A Lucky Coin

He was a little excited on the first day of junior high school, and he was very excited all night. He could feel that he was very excited, which meant that he was really excited.

He was sitting in the passenger seat, humming a song softly.

"Are those two your new friends?" Dad asked.

"Well, Yan Hang," Chu nodded, "The clothes, clothes and shoes are all given to me by him."

"It's Yan Hang, right?" Dad looked at him, "Is that man his father?"

"Yes," the first day of the junior high school smiled, "just now, we went to the music festival together and played."

"When did you meet?" Dad asked again.

"Last, month." On the first day of junior high school, he turned his head and glanced at Dad. Dad had a lot of questions today. Usually, he rarely asked these questions. The whole family didn't have the habit of knowing his various movements.

"That's it." Dad drove the car downstairs, found a place and stopped, "Do you know the situation of his house?"

"Why, what's wrong?" Chu Yi frowned.

"I think his father," Dad said, "is a bit weird. You'd better...don't associate with them."

On the first day of the lunar new year, I was taken aback, and before I could ask any more questions, my father had already pulled out the car key and got out of the car.

"Why, is it weird?" Chu Yi jumped out of the car and asked.

"Just don't worry about it," Dad said, "just to be safe."

"Oh." The first day of the junior high school answered without asking further.

When I got home, my grandparents were already asleep, and my mother had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw her father, she straightened her face: "Your team asked you to work overtime, will you pay overtime pay? It’s been an hour, but it’s been a few hours.”

"Someone has to be picked up, the plane is one hour late." Dad said.

"Why did I ask you to go? Don't you have a rest today? You are the only driver in your company!" My mother was very upset, "You are a coward. You can do whatever you are asked to do, even if you refuse!"

"Old Ding suddenly said he couldn't come due to something, so Mr. Luo called me, what can I do." Dad sighed, went into the toilet and closed the door.

"Lao Ding hasn't dealt with you for such a long time! You Mr. Luo doesn't know! Lao Ding's work requires you to work overtime," the mother insisted, "Isn't this a disgusting person intentionally!"

Dad was quiet in the toilet.

"Why are you sticking around here! You've been crazy all night and you can't find your soul!" Mom turned her head.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly lowered his head and walked to the desk, turned on the lamp and sat down.

"I haven't finished my homework, and I still have the face to go out crazy!" My mother glared at him.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took out his notebook silently, lay down on the desk, and buried his face as low as possible.

After his mother returned to the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at today's homework.

There are quite a lot of homework, and I may have to write it after one o'clock, but I don't care about it in the first grade of junior high school. Compared with going to play tonight, it is no problem to write the homework until tomorrow morning.

But he stopped after writing a few words. His mother scolding him didn't affect his happy night, but his father's attitude just now made him a little depressed.

My mother said that my father is a coward, but in fact it is not entirely a curse. My father is timid, cautious in everything, and usually tries to avoid things when he encounters something... He is a cowardly and fearful model.

what.

I may be so tolerant that I inherited it from my father.

Dad is also very suspicious. Although he won't take everyone's kindness as an insult like his mother and grandma, he always feels that with their family's situation, anyone who approaches them may be trying to dig a hole for them. Jump.

It's just that I just met Uncle Yan, and I made such a judgment for him, and I was quite panicked in the first day of junior high school.

From the perspective of the first day of junior high school, even people like Li Zihao are not really bad people.

Yes, and that old man.

Dad's colleague, I met him once in the first day of junior high school, and I didn't even say a word, but I was afraid of this person for no reason, and his eyes were particularly fierce.

Dad didn't deal with him. This statement is not accurate. In fact, it's just that Dad unilaterally thinks that Lao Ding is annoying and not easy to mess with. Lao Ding didn't pay attention to Dad. Son beat dad.

As for Dad's character, he would still laugh awkwardly when we meet again.

In this way, he is still better than his father. Although he will tolerate people he hates, he will not force himself to please.

On the first day of junior high school, my mind was full of chaos, my father for a while, the music festival for a while, and Yan Hang for a while.

Yan Hang is a very special person.

Not only because Yan Hang is his first real friend since he grew up.

Good English, handsome, sometimes cool, but also very arrogant, good at fighting, super delicious cooking, and beautiful ankles...

And very gentle.

Even if he knew what kind of person grandma was, what kind of situation his family was like, and he was a person who would endure everything without principle, Yan Hang still respected him very much.

Yes, respect.

When he lay down on the table on the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang respected him.

what a man.

"Do you want supper?" Yan Hang asked his father when he entered the door.

"I'm full from drinking tea," Dad yawned, "I can't eat any more. If you're hungry and want to make a midnight snack, I'll eat something with you."

"...I'm not hungry." Yan Hang said.

"Then don't eat, you still have to go to work tomorrow, go to bed early." Dad entered the room.

Yan Hang stood in the living room for a few seconds, then went back to his own room, got a change of clothes and was about to take a shower, his mind was a bit messy, and he had to wake up after the shower to tidy up.

Or not tidy up.

It’s like tidying up the house, throwing things in the box randomly, and closing the lid. As for what is in the box and what is in the box, we will wait until the lid is accidentally opened one day.

When he took the clothes to the living room, Dad also came out of the house with a change of clothes.

He looked at Dad, and Dad looked at him.

A second later, they both rushed to the bathroom at the same time.

Yan Hang is faster than his father, but his methods are not as ruthless as his father's.

Shameless to be exact.

As soon as he touched the doorknob of the bathroom, his father grabbed his waistband from behind.

Even the outer pants and underwear were pulled back.

"Hey! Old Yan, you are too damn old and disrespectful!" Yan Hang felt that his butt was about to be exposed.

"You're old!" Dad continued to pull him back.

Yan Hang had to hold the door frame with one hand and pull his trousers with the other: "You are my father!"

"I didn't realize I was your father until I grabbed the toilet!" Dad let go.

But before Yan Hang lifted his legs to walk in, his father had already wrapped him around the waist, and then squeezed his wrist that was holding the door.

His wrist was numb, and Yan Hang took a breath and let go.

In just two seconds, Dad had already thrown him aside and entered, and even closed the door.

"You have guts!" Yan Hang thumped the door.

"Have you learned it?" Dad was happy inside.

"Do you have the nerve to let others learn the trick of pulling your pants?" Yan Hang turned his wrist and sat at the door of the bathroom, the hesitation has not yet completely passed.

However, he did not use this move very neatly every time, and he couldn't pinpoint the right place.

Several times, it was only when someone pinched the other party that it hurt.

He probably will never be able to compare with his old father in this kind of thing.

old rivers and lakes.

is it?

right.

An orphan who doesn't even know where he is. When others are enjoying a comfortable life without any worries, what he thinks about is how to survive.

For so many years, his father has allowed him to live as if he is free from any external harm, and Yan Hang can more or less feel what kind of person he is and what kind of abilities he has.

Good at reading people, but also good at disguising.

Yan Hang could tell the change in Dad's expression on the first day of junior high school today, and it's impossible for Dad not to see it.

Dad avoided this detail and only said that it was the first time we met. This is not particularly in line with his habits. Generally speaking, he would take the opportunity to analyze the meaning of this expression.

So Dad might not be telling the truth.

But with the experience that Yan Hang has accumulated after following him for so many years, it is not impossible to say that he has never seen it.

The father in the first year of junior high school is the kind of person who may not notice him even if he stands in front of you, and even if he says a few words, he will forget what he looks like the next day.

Yan Hang lit a cigarette and drank it.

He doesn't want to think about a lot of things, trying to make himself like a dogtail grass planted by his father in a flowerpot and well protected, and he takes it with him to see the scenery every day. The only thing he needs to worry about is walking around with the flowerpot Some people will suddenly disappear one day.

But he still couldn't help thinking about it. Day by day, this worry can no longer be put aside casually.

After a long pause, he threw the already extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can.

Dad may not have really seen the father of the first day of junior high school, but he must have appeared in the place where the first day of junior high school father can see him, and what did he do to make the first day of junior high school father recognize him immediately when he sees him again? A change in expression.

Dad opened the bathroom door, and when he saw him, he was stunned: "Are you in line?"

"I'm sorry I didn't take the first place to take a shower." Yan Hang said.

"Go wash it. If you don't want to, just wash it for a while." Dad smiled and scratched his hair, threw the changed clothes into the bucket next to him, and went back to the living room.

When Yan Hang came out of the shower, his father closed his eyes on the sofa, and he didn't know if he was asleep or closed his eyes to rest.

"On the first day of junior high school, he said he will come tomorrow, so don't let him rush into nothing." Yan Hang said.

"Don't worry," Dad closed his eyes and smiled, "I told you not to go out for a while."

Yan Hang returned to the room, plugged in the earphones and lay down on the bed.

There was a message on the phone. He picked it up and took a look. It was sent on the first day of the new year.

a photo.

The photo was taken of the red round stone that my father picked today, and it has already been eyed.

- you are working overtime

On the first day of the new year, I immediately sent another photo. It was still a red stone, and the red rope was threaded on. However, the red rope was not passed through alone, but double-threaded, forming an X shape, and knotted on both sides of the stone.

- got two eyes?

- Well, crossed eyes, so you can wear two ropes, not easy to fall off, tomorrow I will put another eye on the black one, and wear an extra rope

-good

Yan Hang looked at the black stone on his ankle and sighed.

This state in the first year of junior high school made him a little uncomfortable. He always felt that if someone treated him better, he would go all out to treat him well and his character would be hurt in the future.

But... a person who grew up like this in the first day of junior high school has almost the heart of a diamond.

"I can really worry about it." Yan Hang closed his eyes with his arms pillowed on his head.

It's a good thing to be able to fall asleep, but it's very depressing to keep dreaming when you fall asleep.

Especially since I can't dream of anything good.

He was running in the dark behind Dad and a woman, cold and scared.

He tried his best to run faster, to get closer to his father, to see his father's face clearly, and to see the woman's face clearly, but he still missed a few steps.

A figure appeared in front of him.

Can't see face.

But he knew for sure that it was his father in the first grade of junior high school.

Raise your hand.

Knife.

Eyes full of blood.

When Yan Hang struggled to open his eyes, he could still hear his rapid breathing, and his heartbeat still hadn't calmed down like a drum.

He lay on the bed staring for a while before slowly recovering.

The sky is already bright.

At least he fell asleep for a few hours, he patted his head to express comfort.

Laying on the bed for a while, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he was taken aback. There was a man sitting cross-legged on the window sill.

Although you don't need to think about it, you know it's your father, but this posture that seems to be done by an old fairy is still a bit too novel.

"I found that the air is better by the window of the living room in the morning." Dad said, "There is probably a fried dough stick outside the window of my house. It is fried at four o'clock every day, and it is full of oily smoke."

"Want to change rooms with me?" Yan Hang walked up to him and looked out, "No one stopped to watch your special morning exercise posture..."

Before he finished speaking, someone stopped.

"Who said no," Dad pointed to the first day of junior high school who suddenly appeared happily running from the side, "Did you see that, he will be here soon."

On the first day of junior high school, he looked in a good mood, and his steps were brisk.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw his father meditating on the window sill. He was obviously caught off guard and froze in place.

"Stop." Dad snapped his fingers and stretched out his hand in front of Yan Hang.

Yan Hang squeezed a peanut from the bag next to him and put it in his father's hand.

"Don't be stingy." Dad still stretched out his hand.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue, took 50 yuan from his pocket, and exchanged the peanuts.

"Little Chuyi!" Dad collected the money in satisfaction, and called Chuyi, "What are you doing there?"

"Uncle," the first day of the junior high school came over and stood in front of the window sill, "what are you doing, what are you doing? It's like hanging a picture."

Yan Hang was amused.

"Also...bring...a...drawing...frame." Chuyi added slowly with a drawn-out voice.

"I'll smoke you," Dad jumped off the window sill with a smile, "Have you eaten breakfast yet? Come in and eat together?"

"Eat," said the first day of the junior high school, and glanced at Yan Hang after speaking, "but still, not yet, full."

"Sandwich?" Yan Hang asked.

"Eat." Chu nodded.

The sandwich is very simple. Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and went through the ingredients quickly in his mind. Cucumber, egg, luncheon meat, cheese, and a bag of whole wheat bread, it's all right.

He took his things and walked into the kitchen. He had just placed the materials neatly on the countertop according to his habit, and the first day of the junior high school followed him.

"It's simple, you don't need to fight." Yan Hang said.

"Well," the first day of the junior high school squatted down and pulled the small stone on his ankle, "I'll use it to drill, drill holes."

"Oh." Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the junior high school, I took out a pair of small scissors from my pocket, cut the knotted little red rope, and took the stone down.

Yan Hang suddenly felt uncomfortable.