A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang stood where he was, until he could no longer see the figure of the first day of junior high school, then he lit a cigarette and drank it, turned around and walked back slowly.

That sentence in the first day of junior high school made him feel a little unspeakable.

Will go sooner or later.

This is the thought he will have wherever he goes, and he will not have any other feelings except the endless unknown.

Because he has no contact with any place.

I have come, I have gone, this place where I used to live has left no trace of me.

So there is nothing to be emotional about coming and going.

But now when he heard such words from the first day of the junior high school, he felt a little disappointed.

He has left his mark here. There is a little boy who is in the second year of junior high school and will remember him.

One day when he looks back, there will be some pictures, and the memory of a certain city will no longer be just a simple place name.

When I got home, my dad had already taken a shower and changed into pajamas, and everything on the table was packed in the kitchen, but it was not washed, and it was all piled up in the sink.

Yan Hang ate everything after running, and was a little lazy at the moment, so he also sat on the sofa and stared blankly.

Dad is watching the nightly news. Except for first- and second-tier cities, there is not much news in a city that is not repeated for a day. These news are all watched and replayed in the afternoon. There will be a summary on Sunday. Yan Hang feels that as long as Dad At home, he can recite the day's news.

"Are you going to run with the first day of junior high school tomorrow?" Dad asked.

"Well, let's run, I was going to run anyway." Yan Hang said.

"Very good," Dad nodded and stood up, "I'm going to sleep."

"Sleep right after eating a belly full of meat?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "Middle-aged people are especially prone to gain weight, don't you pay attention to your belly."

"Don't be jealous of my figure." Dad stretched his waist and went back to the house.

He has to go to work tomorrow, and Yan Hang has to let himself fall asleep tonight. After playing with his mobile phone in the living room for a while, he took a shower and went back to the house.

He lay on the bed for a long time without feeling sleepy at all. He took his phone and clicked on WeChat, looked at Moments, and saw the little emoji posted an hour ago in the news of various businesses.

It's a normal "smile".

It's very inconspicuous, and you can't find it if you swipe quickly.

Yan Hang smiled, wondering what the little expressions on the first day of junior high school meant to him.

After looking at the phone for a while, but still not sleepy, Yan Hang ordered another movie.

Ghost movie.

I watched it for half an hour and didn't see it. I was scared to death by the BGM and the heroine's screaming every 5 minutes, so I turned it off.

They were all scared, and they were in high spirits.

He had to get up, go to the living room to pour himself a glass of water, and prepare to take medicine.

When he returned to the house, he saw that the lights in his father's room were still on. It had been more than an hour since his father entered the house. His father slept well, especially at nights when he ate supper and drank alcohol. The lights will turn off in 10 minutes.

If he really couldn't fall asleep for such a long time, Dad would come over to see if he was asleep. If he was still awake, he would chat for a while, but Dad didn't look for him today.

Yan Hang hesitated for a moment, walked to the door lightly, and listened to the movement in the room.

It's very quiet and you can't hear anything, but you can smell a very faint smell of smoke.

I don't sleep at night, I hide in the house and smoke, and I can smell the smell when I smoke to the crack of the door. This is a rare state for my father.

For so many years, except for his erratic whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been living in good health, and he has almost never smoked like this.

Yan Hang raised his hand to knock on the door, but he didn't knock until his hand was sore.

Finally he went back to his room, took two pills and fell asleep.

The medicine is still useful, but I fell asleep anyway, but when I woke up in the morning, I felt my head was swollen.

Yan Hang walked out of the room slowly with his 86-jin head on his head, and glanced at his father. The door of the room had been opened.

He walked over and took a look inside. His father was not there, and then he looked back at the shoe rack. His father's shoes were not there, so he must have gone out.

He went in and opened all the windows that were open except one.

Dad has the habit of folding the quilt when he wakes up, so he can't tell whether he slept last night, but the smell of cigarettes in the room has not completely dissipated, which proves that even if he did sleep, he didn't sleep for a long time. This smell, in the first half of the night Must be smoking.

After washing with a heavy head, he was thinking about what to get for breakfast when the living room door rang, Yan Hang turned his head, and his father came in early with a bag of steaming hot ones.

"Did you buy it early?" Yan Hang asked.

"You didn't sleep well yesterday." Dad put the bag on the table. "I went to buy it very thoughtfully. I told me yesterday on the first day of the lunar new year that there is a store that sells breakfast that is delicious and has many varieties."

"You two are still talking about this?" Yan Hang took out the small lunch boxes in the bag one by one, "It's the same as the two old ladies."

"We're talking about people's livelihood," Dad said, "the old lady is not as advanced as us."

"...Oh," Yan Hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box, and there were indeed a complete range of them, and they all looked good. He took a box of his favorite pumpkin pie and took a bite, "What else are you talking about? people's livelihood?"

"I also told me that there are a few clothes sellers in the vegetable market. Although the location is awkward, the quality of the clothes is not bad and they are cheap." Dad said with a smile, "But after he finished talking, he felt that we would not buy there. Clothes, this child is very poor if he is poor, and he is also very funny if he is funny, but he still has low self-esteem."

"Just like his grandma, ordinary children have to feel inferior," Yan Hang said, "His mother seems to be...not very good."

Usually, when talking about grandma, mother, etc., Yan Hang didn't feel anything, but today he stuttered inexplicably.

Dad should have noticed it too, and sighed lightly.

Yan Hang stopped talking and continued to eat breakfast.

Dad stood up and walked behind him: "Prince, didn't you sleep well, did your head feel heavy again?"

"Well, more than 200 catties." Yan Hang said.

Dad stretched out his hand and scratched his head, the weight was very appropriate, and his scalp immediately became loose. He leaned back on the chair and let his father continue to massage him.

Dad pinched from the top of his head to the back of his head, then to the back of his neck, and then to his shoulders. He was very dedicated to his job.

"Come back tonight and bring some food and wine," Dad said, "have a drink or two and chat for a while."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Hang asked.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dad tapped on his shoulder.

Yan Hang bit his lip and made up his mind that it would take about a minute before he opened his mouth: "Talk about how my mother died."

Dad quickly tapped the hand on his right shoulder, paused, and then continued to tap on the left shoulder: "Okay."

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was going to be late, and I woke up 10 minutes later than usual.

He doesn't have an alarm clock, and the alarm clock on his mobile phone is too slow, either it doesn't go off, or it can't be turned off when it goes off, so he always relies on his biological clock to get up. If his biological clock fails, he will sleep until noon and no one will call him.

But if you get up, you will be scolded.

"The grades are not very good, and you still have the face to oversleep," the grandma smoked, "I can't even get out of bed by myself, trash!"

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't speak, quickly finished washing, grabbed his schoolbag and ran out the door.

As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw a few people standing at the corner of the building from a distance, he stopped abruptly, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

Those were Liang Bing and a few of his friends. It seemed that they had just returned from playing all night, and it was time to refresh themselves. It was not possible to let him go by kicking him, it was better for him to avoid it.

Just go out in the opposite direction, and you have to detour to the school.

If you don't have time to eat early, it's fine if you don't be late.

In the years from elementary school to junior high school, the number of late arrivals can be counted more than a V.

He is particularly unwilling to be late, he does not want to sit well in the class, and the teacher enters the classroom only after standing on the podium, so no matter what, he must try his best not to be late.

I shouldn't be late today, I ran all the way without eating breakfast, and I could almost arrive just before the school closed.

If he hadn't been dreaming all night yesterday and didn't sleep well, he wouldn't have slept in the cage until dawn. He was a little depressed.

But it's also quite miraculous, Yan Hang was in all the dreams that night.

Yan Hang took him to stand by the river, Yan Hang ran with him, Yan Hang ate barbecue with him, Yan Hang held a steel fork and said, "This is a good fork for steel."

In fact, it is not miraculous. I think about it every day and dream at night.

Yan Hang is the person he has been looking forward to one day to be able to communicate and chat normally with him like an ordinary person, an ordinary friend.

After waiting for a long time, once you encounter it, the impression will remain deep in your dreams.

When I ran to the school, the teacher who happened to be on duty was about to close the door, and the first day of the junior high school showed the speed of escape and rushed over.

There were four or five students who ran into the school gate with him, all of whom were stopped by the teacher.

The school is very strict in management, and those who come in when the door is closed are considered late, and they will be recorded and deducted points.

But he was not stopped on the first day of junior high school. When he rushed in from the two teachers, the teachers didn't seem to see him.

Invisibility worked.

He pinched the steel hammer in the small leather jacket in his pocket.

Sure enough, it has become refined, and it works.

Li Zihao hasn't troubled him for the past few days, nor has he come to ask him if he brought what he asked Yan Hang to bring.

Of course, it is impossible to bring that sentence to Yan Hang on the first day of junior high school. In his opinion, that sentence is of the same nature as "you wait for me", it is just a process.

When the atmosphere is up, you have to say it.

As for after finishing speaking, I am afraid that the owner of this sentence may not remember it.

Compared to Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will make the first day of junior high school uneasy.

The classmates who troubled him were all fake gangsters, not even fake gangsters, they just followed a gangster to trouble him.

But Liang Bing is not, Liang Bing is a real gangster.

Seeing the kind he'd better take a detour from.

People in the residential area at home would frown when they mentioned Liang Bing.

Not to mention how capable he is, the main thing is that he is shameless.

Even grandma, who has been invincible all her life, would not play tricks on Liang Bing under normal circumstances.

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was very unlucky. I ran into Liang Bing at school, and I still ran into him after school.

Liang Bing didn't go far away either, the scope of his activities was in his home area, which was probably considered his safe zone, and he might be taken care of by others when he went out of this area.

In short, when school was over at noon, I wanted to go back from the small street in front of Yan Hang's house on the first day of the junior high school. It was the shortest way for him to go home. He usually walked here, but as soon as he arrived at the intersection, he saw Liang Bing swaying on the road swinging.

Fortunately, his back was facing this side, so he didn't see him, so he could only go forward in the first day of junior high school, and go back by a long way.

As a result, after making a detour, just as they reached the intersection, they saw Liang Bing approaching in waves.

Is this patrolling the streets?

"Ah!" Chu Yi whispered angrily, but turned around again.

When he returned to the street, he was a little angry.

He had no intention of going home for dinner anymore, so he took out his cell phone and called his mother.

"I have something to do at school. At noon, I..." Before he could finish speaking, his mother interrupted him.

"Okay, I know, I won't come back for dinner, right?" Mom said, "When you come back in the afternoon, bring some noodles. Do you have any money?"

"Yes." Chu Yi said.

"Your dad is at home today, come back and ask your dad to give you the noodle money." Mom said.

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

After making the phone call, he lost his target. After wandering around the street for a while, he crossed the bridge and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.

After taking two steps, he stopped. Yan Hang should be working in the western restaurant here?

He was suddenly a little excited, and while walking in, he took out his mobile phone and sent Yan Hang a message.

-Which western restaurant did you work for?

After waiting for a long time, Yan Hang didn't reply him. He looked at the time, and suddenly realized that it was time for dinner, and Yan Hang was probably busy.

He was suddenly a little embarrassed, so he put the phone back in his pocket and walked along the road.

Not long after, I saw a western restaurant with a recruiting sign at the door.

He stopped and looked inside, should it be this one?But I didn't see Yan Hang.

He hesitated for a moment, leaned against a nearby tree, and continued to look inside.

Only two or three minutes later, a person came out of the room. He didn't dare to look at his face on the first day of the junior high school. He was afraid that some waiter would come to ask him after seeing him stuck here for a long time.

"Go in?" The man walked up to him and asked.

"Ah." Chu Yi raised his head when he heard this voice.

Yan Hang was wearing a restaurant uniform with a black background and red edges, and an apron.

The uniform is very ugly, and it can compete with their school uniforms, but Yan Hang wears it very pleasing to the eye.

"Please eat," Yan Hang tilted his head, "Come."

On the first day of the junior high school, he followed him into the restaurant.

good smell.

The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food, including the aroma of baked pastries, coffee, and the meaty aroma of various steaks, pork chops, and lamb chops.

This is his first time in a western restaurant.

Last year, my aunt wanted to take him to eat western food, but my mother refused to let him go. In the end, my aunt had to pack two steaks for him.

Grandma scolded all night while eating.

On the first day of the junior high school, I took a few mouthfuls carefully, but I didn't taste the taste.

"Sit here," Yan Hang took him to the corner by the window, "wait for me."

"Yan Hang," the first day of the junior high school called him, "Are you off work?"

"After get off work, take turns to eat now," Yan Hang said, "Sit here and wait for me."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang walked away, he was still a little nervous, there were several tables of guests in the store at the moment, all eating and chatting in low voices, looking very high-end.

He sat here in his ragged school uniform, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to have entered the wrong door.

Fortunately, Yan Hang came over soon, holding a piece of pizza and two glasses of drinks in his hand.

On the first day of junior high school, I quickly stood up, ready to pick it up.

"Sit," Yan Hang said, and put the pizza and drinks on the table, "There's no way in the back kitchen, do you still want to go in and help people wash the dishes?"

"Yes, okay." Chu Yi smiled and sat back on the chair.

"I also ordered a steak for you," Yan Hang said, "It will be ready in a while, what juice do you want?"

"Juier?" Chu Yi was taken aback, looking at the drink in front of him, "Isn't there, is there juice?"

"Black pepper," Yan Hang laughed, "I like black pepper juice."

On the first day of junior high school, he still didn't recover. It wasn't until Yan Hang walked away with a smile that he realized that he was talking about the sauce poured on the steak.

While waiting for the steak, he saw Yan Hang serve two tables of guests.

very nice.

Yan Hang's movements are very natural, but every movement is handsome. He even saw a young lady at a table come out with a mobile phone to take a sneak shot.

I felt very inspired on the first day of junior high school, so I took out my mobile phone.

When he saw Yan Hang coming over with a tray covered with a big lid, he pointed his phone at Yan Hang discreetly.

but.

It wasn't until Yan Hang came to the front that the shutter of the phone clicked.

A huge fuzzy, steaming lid was photographed.

However, compared to the failure of the sneak shot, the clicking sound of the mobile phone was the most depressing on the first day of the junior high school.

"Do you want to shoot me or steak." Yan Hang lifted the lid, glanced at him, and couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You," looked at the steak in the first day of the junior high school, "the phone doesn't, it doesn't, it does."

"It's time to change your mobile phone." Yan Hang poured black pepper sauce on the steak and sat down. "My dad has a mobile phone that he just replaced, and it's been used for a year. Would you like to use it?"

"I have," said the first day of the junior high school, "new ones."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ping, where is Apple?" Chuyi sighed, "My aunt gave it to me, but I didn't dare to let it go. My mother knows, I know."

"Then your mother didn't say anything when you took the shoes back last time, a new mobile phone is not allowed to use?" Yan Hang said.

"Small, auntie, no." The first day of junior high school looked at the steak.

"Your steak," Yan Hang picked up a piece of pizza, "Let's eat pizza together."

We two.

together.

Suddenly, there was a very comfortable warmth on the first day of junior high school.

After warming up, I remembered: "You don't, don't eat...don't eat, are you full?"

"You're talking about tongue twisters," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm in a bad mood today, and I can't eat anything, so just eat."

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, he hesitated and picked up the knife and fork.

I have seen how the knife and fork are used on TV, but it is the first time to poke and eat like this. He cuts very carefully, lest he accidentally throw the meat to Yan Hang's side.

Yan Hang also has bad moods.

So Yan Hang, who is free and unscrupulous, will also be in a bad mood?

"You...what's wrong?" Chu asked in a low voice.

"I want to chat with my dad at night." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he looked at him with a fork of meat, but didn't understand.

"There are some things you really want to know, but you're afraid to know," Yan Hang said while eating pizza, "It's best if you don't know, but if you really don't know, you feel that your life is unreal. It might have been false."

On the first day of junior high school, I was stunned for a long time and couldn't understand what Yan Hang said: "You can speak Chinese, and you can speak it in the same way as English."

"Damn," Yan Hang smiled, "Illiterate."

"I was in junior high school," said the first grader, "I am illiterate."

Yan Hang laughed so hard that he leaned on the back of the chair for a long time without stopping.

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, I thought Yan Hang had a nice smile and looked very happy.

Why are you still in a bad mood?