A Lucky Coin

When Uncle Yan came back from playing around outside, he brought a lot of things, stuffing a newly bought large suitcase.

On the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang squatted in front of the suitcase and watched.

"It's all gifts?" Yan Hang asked.

"Not all of them are gifts, some of them are bought for no reason." Uncle Yan said.

"Do you think you have a lot of inheritance and you need to use it quickly," Yan Hang looked at him, "Out of revenge against me, don't you plan to leave some for me?"

"We have been outside for so many years, and we have never gone back," said Uncle Yan. "I can experience the feeling of bringing things back."

"Have you realized it?" Yan Hang asked, "How do you feel?"

"I'm exhausted," Uncle Yan pointed at the suitcase. "All the luggage racks can't fit it, and it can block the road in the aisle. In the end, the flight attendant carried it to the lower door for me to store it."

I laughed for a long time on the first day of the new year. For Uncle Yan and Yan Hang who never have any luggage when they go out, this should never be experienced.

In fact, he didn't experience it either.

He just went a long way from home to here, and since he had nothing to take with him, he had only a little luggage.

Yan Hang flicked the suitcase with his fingers: "Open it and have a look, what did you bring back?"

"Let's take a look." The first day of junior high school also imitated him and flicked it on the suitcase.

"Come on, let you have a look," Dad also squatted down, put the suitcase down, and opened the lid, "You two are so pitiful, you haven't experienced the feeling of someone coming home to bring you something?"

"No," Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi, "You have it, your aunt brought you something."

"No, it's the same." The first day of the junior high school smiled, "My aunt called me, went out and secretly gave it to me, came to see, and brought it with me when she saw me. Things felt different, too."

"Then let's feel it." Yan Hang rubbed his hands.

The three old men squatted around a suitcase together, waiting to see what was inside. This scene was actually quite silly, but Yan Hang didn't care about complaining about himself, so he found it interesting and even a little excited.

This kind of excitement, for him and the first year of junior high school, arrived more than ten years late. For many people, this scene should have happened as long as they can remember.

"This," the first thing Dad took out after opening the lid was a bag, "I bought clothes for the first day of junior high school."

"Ah! Thank you! Thank you, Uncle Yan, Uncle," Chu Yi excitedly took it over, and immediately took it apart, "It's T, T, T, T-shirt!"

"The size should be about the same. I bought it according to Yan Hang's number," Dad said, "You two are about the same now."

"Yes," Chu nodded, "No, he's not growing any longer."

"Get out." Yan Hang glanced at him, then turned to stare at the box, "What else?"

"This is for you." Dad took out another bag, "It's also a T-shirt."

"Let me see, what is it..." When Yan Hang took it over, he opened the bag a little excitedly, and then he was stunned, "It's the same as the one in the first year of junior high school?"

"Couple outfits." Dad said.

"... Isn't such a couple's outfit a bit wasteful?" Yan Hang looked at him, "We wear mixed clothes, now it's equivalent to two identical clothes for one person."

"Let you two wear couple clothes together, who told you to wear them in turn," Dad said, "Has your IQ infected the first day of junior high school?"

"No." The first day of junior high school was still holding his T-shirt excitedly, "IQ is inherited, inherited."

Yan Hang laughed out loud, sat down on the ground and had a blast.

Dad sighed, and continued to take things out of the box: "This one is from the first grade of junior high school."

"I still have more?" The first day of the junior high school took it in surprise, it was a pair of sweatpants, "ah, ah, ah, ah..."

"Ah what, it's endless," Yan Hang patted him, "As for being so excited?"

"Di." Chu Yi said.

"...Do you still have mine?" Yan Hang turned to look at his father.

"Yes." Dad nodded.

When he saw the same bag in his hand, Yan Hang couldn't help but said, "Just say you bought a set of the same clothes for us?"

"Three sets." Dad stretched out three fingers, "How about it, I'm sorry, I just bought one set myself."

"Is it the same?" Chu Yi asked.

"Who wears the same clothes as you," Dad said, "I wear children's clothes."

"It's so cute." Chu nodded.

"Continue." Yan Hang smiled and pointed to the box.

Dad doesn't know if he really has no experience in buying things for people, or if he has always been so dishonest. He and the first day of junior high school each got three sets of twin clothes that are exactly the same even in the same size, and five pairs of socks for each person. To be exact Ten pairs of identical socks were packed separately, and there was also a pair of underworld style flip-flops of the same size for each person.

"How is it?" Dad looked at them and asked.

"I like it." Sitting cross-legged on the ground on the first day of junior high school, he nodded his head.

Yan Hang has been having fun and never stopped.

"There's more," said Dad, "do you still want to watch it?"

"Come." Yan Hang said happily.

"The next game will not be a good gift for the brothers," Dad said, "It's different."

The first day of junior high school stared with interest.

"This is for the first grade of junior high school." Dad took out a box.

"The razor!" Chu Yi said.

"Yeah," Dad said, "it's a big boy, use a good one."

On the first day of junior high school, he bowed his head and opened his mouth from ear to ear. Yan Hang felt that this dog was really easy to deal with, and he laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes when he received everything.

"I didn't?" He asked, remembering that his father said that the players on the field are different now.

"No." Dad replied.

"I don't have a beard?" Yan Hang asked.

"I think the one you're using is pretty good," Dad said. "You don't need to buy a new one."

"Then he also uses mine!" Yan Hang pointed at the first day of junior high school.

"I don't know." Dad hooked his fingers at Chuyi, "Give it back to me. I just gave it to Cui Yi. I forgot to buy something for him."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned, and quickly put the razor behind him: "No."

Yan Hang and his father burst into laughter at the same time, he rubbed the head of the first day of junior high school: "Hey, well said, no!"

Dad bought a new earphone for Yan Hang, which he did not expect. His earphones have been used for many years. Although they are good products, they are somewhat old.

"Are you still using the old one?" Dad asked.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I've been using it all the time and never thought of changing it."

"This is good, listen to it when you try it," Dad said, "It's shocking before it's even cooked."

"I'll try it later." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

"The two of you will be gone from now on," Dad took out another box from the box and opened it, "Look, how beautiful it is."

It's a long glass vase.

As far as the vase is concerned, it is very beautiful. Dad’s aesthetics has always been fine, but it’s amazing to go out for a while and carry a vase when you come back.

But it is also possible that only Yan Hang felt amazing, because he expressed his surprise on the first day of junior high school.

"You can put it in the room I rented for you," said Chu Yi, "it's just right."

"Yes, I think so too." Dad nodded.

"What else?" Yan Hang looked into the box and almost bottomed out, "Where's my birthday present?"

"Is it your birthday today?" Dad looked at him.

"Three days later." Yan Hang replied.

"Then watch it in three days. Isn't the pile just enough for you to enjoy?" Dad said.

"...All right." Yan Hang smiled.

There are still some things in the box, all bought by my father, a vase, a few plates hanging on the wall, and a hat. The strange shape is a horror version of the night light that will definitely make you sleepless...

There is also a small jewelry box.

The dad didn't show it to the two of them, but Yan Hang could tell it was a ring box. He quietly touched it and opened it while his dad was letting Chuyi try on clothes, and it was indeed empty.

Probably put this ring together with those previous gadgets.

The box was brought back.

Yan Hang smiled. For Dad, the wild donkey should be someone he will remember in his next life.

After throwing down a bunch of amazing presents, Dad packed his clothes into boxes and moved into the new rented house.

The living environment has never been considered by my father when renting a house, but after all, this is a place where he has to live for a long time, and it is impossible for his son to buy him a house within a few years, so he still looked inside and out.

"Very good," Dad nodded, "This house is well lit, and it's easy to get in and out."

"You can plant something at the door," Yan Hang said, "I asked on the first day of the new year. You can't dig the ground, but you can put flower pots."

"Plant something..." Dad looked at the two-square-meter open space at the door, "Build a small shelf, and then bring some of Cui Yi's flowers over."

"Can you be kind to your only friend," Yan Hang said, "It's not easy for him to serve those little flowers."

"I won't kill his flowers. He helps me raise my son, and I help him raise flowers. How fair." Dad said, "That's the decision."

"... Oh." Yan Hang nodded.

After Dad came back, he didn't go out again, and he came to Yan Hang's place for food and drink.

When going to and from work, he called out when he passed by his father's door, and his father immediately came out to have dinner with him. Yan Hang felt a wonderful sense of solidity that he had never experienced before.

The work is going well so far. Originally, he thought that the boss would let him go to the back kitchen to try it first. After all, if there is a mistake in the front hall, the guests can see it at a glance, but the boss let him stay in the front hall.

"After all, the image is good, and it's a waste to put it in the back kitchen." This is the reason of the boss.

His job is to help the guests cook western food in the front hall. Sometimes the guests order him to cook, and sometimes he assists the guests to cook by themselves. However, in this form, it ends on time at [-]:[-] p.m. The back kitchen does it, and he can get off work after seven o'clock.

Life is like walking on a steady repetition with Dad's return.

The only thing that makes him a little speechless is that he has to cook for his birthday.

"Can we get a seat if we just go there?" Uncle Yan sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked back at the first day of the junior high school, "Didn't it mean that they only have three such tables in total, so they still have to make a reservation?"

Chu nodded: "Well, it's very popular, it's very hot, it's hard to find one, you have to line up, line up..."

"Don't rush to help him brag," Uncle Yan interrupted him, "We don't have reservations."

"Yan Hang stays, stays." Chu Yi smiled.

"You said I want to order miso toast or braised pork salad or something," Cui Yi said while looking at the navigation, "Can Chef Yan make it for me?"

"It's a big man," Chu Yi said, "I'm a bully, a kid."

Cui Yi clicked his tongue: "Did you learn from Yan Hang when you were thick-skinned in the first day of junior high school?"

"Yes." Chuyi nodded sincerely.

When he was about to reach the restaurant, the first day of the junior high school took out his mobile phone, logged on to brother Xiaotian's account, and posted a Weibo.

When Cui Yi parked the car in the parking space of the restaurant, he said: "I want to go straight, it's live broadcast."

Cui Yi and Uncle Yan sat up straight at the same time, one looked at the rearview mirror, and the other flipped down the mirror of the sun visor, and couldn't help laughing on the first day of the junior high school: "It may not be possible, I can take a picture of you."

"Get out of the car." Cui Yi opened the door and got out of the car.

"If you want to take pictures, you won't be allowed to take pictures." Uncle Yan also got out of the car.

On the first day of the new year, he got out of the car and entered the live broadcast room with brother Xiaotian's account.

"Is anyone there?" He pointed the camera to the ground.

-Have

- yes yes yes

- yes puppy

-Dog brother

- hello dog

-Camera, please turn the camera to face yourself or raise it to face Xing Tian, ​​thank you

"Today is little brother Xiaotian's birthday." The first day of the junior high school followed Uncle Yan and Cui Yi to the restaurant.

-God

-Come on, I'm several years older than Brother Xiaotian

- My son is almost his age. . .

- is it getting older now

Looking up on the first day of the lunar new year, Yan Hang came out of the restaurant and shook his hand at them: "There is a table reserved for you."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned. The restaurant uniform that Yan Hang wore today was the best-looking uniform he had ever seen Yan Hang wore, especially like the chief manager of a rich family.

... What's so good about the chief steward?

I don't know, but it looks good anyway.

In fact, it is a suit, black, and Yan Hang has a slender figure, and it is very eye-catching when he wears it.

"Brother Xiaotian is very handsome today." He whispered.

-? ? ?stop stuttering

- no stuttering

-He was so handsome that he could speak quickly! !

-. . . .I always thought he was so handsome that he stuttered.

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Live broadcast," he said, "Do you want a mouth mask?"

"No need," Yan Hang smiled, "Go, go in."

There are quite a lot of people in the restaurant. In addition to the three custom-made western food tables, there are also many booths, which are almost full, and the guests next to them will also look at the custom-made tables.

After sitting down on the first day of junior high school, I suddenly understood why the boss let Yan Hang stay in the front hall.

The cooking is good, the cooking movements are also very handsome, and the person is also very handsome. Where can I find such a chef?

"Welcome," Yan Hang stood by the table, put his hands on the table, and looked at them, "Thank you for coming over on my birthday and letting me cook for you."

"You're welcome." Uncle Yan said.

"This is what we should do," Cui Yi said.

- ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha is this uncle

- Ah, I'm so nervous, it seems that there are elders here

- and then sit up straight

- are we meeting the parents

- hello uncle

- hello uncle, hello second uncle

On the first day of the junior high school, he held his chin, looked at Yan Hang, slowly lifted the phone up, took pictures from Yan Hang's legs to his face, and then stopped.

The young ladies on the screen began to swipe the screen frantically. On the first day of junior high school, they could hardly see Yan Hang's face, and they almost didn't recognize the characters "Ah" and "Shuai".

I feel like I can't handle my phone.

"Can I make miso toast?" Uncle Yan asked.

The ladies and sisters who had just recovered from the difficulty on the screen suddenly filled the screen with haha.

"Okay," Yan Hang said, "I made it, do you want to eat it?"

"He eats." Uncle Yan pointed to Cui Yi.

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed and his hands were shaking a little.

"I want to eat a pizza covered with cheese," Cui Yi said, "put bacon and black pepper, nothing else is needed, the important thing is that there is a lot of cheese and the pizza is covered... I always want to eat like this, but no restaurant can Don't do that."

"You said it earlier," Yan Hang smiled, "I can make it for you at home."

- i want to eat that too

-hungry

- gosh i always wanted to eat nothing but cheese

"Okay, Uncle Cui's whole cheese pizza," Yan Hang turned to look at Uncle Yan, "Your miso toast?"

"Slices of steamed buns," said Uncle Yan, "with pork chops, okay?"

"...Okay." Yan Hang nodded, and then looked over to the first day of the junior high school.

On the first day of junior high school, when I saw Yan Hang's eyes in the camera, I felt that I was the same as the girls on the screen, and suddenly felt that my heart was beating.

- My God, if you really look at me this way, I probably won't be able to stand up

-it's me

-You guys are promising, stand up bravely, Brother Xiaotian is looking at me! ! ! !Our dog brother!

- how is the dog

- It should be fine, the hands are still steady and not shaking

- After all, there are uncle and uncle

- Please be more dignified and make a good impression on the two uncles

- the two uncles won't look at us at all

-so. . . . .

-I'm going to blow up! It's so handsome. I like the eyes of Brother Xiaotian! ! ! ! !

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang looked at Chu Yi and frowned.

-eat you

-you

- of course you

-reserved!

- Brother Gou wants to eat Xiaotian

On the first day of junior high school, the girls almost blurted out "eat you", and they gritted their teeth before stopping: "Little, puppy toast."

"What?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Puppy toast." Chu Yi said.

- Mommy hahahahahahahahaha

-Exclusive toast for puppies

- i'm going to order an oxygen machine

- I hit the table and give myself artificial respiration. After all, I am poor.

Yan Hang's eyes are indeed beautiful, and he was a little dazed at first glance.

In fact, he hasn't seen Yan Hang like this for a long time. He is busy with work and commute every day, and he feels that life is very fulfilling. Every night, he and Yan Hang complain about TV dramas for a while, or he watches TV and Yan Hang plays games.

Life is very monotonous and very warm.

Occasionally, when he suddenly looked up at Yan Hang face to face with a different mentality like now, he would suddenly feel excited again.

No matter how long it takes, no matter how familiar he is, no matter how boring getting along with him, Yan Hang will still bring up three layers of excited goosebumps in his heart.

When the live broadcast quit, the first day of junior high school is unclear, anyway, when Yan Hang started making puppy toast, his mobile phone had been placed face down on the table for a long time.

I'm really sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

"You little dog toast is just using toast to make a dog?" Uncle Yan said.

"Otherwise?" Yan Hang sighed, "I just pinched a dog's head bread for him. I don't know what the hell is puppy toast."

"A puppy spinning silk is a spider spirit." Cui Yi said.

The first day of junior high school laughed for a while: "Puppy vomits, toast is small, puppy eats toast, puppy eats, eats and calls it small, dog toast."

"You are also a big dog now." Uncle Yan said.

When he heard Uncle Yan's voice, Chu Yi suddenly came back to his senses, choked, coughed for a long time, and his face turned red.

Half of it was a cough, and the other half was that I felt a little ashamed.

He probably had some kind of eye disease, he could only see Yan Hang on the opposite side, he didn't see Uncle Yan and Cui Yi on both sides at all, thinking about his mind was full of Yan Hang, and the words he said pretending to be cute, suddenly I want to get under the table.

Yan Hang mixed cream and ice cream and poured it on the toast, then pushed the plate in front of the first day of junior high school: "Eat, puppy."

On the first day of junior high school, I took a photo, then grabbed a fork and ate bitterly.

Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little, probably because he came back to his senses, even if he had nothing to eat at this moment, he couldn't lift his head in the first day of junior high school.

"You can also get something to eat." Dad said while eating.

"I'm at work," Yan Hang said, "how to eat."

"...So pitiful?" Dad glanced at him, "Is it always like this? You finished it and watched others eat it?"

"I'll leave when I'm done," Yan Hang said, "Today I have no choice but to stand here and watch you eat."

"You can go away now," Cui Yi said, "it's okay."

"Uncle," Yan Hang looked at him, "I'm waiting for my birthday present."

"Oh, by the way," Cui Yi quickly touched his pocket, "I almost forgot."

He put a red envelope in front of Yan Hang: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you Uncle Cui." Yan Hang picked up the simple and crude red envelope and put it in his pocket.

"Come on," Dad put his hand into his pocket, "this birthday present is absolutely normal."

Yan Hang looked at him, he took out a small jewelry box from his pocket, and handed it over.

This is the jewelry box I saw in the suitcase that day, it was empty at the time, Yan Hang took it over: "This is not..."

"Did you peek at it?" Dad said, "It's on the lower floor."

Yan Hang glanced at his father: "How many eyes do you have?"

"Two." Dad clicked his tongue, "I brought you up, and I know everything about what you think, what you see, what you do, and what you do."

Yan Hang smiled and opened the box.

The box was still empty, and he picked up the small partition in the middle according to his father's instructions. Below it was a silver pendant with a black string.

It looks very ordinary, but when Yan Hang picked it up, he could see that there were two fingers hooked together on the pendant, which was the same as the hand gesture that was not allowed to change for 100 years when he was hanging from a hook when he was a child.

He looks at Dad.

"I did," Dad said.

"You did it?" Yan Hang was very skeptical, "If you say it was done in the first year of junior high school, I can still believe it. When did you have this skill?"

"I found a master craftsman to customize it. I drew a picture and knocked twice," Dad said, "so I made it."

Yan Hang laughed and looked at the pendant in his hand: "Is there any meaning?"

"No," Dad said, "I just hope you're all well."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded and looked towards the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood up suddenly and picked up his bag from the chair.

"Why?" Yan Hang asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Come out, come out for a while," the first day of the junior high school looked a little embarrassed, "I will send you a gift outside."

"Ouch," Cui Yi smiled, looking at his father, "We should go out."

"Not going out," Dad said, "let them go out."

"Let's go." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the junior high school, he walked out of the restaurant with his bag in front of him. Yan Hang confessed to his colleague and followed him out.

He walked all the way to the corner, stopped on the first day of the junior high school, looked around, and then pointed to a rockery fountain next to him: "There."

Yan Hang followed him and watched him squat down on the grass next to the fountain.

"Why are you here?" Yan Hang asked.

"The environment is good." The first day of the junior high school pointed to the surroundings, "There are mountains, water, grass, and grass."

"Okay," Yan Hang also squatted down, next to him, "Let me see what kind of gift can only be seen in such a good environment."

"I made it myself." The first day of the junior high school carefully took out a box the size of a shoebox from the bag, "I didn't do it well, it's not very good."

"It's okay, I like whatever it is made of." Yan Hang said.

"We both want to buy, but buying a house may not be easy, it's too easy," Chu put the box on the grass, and whispered while removing the wrapping paper on it, "It's probably good, it's been many years, so..."

The first wrapping paper was peeled off.

Yan Hang froze when he saw what was inside.

This is a model of a small house. From the top and side, you can see various furnishings in the house, such as tables and chairs, cabinets, beds, sofas, and even small vases on the coffee table.

"Three bedrooms, two halls, and two living rooms." The first day of the junior high school pointed at the model. "I made the bedroom, study room, guest room, and furniture, but I didn't do it well. The doors of the cabinets would not open."

Yan Hang didn't speak, and looked at the model fixedly.

"Small decorations are not made by me, but bought," Chuyi said, "I have to choose from so many, I am too picky, and I don't know what style or style you like."

"En." Yan Hang responded, feeling a little tight in his throat.

"Before you can afford a house," Chu Yi turned his head to look at him, "just use this first, enjoy yourself? If you like it, tell me if you like it, and I'll add it in."

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"If you want to expand, you can also add it." Chuyi said.

"I think this is big enough," Yan Hang said, "Can I add a small sofa to the bedroom?"

"Yes," Chuyi said with a smile, "I can make a sofa, I can do it."

"The kitchen lacks a hood." Yan Hang said.

"Oh yes," Chu Yi took a look, "I forgot..."

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang poked his chin lightly with his finger, "Thank you."

"Happy birthday." Chuyi said.

"I'm happy with you." Yan Hang leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

(End of text)

The author has something to say: just end the text in the most normal state ⊙▽⊙.

Love you guys.

Tomorrow will start to update the extra episode ha o(≧口≦)o.Thank you to the little goldfish who have been with me for several months, meme da o(≧口≦)o.