A Lucky Coin

In fact, "establishing a certain relationship" is a very wonderful thing. People will panic when they don't have it, as if they can't step on it, but they will also panic when they have it.

Fear of losing, fear of being broken.

Sitting side by side on the sofa with my dad on the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and carefully drilled holes in the black stone.

Dad has already tied the red stone on his hand, and is watching the busy work on the first day of junior high school with great interest.

The tool used in the first grade of junior high school looks quite professional. He used a hand-twisted drill to fix the stone on a small black base, turn the drill bit by hand, and slowly drill a small hole in the stone. .

"You drill across like this," Dad said, "how do you ensure that the two eyes are parallel?"

"I've measured it." The first day of the junior high school continued to turn the drill.

"What amount do you use?" Dad asked, "I didn't see you measure it."

"My big eyes." Chu Yi pointed to himself.

"Second goods." Dad laughed.

Yan Hang took out the finished sandwich and put it on the coffee table: "Eat it first, is there something wrong with you running out so early?"

"I'm going to the market, and I'll buy some soap for my grandma, a footbath." When I saw the sandwich in the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the things in my hand and reached for it, "It's so beautiful."

"Hey," Yan Hang flicked the back of his hand quickly, "wash your hands."

"Oh." The first day of junior high school smiled and rubbed the back of his hands, then went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

After eating the second breakfast, I was full of energy on the first day of junior high school. I quickly drilled the black stone and threaded it again with two red strings.

Yan Hang tied the stone back to his ankle. The previous feeling eased a little. He hesitated for a moment and asked the first day of the junior high school, "Where's that rope?"

"Cut it off, ah." Chu Yi looked at his ankle.

"Give it to me, I want to keep it." When Yan Hang said this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, feeling like a hypocritical little girl.

Dad glanced at him.

Chu gave him the cut little red rope. He wanted to put it away in the house, but felt embarrassed, so he hesitated and had to put the rope on top of the TV first.

"I'm past noon, can you come over?" When he was about to leave on the first day of junior high school, he looked at his father and asked.

"Okay, just have dinner with me, Yan Hang won't be back at noon." Dad said.

"I'll bring food." He said again when he opened the door on the first day of the junior high school.

Before Dad could speak, he trotted away.

"What food can he bring with money?" Dad looked at Yan Hang.

"Let's see what to eat," Yan Hang smiled, "Let him bring it, otherwise he will have to grind a custom-made stone for you every day if you don't let him spend some money."

Dad laughed a few times and leaned on the sofa: "I'll go out in the afternoon..."

Yan Hang was about to pack the dishes into the kitchen, but he stopped abruptly after hearing this, and turned to look at his father.

"Just go around, I want to say that you don't need to buy vegetables today, I just bring them when I come back." Dad said.

"En." Yan Hang responded and entered the kitchen.

This is the first time Dad told him before going out, and said when to come back.

Yan Hang was not relieved because of the prediction, but a little anxious.

Putting his hands on the desk and lowering his head, he couldn't relax for a long time.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and when he was touching the lighter, his father suddenly reached out from the side and lit it with a lighter.

Yan Hang leaned over to light a cigarette, then turned to look at his father: "When are we leaving?"

Dad glanced at him, and after a moment of silence he smiled: "This time you are in charge."

Yan Hang didn't speak, just looked out the window with a cigarette in his mouth.

Yan Hang ran to work today to relieve his emotions, otherwise he was afraid that he would beat him up if he ran into a long-winded customer.

However, there were a lot of people on weekends. He came in to several tables within a short time after changing his clothes, and it didn't stop until noon.

I was really busy, and my emotions were temporarily put down.

It was just that during the lunch break, he had no appetite, so he sat there after drinking a glass of milk and listening to a few colleagues chatting while eating.

The phone vibrated, and a message came over on the first day of the lunar new year.

He clicked it and took a look.

It was a photo of him standing in front of a sandbag on the first day of the junior high school, posing with a serious face, which amused him.

-Where did my dad take you crazy?

- boxing gym!

Yan Hang could feel the excitement of the first day of junior high school overflowing from this exclamation mark.

Dad would go to the boxing gym from time to time, and he had to go to the gym where there was no boxing gym, and he had to be exhausted every time before coming back.

He used to think that his father liked these things, but now that he thinks about it, most of the pain that his father suppressed can only be vented through such a large amount of exercise.

-Did I teach you any tricks?

Yan Hang replied to the first day of the junior high school.

-taught me how to punch, and also taught me how to block other people's fists

- teach me how to use my legs later

- Uncle Yan is really amazing!

On the first day of the new year, he sent three messages in a row, typing on his mobile phone was much faster than speaking.

"Then practice hard and give me a show tonight." Yan Hang sent a voice message with a smile.

- I'm afraid I'll hurt you

Yan Hang looked at the news, lowered his head and laughed for a long time: "You are much more eloquent than you are when you brag. If you can punch me, I will lose."

The first day of junior high school didn't say anything else this time, just returned a small expression.

-【strong】

Yan Hang also returned a small expression.

-【applaud】

In the afternoon, a colleague wanted to change shifts with him, Yan Hang agreed and left shift early.

In fact, it doesn't make any difference to him which day he goes to work and which day he rests, yesterday, today, tomorrow, this day, that day, a certain day.

When he got home, there was no one in the house, so he froze on the sofa for a while, then took the little red string on the TV into the house and put it in the compartment of his suitcase.

There are other things in this compartment, a half-broken bracelet, and a piece of paper where he and his dad played backgammon with circles and dots on it.

After lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone for a while, he sent a message asking for the location of Chuyi Boxing Gym.

The first day of the junior high school quickly sent him the location, and before he could see it clearly, the first day of the junior high school called him directly: "Are you off work?"

"I changed shifts with someone," Yan Hang said, "I'll go to play with you."

"You take the bus, the bus..." His voice was a little breathless on the first day of junior high school, probably because he was practicing happily.

"I'll take a taxi," Yan Hang said, "Hurry up and practice, you'll be done when I arrive in a while."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed: "The hero, spare your life."

"You didn't stutter when you begged for mercy?" Yan Hang went out.

"I'm afraid of stammering. If I stutter, I'll be beaten when I finish speaking, and I'll be beaten to the ground." said the first day of the junior high school.

When sitting in the taxi, Yan Hang crossed his legs in the back seat, flicking his fingers on the small stones on his ankles.

He likes the first day of junior high school very much. It has nothing to do with whether he has had "friends" before, but he just thinks the first day of junior high school is very interesting. Many times chatting with the first day of junior high school will unknowingly relax his mood.

But after seeing the change in his father's expression yesterday, every time he thought of and saw the first day of junior high school, he would panic.

This kind of panic followed the heartbeat, and the moment he woke up was like the blood pumped by the heart.

"Brother," Yan Hang looked at the driver, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"It's okay to smoke," the driver said, "just open the windows a little bit."

"Thank you." Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

The past few days he smoked a bit fiercely, and his father would definitely have called him before. He sighed softly and looked out the car window at the still unfamiliar street.

When he arrived at the boxing gym, Chuyi was kicking on a sandbag. He was so absorbed in it that he didn't see Yan Hang walking to the sandbag.

When he got up, Yan Hang took a sudden step forward, pushed his right hand to the hollow of his knee, and took over his left hand to support his chin to the back. On the first day of the new year, he flew into the air and fell back on the mat.

Before he could get up, Yan Hang had already squatted down and poked his forehead with his finger: "Crack."

When I first saw it was him, I was taken aback for a moment, and then spread my hands and feet on the ground very cooperatively: "...Ah!"

"The hero hasn't called for mercy yet?" Yan Hang said.

"Aren't you, stupid, shot to the brain, the forehead, it's on." Chu Yi said.

"Damn," Yan Hang smiled, and flicked his finger, "Get up."

Sitting on the mat in the first day of junior high school, he looked at his dad who was smiling: "Uncle, this is bad, the gap is too big, it's too big."

"It's ten years away." Dad handed a bottle of water to the first day of junior high school, and sat down next to him. "Your goal now is to protect yourself. Keep practicing. I'll teach you how to use your elbows tomorrow."

Chu nodded, stood up and continued to kick the sandbag, and even glanced at Yan Hang after two kicks.

Yan Hang took out his mobile phone, took a series of pictures of him, and picked out a few pictures with beautiful poses, and posted them on Weibo.

"Changed shift with someone?" Dad asked him from the side.

"Well," Yan Hang glanced at the pile of comments that popped up in an instant and smiled, then looked up at the first day of the junior high school, "I think he seems to be okay?"

"The physical coordination ability is very good, and I can learn it quickly," Dad said, "I will practice it by myself in the future, at least I won't be bullied so much."

Yan Hang smiled.

The tricks my dad taught the first graders are very simple, but as long as the timing is right, they are all very effective tricks.

Self-protection, offense, and handsome three-in-one small coup.

Yan Hang sat on the chair next to him, watching the first grader who was practicing seriously in front of the sandbag, and his father who went up to correct his posture from time to time.

For a moment of trance, Yan Hang felt comfortable.

In the afternoon of doing nothing, the father who did not disappear, and an interesting friend.

It is a strange and fluffy comfort that seems to have been exposed to the sun.

Although I know how short it is, I still carefully immerse myself in it.

Dad said that he didn't go out for a while, and he really didn't go out, except for going out occasionally.

Yan Hang didn't know where he was going, but he would come back before dinner every time.

This is the state Yan Hang has always wanted.

They didn't leave without saying goodbye, and they didn't go away for a few days. They were like the most ordinary father and son living in a certain house in any street, any neighborhood, in any city.

The most common kind, there are thousands of them in the world.

Doing the most ordinary work, without too high pursuit, without too far-reaching ambitions, one or two friends, may occasionally feel lonely, but a glass of wine can dissipate it.

But both he and his father knew that this was just an illusion, so fake that he couldn't ignore it, and couldn't pretend he didn't care.

Dad seemed to be following a procedure.

What is said will be done, or perhaps said to be done.

Those questions that weighed on Yan Hang's heart were like being fertilized, and they became stronger and stronger.

He looked at his father many times, and all the questions were lined up on his lips, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to explode, and he could rush out regardless of the consequences.

Today is Wednesday, and Yan Hang is resting, lying on the bed with the English version of "Game of Thrones" slowly chewing, taking time out of his mind to think about the noon menu.

He wants to come over for lunch on the first day of junior high school at noon. The reason why he doesn't go back to eat recently is that they are about to take the final exam and have to study in the classroom, because he got shitty grades in the previous mid-term exam, and when he offered to review, there was no one. Never mind him.

I like to eat pizza on the first day of junior high school. If I have time today, I can make a pie crust and bake one myself.

Seafood?

fruit?

When the phone rang, Yan Hang picked up the phone and took a look, only to find that the screen of the phone was black, there was no phone number, and the ringtone was not his.

This somewhat unfamiliar ringtone is Dad's cell phone.

It's my dad's cell phone that never rings once every ten thousand years.

Yan Hang sat up suddenly, jumped out of bed and ran to the door, and stopped when he reached out to open the door.

Dad answered the phone.

It's not a sale or an advertisement, Dad answered the phone.

And then he heard his father's voice, so it couldn't be a liar's call.

Yan Hang's hands holding on to the door trembled a little, and in just a few seconds, his back began to tingle from nervousness and restlessness.

He couldn't hear what his father was saying, and he didn't dare to open the door to listen.

He just froze behind the door, separated by a layer of wood, his body was so stiff that it was difficult to breathe.

I don't know how long it took, he didn't know when his father hung up the phone, but the lighter slapped outside, and he came back to his senses.

After staring at the doorknob for a while, he opened the door with his hand and walked into the living room.

Dad was standing at the door getting ready to change his shoes.

At this moment, Yan Hang felt that his hands and feet were cold, and the panic he had never felt enveloped him in an instant.

"Where are you going?" he said.

Dad paused, then turned his head to look at him: "Go...Turn around."

"Where are you going?" Yan Hang asked, "How long?"

Dad didn't speak.

"Whose phone number?" Yan Hang continued to ask, "What can I do for you?"

Dad turned around, sighed, and walked slowly to him.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Hang..." Dad patted his face lightly but didn't say anything else.

After staring at him for a while, Dad turned and walked towards the door.