is alive, it is impossible to be without traces, and they can always be found."

"How to find out?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Snakes have snakes and rats have rats." Uncle Yan took a sip of beer, "This kind of person with a case on his back is hard to find, and he is especially good at hiding, but he is easy to find. It’s also easy to find, the more you want to hide, the more unreasonable places will be.”

Uncle Yan spoke very easily, with a smile all the time, but he didn't reveal a single word of the specific content.

For so many years, there has always been some bitterness that I don't want my precious son to know, although the uneasiness caused by not knowing anything is quite unfair to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang could tell that his father didn't want to say more about it. In fact, he was just asking casually. He didn't necessarily want to know these things himself. The more detailed he knew, the harder it might be for him to get rid of the past years.

"I went back once before," Yan Hang said, "I went to the cemetery at the address that Old Cui gave me."

"No wonder I knew I was secretly taking pictures." Dad laughed.

"Do you have to go there again?" Yan Hang said, "Report to my mother, the task is completed."

"Let's talk about it," Dad sighed, "I don't always go. Every time I go, I feel that she should not thank me, and maybe she will come out and say that I am crazy."

"You can go and have a look," Yan Hang thought for a while, "Both brothers, the boss of that shop, I still remember you."

"Isn't he an old man now?" Dad said. "The restaurant's still open?"

"No, I said I'm too tired, so I changed it to a miscellaneous store." Yan Hang said.

"It's been so many years in a blink of an eye," my father sighed. "In this life, people really say nothing. Some people don't do anything all their lives, and some people do one thing all their lives."

Yan Hang didn't speak, picked up the glass and drank the remaining half glass of beer.

"How is your father?" Uncle Yan turned his head and asked.

Just stuffed meat into his mouth on the first day of the lunar new year, and quickly swallowed it down: "It's pretty good, now...it's here, too."

"Did you change your job?" Uncle Yan asked.

"En." Chu nodded.

"I thought he would call the police then," Uncle Yan smiled, "I didn't expect him to just run away."

"He's timid." Chuyi sighed.

"You didn't follow him," Uncle Yan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "It's really good, you are so courageous, you dare to show me there hand in hand, if you stay longer, I think the two of you will Hold hands and do a circle dance."

On the first day of the first day of junior high school, he didn't realize it for a while. When he realized what Uncle Yan was talking about, he suddenly felt as if he was hung in an oven, and it burned from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Gulp gurgling.

"...Who showed it to you!" Yan Hang, who was drinking beer beside him, choked up when he heard this.

"It looks like a show," said Uncle Yan.

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't know what to say at this moment. When an old fox like Uncle Yan spoke with a smile, no one could tell whether his smile was real or fake, and his tone was very peaceful.

But at a time like this, he couldn't let Yan Hang handle things alone, he had to say something anyway, just now he was praised for not following his father's timidity.

"I'm sorry." He said something.

Uncle Yan was stunned, looked at him and said nothing.

"I'm sorry ass," Yan Hang squeezed his arm, "Who are you sorry for?"

"No, I know." The first day of the junior high school paused, and didn't think about who I was sorry for. "Generally, there are two people on the TV. People kneel there and say yes, sorry."

Uncle Yan couldn't help laughing out loud: "The enthusiasm for speaking on the first day of the junior high school has not changed at all."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled embarrassingly.

"Anyway, it's about it," Yan Hang probably felt a little embarrassed, and cleared his throat, "That's it, if you have an opinion or not, it won't change anything."

"I have no objection," Uncle Yan smiled, lit a cigarette, and looked at Yan Hang, "I said before, you can do whatever you want, I haven't given you anything, and I have no right to ask you for anything , I just want you to come here as you feel comfortable."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Be guilty," Uncle Yan said, "Although it's useless to be guilty, it's impossible not to feel guilty."

Yan Hang filled three glasses with wine: "I'm fine now, don't feel guilty, after all, I miss you every day."

"I want to cry." Chu Yi said.

"Where is my Band-Aid?" Yan Hang dug into his pocket, "A Band-Aid is fine without a needle."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he smiled and clinked glasses with him and Uncle Yan, and took a big sip.

Yan Hang ate obviously more than usual today, chatting while eating and drinking, maybe all the pressure has dissipated at this moment, he seems to be much happier eating than usual.

He also ate a lot in the first day of junior high school. He was too embarrassed to look at the sign in front of him, so he took it and put it in the plastic bag next to him.

"What do you plan to do next?" Yan Hang asked Uncle Yan, "Do you want to rent a room?"

"Stay with your Uncle Cui for a few days first," Uncle Yan said, "I still have some places I want to visit... I don't want to go out when it's cold."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I guess you won't be able to stay."

"If you can't stay, you have to stay," Uncle Yan said, "There is no reason to run around now. I also think that after I settle down, I can take a good rest for a few years and then find a job."

"... How many years?" The first day of the junior high school couldn't help asking.

"Let's be lazy for ten or eight years first," Uncle Yan hooked the corner of his mouth, "Eat you two."

This smile could finally be seen to be teasing him in the first day of junior high school, and he sighed: "Yan Hang is lost, he is unemployed, you two are the ones who gnawed at me."

"Are you unemployed?" Uncle Yan looked at Yan Hang.

"It's strange that I'm unemployed," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I'm unemployed all day long."

"That's different. At that time, I saw that you were working very hard," Uncle Yan said, "I thought your target was the boss of your hotel."

Yan Hang laughed: "I haven't even met our hotel manager."

"If you are unemployed, you will be unemployed." Uncle Yan stretched his waist, "Look slowly, and bully the first grader first."

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

When the barbecue was almost eaten and the wine was almost gone, a strange cell phone rang in the room.

"Mine." Uncle Yan took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

"After releasing it in the morning, you can use the phone right away?" Yan Hang looked at him, "What about the new model?"

"Cui Yi bought it for me, crying and shouting," Uncle Yan said, "If you don't accept him, he won't get up on his knees. The number is still the same as before...Hello?"

When I first saw the mess on the table, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but I felt that I didn't have to worry about anything anymore.

He listened to Uncle Yan's phone call, and began to tidy up the things on the table.

The call should be from Cui Yi, tell Uncle Yan to go over and rub the floor, so as not to delay his sleep.

"When did Lao Cui develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early?" Dad stood up after answering the phone, "I don't have the key to his house, so I'll go there first, and I'm afraid he won't open the door any later."

"It's not too early to go to bed now," Yan Hang pointed to the clock on the wall, "It's 01:30."

"For you, you should go to bed early before three o'clock," Dad smiled. "Are you still insomnia?"

"Occasionally," Yan Hang said, "it's much better."

"Well," Dad nodded, and put his arms around him, "If you're fine tomorrow, take me out for a walk."

"Call me when you wake up," Yan Hang said, "I'm usually woken up when I go to work on the first day of the new year."

Chu Yi turned to look at him.

"I don't know if I go to bed early, but I will definitely wake up early." Yan Hang said.

Chuyi sighed.

Yan Hang sent his father all the way to the elevator of Cui Yi's building, watched his father enter the elevator, and then turned back to the house.

The first day of junior high school has cleaned up the table and is washing the dishes in the kitchen.

"You're not sleepy," Yan Hang went to lean on his back, "I'm sleepy even if I'm an insomniac."

"Call me bad, it's hard to say bad things." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed: "Remember the grudge."

"I'm early, wake up in the morning, please speak softly, the lighter you say I am, the more you can hear," Chuyi said, "Come to the point, say I'm noisy again, wake you up."

Yan Hang didn't speak, but was always happy.

"My life is too, too difficult." Chu put the washed pot on the shelf and turned around.

"There will be more difficult ones in a while." Yan Hang kissed him on the mouth.

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"I want a Japanese dog." Yan Hang kissed him again on the tip of his nose.

"No, no, no, aren't you sleepy, aren't you?" He stuttered badly on the first day of junior high school, probably because the notification came too suddenly.

"I was sleepy at first," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, and sniffed it against his neck, "but after smelling your body, I'm not sleepy anymore."

"I'm sweaty, maybe it smells like sweat," said Chu Yi, "and also smells like wine."

"Wait until you take a shower." Yan Hang said.

"You don't wash it?" Chu Yi said, "Do you think it smells good when you have a barbecue at night?"

Yan Hang couldn't help laughing: "I'll wash it. If you think it's fine in the bathroom, we can wash it together. If you think the bed is still stable, you can wash it first."

"...I'll wash first," Chuyi said, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll fall."

"Stupid." Yan Hang kissed him, "It's so cute."

After being scolded as an idiot, he obediently took a change of clothes to take a shower, and then sent him back to bed to cooperate with the sun dog, which is probably what he can do.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he closed the bathroom door, unscrewed the shower and clicked his tongue.

In fact, he hasn't thought about this matter for a day or two. After all, he has never had any communication with Yan Hang in this regard since he took advantage of it last time. He has been busy with various things. , Uncle Yan's matter did not go to court, and he was not at ease.

After the court session, he waited for the result. Although he was thinking about it, he was also afraid that Yan Hang would not be interested. If he left midway because he was not interested, it would be very bad, and it would not be good for Yan Hang's physical and mental health.

tsk tsk tsk.

On the first day of the junior high school, I rubbed my face.

For some reason, he obviously felt that he had been thinking about this for a long time, and he had made all kinds of psychological preparations, but now he still felt an inexplicable nervousness.

and sorry.

I don't know whether it's nervous or scared or nervous or scared. On the first day of junior high school, I feel that I can take this bath for 1 years. When I came out of the bathroom, Yan Hang was standing in the living room smoking a cigarette.

"You love me too much," Yan Hang said, "Did you sterilize yourself by the way?"

"...Go and wash." Chu Yi turned and entered the bedroom.

When he saw the things on the bed, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Yan Hang: "Demonstration!"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, took his clothes and went to the bathroom, "Get to know my little friends tonight."

In fact, my friend, that is, the condom and the lubrication that I don’t know when Yan Hang bought it, and... a press, press, massager next to it.

"Yan Hang." On the first day of the junior high school, he returned to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

"Ah." Yan Hang responded.

"You are really shameless." Chuyi expressed his emotion.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"What is that, what is it!" Chu Yi said.

"It's just a vibration," Yan Hang said inside, "Don't be nervous, it won't go in."

Chu opened his mouth, gave up the conversation, turned around and went back to the room, lay down on the bed, and tilted his head to look at the shameless three-piece suits neatly arranged on the bed by Yan Hang.

After watching it for a while, I felt a little curious again.

He reached out and took the shameless three-piece boss Da Zhenzhen over, studied it for a while and turned on the switch.

The low humming sound and the vibration he felt in his hand made him blush. After clicking his tongue, he turned off the switch and threw it back into the previous line. After thinking about it, he carefully put it back in its original position. , lest Yan Hang find out that he had moved.

I don’t know where Yan Hang bought this thing. I haven’t seen the express box recently. I probably bought it at the condo shop opposite. I can’t imagine the scene when Yan Hang walked into the store to pick these things. It's too adult.

Yan Hang's bath time was much shorter than his. When he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, he was always windy. It seemed that he had no sleepiness and was in high spirits.

"Little dog," Yan Hang walked to the bed, took off his shirt with a wave of his hand, jumped up and threw himself on him, "Come on, let brother kiss you."

Chu Yi turned his head and let Yan Hang kiss him on the cheek.

"You are, have you rehearsed and practiced your moves?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Get lost." Yan Hang said.

"As soon as you come in, you have to take off your clothes, why are you still putting on your clothes?" Chu Yi said.

"You wait." Yan Hang said as he got off him again, and rummaged through the closet.

"Looking for what?" Chu Yi turned around and asked.

"Find a bitch," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid you'll suddenly want to guide me in the middle of the job. I really don't want to beat you at this time."

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed: "Is it fun?"

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

"Always do it, hit me when I do it." Chu Yi said.

"Forget it," Yan Hang took out a belt from the closet angrily, and took out a mask, "From now on, this item will also be regarded as fun."

"Hey!" Chu Yi was stunned, turned over and sat up, pointing to the belt in his hand in horror, "It's enough to hit it with your hands! It's still leather! The belt sucks!"

"Tie your mouth," Yan Hang thought for a while, then rummaged through the cabinet again, took out a thin scarf, then threw him down with a palm and pushed him down, ready to put the scarf on his face When it was tied, it stopped again, "Should I call brother first?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Call, Brother Xiaotian." Yan Hang said.

"...Brother Xiaotian." Chu Yi called out honestly.

"Brother Hang." Yan Hang said.

"Brother Hang." The first day of junior high school followed him.

"Good boy." Yan Hang stroked the scarf, covered his face, pulled it to expose his nose, and then tied a knot on the back of his head, "I'll listen to what you have to say."

"... Aww." On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't know what to say.

"Who's the fuck?" Yan Hang reacted after a second, relying on his tacit understanding with the first year of junior high school.

On the first day of the junior high school, I laughed.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, but lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the neck.

On the first day of the junior high school, I felt that my breathing was a little tight and I closed my eyes.

Although he had the upper hand last time, he suddenly discovered now that in this kind of thing, it is obviously easier for people in the second round to appear to be of a higher level.

With the guy in the lead wading ahead, every detail is perfected, even the technical aspects of how to feel better.

loss.

With such a comparison, Yan Hang can immediately bear the title of old driver, but he is like a silly dog.

The first day was out of breath.

loss.

Very dissatisfied, but now I can only pant, and the dissatisfaction that I held back was swept away by excitement after a few seconds.

There is only one word left in my mind.

what.