A Lucky Coin

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the first day of junior high school was looking out the window in a daze. He had been looking forward to the bell all morning, and he switched back to the state of wandering away without even a second.

The teacher didn't procrastinate, and just dismissed the class with a wave of his hand.

But when I tried to stand up on the first day of junior high school, I failed, and the chair didn't move at all as if it was stuck.

He turned his head and saw Li Zihao sitting in the back row with a smile on his lips. Looking down, Li Zihao's feet were kicking on his chair.

"Why don't you leave?" Li Zihao looked at him, "I see you are in a hurry."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, but turned around and continued to sit on the chair.

"Let's go," Li Zihao said happily, "Why are you just sitting here in a daze, I see you recently..."

The students in the front row got up and left. On the first day of junior high school, they pushed the desk forward, stood up and walked towards the door.

Li Zihao stepped on the ground, and the chair leg rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound.

"Stand for me!" This made Li Zihao very embarrassed, and jumped up as soon as he slapped the table.

I didn't even look back at the beginning of the first day, so I ran forward.

He ran downstairs in a short walk, and ran out of the school gate in a short walk.

Today went smoothly, and was not stopped by anyone else on the way to escape.

After running for a long time, he slowed down, but he went home much faster than usual, because he had agreed with Yan Hang to have lunch today.

He wanted to arrive before Yan Hang started cooking, so that he could watch Yan Hang busy.

He likes to watch how Yan Hang cooks smoothly. He is very handsome. If Yan Hang broadcasts live, he can even lean over to show his face. Maybe he can add some popularity to the never-before-popular food anchor with masks.

Just turning the intersection, his cell phone rang suddenly.

On the first day of junior high school, I took out my mobile phone and saw that it was my mother's number, and I was a little depressed.

The mobile phone probably also felt his depression, swiped eighty times and almost hung up before finally connecting.

"You are out of school," my mother's voice came out, "you go to the vegetable market, the clothes your grandma made in that tailor shop are available, you go and get them."

"I'm reviewing, reviewing." The first day of the junior high school insisted on his previous reasons.

"What's the review! You'll be able to go up after a while with your bad grades? Will you pass?" Mom said, "What do you think I want you to help me with? Your father said he would go there when he came back at noon. Take it, now there is no one in sight, and the phone is still disconnected!"

"I'll get it." Chu Yi said.

"It's as useless as your father." Mom hung up the phone.

Frowning on the first day of the junior high school, he stood on the side of the road for a while, and finally turned around and walked towards the vegetable market.

While walking, he bowed his head and dialed Yan Hang's phone, but Yan Hang never answered.

He sent another message.

-I'll go to the vegetable market to help my grandma get clothes, I'll be there soon

Think about it and add another one.

-wait for me a while

Yan Hang didn't reply to the message either, he didn't know if he was busy or angry.

It shouldn't be anger. Yan Hang only lost his temper at him when he helped him find a pen in the mud on the river beach, and he was quite calm at other times.

Probably something is wrong.

Chuyi sighed.

He almost knew what all the stalls and gates in the vegetable market sold. The store where grandma used to make clothes was at the back door of the vegetable market, and he had to go through the entire market.

It was the first time I found out that this market is so big, and it is so far from the front door to the back door.

After finally getting his grandma's clothes, he didn't even bother to open them and take a look, and immediately walked back, still running.

When passing by Yan Hang's house, he glanced over there, the curtains were drawn.

Yan Hang is sleeping?

He was turning his face to look at the other side thinking, when a motorcycle rushed out from the intersection ahead, almost collided with him.

Startled on the first day of the junior high school, he stepped back two steps to the side before glancing at the people on the motorcycle.

It's Liang Bing.

"Looking for death," Liang Bing glared at him, "Get out of the way!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood still, Liang Bing twisted the accelerator, and the motorcycle rushed out.

He couldn't help but look back again. Liang Bing was so busy that he didn't stop to trouble him.

Of course, it is also possible that he was scared of being cleaned up by Uncle Yan and Yan Hang that day.

The first day of junior high school smiled, and found that he was actually a little proud.

"What about the letter?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "I want to read it."

"Not now," Dad said.

"Then when will you need it!" Yan Hang suddenly couldn't control his voice, "When will it be needed? When you never show up again!"

Dad suddenly turned his head and looked at him without speaking.

Yan Hang also lost his voice.

This sentence has been pressed in his heart for some days, like a nail, which is driven in a little deeper by time every day.

When I finally got up suddenly, it was blank.

He was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little weak, as if he couldn't find a point to make a sound.

"Let's go." Yan Hang said.

"What?" Dad was stunned.

"You said, this time I'm in charge," Yan Hang said, "I'm leaving now, right now, right now."

Dad opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"You lied to me," Yan Hang leaned against the wall, and smiled at his father, "Old Yan, you lied to me."

"Yan Hang," Dad frowned, walked back and hugged him, and patted his back hard twice, "Don't say that."

"Then what should I say?" Yan Hang heard the tremor in his voice.

want to cry.

Very unexpected feeling.

Over the years, he has experienced various emotions, various feelings, anxiety, irritability, nervousness, uneasiness, fear, and depression, but he rarely wants to cry.

Crying is a way of venting.

But he never found the hole.

"What should I say? You're not leaving?" He closed his sore eyes.

Dad patted him on the back lightly, without saying a word.

"I'm in your heart," Yan Hang said softly, "It's not as good as a dead person."

Dad's hand froze suddenly, and it took a long time before he let go.

"In my life," Dad held his face in his hands, "I've lived a very tiring life. I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you... But some knots are dead knots, stuck there, and I can't get over it for the rest of my life. That's all."

Yan Hang looked at his father, the pain in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"I know you shouldn't be allowed to live like this, really you shouldn't," Dad's hands were shaking, "but... I've already thought that I've lived my life so freely that there's no way out."

Dad's hands trembled slightly, from his shoulders to his heart.

He felt himself sinking a little bit, and he seemed to be able to see the sunlight changing frame by frame in his peripheral vision, just like every time he sat at the window and stared at the sunset.

"You didn't feel sorry for my mother," Yan Hang said, "I'm the only one you're sorry for."

Dad lost his voice.

There was a dead silence in the room, and even the sound outside the window seemed to be cut off.

Finally, Dad patted him on the shoulder, grabbed his shoulder vigorously, turned around and walked out quickly.

When the door was closed, Yan Hang sat on the ground.

When I took my grandma's clothes home at the beginning, my mother was calling my father with her mobile phone.

"If you can't get through, don't pick it up." Grandma took the clothes, shook them off and looked at them, "It's still better workmanship here. Look at the stitches, how smooth they are."

"Don't answer!" Mom threw the phone on the sofa, "What's wrong with this guy! No one in the family is reliable!"

"What are you doing here!" Grandma squinted at Chuyi, "Didn't you see that your mother is annoying! You won't help me to cook!"

"I..." Said softly on the first day of junior high school, "I still have to go to school, review at school."

"Fucking Xi!" Grandma threw her clothes on the tea table, "You're just hiding!"

There was no sound on the first day.

"Okay, okay," my mother waved her hand a little annoyed, "I can't eat, and I have to go to an interview at one o'clock, I'm so annoying, my dad won't come back after playing chess, and you can eat two buns, I don't eat."

"Eat steamed stuffed buns! Eat steamed stuffed buns!" Grandma threw something here and there, and smashed something here and there, "I'll just gnaw on the coffin board!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he hesitated for a while, turned around and went out, and quickly closed the door, but still failed to cut off the scolding voice of grandma.

As soon as he went out, he took out his phone and looked at it.

There is no news.

Yan Hang kept ignoring him.

It has been almost an hour since he left school, and Yan Hang knew when he left school, but he never contacted him.

He didn't know what was going on, so he could only continue to call Yan Hang while running to his house.

I didn't take a sip of water all afternoon and ran away.

When I ran to the door of Yan Hang's house, there was still no one answering the phone.

On the first day of the junior high school, he knocked on the door: "Yan Hang?"

There was no movement.

He knocked twice again: "Uncle! Uncle Yan?"

The house was still very quiet.

He walked to the window and looked, the curtain was drawn, but the window was not closed, he opened the curtain: "Yan Hang!"

The lights were not turned on in the room, and Chu Yi blinked twice before adapting to the darkness, and saw Yan Hang sitting motionless on the ground.

"Yan Hang!" Shouted again on the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang still didn't move.

He jumped in with his hands on the window sill, rushed to Yan Hang's side, and grabbed his arm: "Yan..."

Yan Hang suddenly raised his arm, clasped his wrist with his backhand, and then twisted it hard.

"Ah!" Chu Yi yelled, and the severe soreness in his arm forced him to fall down on the ground next to him.

"Who?" Yan Hang asked.

"Chu Yi," Chu Yi lay on the ground and turned to look at him, "Yan Hang, I'm Chu, Chu Yi!"

Yan Hang let go: "Are you out of school?"

"Well," got up on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang's state was very strange, which made him a little scared, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No." Yan Hang held his head, put his face on his knees, and replied in a muffled voice.

"I..." I didn't know what to say on the first day of the junior high school, "Are you hungry?"

"Bring me a glass of water." Yan Hang said.

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly jumped up, went over to pour a glass of water, and handed it to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang took the cup, drank all the water in one go, and then lay down on his knees with his head in his arms.

On the first day of junior high school, he was at a loss and could only squat beside him and look at him.

"Let's order takeaway." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Chuyi replied.

Yan Hang took the phone, swiped it slowly, and ordered a pizza.

"Go to the sofa and sit on the sofa, shall we?" Chu Yi touched his arm lightly.

"I don't want to move." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, he picked up the empty glass, poured another glass of water and put it at Yan Hang's feet, and then sat down next to him against the wall.

Yan Hang remained motionless and silent for a long time, then straightened up and leaned against the wall: "I just... said something really fucked up."

"Ah?" Chu Yi was taken aback for a while, but didn't understand.

"Very, very fucking." Yan Hang said.

"Follow, who?" Chu Yi asked.

"My dad." Yan Hang's voice was very low.

On the first day of the new year, I looked around the room, and Uncle Yan was probably not at home.

According to Yan Hang's words, the two of them should have... quarreled?

It's unimaginable on the first day of junior high school. Uncle Yan and Yan Hang are the father and son who have the most tacit understanding and are the most like friends he has ever seen. How could they quarrel?

"Uncle Yan, where's Uncle?" Chu Yi asked.

"I don't know." Yan Hang said.

There was no way to continue the conversation, so Chu could only continue to sit beside Yan Hang in silence.

He couldn't guess what Yan Hang was thinking, he only knew that his condition was very bad.

When the call for food delivery came in, Yan Hang remained motionless as if he didn't hear it. On the first day of the junior high school, he took the phone and answered it, and then touched Yan Hang carefully: "I'll go to the door to get the food."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

Chuyi ran out together, took the takeaway and ran back quickly.

"Eat now, shall we?" He put the pizza beside Yan Hang.

"Eat." Yan Hang said.

Opening the box on the first day of the new year, I stopped when I wanted to get a piece for Yan Hang, ran to wash my hands, and then took another piece and handed it to Yan Hang's mouth: "Come."

"Hey me?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Open your mouth," Chu Yi also smiled, "Bite, take a big bite."

Yan Hang took a bite: "Are you going to be late for school?"

"It's been, it's been a class." Said the first day of the junior high school.

He had checked the time before taking the takeaway, and he was already late by then.

"Are you absent from class?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

This was the first time in his life that he was absent from class. With Yan Hang's appearance, he didn't dare to leave at all, let alone absenteeism, he didn't care too much about dropping out of school.

Yan Hang can talk, laugh, and eat, and he doesn't eat less.

It seemed that nothing was wrong, but in the first day of junior high school, I could still feel that something was very wrong with Yan Hang.

After eating the pizza, he continued to lean against the wall in his original position, staring at the window in a daze.

Chu packed up the takeaway boxes and sat back beside him. He didn't know what he should do or what else to do in this situation.

For the whole afternoon, Yan Hang didn't move much.

But occasionally say a few words to him.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Yan Hang moved, and slowly changed from sitting to squatting: "My cigarette is on the bedside, help me get it."

"Yeah." Standing up on the first day of the junior high school, he took two steps before realizing that his legs were so numb. These two steps seemed to be paralyzed. He had to stand against the wall for a while before entering Yan Hang's room.

Yan Hang's bed was a bit messy, the pillows and towels were all thrown into a ball, and there were several books, all of which were in English on the cover. I glanced at it in the first day of junior high school, but I didn't even find a word I knew.

After giving the cigarette to Yan Hang, he glanced at the time, it was past six o'clock.

"Go back, you've been here all afternoon," Yan Hang lit a cigarette, "Thank you."

"Thank you, shit." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled.

"What do you want to eat?" asked the first day of the junior high school, "Is it takeaway, or..."

"Let me cook," Yan Hang said, "Don't you want to go home?"

"No, don't worry about going home, go home." Chuyi said.

"I'm fine." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Then I don't, I don't want to go back." The first day of the junior high school changed his mouth.

Yan Hang supported the table and stood up slowly, moved his arms and legs against the wall, took the wallet from the table and gave it to him: "Go to the supermarket across the street to buy some food, whatever you want to eat, I'll take a shower .”

"Oh." The first day of the junior high school took the wallet.

"Why don't you say you're rich?" Yan Hang said.

"No money." Chu Yi sighed.

"Go," Yan Hang shook his arms, "buy another iced tea, and buy what you want."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Seeing Yan Hang took his clothes and swayed into the bathroom, he went out.

The supermarket is not far from Yan Hang's house, and you can see it when you go out.

On the first day of junior high school, he walked quickly across the street, just as he was on the sidewalk, a man ran over and bumped into him, and he subconsciously squeezed his wallet tightly.

Before he could move forward, another person ran past.

"Is he really dead?" Then someone shouted while running.