A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang looked down.

In the palm of his hand was a bright hexagonal black pebble and a red string.

With the subtle touch when he carefully pressed things on his hands in the first day of junior high school.

"It's done so soon?" Yan Hang picked up the small stone, and the holes for the rope in the middle have been drilled.

"No, soon." The first day of the junior high school looked at him nervously, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded, and passed the red string through the eyes.

When tying it to the ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: "The eyes are too, too small, and the leather rope and braided rope can't be worn through."

"This will do." Yan Hang said.

"Master, if I didn't, I wouldn't make it up," said Chu Yi.

Yan Hang laughed: "Got it."

This little stone is quite cool, with a simple and elegant shape, simple and clean color, and it is quite stylish when tied to the ankle.

"Actually, your aesthetics is stronger than what you usually show." Yan Hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.

"Tu, the aesthetics of a soil dog," Chu Yi smiled, and reached out to shake his ankle, "It looks good."

"Do you have mine?" Dad was listening in front, and now he turned around and asked, "Little dirt dog."

"Yes, there are many." The first day of the junior high school scratched his head in embarrassment, "I will show you, you can choose a photo, pick one."

"Okay." Dad nodded.

Chuyi took out his mobile phone, pressed it, and then the three of them looked at the black screen together.

Yan Hang felt that the phone had probably been dropped by Liang Bing just now, and it was no longer good enough, and the time to turn on the screen was much longer than usual.

In the middle of the first day of junior high school, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hands.

"What are we doing?" Dad asked.

"Wait to see the photos." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Dad nodded.

The screen finally turned on, and I poked the photo album on the first day of the new year. The photo album opened very quickly, and the folder called "Little Stone" opened quickly. After opening, black squares were arranged one by one, and it took a long time. Neither change.

"Here's a picture together." Chu Yi rubbed his nose, clicked on one of the black spots, and then held the phone in one hand and rested his cheek in the other, "Time flies, huh."

"Yeah," Dad stroked his chin, "I've grown a beard."

After finally opening this photo, Chu Chu zoomed in on the picture: "That's it, that's it, actually, it's not, it looks good."

"It's pretty nice," Dad took the phone, "I'll take a closer look, pick one, and you can give me a peek too?"

"Yeah!" The first day of the junior high school nodded immediately.

Yan Hang took a look at him, and felt that his father called him a little pitiful boy. He probably didn't show these stones to anyone, and no one would say they look good, let alone pick one for him. Drill an eye.

The small stones in the first grade of junior high school are quite small. Maybe the small stones don’t need to be ground for too long, and they are easy to hide.

But the colors and shapes are quite rich, and the more complicated ones are in the shape of petals. They are not very delicate, but they are all cute.

"Is this red one painted?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.

"That's how it is," Chuyi said, "I found it in the river."

"Let me pick this one, you can wear it on your hand." Dad said.

"Tomorrow, God will bring it to you." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Thank you," Dad said.

"No, you're welcome." Chu Yi waved his hand.

The small black stone is cold, and Yan Hang can always feel it, a small spot of coldness, I don't know if it is an illusion or real.

Before getting out of the car, he couldn't hold back the slipknot of the red rope and changed it to a dead knot.

It would be bad if I accidentally lost the intention of the first grade of junior high school.

Today is the first day of the music festival, and it’s Friday again. There are so many people in the square, it’s like being thrown into a huge speaker when you get off the bus.

The sound of music, the sound of people laughing and shouting.

Yan Hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.

He doesn't like excitement very much, and more often likes to be alone in a daze. Dad knows his habits very well, so he won't bring him to such occasions to join in the fun.

Today's scene can be regarded as the busiest he has ever seen except for the New Year's fireworks show.

"Go to the front?" Dad asked.

Yan Hang didn't speak, he hesitated, he glanced at the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of junior high school, he looked very excited. He kept turning his head and looking around, his eyes were shining.

"Go to the tree over there. It's too close to see the back of the head, and the voice is wrong." Yan Hang pointed to a tree in front of him.

There are also many people under the tree, and there are people standing on a stone bench.

When they passed by, one happened to go down from above. Yan Hang saw it, and hurriedly rushed over with a few steps, and pushed him onto the stone bench: "Go up, go up..."

"Ah." The first day of the junior high school also hurriedly stepped on the stone bench.

However, there were too many people on the stone bench, and it was difficult for him to stand on it.

"Help me." Yan Hang said.

Chu put his arm on his shoulder, thought for a while and smiled: "Small, son."

"You fucking come down." Yan Hang looked at him.

"No." Chu Yi smiled and shook his head.

A few drumbeats came from the other side of the stage, and the people around shouted together, and Chu Yi quickly turned his head to stare there.

Yan Hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a very magical person.

Just an hour ago, he was by the river, was beaten, his cell phone was dropped, and his pants were almost ripped off, but now he is completely fine.

In other words, since he left the river and returned to his house, he has basically returned to normal.

This amazing repair ability made Yan Hang feel a little emotional.

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't talk about the cause and effect of this incident, nor did he ask how he and his father found it. There was not even a second of discussion about this incident.

It was thrown aside very simply and neatly.

Regardless of whether the ability of the first day of junior high school was acquired actively or passively, Yan Hang felt that this child had a very strong endurance.

Dad didn't know where to go for a while, and when he came back, he had three small binoculars in his hand.

"Use this," he handed the binoculars to Yan Hang and Chuyi, "you can see clearly."

"Thank you, thank you Uncle Yan, Uncle." The first day of the junior high school took over the telescope.

"You don't need to call it so standard," Dad said, "It's such a long list."

"Thank you uncle." Chu Yi said.

"Yes, it's much easier to call it that way." Dad nodded.

On the first day of junior high school, he looked down at the telescope: "I haven't, I've played this, this."

"Let's play now," Yan Hang smiled, and looked towards the stage with a telescope. Several bald young men stood on top, "It's very clear."

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school also brought the binoculars to his eyes, and after a while he said, "Okay, it's far away."

Yan Hang looked at him.

He also took a look at Yan Hang, and after a pause, he calmly dropped the telescope: "Got it."

Yan Hang couldn't hold back his joy: "Native goods."

"Foreign goods," Chuyi continued to look through the binoculars, "seriously, be serious."

When they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of the people in the square had already been mobilized. There was a little movement on the stage, and someone below raised their hands and shook them.

When the band of bald youths started to perform, the shouts from below nearly drowned out the music.

The prelude was very familiar, and Yan Hang glanced at his father.

This is a song my dad likes very much.

Dad's understanding of English is limited to saying hello, hello, but he can sing this song.

"Oneday, Iwon'tbeinsane..." Dad really started singing along.

Yan Hang smiled, and sang together: "Won'tPlay, alltheirfoolishgames, Weallneedtoplay..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he couldn't care less about being in the stands, and turned to look at the two of them.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, it's nothing," Chu Yi said, "Eat whatever you want, what a surprise."

After this song was sung, the band sang another original song of their own, which was very popular, and everyone raised their hands like a small forest.

Yan Hang looked at the arms shaking in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

The voice in the ear also gradually faded away, leaving only this swaying shadow under the strong light.

Like shouting.

It also seems to be struggling.

A silent chaos of black and white.

Someone flicked him lightly on the face, and Yan Hang came back to his senses, and the sound of music and shouts that came back instantly poured into his ears, and he almost couldn't breathe.

"First day of junior high school," Dad called out to first day of junior high school, "How about we change places?"

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he agreed without thinking.

"Go over there, somewhere farther away," Dad pointed to a shopping mall across the street from the square, "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"

On the first day of the junior high school, I took a telescope and looked at it: "Yes, I invite you to drink tea."

"50 yuan a month is not enough for people to grab," Yan Hang said, "I still think about treating guests all day long."

"No, not every time, being robbed." Chuyi jumped off the stone bench.

"With my uncle here, it's not your turn to treat me." Dad smiled, "Go, go sit there for a while."

Yan Hang turned around and followed his father over there.

After walking two steps, someone grabbed his hand, and he turned around, it was the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled at him: "Your hands are a little cold."

"Well," Yan Hang responded, "It's windy."

He walked a few steps forward, but Chu Yi didn't intend to let go of his hand. He glanced at Chu Yi again: "Why don't you call me Brother Sheng, and I'll lead you across the street?"

"You are, not afraid, afraid." Chuyi asked.

Yan Hang paused, but did not speak.

On the first day of junior high school, they still didn't let go, and the two of them crossed the road hand in hand behind their father like idiots.

There are also many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If you are not particularly fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and sit and drink a cup of tea. It is very comfortable of.

They found an empty table and sat down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them, and he ordered a pot of green tea.

As soon as the tea was served, they stood up immediately on the first day of the new year and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was about to pour tea for them didn't intervene, so he had to walk away after standing for a while.

"First day of junior high school," Dad took a sip of tea, "Didn't you come out to play like this before?"

"I'm here at night, at home," Chu Yi sat down, "I'm in a daze."

"Isn't that boring?" Dad sighed.

"My grandfather, it's fun at my grandfather's house." The first day of the junior high school turned the cup, "I can go after the holiday."

"Grandpa's house is far away, isn't it?" Dad asked again.

"En." Chu nodded.

While listening to the two of them chatting, Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and took a few photos towards the stage.

This so-called Leica lens mobile phone can take pictures, and it feels quite good.

The stage was brightly lit, except for the colorful side illuminated by the light, the surrounding area was thickly dark and very lonely.

"You stutter," Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, "When did you start?"

"Remember, when something happened," the first day of junior high school thought about it, "My dad said I would talk, it was late, and it was not easy to talk. Grandma was always in a hurry and always scolded me. Once she scolded me, it would be more serious. It can't do it."

"Then you are scared." Dad said.

"Well," Chuyi smiled, "it's not stupid."

"It can be seen," Dad said, "try to speak slowly, and jump word by word, and you may stop stuttering."

"Really...is..." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang turned on the video on his mobile phone, facing the first day of junior high school.

"Look, don't you stop stuttering?" Dad applauded.

"He basically doesn't stutter when he speaks three words," Yan Hang said.

Dad was happy: "Then try a longer one, how old are you on the first day of junior high school?"

"Fourteen, here's the question," Chuyi sighed, "Is this longer, longer?"

Yan Hang laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his phone: "The sentence after you is quite long."

"Okay," Chu Yi turned his head and saw the cell phone facing him, "Live... broadcast...?"

"No, video." Yan Hang said.

"You...why...wh...wh, what..." Chu Yi stretched out his voice, amused himself, "Hey!"

"Take it easy," Yan Hang said with a smile, "It's so easy to change back, and no one will stutter."

"Yeah." Chu Yi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea with a smile, "This... this... tea... very, very fragrant."

Both Yan Hang and Dad have no sense of time. He is because of insomnia. Most of the time, night is just a whole block of time relative to daytime for him, and Dad doesn't care what it is, as long as he wants.

When they hesitated to go home on the first day of the new year, they realized that it was almost 11 o'clock.

"Yo," Dad stood up, "Hurry up, take a taxi."

"I don't think we can get a taxi right now." Yan Hang glanced at the square, and there was still a bustling crowd, "There are so many people."

"Bus, take the bus." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang doesn't like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn't want to stand on the bus for 10 minutes, nor can he sit.

But tonight, there is nothing to do in this situation. I will definitely not be able to get a taxi. It will take too long to walk back, so I can only squeeze the bus.

And it's really "squeezed".

The three of them were not the only ones who couldn’t get a taxi. There was only one bus line at this time, and they were at the front when they queued. After getting on the bus, Yan Hang found that there were endless people getting on the bus. Even if they got on the bus first, they followed There is no difference, all pasted together.

"Persevere, hold on, hold on!" The post on the first day of the junior high school stuck to him face to face, and tried to cheer him up.

Yan Hang sighed and laughed: "Shut up."

After the car drove for one stop, no one got out of the car, and some people squeezed into the car.

Chu Yi also sighed, and tried his best to move to the side, probably trying to separate himself from the aunt who was leaning on his back.

Just moved, he suddenly stopped, suddenly looked up at Yan Hang, and yelled in a low voice: "Ah!"

"What?" Yan Hang was taken aback by him, and lowered his voice, "Is it hard?"

"...No, no," the first day of the junior high school lowered its head again, and then raised it again, "I'm not yet, I'm not an adult yet, such a topic is not suitable for the topic."

"Then why are you so surprised?" Yan Hang asked.

"Little stone," said Chuyi, "yes, yes, no, did it fall?"

"No," Yan Hang rubbed the left ankle tied with the stone to his right calf with difficulty, feeling it, "Yes, I can feel it, the dead buckle is so easy to fall off."

"Oh," the first day of the junior high school breathed a sigh of relief, "I stepped on something hard and thought it was a rock."

"Don't worry," Yan Hang smiled, "Actually, I haven't received any gifts, and I won't lose them so easily if I receive them."

When I got off the bus, I squeezed and bent over forcibly in the first day of the junior high school, as if I was suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, I had to see exactly what I was stepping on.

"See clearly?" Yan Hang asked.

"A bottle with a cap." Chu Yi tugged at his crooked clothes.

"A bottle cap." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed: "You still talk about me, owe me."

"Let's go, hurry up, your grandma will scold you again when you get back later." Yan Hang said.

"No one at night, no one cares, no one cares about me," said the first day of junior high school, as if thinking of slowing down, so he repeated it again, "Night...nobody...no one...care, care, care about me. "

Yan Hang was smiling when a car drove by behind him and honked his horn.

"First day!" Someone shouted.

Yan Hang turned his head, a small white car drove over and stopped beside them.

The passenger window was open, Yan Hang looked in, and a middle-aged man was also looking out.

"My dad," Chuyi walked over, "You come back, are you here?"

"Where did you go?" Dad opened the door and got out of the car on the first day of the junior high school, "Get in the car, I'll see you off."

After saying this, Chuyi's father glanced at them, and then froze after passing Yan Hang's face.

Yan Hang quickly looked over to his father, but his expression was normal, with a smile on his face: "Go back with your father on the first day of the new year, we are right in front, very close, just two steps away."

"I..." The first day of junior high school hesitated.

"Get in the car," Yan Hang patted him on the back, "Do you still want to walk back alone?"

"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, opened the door and got in the car, then leaned against the window again, "I'm very happy today, heart, good night."

"Good night." Yan Hang said.

"Good night, uncle." The first day of the junior high school smiled at Dad again.

"Good night." Dad waved his hand.

After the car drove away, Yan Hang and his father stood by the side of the road without moving.

After being silent for a while, Yan Hang looked at his father: "Isn't it the first time his father saw you on the first day of junior high school?"

"I don't know," Dad lit a cigarette and continued walking forward, "It's the first time I've seen him anyway."

Yan Hang was silent for a while, then followed.

He would never ask such a question before, but now he feels like a book with a hundred thousand whys.