A Lucky Coin

He can't drink enough on the first day of junior high school, but he knows that Yan Hang can drink well, so he is mentally prepared for Uncle Yan and Cui Yi's drinking game that even Yan Hang dare not join.

But I still didn't expect that the two of them could drink so much wine. The wine Yan Hang bought was gone, and they drank iced black tea for a while.

It was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night when the two finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Looking at the mess on the table and the ground, the first day of the junior high school, who has been a long-time worker for many years, was so sleepy that he didn't want to move.

"It doesn't matter," Yan Hang sat on the bay window against the wall, his legs dangling back and forth, "Let's clean it up tomorrow."

"...Let's pack it up, tidy it up," the first day of the junior high school hesitated for a while and stood up, "In case someone gets up in the middle of the night, go to the toilet and fall again."

"You really are." Yan Hang smiled and jumped down from the bay window, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Why, why are you helping me?" Chuyi clicked his tongue, "There is no rule, it must be my job, ah."

"I'm with you," Yan Hang said, "right?"

"En." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang basically followed two steps along the way. He put away a plate on the first day of the junior high school, and he put a spoon on it;

When he finished tidying up and started sweeping the floor, he sat back on the bay window, and the "together" activity was over.

On the first day of the junior high school, he glanced at him while sweeping the floor: "You used to..."

"My dad and I used to take turns cleaning up. Throw it away first, and then get it when you have time." Yan Hang interrupted him and replied very neatly.

"Then..." Chuyi said again, but was interrupted again.

"Later, I didn't fire much here myself. Sometimes I used paper bowls and paper plates and threw them away," Yan Hang said, "And then there was you."

"...Oh." Chu nodded.

In fact, no one cares about it. Yan Hang also cleans up by himself. After all, he is still a very particular person, but with him around, Yan Hang must be lazy.

Life is so bitter.

I have to do all kinds of housework at home since I was a child, and I have to do housework while going to work when I grow up.

Those who don't go to work smoke on the bay window to watch the night view.

……Happiness.

The two people who got very drunk slept until noon the next day. When Yan Hang was hesitating whether to ask them to get up for dinner or just ignore it, Cui Yi got up.

"I'm going to the office." He went into the bathroom and washed his face.

"Going to the office smelling of alcohol?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Go back and take a shower, wash your hair, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and go to the office," Cui Yi said.

"Got it." Yan Hang laughed.

"Your father probably sleeps until night," Cui Yi glanced towards the living room, "Leave him alone and eat by yourself."

"Shall I get you something?" Yan Hang asked.

"No need," Cui Yi said, "I'll just ask my assistant to order me a takeaway later."

"You have an assistant?" Yan Hang said.

"How many years have I been working, is it strange to have an assistant?" Cui Yi looked at him.

"No, mainly because I haven't seen it before," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad also said that he would be your assistant."

"Then I will have to be complained to lose my job directly," Cui Yi waved his hand, "I'm leaving, don't call me when you eat again, I can't bear it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

Dad has a strong ability to adapt. From wandering around with his son, to hiding and chasing murderers all by himself, to nesting in the detention center, and finally returning to an ordinary unemployed middle-aged man, the change along the way seems to have no effect on him. what effect.

During the time when Yan Hang was thinking about his new job, his father had been staying at Cui Yi's house, and sometimes he would come over to chat with him for a while, and most of the time he would hang around outside.

It is said that the mentality is different, and the world I see is different, so I have to look at it again.

Yan Hang had a hunch that this middle-aged fox couldn't stay still.

Sure enough, not long after, Dad planned to go out, saying that he was going back to his hometown to have a look, and then go to some other places.

Where is the other place? Yan Hang didn't ask much. Now that Dad is going out, he no longer has any fear, but he is a little bit reluctant.

"Come back and bring gifts for you two." Dad took a luggage bag and stuffed clothes into it.

"You coax the children." Yan Hang said.

Dad smiled and said nothing.

He lives in Cui Yi's house, but he puts all his clothes in Yan Hang's place. When he tidies up, he gathers them from the closet, and they are still the same as before. Just plug it in.

After stuffing all the clothes, Dad pulled a few more out of the bag and handed them to Yan Hang: "Help me hang them back."

Yan Hang glanced at him, smiled, and hung the clothes back in the closet.

Dad still understands his thoughts quite well. This action of hanging up the clothes without taking them all away is like proving to himself that he will never leave without saying goodbye.

"I'll be back in about a month," Dad said, "You have time to help me find a rented house, and I can't live with Cui Yi all the time, he thinks I'm a thief every night when he goes to the bathroom, he's so surprised .”

"Old Cui has such a poor memory, how did he become a lawyer..." Yan Hang was a little shocked.

"He has never had anyone else in the house all his life," Dad said, "I guess he won't be able to adapt to my living here for a year or two."

"Do you have any requirements for the house?" Yan Hang asked.

"Haven't you ever rented a house with me, white-eyed wolf," Dad asked, "I don't remember how long it's been?"

"I know, as long as you can live," Yan Hang said, "Isn't it... different now?"

"That's right," Dad clicked his tongue and looked at him, "It's bigger than your Uncle Cui's house, higher than his house, and better than his..."

"It's better to use the standard of being able to live." Yan Hang cupped his fists at him.

Renting a house for my dad is much easier than renting a house for his dad in the first grade of junior high school, because my dad has no money to spend, and the "inheritance" has not been used up yet.

"I'll go to the property, ask the property management," Chu Yi said, "It's available here, and renting is the best, okay."

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

The first day of junior high school is still very efficient. After speaking, I went directly to the property, and then I asked a family, four buildings away from them, the house type was similar, one more room than Yan Hang's house, but there must be no Cui Yi That set was big, but it was on the first floor, and there was a so-called courtyard of two square meters at the door.

"That's it." Yan Hang said on the phone.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Is there anything to see," Yan Hang said, "The buildings are quite new, with a yard."

"Could that be called a courtyard..." Chuyi sighed, "It's the same as the one downstairs, with a railing as high as my legs, around which even hedgehogs can jump, past."

"Fart," Yan Hang laughed, "Have you seen the hedgehog jumping in the garden downstairs?"

"Let me go and have a look," Chuyi said, "You haven't either, it's useless."

"Get lost." After hanging up the phone, Yan Hang smiled for a long time, then stretched his head out of the window to look at the "yard" downstairs.

It's really not a yard, you can walk back and forth in two steps, but you can put some flower pots to plant some green onions... Yan Hang's thoughts are a little bit far away again.

Although the goal of buying a car has not yet been achieved, I still think about my house at this time.

When I came back from the first day of junior high school, I had already seen the house and made an appointment with the landlord to sign the agreement.

"Quite efficient." Yan Hang gave a thumbs up.

"I asked, I asked about this, the housing prices in this neighborhood," Chuyi looked at him, "It scared me to death."

"You two can't buy a square meter with your monthly salary." Yan Hang said with a smile.

"Ah," Chu nodded, "Is it because I earn too little, or the price of the house is too low, are you sensible?"

"You've earned a lot," Yan Hang said, "Don't you have a lot of classmates who still can't make money?"

"Well," Chu Yi clicked his tongue, "For example, Zhou, student Chunyang."

"He doesn't count, he is gnawing on an old thing that doesn't live up to expectations," Yan Hang also clicked his tongue, "But... haven't heard you mention him for a long time?"

"If you want to drink vinegar, you can drink it directly in the kitchen or in the room," Chu Yi said, "why find Chunyang."

"He doesn't have a last name." Yan Hang said.

"Why bother looking for Zhou, Chunyang." Chu Yi said.

"Will you break the sentence?" Yan Hang said.

"Are you asking too much for us, stuttering?" Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang looked at him, and waved to him after a while: "Come here, little dog."

"Why?" Chu Yi looked at him warily.

"Rub your head," Yan Hang said.

"And then?" The first day of junior high school was still very vigilant.

"Let your mother come over and rub your head! There's so much nonsense." Yan Hang stared at him.

Chuyi quickly walked over, bowed his head and stabbed him.

Yan Hang hugged his head and rubbed it together: "Sometimes I suddenly think you are cute."

"I think so too." Chu Yi said.

Dad did go back to his hometown this time, to be exact, it was Yan Hang's hometown. After all, dad has no father or mother, so only he knows where his hometown is.

He replaced my mother's tombstone with a new one, and the writing on it was the same as before, except that Yan Hang's name was added to the person who erected the monument.

"I wanted to write about the Tomb of the Wild Ass," Dad said. "The old man who carves the stele won't do it."

"Your daughter-in-law is going to jump out and worry about you, she's crazy." Yan Hang said.

"I put all the things I put here before in the tomb," said the father, "it's a memorial, and I will be a father again with my son in the future."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

"I'll be back early next month," Dad said, "before your birthday."

"Can you give me some normal gifts this year?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes," Dad said, "When is the gift that is not normal?"

"...All right," Yan Hang sighed, "Just come back, don't worry about presents."

Dad didn't disclose his future itinerary to him, but he would call him every two or three days. There were two times when the wind was strong and the voice was floating, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain.

"I don't know where I went." Yan Hang gritted his teeth while flipping through Moments to see the current situation of his former colleagues, "You didn't take me with you."

"I'll take you, but you won't go either." The first day of junior high school was flipping through a book beside her.

He was going to take the elementary certificate exam at the end of the month, and he read the book very hard every day, but every time he could pick up his words, Yan Hang strongly suspected that he would fail the exam this time.

"Do you have holidays on November?" Yan Hang said, "I want to go out and play."

"I don't know, how long will it be on the [-]th." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"I..." Yan Hang turned halfway, and saw a circle of friends posted by the former boss.

The boss hasn't posted a Moments for 1 years. If it wasn't for seeing him in the contacts sometimes, Yan Hang would feel that he had never added him as a friend.

The photo posted by the boss is of a store that is being renovated. The area is small, but it can be seen that it is a western restaurant, and the accompanying text is to cook your own western food.

"What do you think, the former boss?" I don't know when I came here on the first day of the junior high school.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "It seems that he opened his own shop."

"Are you envious?" Chu Yi asked.

"I'm not envious," Yan Hang said, "You give me money to open a store now, but I can't do it either. I don't have enough experience, and there are too many things I don't understand."

"So modest?" Chu Yi looked at him in shock.

"Do you think I'm as shameless as you are?" Yan Hang said.

"You said that when you were handsome, you were not humble at all. You are humble." Chu Yi said.

"To tell the truth, what's the point of being modest," Yan Hang said, "I don't talk nonsense like you, cute, cute."

"No, am I not cute?" Chu Yi asked.

"Cute." Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him.

Chuyi smiled, lowered his head and pointed to the phone again: "What do you mean by being your own, your own...?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang thought for a while, "He doesn't want to do customization, does he? He mentioned in the book that customers can control the taste they want as much as possible..."

"Do you want to go?" Chu Yi asked.

Yan Hang glanced at him, the first day of junior high school is indeed his dog... Boyfriend, many times he can guess what he thinks without even a second on the first day of junior high school.

"Let me ask first." Yan Hang said.

"Then ten or eleven, I can go out and play." Chu rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Yo fart, why are you so cute?" Yan Hang patted his mouth with his backhand, "You don't necessarily have to recruit people, and you don't necessarily need me to recruit people... I don't even know him well, so ask first Say it again."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, "Don't be nervous."

Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed.

"If it was me, I would be nervous," Chu Yi also smiled, "It's fine for a while, or a while, but not."

"It's okay, you don't need to look for a job now," Yan Hang said, "Don't be nervous."

Nervousness is not uncommon for Yan Hang, but he will not be nervous when he makes a phone call to ask about work.

He glanced at the time and called the boss.

"Xiao Yan?" The boss answered the phone.

"It's me," Yan Hang smiled, "Good afternoon, Brother Tang."

"Why did you remember to call me?" The boss's tone was still the same as before, very serious.

"I saw the photo you posted." Yan Hang didn't make any detours.

"Oh, I set up a store with my friend," said the boss, "try a new form."

"Is it mentioned in your book?" Yan Hang asked.

"You...have you really read my book?" The boss seemed a little surprised.

"I read it," Yan Hang said, "I read it all after I got it."

The boss sighed: "You are probably the first assistant who has really read my book."

"I set aside some time for reading every day," Yan Hang said, "I read your book as a textbook."

The boss smiled, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you want to come over and try?"

"Well, I think it's quite interesting." Yan Hang said.

"Then come and try tomorrow, but I don't guarantee that I can use you," said the boss, "the store is not hiring right now."

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I'll just study and study."

The first day of junior high school is a little bit melancholy today, and it’s fine to meet a client who is more verbose than Li Xiao, and even gesticulate and guide him. When I changed the belt, I almost pushed him away and did it myself. At first glance at that position, Chu Yi knew that this person didn't understand farts. In order not to hurt him, Chu Yi's hand was strangled severely, and his fingers were already purple when he retracted it.

"Why are you so careless." The customer was stunned when he saw it, and he was no longer as excited as before.

"Go out." Chu Yi pointed to the door.

"Rinse it with water first," said the customer.

"Go, outside," Chu Yi still pointed to the door, "wait."

"Okay, okay," the customer turned and walked out, "Go ahead."

My finger hurts like it was chopped with a knife and dipped in hot sauce. I haven't experienced this kind of pain for a long time in the first day of junior high school. It's probably because I haven't been beaten for a long time...

It didn't hurt so much when I changed the engine last time and got hit on my foot.

He squatted on the side of the car, took out his phone and took a picture of his finger, and sent it to Yan Hang.

Looking at the time again, he felt that it was not appropriate. At this moment, Yan Hang should be interviewing in the shop of the boss... So he quickly issued another one.

-Do not bother me

"Did you watch too many Tianlei dramas?" Yan Hang called him an hour later, "Send a miserable photo and add a sentence, don't worry about me..."

Thinking about it on the first day of junior high school, I couldn't hold back my joy: "I didn't do it on purpose. I'm afraid you're here for an interview."

"I'm just interviewing," Yan Hang said, "It's a hypocritical thing."

"The interview is over?" Chu Yi asked, "How is it?"

"How did you do it with your hands?" Yan Hang didn't answer him, and sighed, "Small your feet last week, and your hands this week. Isn't your auto repair casualty rate a bit too high?"

"No one died." Chu Yi said.

"Ask how you did it!" Yan Hang said.

"The belt was pinched," Chu Yi said, "It's gone, it hurts."

"Come back and rub it for you." Yan Hang said.

"Then it will hurt, it will hurt to death." Chu Yi smiled.

"Then fucking come back and hit you again!" Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

On the first day of junior high school, I laughed for a long time and didn't speak.

"Boss asked me to go to work next week." Yan Hang said.

"Really?" Chu Yi raised his voice, "Going to work?"

"Well, their form is to set up a small table, and the guests sit there and watch, mix and match the flavors they want, and then make them out, and they have to be delicious," Yan Hang said, "It's not really innovative. , but he is more involved as a guest.”

"Listen, I don't understand." Chu Yi said.

"Next time if you don't understand, please interrupt me in time to save me from talking so much." Yan Hang said.

"But Xi, I like to listen to you and talk." The first day of the junior high school smiled.

"Get out," Yan Hang said, "Come back and smash your hands."

People still have to work, even a casual person like Yan Hang can feel it in the first day of junior high school. The news that he will go to work next week makes Yan Hang feel good.

After he came back, he didn't think about smashing his hands.

"Come here," Yan Hang sat on the bay window and waved to him, "Apply some medicine."

Chuyi walked up to him and held out his middle finger.

Yan Hang looked at him.

"It's the middle, the middle finger is injured." The first day of the junior high school explained.

"Then you don't need to pose in such a standard pose," Yan Hang said, "If you tell me, believe it or not, I will put you here right now?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly stretched out his fingers.

Yan Hang took some cotton wool, poured some medicine from a small bottle, and rubbed it on his fingers.

"What medicine?" Chu Yi asked.

"Don't ask every time," Yan Hang said, "I told you last time. I don't know. I don't know which old liar my dad got from."

Chuyi sighed.

But this medicine is quite effective, at least it can reduce the swelling.

Fingers don't look so scary after eating.

"You don't want to sue, tell Uncle Yan?" Chuyi lay on the sofa with Yan Hang's leg as a pillow, and checked the recovery of his middle finger by the light.

"Can you do it, pinch your fingers and tell your boyfriend his father?" Yan Hang said, "I was stabbed and he never consoled me."

"I said! That's what I said! You work! What you do!" Chu Yi put down his hand and sighed.

"He will be back in a few days," Yan Hang said, "Why are you in a hurry to tell him now, it's like telling your father that a child got [-] points in the test."

"Let, let him have a good time," Chuyi said, "Just, son, if there is anything, tell him right away, how happy you are."

Yan Hang looked down at him: "Childish."

"Then be childish, be childish for a while." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang was silent for a long time, then took out his phone.

Reporting his own affairs to his father, he seems to seldom do it, his father will not ask, and he generally will not take the initiative to say so.

Just like every time Dad disappeared and reappeared, he would not ask Dad's whereabouts, nor would he report his situation during the time he disappeared.

It was the first time that I called my dad after I found a job. I was a little uncomfortable, but I also felt a little warm for no reason.

"Dear prince," Dad quickly answered the phone, "Miss me?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "I dialed the wrong number."

"Then this is fate, let's talk for a while." Dad said.

Yan Hang laughed: "Tell you something... Actually, it's nothing, and it doesn't matter if you don't say it."

"Speak," said Pa, "let me hear."

"I interviewed a very interesting restaurant today," Yan Hang said, "I passed it, and I'm going to work next week."

"Really?" Dad's tone sounded normal, but Yan Hang was so familiar with him that he was still happy. I don't know if he was happy that he finally went to work again, or that he called specifically to talk about this matter.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, and told him about the format of the restaurant, "It's quite fun. When you come back, call Shangjunyi and Lao Cui to come over and eat together. I'll make it for you."

"You can go on your birthday," Dad said.

"It's my birthday, you guys come and sit there, and then I make something for you to eat?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes." Dad said.

"Whose birthday is it?" Yan Hang wanted to laugh.

"You," said Dad, "my son's birthday is Dad's Good Friday."

"...You gave birth to me for my mother, right?" Yan Hang was delighted.

"You got angry at me after she gave birth, and you scolded me when she was not in the delivery room," Dad said, "If she didn't have the strength, she could come down and beat me, and I suffered a lot."

"Okay," Yan Hang said with a smile, "Then I will serve you a meal on my birthday."

"That's right," Dad said.

After Yan Hang hung up the phone, he looked at him on the first day of the new year, and he almost heard what Uncle Yan said on the phone: "This, this birthday is very meaningful, little, Xiaoyan."

"Yes, Xiao Chu." Yan Hang said, "That's all there is to say, if you talk to me again, I promise to beat you."

"Alright Xiaoyan." Chu nodded.

After the two looked at each other for a while, they laughed together. After laughing for a long time, Yan Hang patted his face, leaned back, closed his eyes and let out a long voice.