A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang's mood is indeed not very good, to be precise, his mood is very easy to be bad, and if he stays for 10 minutes in a row, he may DOWN to the end.

His emotions are very delicate, and generally he dare not provoke them.

After I said that sentence today, I thought I could relax a lot, at least throw the question in front of my father, instead of the two of them tacitly avoiding talking about it all these years ago, and tacitly ignoring Ka The thorn between them.

But it was not easy, on the contrary, it added a bit of resistance and anxiety.

"Why didn't you go back to eat?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school who was concentrating on cutting meat.

"I want to invite you to eat, here you go." The first day of the junior high school lowered its eyelids.

"Then why didn't you say it yesterday, why didn't you say it in the morning?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to chew it intently.

"Have you been blocked by someone?" Yan Hang clicked his tongue twice.

"No," Chuyi shook his head, "it's defense, to prevent being blocked."

"Is that Li Dahao?" Yan Hang asked.

Chu took a look at him: "Son."

"Oh." Yan Hang really didn't remember the name very much, and always thought it was the number one little bastard.

"It's not him," Chuyi said, "No, he doesn't need to hide."

"Is that another call?" Yan Hang sighed.

"The one next door, upstairs," Chuyi said, "Missing the bastard, the bastard returned, returned."

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while he asked, "Did I trouble you?"

"If you see me, if you can, you will want to find some fun." The first day of junior high school was quite calm, "Look, it's okay if you don't see me."

"Forget about those trash from your classmates," Yan Hang said, "If this person troubles you, tell me."

"You fight, fight," Chu Yi took a sip of his drink, "Boss, did you win?"

"I've never lost before," Yan Hang smiled, "Call me dad when I think I'm going to lose."

"Ah? Uncle, Uncle will help you fight, fight?" The first day of junior high school was a little surprised.

"Well," Yan Hang leaned back in the chair and raised his head, "We are so boring sometimes."

Yan Hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he was off work and went to the small supermarket to buy vegetables, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.

Maybe it's because I've been to too many places and met too many people, what kind of people will have what kind of eyes, what kind of temperament, and you can find it with a little attention, but most people are in a hurry. Will stop and look around.

This gangster was tall and thin, squatting on the side of the road and smoking with a few friends, he looked no different from a young man with nothing to do.

But when Yan Hang walked past them, he took a look, and suddenly several people stared at them at the same time.

It seems to be shouting in unison, look fart, come, fight!

Yan Hang looked away and entered the supermarket.

It's normal for such a gangster to hide in the first grade of junior high school, which is not on the same level as his junior high school classmates who study in strict management schools.

This kind of person is not something that can be overcome in silence in the first day of junior high school.

It was early to get off work today, Yan Hang bought groceries and brought them home, and checked the time, it happened to be almost time for him to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.

He looked out the window.

"What?" Dad was fighting landlords with his mobile phone, and asked him some time, "Look at the first day of the new year?"

"He might be in trouble if he wants to come back at this time." Yan Hang said.

"Wait for him at the intersection," Dad said, "Hero Yan."

"You wash the rice and cook the rice first," Yan Hang looked back at him, "I will eat rice today, and I will cook two dishes in a while."

"I want to eat western food." Dad said.

"Just say you don't want to cook." Yan Hang said.

"Our prince is smart," Dad laughed, "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan Hang insisted.

"All right, all right, I'll cook after I lose this one," Dad said, "You forgot to buy wine."

"Well, I'm going to buy it now." Yan Hang glanced out the window again, opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, sporadic students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan Hang looked at the supermarket, and found that the gangster was no longer squatting there, and was strolling towards the street with a few friends.

Yan Hang's walking posture made Yan Hang very uncomfortable, like a crab with a limping leg, for fear that people would not be able to see that he was a gangster if he walked with his legs back a little.

Two boys who looked like high school students passed by them, and Crab flicked a cigarette butt into the face of one of them.

The boy turned his head annoyed, and the crabs immediately turned around. It was obvious that they were in high spirits. As long as the other party resisted a little, they would jump on them.

The boy's classmate gave him a hand, and the two left.

The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy, and continued to walk forward with his legs swung while cursing.

Yan Hang arrived at the intersection before them, and the number of students returning home gradually increased. Yan Hang searched for the first grade of junior high school among these students.

You don't need to look at the group of students, they are only in there when they are being bullied in the first year of junior high school, and Li Zihao's team hasn't troubled him these days, so he must be alone.

But after watching for a long time, I didn't see the first day of junior high school.

If it wasn't for the first day of junior high school, it could only be because he was too short to see.

The crab also arrived at the street corner, leaning on the sign post and chatting with people.

The street is quite wide, and Yan Hang is standing here, and the crab didn't see it, or if he was so boring, he might have come to trouble him.

Just when I was about to make a call to ask about the first day of junior high school, the phone rang and a message came in.

It was sent on the first day of the new year.

- what are you doing standing there

Yan Hang raised his eyebrows, this kid is invisible?

He raised his eyes and looked around. The intersection was a T-junction, and when he came out, he came out to the bustling road with a lot of people and cars. He could only hide somewhere on the opposite road on the first day of junior high school. Discover.

"Are you invisible?" Yan Hang sent a voice message.

- i'm behind the tree

Tree?Yan Hang was stunned. There was a row of trees across the road. When he saw the fourth tree one by one, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind the tree and shook it.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, put the phone back in his pocket, and crossed the road.

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't want to have a conflict with the crab. As long as the crab didn't take the initiative to make trouble, Yan Hang didn't plan to do it for him, so after crossing the street, Yan Hang stood by the tree and looked ahead at the shop window on the side of the road. .

"How long are you going to stand here?" he asked.

"I didn't wait for you, I left early." Chu Yi turned to the tree.

"Where are you going?" Yan Hang asked.

"Go around, just a little far away, okay," Chu Yi tilted his head and looked at him, "You buy, buy vegetables?"

"Come out for a walk after shopping," Yan Hang said, "Let's go, let's see how we get around."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak. He peeked out one eye from behind the tree and looked at the opposite crab, then turned around and continued walking along the road.

Yan Hang followed: "Is there a supermarket here? I'm going to buy wine later."

"Yes, I'll take, take you there." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang followed the first day of the junior high school and circled around this residential area for more than half a circle, and returned to the road they always passed when they were running.

"Walking around, is this here?" He looked around.

"God, it's amazing." Chu Yi said, and pointed to the side, "Supermarket."

"You hide back and forth every day, when will you be a head?" Yan Hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.

"Graduation, that's it, that's all." The first day of junior high school smiled, "I'll go to work."

"Child labor is not allowed now," Yan Hang said, "You can only get a fake certificate, but you are underage at first glance, definitely not."

"Ah." Chu Yi was taken aback.

"At least I went to high school," Yan Hang said, "Any vocational high school is fine."

"Yes, it makes sense." The first day of junior high school seemed to be a little excited suddenly, "I passed the exam, and I was far away from him. No, no one knows me. It's fine."

"What do you want to learn?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, I know." The first day of junior high school didn't seem to care much about what to learn.

Yan Hang feels that as long as he can get out of the current environment, it probably doesn't matter if he is asked to learn how to carry big bags.

After wandering in the pleasant imagination for a while on the first day of junior high school, he took something out of his pocket: "Here, see."

"Show me?" Yan Hang took it over, "I thought it was for me, you are very skillful in stammering."

"This is too, it's too shabby for you." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang looked at the small thing in his hand, it was a small black stone, ground into a hexagonal shape, and it was polished quite finely.

"Awesome," Yan Hang scratched the stone with his nails, it was very hard, "What did you use to grind it?"

"On the ground." Chu Yi said.

"... squatting on the ground?" Yan Hang was quite surprised, "You have a lot of time."

"It's been a while, self-study class for a week." The first day of junior high school smiled.

"What material is the classroom floor in your school?" Yan Hang asked.

"Outside, outside," said the first day of junior high school, "when the self-study is not, I will go out, go out when the teacher is out."

"Oh." Yan Hang responded, and he could almost guess why this happened in the first day of junior high school.

"You like it, do you like it?" The first day of the junior high school asked a little hesitantly.

"Don't tell me you won't give it to me." Yan Hang said.

"Shoot it again, polish it, it will look better." The first day of the junior high school scratched his head.

"Then polish it up and give it to me," Yan Hang said, "I'll make a hole for an anklet."

"Okay." Chuyi nodded happily, and glanced at his ankle again.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang lifted his trouser legs, exposing his ankles, "Perfect, it looks good with a wine bottle cap on it."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, but applauded him.

"Smack you," Yan Hang pointed to him, then patted him on the shoulder again, "It's all right, it's safe, go home quickly."

After waving goodbye to Chuyi, before turning the corner, Yan Hang's mood had already slipped all the way, shrinking nervously at the bottom of the valley.

But when he returned home with the wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables as soon as he entered the room. The smell of rice was already in the room, and he felt at ease again.

This kind of tension and relaxation intertwined in the heart is a bit difficult to control.

"Can you make another meatloaf, baby?" Dad asked.

"Okay." Yan Hang put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen.

"Add curry—" Dad draws his voice in the living room.

"Okay—" Yan Hang replied.

I don’t know when he started to like cooking. Chinese food and Western food are fine. Standing at the counter and looking at the ingredients in front of him, what kind of taste does he have, what kind of aroma does he have when he is with whom, and who In addition, who will have what color, what kind of taste you want, can be predicted and controlled.

Compared with many other things, it is simpler and clearer.

It's quite easy to make stir-fries today, and he made three dishes and one soup on the table in a short time.

Curry meatloaf, three-cup chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, except for a seaweed egg drop soup, all meat.

Dad took two glass teacups and poured them full of wine.

Yan Hang sat down, took a piece of ribs and just put it in his mouth, when his father over there had already picked up the glass and took a big gulp of wine.

"Slow down." He glanced at Dad.

"Eat food with big mouthfuls and drink with big bowls," Dad smiled, "People only live for decades."

"Isn't our goal a hundred years or so?" Yan Hang picked up his glass and took a sip of wine.

He prefers beer to Erguotou, but Dad's favorite is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest kind.

Dad smiled and took another sip, then took a piece of meatloaf and ate it slowly. It took a long time before he said again: "I delayed you."

This inexplicable sentence made Yan Hang pause in the air with the chopsticks he was preparing to pick up vegetables: "It's the same as a girl who can't get married."

Dad was happy for a while, and looked at him: "It would be great if you were a girl."

"Why didn't you have two children back then, maybe the second one will be a daughter." Yan Hang said.

Dad's smile froze for a moment, and Yan Hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he didn't know how to get back the words suddenly.

I could only bow my head and take a sip of wine.

"Yeah," Dad picked up the cup, "The main reason is... there is no chance."

Yan Hang looked at the wine in the glass and remained silent.

"You weren't even two years old when your mother died. I wanted to wait for you to grow up, but I didn't have time." Dad smiled.

It seems that Dad doesn't plan to eat tonight, just drink.

Perhaps in order to speed up the process of "chatting", he ate half of the meatloaf and drank most of the glass of wine, filling himself up again.

"You are worthy of being my son, so calm down," said the father, "It took me so many years to ask."

Yan Hang didn't speak, just took a couple of sips and continued to eat.

"When I was young, it was very hard," Dad said, "I can't remember where your grandparents are from, but I know that I worry about how to live every day, and I dare to do anything for money. "

"If I had known that I was living well now, I wouldn't have to worry about it then." Yan Hang said.

Dad laughed, reached out and slapped him on the head: "You boy."

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed: "How are you living now?"

Yan Hang was silent.

"Your mother is actually not very good-looking." Dad curled his lips, "She is quite tall, with fair skin, and she is really not good-looking."

The topic suddenly changed without warning, Yan Hang raised his head and looked at his father.

This was the first time he heard his father mention his mother when he grew up.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, a little bit excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, nor any emotional sustenance, and he even had a momentary feeling. As if probing the curiosity of a stranger.

But under these, there is a certain kind of faint breath.

This tall, fair-skinned, not-so-good-looking woman was his mother, a dear relative.

Once such feelings came up, everything changed.

He suddenly wanted to cry.

"But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad smiled.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to comment on your wife that way?" Yan Hang also laughed.

"It's okay, I said that to her face to face." Dad held the glass, and the wine was already half down, "It's wild and stubborn..."

Dad lowered his voice: "You must marry me."

"Do you want to lose face?" Yan Hang said.

"No more," Dad said in a low voice, "what face is there when I have her."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

There was a tremor in Dad's voice.

After a while, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine and spoke again, his voice had returned to steady: "Your grandpa and grandpa are very kind to me. I got to know each other when I helped them pull a broken refrigerator in the supermarket, they love to educate people, they would educate people back and forth when they caught me, and forcibly borrowed books for me.”

Yan Hang laughed: "The little stuff in your belly was saved at that time, right?"

"Well, your mother is ignorant and refuses to read. I let me read all the books in her family." Dad said with a smile.

"What happened later?" Yan Hang asked.

"Then they fell out, saying that they would never see each other." Dad's smile disappeared, "It really is that they will never see each other."

"Why?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Because I married your mother," Dad sighed, "It's fine if I didn't marry her, and she's not good-looking, just grit my teeth and I'd be fine if I didn't marry her."

Yan Hang looked at his father's hand holding the cup, the knuckles turned white from the force, and the wine in the cup gently rippled in circles, and it could be seen that his hands were shaking badly.

"Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.

"En." Yan Hang responded softly, suddenly regretting.

"You slept very well that day, so we took the time to go out and have a barbecue. When we came back after eating," Dad turned his head to look at him, "Someone stabbed someone in the street and even robbed him."

Yan Hang's heart sank suddenly.

"Your mother rushed over, she was very fierce, she has always been very fierce, she is not a donkey, a donkey can't compare to her," Dad laughed as he said, "I also rushed over, this kind of thing has to be done. I’m the one who’s up there.”

Yan Hang froze on the chair and listened to his father's laughter disappearing little by little.

"I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "When I woke up, your mother was lying next to me. She was so cold when I held her hand..."

"Did you catch anyone?" Yan Hang asked with some difficulty.

"No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what he looked like."