A Lucky Coin

Sitting in the rest area in the first day of junior high school, I listened to a few old masters chatting about cars. They would chat during their breaks every day, but among the young employees who are willing to sit here and listen, probably only the first day of junior high school.

The other young people went to the back door of the factory to smoke and brag.

On the first day of the junior high school, he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like to brag. After all, he has real people around him. If Uncle Yan really brags, he can make the bull cover the night in broad daylight.

He also likes to listen to the chats of the masters. Most of the time they talk about cars or car repairs, which sounds more interesting than class.

"Do you want to buy a car on the first day of junior high school?" Master Liu asked.

"Just think about it." Chu Yi smiled.

"You want to buy a car then, call me," Master Liu said, "I'll take a look for you."

"En." Chu nodded.

"He will live another two years, and his level may not be worse than yours," Master Wang said with a smile. "Among this group of young people, he is the most hardworking."

"That's true," Master Liu took a puff of cigarette, "I've been here for more than half a year, now I have no problem getting a car myself."

"There are still some," said the first day of the junior high school, "but no, don't be afraid if you don't understand, there are you."

"This kid." Master Wang patted him on the shoulder as he heard it was very helpful.

After chatting for a while, a car was delivered, and Chuyi got up to go to work, but was stopped by the supervisor who happened to come over.

"On the first day of junior high school, I happened to be looking for you," the supervisor waved, "Come here, I have something to ask you."

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he followed the supervisor into the next office.

Although he has been working here for a year and all his colleagues and leaders nod to his performance, he still feels nervous every time he is called into the office alone on the first day of junior high school.

I always feel that if I didn't do something well, or someone said something bad about him behind my back, the leader is going to trouble him.

As Yan Hang said, he probably won't get better in this lifetime.

"It's like this," the supervisor poured him a glass of water, "A student from your school came here today to apply for an auto repair job. As you know, students from your school are usually recommended by teachers. Last year, the three of you came here. , are all recommended by Teacher Wang.”

"En." Chu nodded.

"Today, this classmate was in Chezhidao before, but now I want to come here. I chatted with him, and his major is pretty good," the supervisor said, "But there is no recommendation, so I just want to ask, do you know this classmate?"

"Our class, this year's class, I don't know many of them." Said the first day of junior high school.

"This classmate is called Su Bin." The supervisor said.

Looking at the supervisor on the first day of the junior high school, he was a little surprised: "Su Bin?"

"Yes, is it your classmate?" the supervisor asked.

"A dormitory." Said the first day of the junior high school.

Su Bin was in Che Zhidao before, no one of them really knew about this matter, really you don't know, I don't know, only Che knows... But it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized, why did Su Bin Knowing that he beat Li Xiao, he probably met someone there?

"How is he?" the supervisor asked.

He didn't answer right away on the first day of junior high school. Their auto repair factory is very good, and it's not easy to get in. Newcomers like them have to rely on recommendations. His answer can directly affect whether Su Bin can enter the factory.

In fact, his answer does not need to be considered. Of course, Su Bin should not even think about entering the factory. No matter how professional he is, with that kind of personality, it will be troublesome if he comes in, especially if he gives Su Bin an affirmative answer. Anything that happens will be attributed to him, the "recommender".

He didn't think so much and so far before, probably after staying with Yan Hang for a long time, he learned to think about things.

What he has to consider now is how to give this negative answer.

However, compared with Yan Hang's, his speaking skills are still too shallow. In just a few seconds, he really couldn't think of any particularly perfect words.

So I used my own expression.

"If he comes, I'll leave." Chu Yi said.

The supervisor was stunned and looked at him: "Is there a contradiction?"

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"Personal conflict or...something else?" the supervisor asked.

"Character." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," the supervisor thought for a while, then patted his arm, "I see, you can go to work first."

"Hmm." Chu Yi turned and left the office.

Cool!

Very cool!

Although it has been a long time since this happened, he has long since stopped paying attention to it, and Su Bin didn't have any influence on him, but he still felt very happy when he reported the "black case" just now.

It's not too late for Brother Gou to take revenge in ten years!

But when he got home after work at night, he was a little uneasy.

Followed Yan Hang around in the kitchen all the time: "The director will, don't you think I'm a bad character?"

"No." Yan Hang said while chopping vegetables.

"Do you feel, think that I have some kind of conspiracy?" He asked again.

"No." Yan Hang replied.

"Then..." He wanted to continue asking, but Yan Hang turned around and pressed the back of the knife to his mouth. He stopped talking and looked at the knife.

"No, no, no, no," Yan Hang said, "You have been there for so long, you have been working hard every day, and you have never complained or made mistakes. Everyone's evaluation of you is honest and serious, right?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"You didn't say much about Su Bin's problems, and you didn't add any descriptions." Yan Hang looked at him, "You just said that you two had conflicts because of his character, right?"

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school continued to answer.

"So no, no, no, no, no," Yan Hang took the knife away, "Don't think about it any more, or I'll put your mouth on it in a while."

"Okay." Chu Yi smiled.

Uncle Yan was sitting in the living room waiting for his meal, sitting on the sofa with a pen and paper in his hand, writing and drawing.

For a while, he was thinking about opening a small shop and asked Cui Yi to invest in him. Cui Yi said that the investment was fine, but he had to write a feasibility report.

Originally thought that Uncle Yan would not accept such a request, but unexpectedly he did not refuse, and began to write back and forth with a pen and paper every day for several days.

I don't know if I have written anything yet.

Uncle Yan didn't go to school, but he read a lot of books. Although he frowned every day, he kept writing. This made the first day of junior high school very curious, and he wanted to see what Uncle Yan wrote.

Not to mention something that sounded advanced like a feasibility report, he couldn't even write his year-end work report, so he let the illiterate Yan Hang write it for him.

"How's it going?" Yan Hang asked when the meal was ready and brought out.

"I can give it to him tonight," Uncle Yan nodded. "Although there are not many words, the content is still very comprehensive. If you have time, please help me translate another English copy for him."

"...you two are playing with you," Yan Hang said, "don't drag me, I'm busy every day."

Uncle Yan glanced at the first day of junior high school.

"I translate?" Chu Yi asked.

"What the hell are you translating, did you translate the pinyin for me?" Uncle Yan said, "He said he was busy like a dog, so I'll see if the dog is busy."

"Busy." Chuyi nodded sincerely.

"Then just give me the Chinese version," Uncle Yan said, "Go to the copy shop at the door and send him a fax."

"What?" Yan Hang turned to look at him.

"Be more formal," Uncle Yan said, "I don't have an electronic version either, why don't you send him an email...but fax is also fine, and I even drew our company logo."

"Do you really want to open a shop?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes." Uncle Yan nodded.

"...All right," Yan Hang sat down at the table, "Eat."

After dinner, Uncle Yan really went to the print shop at the gate of the community to send a fax.

"He wrote, what did he write?" Chu Yi asked, "Have you read it?"

"I didn't look at it," Yan Hang said, "I just glanced at it. There are two pages in total, and the words are as big as a dollar. I think they are just idle."

"Uncle Cui, no, I'm not idle." Chu Yi said.

"He's not busy, he's so busy, he has to have some fun for himself," Yan Hang said, "Look at the feasibility report written by the illiterate, grab the flowerpot with the illiterate, make an appointment..."

"...You," Chu Yi patted Yan Hang's hand, "That's it."

"Hey," Yan Hang fell down on the sofa, "I haven't made an appointment yet."

"It's a pity." Chu Yi said.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"Do you have any goals?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "No."

"I have." Chu Yi said.

"... Get lost!" Yan Hang kicked him.

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed: "Whoever gets up first will get rid of the head."

"You're getting more annoying every day now," Yan Hang sighed, "I miss that milk dog from before, it's very painful."

Chu Yi didn't speak, turned around and jumped on him, buried his face in his shoulder and rubbed: "No, you don't like me anymore."

"No," Yan Hang put his arms around him, "Once in a while, the dog has grown up."

"Well," the first day of the junior high school rubbed against each other again, "you are getting old."

"I told you I'm eighty, and if I fucking want to slap you, I just raise my hand, you know?" Yan Hang slapped him on the back.

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

Uncle Yan's "feasibility report" worked very well. He sent a fax to Cui Yi's office yesterday, and Cui Yi came here with the fax after work today.

"Where's Yan Zhiyuan?" Cui Yi asked as soon as he entered the door.

"I'll be here in a while," Yan Hang said, "I can't come if the meal is not ready. Uncle Cui will eat here today?"

"Okay." Cui Yi sat down on the sofa.

After sitting for a few minutes, Uncle Yan came over.

He opened the door for him on the first day of the new year, and when he saw Cui Yi, he immediately turned around and walked out: "Hey, why is old Cui here..."

"I usually look at a shameless person," Cui Yi said towards the door, "Why did he suddenly run away now?"

"Are you here for dinner?" Uncle Yan came back again.

"Talk about your feasibility report." Cui Yi took out two pieces of paper from his pocket.

"How is it?" Uncle Yan sat down on the chair and smiled.

"Dear lawyer Cui, hello," Cui Yi read to the paper, "today's weather is nice."

Yan Hang sat on the bay window and couldn't help laughing. He listened quite seriously on the first day of junior high school: "This is writing, writing a letter?"

"Give me 20 yuan," Cui Yi continued, "I can open a store, and this store will definitely make money. No matter how much money I make, I will share half of it with you."

"Is it very sincere?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"If you can't continue working in the future," Cui Yi glanced at the two of them, "I'll give you my two sons. They work well, and I think they can earn a lot in the future. You can take away their salary cards... ..."

"Fuck," Yan Hang laughed so hard that he fell on the bay window, "Dad, this is it."

Chuyi sighed.

Cui Yi finished reading the "Report", which was quite short, because Uncle Yan's writing was bigger than the other, and in the end, he wrote his best regards and salutes with a sign at the top left corner of the paper. There is a logo in the lower right corner.

According to the similarity between this logo and the hook finger pendant on Yan Hang's neck, it can be basically judged that this logo directly used the original "design drawing".

"Is it okay?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Okay." Cui Yi nodded, took a card out of his pocket and put it on the table, "20, the two sons will belong to me temporarily, and then I will return them in batches according to the monthly dividend."

"Thanks." Uncle Yan took the card and put it in his pocket.

Uncle Yan's report was a cramp, but the opening of the store was not a cramp. After dinner, he and Cui Yi went to the balcony and chatted for a long time.

"What kind of store are you opening?" Chuyi asked.

"I didn't tell me," Yan Hang said, "but I can almost guess that he always wanted to open a bookstore."

"Bookstore?" Chu Yi was stunned.

To be honest, Uncle Yan's aura is not close to the bookstore at all.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad likes to read a lot, and he reads a lot of books, more than me. He knows Yan Shu's seven sons without going to school."

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"I guess I want to make it more romantic," Yan Hang said, "My dad is quite romantic in his bones."

"You too." Chu Yi said.

"It's true than you," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Anyway, I won't always give away the old man's thermos."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed: "I will give it away, and I will give you one."

"It's been used until now," Yan Hang sighed, "I take it when I go to work, and there is a generation gap between my colleagues and me."

"Buy a baby bottle for you." Chu Yi said.

"Go buy it." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Ming, tomorrow..." Halfway through speaking on the first day of the lunar new year, the phone rang. He jumped out of the bay window, went to pick up the phone and looked at it, "Chunyang."

"Zhou Chunyang!" Yan Hang glared at him.

"Hello, Chunyang?" Chuyi answered the phone.

"Zhou Chunyang!" Yan Hang shouted again.

"Where is Yan Hang greeting me?" Zhou Chunyang asked on the phone.

"He wants to fight, how about you," said Chu Yi, "what's the matter?"

"The 403 gathering," Zhou Chunyang said, "big and strong come over on weekends. Those from out of town are not allowed to bring their family members, but those from the local area are allowed to bring them."

"My family, the family members have to go to work." Chu took a look at Yan Hang, "He didn't take a weekend off, so he rested."

"Go to their store to eat." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Say it to you, eat at your place." On the first day of the junior high school, he turned around and said something to Yan Hang.

"It's a good idea." Yan Hang replied very simply.

"Good idea." Chuyi repeated into the microphone.

"No need to repeat," Zhou Chunyang laughed, "I heard it, so it's settled, go to Yan Hang's place to eat on weekends, on time at six o'clock, and then go to eat skewers after eating."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school answered, and after thinking about it, he asked again, "Are you bringing a family?"

"I have no family," Zhou Chunyang said.

"Li..." Zhou Chunyang interrupted Chuyi before finishing his sentence.

"Fuck Li, he goes to school and can't come back." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Li's a fart Zhou, come back on the weekend, it's only an hour and a half, right?" Chu Yi said.

"Have you saved your mouth on the first day of the new year?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Maybe not, I'm saved," Chu Yi sighed, "Yan Hang has worked so hard for so many years, but he can't be saved."

403 and these people meet once every two months.

Except for Xiaoqiang, several people in the dormitory stayed in the city, but Xiaoqiang's place of work was very close, and it took more than an hour to come here by bus.

In fact, every gathering is just eating, eating, and even singing less. Basically, I have dinner first, and after eating, I walk along the street for a while, and then play skewers until late at night.

"Are you going?" asked Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang is now considered a veteran employee in the store, and he no longer has to stand at the table every day, at most two days a week, and at other times he trains new employees in the store, or follows their boss to other places to learn, Regular customers have to make an appointment if they want to eat what he makes.

"Go ahead," Yan Hang said, "It's nothing to worry about anyway."

"Is there food for you?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"No," Yan Hang said, "It's not that I only cook food for my family during working hours."

"We have already been mortgaged to Uncle Cui." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled for a long time: "If old Cui is willing, he can come and eat every day."

On the day of the party, Yan Hang asked the store to set up two large tables with booths for them on the second floor. The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang were the first to arrive, sitting at the booths and watching the people in the store.

Every waiter who passed by would call Yan Hang very politely, Brother Hang, this feeling is really wonderful, like the king of the mountain with Mrs. Yazhai... No, it's like the king of the mountain with her husband. ...it's still kind of weird, like the king of the mountain with a dog... patrolling the mountain...

Chuyi sighed.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "Suddenly, I love you so much."

Yan Hang didn't speak, just stared at him for a while, then reached out and touched his forehead.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he patted his hand away with a smile, and saw that the door of the store downstairs was pushed open, and Li Lin walked in, but Zhou Chunyang was not seen behind him.

"Li, Li Linyi, I came alone." Chuyi said, holding on to the railing and waving his hand, Li Lin smiled and walked up.

"They are really unique." Yan Hang said.

Li Lin greeted them both, and sat down: "I thought I was late."

"You are late," Yan Hang looked at the time, "It's just that they were even more late."

"Didn't you come with Chunyang?" Chuyi asked.

"He said it was not on the way," Li Lin said, "I came here by myself... Maybe he won't be able to come."

"... Oh." Chu Yi took a sip of tea.

It's amazing.

Not long after Li Lin arrived, several people from the dormitory came. They would meet once every two months. They didn't even bother to say hello when they met. They sat down and started chatting.

Zhou Chunyang was the last one to arrive, and when he came in, his face was a little gloomy.

"The car hit me." He sat down and drank his red wine.

Li Lin immediately sat up straight and turned to look at him.

"I'm fine." He glanced at Li Lin.

Li Lin didn't speak, and leaned back on the chair again.

"Have you bumped into someone else?" Hu Biao asked.

"No," Zhou Chunyang frowned, "I don't even want to say, I hit a pillar in the parking lot."

Li Lin couldn't help laughing out loud, and a group of people followed Quan Le.

"You've been driving for a long time," Yan Hang said with a smile, "How could you still bump into a pillar?"

"I don't know," Zhou Chunyang said, "Is it because the wheelbase is not adjusted properly..."

"It doesn't matter if the wheelbase collides with the pillars," Chu Yi said, "You're in the preschool next door, isn't it?"

Several people couldn't stop their joy.

"First day of junior high school," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "Are we still buddies?"

"Yes." Chu nodded and stretched out his hand to him.

Zhou Chunyang reached out and shook his hand.

"The wheelbase was not adjusted, so I bumped into a pillar," Chu Yi said, "Tomorrow you drive, let's go there, and I'll show you."

"Okay." Zhou Chunyang nodded.

It was said at this gathering that all of them would bring their families, but in fact, except for Chu Yi and Zhou Chunyang, the rest of the people were single.

So after wandering around the street for a while after eating, I sighed and wanted to go to the skewers.

"Go." Hu Biao waved his hand.

When a group of people walked to the barbecue restaurant, Chu Yi and Yan Hang walked at the end, and if they rubbed their shoulders, they would not go ahead.

"The two of them," Yan Hang raised his chin to Zhou Chunyang and Li Lin who were walking in front, "How long has it been?"

"I don't know," said the first day of the junior high school.

"It's a ghost," Yan Hang said in a low voice, "I'm wearing couple bracelets."

"Ah?" Zhou Chunyang and Li Lin stared at Zhou Chunyang and Li Lin in front of him on the first day of the lunar new year. It was just the beginning of spring, and they were both dressed a lot. It took him a long time to see that the two men did indeed have a black and silver bracelet on their left hands. .

It really is.

But what he really admired was that they had come to this point. When they were walking now, there was a distance of half a foot between them.

What kind of fun is this?

The bracelet is pretty nice though.

"Li Lin still has a ring on his hand." Yan Hang whispered again.

"The ring is light, it's a circle of light." Chu Yi said, but he saw a ring on Li Lin's left index finger.

"There is a C on the palm of the hand." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned his head and looked at him in surprise: "What do you think, you got there?"

"I've always seen people from head to toe at a glance," Yan Hang said, "I'm used to observation, and I usually have to look at guests in the same way. I just knew you less than a month ago and I knew that your lower back is low. There is a mole."

"Is there?" The first day of the junior high school was shocked, and reached out to touch his lower back, "I don't know, I don't know!"

Yan Hang clicked his tongue, lifted his clothes and quickly tapped his pants waist: "Here."

"Oh." Chuyi replied in shock.

"Little black mole," Yan Hang said, "it's pretty cute."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed for a long time, then turned his hand back and touched the place Yan Hang pointed. He grew up so big, he really didn't know there was a mole here.

But Yan Hang knew.

When you think about it, it's amazing.

"Let's go, too," he leaned closer to Yan Hang's ear, and whispered, "Get a pair of those hand chains, shall we?"

"Is that like that?" Yan Hang looked ahead.

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school answered.

"Dog," Yan Hang put his arm on his shoulder, "Do you want to wear the same one as Zhou Chunyang? Or do you want to wear the same one as Li Lin?"

"...Forget it," Chu Yi clicked his tongue, "Let's return it, let's use love, couple thermos."

"I think it's okay," Yan Hang smiled for a long time, then sighed: "Why don't you engrave another word, you have to distinguish yourself from others."

"Well," thought about it on the first day of the junior high school, "what to engrave?"

"Your is engraved with Brother Hang's dog," Yan Hang said, "mine is engraved... shit shovel officer."

very good.Chu nodded.