A Lucky Coin

When the phone rang, Chuyi was sitting in the rest area, slowly drinking tea with his thermos cup, feeling like a good old fairy.

It's a pity that it was interrupted before I could fully appreciate it.

He took out his cell phone and glanced at it. It was his father's call.

Dad is now driving in a seafood company, and his income is not bad, but he is a bit tired. Dad is a timid and honest man, and he never refuses when asked to do a job. It is the same as before. Calling him, I have been scolded by my mother and grandma for being useless.

But the first day of junior high school feels that it’s okay, no matter how this class is, my father’s life is quite stable now.

It's just that I haven't had much contact with my dad. After he came out with him, my dad hasn't contacted him for more than a year. He only started calling him last year, but the frequency is not too many.

"Hello?" Chuyi answered the phone.

"Where are you going to work?" Dad asked.

"Right now, take a rest." Chuyi replied.

"I'm going back in two days," Dad paused after speaking, and sighed, "Go back and get a divorce."

On the first day of the junior high school, I was stunned, and it took a while to come back to my senses: "My mother is looking for you?"

"I just changed my number, and she called Grandpa to ask for my number," Dad sighed again, "Now your grandma and grandma know about it, so I didn't want to tell them."

"How, how are they?" asked immediately on the first day of junior high school.

"It's okay," Dad said, "Your grandfather said sooner or later."

"Well," the first day of the junior high school responded, "I'll give them a call later."

"Are you going back...to see your mother?" Dad asked.

Lunar New Year was silent for a few seconds, and bit her lips: "No, she might not want to see me."

"...Okay," Dad said, "I'll go back for about three to five days, and come back after the formalities are completed."

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

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the thermos cup at his feet. The paint on the cup was a little faded, but the engraved words were still very clear, Brother Hang's dog.

He smiled, took a sip from his glass.

This was customized by Yan Hang on a certain treasure. The old cadres' meeting gift money was selected, and the characters were engraved.

However, after using it for a year, I took it to work every day, and sat here to drink when I was resting. The words on this cup have never been seen by others.

Probably because it's so generic.

Just like ordinary people all over the world, small happiness may not be seen by others, it is probably because I laugh when I think of it when I walk on the road.

The power of this kind of small happiness is very powerful, and it can make people ignore many other unpleasant things.

Like parents getting divorced.

In fact, I didn't feel anything about the divorce on the first day of junior high school. I wasn't unhappy, depressed, or relieved, as if I heard gossip from other families.

When I was about to get off work, someone brought a car over. It was an old customer from the first year of junior high school, a big fat brother.

"Tomorrow." Chu Yi said.

"Leave later today," Big Fat Brother said, "I'm already here."

"Let's put it here, help tomorrow, you see," Chu Yi said, "I'm off work."

"Let me take a look first." The fat brother said.

"What's wrong, something's wrong?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"The steering wheel is very heavy when turning." The fat brother said.

"Have you checked the tire pressure?" Chuyi asked again.

"Look, it's okay." The fat brother said.

"Where the wheels are hanging, is it still sinking in the air?" the first day of the junior high school continued to ask.

"I don't know, where can I let it hang in the air." The fat brother sighed.

"Then help tomorrow, you see," Chu Yi said, "I have to try, it's been a long time."

"Okay," the fat brother looked at him, "what do you think is the problem?"

"Steering gear, steering knuckle arm, lower arm ball, ball head," Chu Yi said, "it's all possible."

"Damn, is that troublesome?" the fat brother asked.

"No matter how troublesome it is, just change it, change something." Chu Yi smiled.

After helping Big Brother to register, he changed his clothes and left for get off work on the first day of junior high school.

He was a little happy when he walked out of the gate of the auto repair shop. Now he is also a person with regular customers, and an "old" master who can keep old customers waiting.

But usually he will leave a little late, first to roughly eliminate the fault, but today he has to leave on time, today he made an appointment with Yan Hang to visit Uncle Yan's shop.

Uncle Yan did indeed set up a bookstore as Yan Hang had expected. It took more than half a year from choosing a place to decorating it to completing it.

They haven't visited the bookstore since it opened. Yan Hang had a rest today, so they made an appointment to visit the bookstore for dinner.

I was a bit looking forward to the first day of junior high school. After all, he has never had a relationship with books. Apart from reading various auto repair-related books for work, he doesn't even want to read the words on the packaging box. Now he has such a close relationship. He opened a bookstore, and he was quite excited.

After meeting Yan Hang, they took a taxi and went straight to the bookstore.

The bookstore is in an alley in the pedestrian street, and cars cannot enter, so they have to get off at the intersection.

"Buy a bouquet of flowers." Chu looked around after getting out of the car.

"Why?" Yan Hang asked.

"You have to express yourself, shall we?" Chu Yi said, "This is the first time since the opening."

"It's better to buy food." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of junior high school, I thought about it: "Okay."

So the two of them went to the most popular roast chicken shop on the pedestrian street, bought a roast chicken, had it cut up and put it in a box.

"Is there a bow or something?" Yan Hang asked the clerk.

"...No." The clerk gave them a blank look.

"This one, it's a gift." Yan Hang said.

"This is a gift box." The clerk pointed to the box in their hands, "Some customers want paper bags."

Yan Hang wanted to say something, but Chu pulled him away.

"Be normal," the first day of the junior high school persuaded him very sincerely, "whoever buys roast chicken will be tied with butterflies and bows."

"That's right," Yan Hang nodded with a smile, "It's usually when you give away a pen, and it has to be bright."

I glanced at him for the first time.

"It's very beautiful," Yan Hang leaned into his ear and whispered, "I like it very much."

"Little poor boy," Chuyi sighed, "I didn't have any gifts at that time."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Little poor boy still pities others, and the gift is almost lost before it is delivered."

"Little poor boy," suddenly sang on the first day of the lunar new year, "Seventeen, eight, no gifts, how pitiful..."

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him. In the past few years, he had made great progress in everything on the first day of junior high school. Not only did he not make any progress in chanting, but he also felt a little regressed, which was very magical.

"You poor boy," probably thought he was dissatisfied with the lyrics on the first day of junior high school, so he quickly changed the words, "The river is overturned, the gift is lost, how pitiful..."

"How old are you?" Yan Hang said.

"Fourteen." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"I'm fucking asking you how old you are now!" Yan Hang glared at him.

"Fourteen." The first day of the junior high school replied.

"You still..." Yan Hang was interrupted as soon as he started talking.

"No." Chu Yi said.

"From now on," Yan Hang said, "When you come to the door of the store, don't talk, I'm afraid I will beat you."

Chuyi smiled, closed his mouth and nodded.

They have never been to my dad's store, and they wanted to come when it opened, but my dad didn't let me, saying that there is no opening procedure, no fireworks, no big flower baskets, and no discounts, so don't come to join in the fun.

But Cui Yi still sent flower baskets, and twenty of them. Yan Hang was shocked when he heard about it, but his father took a picture of it.

There are a total of twenty mini flower baskets the size of half a palm. They are placed in two rows on the cashier counter. I don't know where Cui Yi ordered them. Each flower basket has a small streamer, and there are some congratulations on it.

Although I have never been here, the store is still easy to find. There is a small wooden sign at the entrance of an alley in the pedestrian street, with the word "Book" on it, and an arrow pointing in.

After turning into the alley, you can see the small door of the bookstore.

"It's not bad on the outside," Yan Hang clicked his tongue when he saw the door face, "I don't know what it looks like on the inside, it is said that Lao Cui found a college student to design it."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"You can talk now," Yan Hang said.

"I'll take a picture." Chu Yi took out his phone.

The bookstore doesn’t seem to have a signboard. Yan Hang looked around and couldn’t find any words, but it seems that there is no need for any signboard. If you look through the wooden and glass door, you can see the books on the bookshelf at the door.

Yan Hang went over and pushed open the door, and there was a small and very fine sound of metal colliding, which was thin and pleasant.

Chuyi followed behind him, looked up, and saw a wind chime hanging by the door, with many small silver metal stars on it.

The size of the store is not large, the two floors of loft style, the decoration is also very simple, in addition to irregularly placed high and low bookshelves, there are all kinds of bean bags and cushions, as well as small sofas and places that can be placed at will. small table.

When you enter the store, turn right and you will see the cash register. On the first day of the junior high school, you can see Uncle Yan who is reading a book nestled on the bean bag behind the cash register.

On the first day of junior high school, I often see Yan Hang wearing earphones and leaning against the bay window to read. Yan Hang has a gangster air, but when he reads, that gangster air will be suppressed by his focused and casual appearance, which looks quite harmonious of.

Uncle Yan is different. Uncle Yan's charismatic temperament will not disappear even when he is dozing off. Now he is leaning on the bean bag and holding a book, which will make people feel that he is not reading but reading. Ambush, a knife may be drawn from the book at any time...

"No business?" Yan Hang turned his head and looked around the store before saying something.

"Don't be afraid," Uncle Yan looked up at them, "If you can't make money, the big deal is that you don't want your son."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "Did I pick it up?"

"I picked it up on the first day of the junior high school." Uncle Yan said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he went over with a smile and put the roast chicken by Uncle Yan's lap: "Small gift."

"Roasted chicken?" Uncle Yan opened the box, "Young people just have an idea, and the opening gift is a roasted chicken."

"The queue is very long, what about the queue?" On the first day of the junior high school, he walked around in front of the bookshelf twice, went up to the attic again, leaned on the railing and looked down, "It feels very, very comfortable."

Yan Hang entered the hut behind the cashier and found that it was a small kitchen with everything from a coffee machine to an oven.

"Did you ask someone to cook a light meal?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Dad nodded, "Why do you want to change jobs?"

"I don't want to." Yan Hang said.

Dad smiled, stood up and stretched: "How does it feel here?"

"It's pretty good," Yan Hang said, "It's not just a polite word, but it's very comfortable. Did you pick all the books?"

"Well, I have to make up for it," Dad said, "Old Cui found a lot of interesting books, and opened the ones that can sit still. If you have time, get me an English book list. Raise the bar a little bit.”

"Okay," Yan Hang walked to the coffee machine and turned to look at him, "Do you want to drink?"

"No, I've been drinking all morning." Dad took the roast chicken box and sniffed it. "It smells like drinking coffee."

Yan Hang made two cups of coffee and took them to the second floor.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was sitting on a small sofa, holding a book and looking at it.

"What book?" Yan Hang asked.

"Dog," Chu turned the album over for him to look at, "very cute."

"Just go back and look in the mirror." Yan Hang sat next to him and squeezed against him, "My dog ​​is also cute."

"The cutest." The first day of junior high school bowed her head and continued to flip through the album.

"Yeah." Yan Hang put the coffee by his hand.

"Uncle Yan made it?" Chuyi picked it up and took a sip, "No, you did it, you did it."

"You can drink this." Yan Hang smiled.

"Well," Chu nodded, "The dishes you cook can be eaten in one bite, come out."

Yan Hang didn't speak, he scratched his head, and then grabbed a random book from the bookshelf behind him.

"Mysterious Island".

He flicked on the cover twice, what a coincidence.

The first time he read science fiction, it was the Jules Verne trilogy, the first year he started wandering around with his dad, who got it from somewhere.

At that time, he watched it every day, and he took it with him when he moved, but he didn’t know where he got it afterwards. He moved too many times, and sometimes he left in a hurry, and many things just disappeared.

Now when I see it again, I suddenly feel a little emotional.

He looked back at the bookshelf again, and sure enough, both "Captain Grant's Children" and "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" were there, and the cover was the same as the edition he had read at the beginning. The books were not new, they should have been bought.

I don't know if Dad is also nostalgic.

Yan Hang read the book for a while, and when he was about to go down and ask his father to go out to eat together, his father brought them two takeaways from the small shop next door.

"I still said go out to eat?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"I'm looking at the store, I can't go out." Dad said.

"Oh, that's fine too," Yan Hang nodded, then looked downstairs again, "Take that just now..."

"I've finished eating the roast chicken," Dad rubbed his belly, "I bought these two for you two."

"... Didn't leave us a single bite of the roast chicken?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I bought it myself, I bought you rice and you still want me to serve you a roast chicken?" Dad turned and went downstairs, "Don't be too old, you are quite old."

On the first day of junior high school, I leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time.

"It's so irritating." Yan Hang opened the takeaway and looked at it. It was fried noodles. Although it was very fragrant, compared with roast chicken, it was indeed quite irritating.

"Go on a hunger strike." Chu Yi said.

"Hungry," Yan Hang sighed, picked up the lunch box and started to eat, "Where are you going for a while?"

"Just read it here, let's read a book for a while," Chu Yi said, "I feel very, very comfortable."

"You actually feel that reading is particularly comfortable?" Yan Hang was a little surprised.

"No." Sitting up on the first day of the junior high school, he leaned against him again, "It's just this, this feeling, what is it with you, I don't think about anything, just nestle like this."

"Did something happen to you?" Yan Hang hugged his head and rubbed it.

"No," Chu Yi closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, "By the way, my dad Ming, I will go back tomorrow and divorce."

"Your mother is back?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," the first day of the junior high school responded, "I don't know, it's because I have a new relationship, so I think I'm going to get a divorce."

"Leave, just leave," Yan Hang said, "It's meaningless not to leave, and your dad can find another girlfriend after leaving."

"Yeah," Chu put his legs on the armrest of the sofa, "I don't even know why I got married in the first place."

"At the beginning, I still had feelings," Yan Hang said, "It's just that in the past 20 years, people have gradually changed, and feelings have also changed."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and stared at the ceiling in a daze while holding the dog book.

Yan Hang didn't say anything else, took the lunch box and put it on his forehead, slowly eating fried noodles.

"Is it delicious?" Chuyi asked, "It smells good, it smells good."

"Open your mouth." Yan Hang said.

Chu opened his mouth.

Yan Hang put fried noodles with chopsticks into his mouth: "It's okay."

"Well," Chu Yi chewed, "you can feed me."

"Why." Yan Hang said.

"Because I'm cute." Chu Yi said.

"Slap you cheeky." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Talk about smoking every day, and smoke me," Chu Yi smiled, "I never give up once, and I'm willing to really smoke."

"I'll beat you up sooner or later," Yan Hang picked up another piece of chopstick noodles and fed it into his mouth, "If you don't clean up, you don't even know who is covering you."

"Brother Xiaotian, what about me?" Chu said while eating.

"So don't mess with Brother Xiaotian," Yan Hang said, "If you are in a hurry, Brother Xiaotian will beat the dog live."

The first day of junior high school laughed for a long time: "Miss sister said that if you don't live broadcast again, you will have to live again, and you will be angry."

"No," Yan Hang picked up a piece of meat and fed it to him, "Come and repair the car with a shirtless dog brother, it will explode immediately."

In fact, it is not very comfortable to lie down and wait for someone to feed. I am always afraid of choking, so I have to be very careful when eating, and I will lose my face if I don’t pay attention.

But on the first day of the junior high school, he still insisted on lying down like this, opening his mouth and waiting for Yan Hang to feed him.

He and Yan Hang have been together for quite a long time, and there are not many times when they are so tired and crooked, and he enjoys it very much at the moment.

Sometimes he thinks about it and is a little scared, if in a few years, there will be such a scene between the two of them.

"Yan Hang," he put his arm around Yan Hang's waist, stretched it into his clothes, and gently hooked his fingers on his waist, "you say."

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded.

"Everyone changes, right?" Chu Yi asked.

"Yeah," Yan Hang said, "Aren't we both changing? It's changed so much."

"Will it change in the future?" Chuyi asked again.

"No one is the same all the time," Yan Hang touched his face, "There will be a little change, seeing more things, thinking differently, and people will change."

"I don't want to change." Chu Yi said.

"Why?" Yan Hang asked.

"I'm afraid that if I change one day and don't like you anymore," Chu Yi said, "then you are so pitiful."

"Who?" Yan Hang asked.

"What who?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Who do you like if you don't like me?" Yan Hang asked, without waiting for Chuyi's answer, he grabbed Chuyi's collar, "Zhou Chunyang?"

On the first day of junior high school, I was amused: "What..."

"I really should get him out and beat him up," Yan Hang said.

"Hurry up, let's fight," the first day of the junior high school smiled uncontrollably, "You have many wishes, and you are young, so it will come true soon. I will take care of you and worry."

Yan Hang laughed: "Call him later to make an appointment."

Chu Yi turned around with a smile, lifted his clothes, and kissed his belly.

"Pay attention to the influence," Yan Hang said, "My dad is downstairs, and you haven't wiped your mouth after eating fried noodles."

On the first day of the junior high school, he wiped his mouth with a tissue on the small table next to him.

"Dog." Yan Hang lowered his head and nodded on the tip of his nose.

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

"You don't have to worry," Yan Hang said, "In this life, you should have no chance to like anyone else except me."

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school: "What about you?"

"Me too," Yan Hang said, "There is no cuter dog than you."

Chuyi smiled and stretched out his hand to gently pinch his neck: "I may be, I think too much."

"Is it because of your parents' divorce?" Yan Hang asked.

"Probably," said the first day of the junior high school, "I just got married, and when I got married, I didn't even think about it. I lived like this, right?"

"Your thinking is wrong. Why do you keep staring at them," Yan Hang said, "You have to look at your Uncle Yan."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and after a long silence, he closed his eyes: "It's true."

"There are so many people in the world," Yan Hang stroked his eyelashes, "There are so many people who are bullied every day, so I just made a move out of righteousness, and it was you."

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

"There are so many people in the world," Yan Hang continued softly, "You spent a year looking for one of them, and that was me."

"Ah." Chu nodded.

"There are so many people in the world," Yan Hang thought for a while, "I want to think about words..."

"We are, the most enviable, enviable couple." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "That's right, everyone screamed with envy."

Chu Yi smiled and raised his arms to hook his neck, leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

The author has something to say: Alright, it’s all over today, Brother Hang and Brother Gou wave to you, okay!

Thank you little goldfish for staying with me for such a long time, bow.Love you guys.I will continue to work hard in the next pit, and I hope to see you again.

I'm going to rest for a while, and I have a lot of debts to pay... The new pit will probably be opened after the Chinese New Year, and I will report the developments on WB, okay?