A Lucky Coin

There are very few people on the street at this time. People who eat and eat, watch TV at home after eating, and people who take a walk have not yet come out.

As soon as Yan Hang went out, he glanced on both sides of the road. The lights on the side of the street were very bright, and everything seemed calm. Then he went to the side of Chu's house to look. The street lights were not fully lit, and it was hard to see if there was anything in the dark place Condition.

"Go to his house," Dad said, "you make another call."

"Yes." Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number for the first day of junior high school.

This time, it's not that no one answered, but that it simply couldn't be connected.

"What the hell?" Yan Hang frowned.

"Let's go," Dad said, "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area, maybe people will block them."

Yan Hang followed his father to the direction of Chu's family.

To find this kind of blocked place, he only needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood up for him, and his father could hit him every time.

So he always felt that his father was a mess back then.

"The little poor boy probably hasn't gone out to play like this before, so he must be excited," Dad lit a cigarette while walking, "If you come here in a hurry, you won't make a detour... let's go there."

Dad pointed to a fork in the front right: "It won't be very far."

That's the way to the river. It's not too far to get to the river, and there are few people.

The first day of junior high school has been avoiding the crab, which means that he does not want to have conflicts with the crab, and the means of "making fun" of the crab and Li Zihao are definitely different. In this case, the first day of the junior high school will resist.

Yan Hang followed behind his father and quickened his pace.

After crossing the forked road and just seeing the willow trees by the river, Yan Hang heard the unique laughter among the gangsters, as if the gangsters all over the world have a uniform standard, and they can all make the same laughter and booing .

"Four," Dad said, "so easy."

Turning around the intersection, Yan Hang saw four people standing under the half-dark streetlight ahead, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.

He could recognize the school uniform from the first day of junior high school that had been burned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

They were still 30 meters away. Those few people didn't notice someone coming over here, and smiled intently. First, someone kicked Chuyi's back, and then the crab stepped on Chuyi's hand. A man bent over and grabbed the waistband of Chuyi's trousers.

"Damn stuff." Dad said.

As soon as this sentence was finished, Chu Yi suddenly pulled his hand out from under the crab's feet, and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.

The man yelled loudly amid the laughter.

The crab raised its foot and kicked against the head of the first grader.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed in a low voice, and rushed over there.

Crab was the first to notice someone coming, but Yan Hang's speed made him unable to react for a while even if he saw it.

When Yan Hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arms, ready to block possible attacks.

Crab's reaction was quick, but Yan Hang didn't greet him.

Dad said inertia is a good thing.

He jumped up and used his inertia to put his knee on the crab's right rib, and the crab jumped back without making a sound, and fell to the ground with its butt.

Crab's two little friends behind him surrounded him, Yan Hang didn't look back, there was his father behind him.

His second attack was with a fist, hitting the head, and he punched the face of the one who kicked the back of the first day of junior high school just now.

When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one, grabbed the collar of the other, and slammed it on the tree trunk next to him.

The flick was useless, and the man staggered to keep his balance, but crashed into a tree.

When Yan Hang pulled Chuyi up from the ground, the man rushed back again, a light flashed on his hand.

"Knife," he said.

Dad went up to meet him, slashed the man's wrist, and the knife fell to the ground.

Before Yan Hang could react, his father had already carried the man over to the railing, and threw him out of the river with a wave of his hand while the man was struggling and kicking.

Let's chirp.

The man fell into the black mud of the river beach.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at the crab that just got up from the ground.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he said that the crab had just returned, and he was probably trying to build up his prestige. If he ran away now, he would be ashamed.

So he rushed up again.

Maybe it was because of his fighting spirit being aroused, or maybe it was because of giving it a go, the speed at which he rushed over was a bit astonishing.

Just as Yan Hang pulled Chu Yi aside, his fist was already in front of him, and Yan Hang only had time to tilt his head.

Dodged the crab's ring, but didn't dodge something on his finger, and got a scratch on his face.

The opening should be very shallow, and Yan Hang's feeling is not too obvious.

He raised his elbow and hit the crab's head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.

When the crab raised its hand again, Chu Yi on the side suddenly rushed over.

Jumping up and down like a rainbow, the whole person bumped into the back of the crab, and hugged the crab with his arms from behind.

With this collision, the strength used in the first day of the junior high school was astonishing, and Yan Hang even heard a bang.

It feels like the crab may have knocked him out internally.

Then I saw that the crab lost its balance and was unable to support the ground because its arms were strangled by the first day of the junior high school. In the end, it could only try to lift its face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.

He had no experience in fighting in the first day of junior high school, and he had a lot of experience in being beaten, but he didn't need it right now.

This is the first time he has fought with someone since he grew up.

He could endure many things and ignore many things calmly, but he couldn't bear Liang Bing's behavior tonight no matter what.

When he saw Liang Bing's ring across Yan Hang's face, he felt that his blood was about to spurt from his eyes.

Liang Bing fell to the ground, his chin hit the ground, and he struggled to get up a few seconds later.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back, wrapping his arms tightly around Liang Bing.

The two with him wanted to come up, but Yan Hang and Uncle Yan were standing next to each other, and they moved and stopped.

"Fuck your mother and let go!" Liang Bing roared.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't say a word or move.

"First day," Yan Hang scratched his shoulder, "get up."

On the first day of the junior high school, he hesitated for a moment and let go, stepping away from Liang Bing.

Liang Bing got up quickly cursing, and threw his hand back in his face.

Yan Hang grabbed his wrist, twisted his back, and Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.

"You fucking..." Liang Bing raised his head and wanted to continue cursing, but Yan Hang slapped him on the back of the head. Liang Bing's face was knocked to the ground, and there was no sound when he raised his head again.

"Brother," Yan Hang pressed into his ear, "You have to behave properly when you come out to hang out, and he hasn't messed with you, so there must be a limit to having fun."

Liang Bing gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"To be the boss, you have to talk about the structure," Yan Hang said, "If you're in your 20s, you'll only be in these three streets. It's so boring."

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he let go of his hand. Liang Bing didn't jump up to attack again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan Hang for a while before saying: "Today, I'm dead, leave a name."

"Yan Jidao." Yan Hang said.

Liang Bing was stunned. He didn't know whether it was because he knew Yan Jidao on the first day of the junior high school, or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before, and he was a little surprised that another one appeared in such a few minutes.

Liang Bing glanced at Uncle Yan again.

"Yan Shu," said Uncle Yan while lighting a cigarette, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Fuck!" Liang Bing squeezed out a word between his teeth, and turned to look at Yan Hang after a while, "Yan Hang, remember."

Yan Hang smiled.

"Go." Liang Bing turned and left.

The two little friends pulled up the black mud-faced companion who had just emerged from the railing, stared at them, and followed Liang Bing.

All around fell silent.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned for a while before recovering, and raised his finger to point at Yan Hang's face: "Serious, is it serious?"

"It's okay." Yan Hang took out a tissue and pressed it on his face, "It's almost scabbed... You didn't hurt anywhere, did you?"

Chuyi shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"You..." Yan Hang frowned. On the first day of the junior high school, he felt that he probably wanted to say sorry, just like he said thank you, but Yan Hang didn't say anything, just patted him on the head, " Walk."

"Thank you," Chu Yi said, and looked at Uncle Yan again, "Thank you Uncle, Uncle."

"Why don't you bow again." Uncle Yan said with a serious face.

The first day of the junior high school bowed.

"Okay, I'll take it." Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and then on his arm, "I can't tell, it's quite strong."

"Don't hide it deep, don't reveal it." Chuyi smiled, picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.

The mobile phone is intact and undamaged, while the counterfeit phone has been dropped, but the signal seems to be gone. He restarted it, and the signal is full again.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The three of them walked back along the road until they reached Yan Hang's house, and finally got out of their chaotic emotions on the first day of junior high school.

Nervous, scared, angry, anxious...

After these emotions gradually dissipated, he was suddenly a little confused.

From the first time he knew what it meant to be embarrassed, the first time he knew what it meant to be bullied, and the first time he knew what it meant to be helpless, he never thought that he would explode so suddenly.

He always thought that he could carefully maintain his calm until he left here.

When he rushed towards Liang Bing just now, his mind was full of anger. He had never discovered that he could accumulate such a high level of anger.

But when the mood gradually calmed down, the whole person felt a little empty again.

The steps under his feet were a little unsteady.

"Didn't you eat?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school.

There was no sound all the way on the first day of the new year, and Yan Hang was a little worried whether his head was broken.

"No," Chu Yi rubbed his stomach, "I'll stay at home, and I'll be out after a while, I'll be out."

Yan Hang sighed: "I cooked a lot today, you can eat more later."

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled.

When he got home, Yan Hang didn't go to get food right away. He saw that the trousers of the first year of junior high school were full of dirt, and there was a triangular cut on the buttocks. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.

"You don't think this is your birth year, right? 12 years old?" Yan Hang asked.

"I'm 14." After answering the first day of junior high school, I was stunned, and touched my buttocks, and quickly covered the gap after touching the hole.

"Your school uniform is so torn." Yan Hang entered his room and rummaged through the cabinet, "What should I do?"

"Change immediately, change to summer school, take it." Said the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and took out a set of his own clothes and handed them to him: "Change to mine first, this set is a little too small for me."

I was a little hesitant on the first day.

"Or do you just wear your red underwear to the music festival?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the junior high school, I took the clothes and went into the toilet.

When Yan Hang prepared the dinner and brought it out, his father had already disinfected several scratches on Chuyi's body: "Bring an ice pack."

Yan Hang looked at the first day of the junior high school.

His own clothes were a bit too big for him, but after all, it was a set of normal teenagers' fashionable casual clothes. After wearing this clothes, it was the first time that he showed his shape on the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang feels that he has only seen what the first day of junior high school looks like until today.

His face is the same as usual, what the young ladies call "handsome guy", but once the clothes are lined up, the whole temperament is different, with a little coolness.

It's just too short.

Gee.

"Ice pack." Dad said again.

"Oh, where do you use it?" Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and took out an ice pack.

"There is a bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang touched the head of the first day of junior high school, found the bag, and put the ice pack on it: "What's the name of that person?"

"Liang Bing." On the first day of the junior high school, he supported the ice bag.

"Don't make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan Hang said, "If you make a detour, he will go over there to trouble you. I can't help you even if I want to."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Yan Hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with the first day of junior high school, but the first day of junior high school would definitely not agree, so he didn't mention it.

He hadn't dealt with Liang Bing just now. If he wanted to put it aside, someone let him see blood. Even if it was a small bloody mouth like today's, he would not let him go so easily.

He doesn't care whether he makes enemies or not, and it doesn't matter whether he causes trouble or not, anyway, he is bored every day, anyway, he stays in each place for a short time.

But the first day is different.

He stood up for Chuyi, so he had to give Chuyi a way out.

"The first day of junior high school," Dad said, "you can come here to play if you have nothing to do. Uncle will teach you a few ways to defend yourself."

On the first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.

"I see that you have good motor function, quick response, and enough strength," Dad said, "I will teach you a few simple movements, so that you can protect yourself when you can't run away, and you can find a chance to run again after carrying it twice. "

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school smiled a little embarrassedly.

"There's nothing shameful in running away," Dad also smiled, "If you can't beat him, of course you have to run."

"Ming, tomorrow," Chuyi quickly glanced at Yan Hang, "Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow." Dad said.

"Let's eat," Yan Hang sat down, "Don't drink today, drink?"

"Lemon juice," Dad said right away.

Yan Hang got up and opened the refrigerator, took out three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.

"I drink lemonade," Dad said.

"I only bought this." Yan Hang said.

"This kind of person, if he likes to drink this, he only buys this." Dad took a bottle and unscrewed it. "Fortunately, I am a kind person."

On the first day of the junior high school, I don't know if I was hungry because I was beaten or I got hungry after touching someone. In short, I ate a lot more today than when I came back last time.

But Yan Hang was quite surprised when he jumped out on the first day of the new year.

Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist when facing a gangster like Liang Bing, he was still a little surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since the first time he saw the first day of junior high school.

"Is the square far away?" Yan Hang took out his mobile phone, "I'll call a car to come over later."

"No, no, no..." Chu Yi waved his hands a little anxiously.

"Not far?" Yan Hang asked.

"Don't take a taxi," said Chuyi, "Take a bus, and you can get there directly."

Yan Hang glanced at his father, and the two said at the same time: "Let's take a taxi."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and sighed.

I envy Yan Hang very much.

I like Uncle Yan and their family very much.

Eating the last fried shrimp ball on the first day of the new year, he had never experienced such ease and tenderness in his own home.

When Yan Hang and Uncle Yan appeared by the river today, he couldn't believe his eyes. For a moment, he wondered if he had been beaten stupid and had hallucinations.

When Uncle Yan threw him down the river bank, and when Yan Hang pulled him up from the ground, all he could think about was, the gods descend from the sky, the gods descend from the sky, the gods descend from the sky, the gods descend from the sky...

I am very envious, but it is a pity that he does not have such a father.

Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma, and grandma is at least brave in most cases.

And I am not such Yan Hang.

"Are you full?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," the first day of the junior high school nodded quickly, "it's enough."

"Let's go," Yan Hang stood up while looking at his phone, "The car will be here soon."

On the first day of the junior high school, he glanced at the plate on the table habitually, and Yan Hang grabbed his wrist: "Control your long-term worker's soul."

"Okay." Chuyi nodded seriously.

The taxi hadn't arrived yet, and they were standing on the side of the road waiting.

Yan Hang's clothes smell very good, I don't know if it's washing powder or perfume or Yan Hang's own breath.

He lowered his head and sniffed his sleeves, then moved closer to Yan Hang, and sniffed him quietly.

It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and smelled it again, and when he tiptoed and leaned over to smell it on his shoulders and neck, he glanced at Yan Hang's face, and then froze.

Yan Hang was looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"Is your nickname Gouzi?" Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he gave him a thumbs up: "Yan Ban, Xian'er."

"The clothes have been washed." Yan Hang said.

"No, it's not," said Chu Yi hurriedly, "I am...the clothes are very, very fragrant."

"Because I sprayed perfume in my closet, little dog." Yan Hang said.

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

The taxi arrived soon, Uncle Yan sat in the front, and he and Yan Hang were in the back seat.

After getting in the car, Yan Hang and Uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report his address to the driver.

"Music festival," he said.

"Okay." The driver nodded and drove the car out.

Uncle Yan was stunned: "Actually, it doesn't matter if we don't know which square we are in, right?"

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

After they paused for a while, they became happy, and laughed together for a long time on the first day of junior high school.

When the taxi was crossing the bridge, he looked out the window on the first day of the lunar new year, and this place, which was usually only connected with his tree hole, became a little complicated in his heart now.

He put his hand in his pocket and found the little black stone.

It's smooth and feels great in the hand.

He took out the small stone and lightly pressed it in Yan Hang's palm: "Here."