A Lucky Coin

Scared.

Yan Hang has always been unwilling to face his emotions.

scared.

Every time he was left alone in the room, every time he left a strange city that he was not familiar with, every time he looked forward and saw nothing and looked back, it was blank.

All his emotions ebbed and flowed with the presence and disappearance of his dad.

Except for the present, Dad never mentioned a single word about the future and the past, and he could only try his best to tell himself that he didn't need anything.

They are a pair of father and son who walk freely and unrestrainedly in this world, wandering around the world, living arrogantly and recklessly, without even the slightest influence of the world.

free.

Envious of the first day.

In fact, what I envy in the first day of junior high school is just imagination.

Nowhere to come from, no way to go back, is such freedom really envied by anyone?

Yan Hang went into the kitchen and made another meal. He added curry. Dad likes curry. He sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.

After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven in a daze.

No matter how he said it, as long as his father was around, he would still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind was like cheese on the surface of baked rice.

"Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad leaned against the kitchen door.

"I don't seem to remember the ones before elementary school." Yan Hang said that his father's sudden mention of such a topic made him flustered. He didn't have much memory of his childhood, and he seemed to have a natural resistance.

"When I first brought you out, your noodles were not even cooked. For two of you, you boiled a big pot and the water dried up, but the noodles were still raw." Dad smiled.

"Ah," Yan Hang laughed after thinking about it, and looked back at his father, "You don't teach me either."

"I don't know how to teach myself. You are really self-taught in cooking, and you don't even have a first teacher." Dad said, lighting a cigarette, "Do you want it?"

"Why do you smoke while cooking?" Yan Hang said.

"It's very particular." Dad said with a smile.

After that, there was another long silence. When the oven dinged, Yan Hang looked back. His father was still leaning against the kitchen door, but when he turned his head, his father didn't notice it, and looked out the window in a daze.

"Okay." Yan Hang said.

"Fragrant." Dad sniffed, turned around and went back to the living room to sit on the sofa.

Yan Hang took out the baked rice, put it on the coffee table, and sat beside him.

The local news was broadcast on the TV, and the two of them sat on the sofa with a bowl and watched TV while eating. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang's memory for many years.

Under normal circumstances, I don’t talk, and aftertaste after eating, sometimes Yan Hang will wash the bowl after thinking about it, and sometimes throw it until the next day. At night, Dad watches TV, and he plays with his mobile phone or reads next to him. Let Dad say a few words at will, and he will translate them into English.

It was the same today, except that he sat on the sofa holding the book for a long time and didn't read two pages.

Dad has moved the book under the coffee table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by him. This happens every time. No matter where he puts the letter, Dad can find it and take it away. .

Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in a strange house, and things can only be hidden in his own belongings.

In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.

But today it was different this time, and it was still an indescribable feeling.

Yan Hang is a very sensitive person who can perceive many details and emotions. His father even praised him: "Our prince's insight is beyond the reach of ordinary people!"

He wished he was a dull man, feeling nothing, and fearing nothing.

In fact, it's not that he didn't have no guesses about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged many cool careers for his father.

Special police, special agent, undercover, killer, ghost hunter...

Then I stopped thinking about it.

He had to face and ignore the reality that Dad couldn't possibly have any career, and the way he got his money back wasn't necessarily glamorous.

As for the reason, he could only wait.

Waited, waited until now.

His unease reached its peak today.

Scared.

It's an emotion that he has been reluctant to show easily, even if it is his father, he is not willing.

He is Yan Hang, the prince who has been arrogant and comfortable since he was a child and will not be afraid of anyone.

"Do you still remember your grandma and grandpa?" Dad asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Yan Hang didn't realize it. Grandpa and grandpa had almost no memory just like their mothers. They only vaguely had afterimages in some very unpleasant dreams.

Except for these, he usually doesn't think of it at all.

Even when he heard his father talk about his grandma, his first reaction was the white-faced old lady of the Chu family.

"Grandma passed away last year, and grandpa passed away last month," Dad said, "actually not very old."

Yan Hang looked at him not knowing what to say.

He only knew that his father was an orphan, and he had no grandparents. As for grandparents, he hadn't thought about them at all. Now that he mentioned it suddenly, he didn't have any emotions, and he couldn't respond in any way.

"Did I never mention it to you?" Dad turned his head, "I miss your mother very, very, very much."

Yan Hang was stunned.

When he said the three words of your mother, he saw the tears in his father's eyes.

This was the first time in his memory that he saw his father's tears.

"Old Yan," he was a little at a loss, "You..."

Dad smiled and looked at him: "You don't look like your mother at all, I don't even want to watch you miss her."

"Didn't I accidentally look too much like you?" Yan Hang said.

In fact, he once had the same thoughts as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find his mother's shadow except for the part that looked like his father, but he failed.

He looks very similar to his father, and sometimes he feels that maybe he was born by his father himself.

"I shouldn't go out for a while." Dad lit a cigarette and turned his eyes back to the TV. "I hope you don't cook the same thing every day, or I will break up with you."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

When it was almost ten o'clock, Dad suddenly turned his head and looked at the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

"It's the first day of junior high school," Yan Hang said softly, "He came to ask me to go for a run."

"Running doesn't make you tall," Dad said, "Tell him not to work hard, but jump instead, jump high or something."

"Then you tell him." Yan Hang stood up and went to open the door.

On the first day of junior high school, he wore a tracksuit one size smaller and the pair of NBs stood outside the door. According to the image Yan Hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.

After seeing his father, he smiled: "Uncle, uncle."

"Running?" Dad said.

"En." Chu nodded.

"Running is good, running can grow taller," Dad pointed to Yan Hang, "When he was your age, he was only 1.4 meters..."

"What about the trust between father and son?" Yan Hang turned to look at his father in shock.

"I just run every day, and then swish," my father gestured, "it stretched, it's amazing."

"It's amazing, it's amazing." Chuyi laughed.

"Walk, walk, walk." Yan Hang changed his shoes, and turned his head when he went out, "Do you have supper? There are quite a lot of barbecue sellers over there."

"Grilled wings, grilled sausages, grilled ribs, duck neck..." Dad quickly reported a bunch.

Yan Hang ignored him, closed the door, and he continued to shout inside: "Check if there is a salt and pepper duck tongue—remember to bring beer—"

"One meter, four." The first day of the junior high school looked at him and sighed.

"Want to smoke?" Yan Hang said.

"I'm really long, I've grown up." Chu Yi said.

"I didn't see it, let's ignore this growth rate invisible to the naked eye." Yan Hang looked at the top of his head. His hair was a little long on the first day of the junior high school. When the wind blows, there are two strands of hair on the top of his head that seem to be dancing Standing upright, I guess I don't have the money to get a haircut.

"I'm taller than I was when I was in [-]. I'm five centimeters taller." I jumped on the first day of junior high school.

"Congratulations," Yan Hang congratulated sincerely, "Then how short you are."

"It's not much different from yours back then, isn't it?" Chu Yi said.

"Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao's team tomorrow." Yan Hang looked at him.

"No, letter," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "Li, Zihaoying, you can't pass English, you can't communicate."

"Damn," Yan Hang laughed, "Are you good at English?"

"I didn't, didn't pass, the subject, the subject." The first day of junior high school answered honestly.

"... Then it's useless to go to Pugao?" Yan Hang thought for a while, "Technical secondary school? Vocational high school?"

"I want to work, work." Chu said in a low voice.

Yan Hang glanced at him, but said nothing.

For a child like the first year of junior high school, school should not be attractive to him. Maybe being able to go to work and get rid of that environment is what he needs most.

"My mother must be angry." Chu Yi said.

"Your family is very funny, you don't care about anything," Yan Hang said, "There are so many demands, did you pick them up? Or adopt them?"

"No," the first day of the junior high school smiled, "I was just an accident. My mother didn't want me. She was supposed to take the self-study exam, but she didn't succeed."

"... Oh." Yan Hang was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to paw on his head twice.

There are quite a lot of people running today, and they are all runners wearing earphones and equipment. Yan Hang looks very comfortable and has a real feeling.

As usual on the first day of the junior high school, he ran to the side, and Yan Hang went to pull him back to the middle of the runway.

"Drink, do you want a drink?" Chu Yi asked during an hour-long break.

"Run every day and drink every day," Yan Hang said, "Do you have a lot of pocket money?"

"Please, I," Chu Yi said, "I will drink plain water tomorrow."

Yan Hang smiled for a long time: "What do you want to drink?"

"Lemon tea." Chuyi replied.

Yan Hang bought him lemon tea, and ordered a can of Coke himself. While sitting by the river drinking, a strong gust of wind blew over, and he scratched the hair on his head that was blown up one after another on the first day of the lunar new year.

Yan Hang looked at the hair on his forehead that looked like it had been chewed by a dog, and couldn't resist stretching out his hand to help him straighten it, only to find that it was still the same as if it had been chewed by a dog.

He hadn't noticed the virtue of the hair in the first grade of junior high school before.

He thought for a while and asked, "Have you been troubled by people all day long, have you been robbed of money?"

"People are in the river, and the rivers and lakes are floating." Chuyi took a sip of lemon tea, "How can I not be robbed."

"Is it because the pocket money was robbed and there is no money for a haircut?" Yan Hang asked.

"I always cut it myself." The first day of junior high school replied very calmly.

Yan Hang could hear a hint of complacency from his tone: "Ah, do you still think your craft is pretty good?"

"This is a sense of layering." Chu Yi pinched the hair on his forehead and tugged.

"Yes," Yan Hang looked at him, "It's quite layered."

The first day of the junior high school smiled, and after a while, he asked a little embarrassedly: "Ugly?"

"It's not ugly, thanks to your good looks." Yan Hang said.

"Anyway, normal, not usually, people look at me." On the first day of the junior high school, he took a sip of lemon tea.

"I see, I have to watch every day when I run every day," Yan Hang sighed, "I just want to get a haircut tomorrow, so let's go together."

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

"I have a card," Yan Hang said again, "You can use my card."

"No, I can't," Chuyi was silent for a while before opening his mouth: "I can help, I can't help you, what can I do."

"Then how about this," Yan Hang reacted. This kind of behavior that he didn't feel at all might put pressure on the first day of junior high school. He took out his mobile phone and poked open the calendar. In the evening, help me run errands and buy food."

I glanced at him for the first time.

Yan Hang felt that he was really inexperienced in getting along with "friends".

Blunt and awkward.

So he also shut up.

"Then when you want to buy groceries," Chu Yi said, "tell me in advance."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, covered his eyes after thinking for a while and sighed, "Fuck, I'm so embarrassed."

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

"Smile." Yan Hang said.

"Yan Hang, you are special, good." Chu Yi said.

"I know that." Yan Hang said.

Another laugh on the first day of junior high school.

On the way back, Yan Hang went to the nearby barbecue restaurant to look around. Dad didn't have all the things he wanted, but he bought a lot of them. When he was about to get home, he went to the supermarket to buy a couple of beers.

"Go to my house to eat barbecue?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of the junior high school, "I will process these food later."

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't hesitate at all.

"Upright," Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, "I like you like this."

"I want to stay with you." Chu Yi said.

"Really," Yan Hang smiled, "I have to tell my dad, that magic trick can't pick up girls, it can only pick up little boys."

"Can you teach, teach me?" asked the first day of junior high school.

"Who are you dating?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"No," Chu Yi raised his hand and moved his fingers, "I think it's very, very cool."

"I'll teach you later, it's very simple, you just have to practice." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." The first day of the junior high school nodded happily, raising his hand and moving his fingers back and forth along the way.

When they got home, Dad had already packed up the coffee table, set up the induction cooker and pans, which was their habit.

Both he and his father love to eat barbecue, but they usually don't eat outside. They always pack it up and take it home to eat while heating it up.

"Come on, sit here on the first day of the junior high school," Dad took a stool for the first day of the junior high school, "Can I have some beer?"

"Lick, lick, lick." Chu Yi said.

"Then you have to lick two or three cans." Dad said.

"Don't teach the children badly." Yan Hang took three plates and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, and put a small piece of butter in it. "This one is especially fragrant with butter."

On the first day of the junior high school, I leaned over to the pot and smelled it: "Sweet."

This kind of scene of sitting around the table at home, without pressure, without complaints and dissatisfaction, eating barbecue and drinking wine without rushing, I like it very much in the first day of junior high school.

There was a similar scene at my grandpa’s house, but the grandpa’s house was too far away, he would go there for a few days at most during the summer vacation, and he had to endure month-long cursing from his grandma about him being a white-eyed wolf .

Yan Hang's father is a bit childish. When he faced him in the first day of junior high school, he didn't face the pressure of the elders and was very relaxed.

He could just listen to Yan Hang chatting casually with him without saying a word.

very interesting.

Very happy and warm.

"How is your mother's cooking skills?" Yan Hang's father asked him.

"One pot, braised pie." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang's father laughed: "Little stammer can be so poor."

"I thought your grandma was cooking at your house," Yan Hang said, "Didn't you say your mother is very busy."

"Grandma is also busy." Chu Yi sighed.

Busy quarreling, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.

"Come to us when you're hungry," Yan Hang's father took a sip of beer, "We have good food and wine, and there are no rules."

"Hmm." Chu Yi nodded with a smile.

This supper was very good. I didn't know that I could eat so much in the first day of junior high school, and I didn't know that Yan Hang and his son could eat so well. After drinking the beer, they almost ate the barbecue.

"There are two chicken wings and one intestine, we can finish it." Yan Hang's father poured it into the pot with the bag.

The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel coins that Yan Hang threw in the outer bag fell out.

"Hey, amulet." Yan Hang's father picked up the steel coins and arranged them on the coffee table.

"I have," Chu Yi smiled, "Yan Hang gave me one, one."

"Really," Yan Hang's father laughed, "Let me tell you, this works very well."

"Well," Chu nodded, "Yesterday was bad, almost let go, my mother spent, spent, I was so anxious."

Yan Hang glanced at him: "If you spend it, you can spend it, just find another one."

"No, no, it's the same," Chu Yi said, "That's... just no, it's the same."

"Then you have to put them away," Yan Hang said happily, "They all look the same, and if you mix them up, you won't be able to find them."

When he said that in the first day of junior high school, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.

"Give it to me," Yan Hang probably saw his nervousness, and stretched out to him, "I'll help you process it."

"How to process, work?" Chu took out a steel forge and put it in his hand.

"Wait," Yan Hang stood up, "Old Yan, where's the little piece of leather you picked up?"

"It's on the table in the house." Yan Hang's father said.

Yan Hang entered the house and didn't come out for a long time.

On the first day of junior high school, he and Yan Hang's father ate up all the barbecue, and chatted for a long time, before Yan Hang came out and put the steel coin on the coffee table in front of him: "This way we won't lose it."

At first glance, I was stunned.

Gang Bian'er put on his little leather jacket.

Two thin dark brown leather belts crossed and wound around the steel coin, the back was padded with a piece of leather that was cut into a circle, glued together, and a thin leather rope was worn on it, which can be like a necklace Wear it around your neck as well.

"It's pretty." The first day of junior high school was a little surprised, looking at Yan Hang, "Did you do it?"

"It's very easy to make, just cut the skin and stick it on," Yan Hang said with a smile, "If you don't dare to wear it around your neck, wrap it around your wrist, or hide it if you don't dare, anyway, you won't mess with other irons messed up."

On the first day of junior high school, I kept holding the steel iron in my hand, and put it in my pocket when I got up and went home.

Yan Hang never expected that anyone would care so much about a steel coin.

"Brother Xiaotian, send him off," Dad leaned on the sofa and directed, "There doesn't seem to be a light on that section of the road."

"It's okay." The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, "I am a man."

"Let's go, I'll take a walk for a while." Yan Hang said.

Dad knew about being bullied on the first day of junior high school. Now that the weather is warmer, the night life of the little hooligans and gangsters has just begun. He is probably afraid that he will be disappointed when he returns home after a happy night on the first day of junior high school.

After accompanying Chu Yi through the road without street lights, Chu Yi pointed to an old building in front of him and said, "That's where my house is."

"Yeah." Yan Hang looked at it, but he didn't know which building he was referring to, but he knew that he probably wouldn't let people approach his house on the first day of junior high school, so he stopped.

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

"There's so much nonsense, go back." Yan Hang said.

"If yes, one day," Chu Yi looked at him, "I will, I miss you very much if you leave."

Yan Hang smiled.

Chuyi also smiled, came over and grabbed his hand, shook it lightly, turned around and walked away quickly.