A Lucky Coin

The Chu pair had no interest in watching the excitement, and he would not watch any car accidents or fights.

kill?

He didn't have much interest either. A life disappeared, so what's there to be excited about? Someone wanted to commit suicide on the bridge before, and there were a lot of onlookers. I heard that he jumped later.

But the river was too shallow, so he didn't drown, but broke his leg.

Many people laughed about this as a joke for a long time, but he thought it was pretty good, he was relieved, at least no one died.

He looked in the direction where the onlookers ran past, and it was the small street leading to the river.

That is to say, many people may have gone to his tree hole now, and he is a little unhappy. The tree hole is his little secret, and he doesn't want others to find out.

He hesitated and walked towards the side street for a while, and saw blood on the ground.

It's a long one, dripping past.

He stopped.

forget it.

I still don't watch this kind of scene.

He turned around and went to the supermarket. A few tallies at the supermarket looked over at the door, saw him walking over and asked, "Did you see what happened? Did you kill someone?"

"I don't know." Chuyi replied.

The supermarket was about the same as usual, and no one noticed the commotion outside.

Many times it is the same, what happens around you, some people leave and others come, some live and some die, but if you don’t see it, nothing happens.

If Yan Hang didn't see him that day, and didn't come to him.

For him, Yan Hang never existed.

How much a person lives by himself in this life.

On the first day of the junior high school, he squeezed Yan Hang's wallet tightly and walked back and forth between various dishes.

Yan Hang was in a bad mood, but eating didn't seem to be affected. He wanted to buy what Yan Hang liked to eat, but after looking around, he realized that he didn't know what Yan Hang liked to eat.

In the end, I could only buy something that I could eat at will, such as shrimp, meatballs, and some vegetables.

I took another iced tea.

When he came out of the supermarket, Chu Yi saw a police car driving towards the river with its lights flashing.

It seemed that something really happened, he sighed, and trotted across the street carrying his things.

When he walked to the door of Yan Hang's house, he found that Yan Hang had opened the curtains, standing at the window in a daze with a cigarette in his mouth, his hair was still wet and dripping water.

Walked over on the first day of the junior high school: "I will follow, buy whatever you want..."

"What happened over there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Oh," Chuyi looked back, "I didn't, I didn't go there, look, it seems to be dead, dead."

The cigarette Yan Hang held in his mouth shook violently, and a piece of ash fell down.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was taken aback, Yan Hang's reaction surprised him a bit.

After a long time, he found that Yan Hang didn't intend to open the door for him, so he had to point to the door again: "Open, open the door."

Yan Hang pinched his cigarette, went to open the door, and took the food in his hand: "First day of junior high school."

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Do me a favor," Yan Hang said, "Go over there and see what's going on."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned again, but he nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll go and see, just wait, wait for a while."

Seeing the first day of the junior high school quickly walked across the street, Yan Hang closed the door and went into the kitchen with the dishes.

When he wanted to pick up the dishes and put them on the desk, he realized that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't lift them up.

He had to grab the bag with both hands to put the things in it.

When he let go of the bag, his hands seemed to lose their support, shaking so much that he wanted to dance to the rhythm.

He leaned on the desk and lowered his head, closed his eyes, inhaled forcefully, and then exhaled slowly.

Breathe in again.

Exhale again.

After a little relief, he bit his lip, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, into Dad's room, and turned on the light.

Everything in Dad's house was as usual, with folded quilts, folded towels, clothes thrown randomly on the back of the chair, and a very faint smell of cigarettes.

Another night, and the smell of smoke will dissipate in this room.

Yan Hang stood in the room for a few seconds, walked to the bed, and removed the pillow.

There was nothing under the pillow, he shook the pillow again, nothing fell out, he grabbed the pillow and pinched it again, nothing.

Lifted the quilt, no, shook, no, grabbed the quilt cover and squeezed it again, no, the towel was not shaken off.

Sheets, bed boards, under the bed.

nothing.

He went to pick up the clothes that his father had draped over the back of the chair. No, he threw the clothes aside annoyedly, and opened the closet.

Where is that letter?

It is impossible for Dad to carry the letter with him. The envelope is very old, but there is no crease at all. The letter can only be in the house.

But the house is so big, and there are so few things, and dad's things are so few that he looks like a person who is only on a business trip for two or three days.

Where the hell!

He took out the clothes in the closet one by one and touched them, but there were only a few pieces of dad's clothes, and the closet was empty after a few times.

He reached out his hand to feel in the cabinet carefully again, there was nothing.

In the end, he slammed the door of the cabinet and kicked the chair angrily: "Fuck!"

"Yan Hang?" The voice of the first day of junior high school came from the living room.

He turned around, and Chu Yi stood outside the window, which faced the doors of the two houses. He probably saw himself, and Chu Yi had a disturbed expression on his face.

"Have you gone to see it?" Yan Hang walked over and opened the door.

"I see," Chu nodded, "But I can't make it through, the police car, ambulance, and cars are all here."

"Did you see that dead man?" Yan Hang looked at him, feeling a little out of breath.

"Cover, put it on," Chuyi shook his head, "I saw a gold watch."

"Are you wearing a gold watch?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," the first day of junior high school rubbed his hands on his clothes a little uneasy, "how about I go and see again..."

"No need." Yan Hang couldn't tell whether he was relieved or his heart tightened, but he felt as if his whole body was hanging, and everything was unreal, and he couldn't press down to the end.

I always want to take something to fill my empty heart with anxiety.

Finally, he hugged the first day of the junior high school, pressed his head to his chest, and hugged him tightly.

On the first day of junior high school, he was taken aback. His first reaction was that Yan Hang wanted to beat him up to vent his anger. He subconsciously raised his arms to hug his head.

But Yan Hang hugged him, and his whole face was pressed against Yan Hang's chest.

His arms just froze.

Yan Hang hugged him so tightly that he felt his nose was crushed and it was difficult to breathe. After waiting for a while to see that Yan Hang didn't intend to let go, he could only quietly open his mouth to assist breathing.

Yan Hang lowered his head and rubbed against the top of his head, then rested his chin on top of his head.

Then pressed hard.

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't know whether it was because the top of my head was too fragile or Yan Hang's chin was too strong, so I felt quite painful.

But he said nothing.

He didn't know what happened to Yan Hang, nor did he know what the dead man with the gold watch over there had to do with his abnormality.

He only knew that Yan Hang was in a very bad mood, and his mood was not stable.

Yan Hang, who had always been arrogant and free and easy, suddenly became like this, which made him very distressed.

He hesitated for a moment, tightened his arms, and hugged Yan Hang's waist tightly.

After a while, Yan Hang let go of him and scratched his head.

He also let go, and quickly glanced at Yan Hang's face, without crying.

"Are you doing your homework?" Yan Hang went over and closed the curtains, and then looked out through the cracks in the curtains.

"Huh?" Chu Yi didn't respond.

"I'm cooking," Yan Hang turned and entered the kitchen, "You do your homework."

Yan Hang's words were very clear, his tone was normal, and he seemed to be completely fine.

But he's been here since noon on the first day of junior high school, and he's missed class all afternoon, so there's no homework to write, even if there is homework to write, his schoolbag is still in school.

On the first day of the junior high school, he walked to the kitchen door and looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang stood in front of the counter with his back to him, took out all the dishes and put them away neatly.

After the first day of the new year, I took a cabbage to the sink, quickly broke off the leaves and began to wash the vegetables neatly.

"How do you want to eat shrimp?" Yan Hang asked.

"Bai, burn it." The first day of the junior high school said, relatively simple.

"En." Yan Hang responded, standing in front of the stove and staring at the water in the pot.

On the first day of junior high school, the dishes were washed and brought to the counter.

Yan Hang is in a strange state now. To be on the safe side, he picked up the knife on the first day of the junior high school and lowered his head to start cutting cabbage.

"How do you want to eat this?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Fried meatballs." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang didn't speak any more.

As soon as the vegetables were cut, the meatballs were also cut up, and Yan Hang should not let Yan Hang do the knife work.

Salt, onion, ginger, pepper, and pepper, Yan Hang put all the ingredients into the pot and continued to stare blankly.

Wearing a gold watch.

In Yan Hang's impression, he has never seen anyone wearing a gold watch, and judging from his reaction on the first day of junior high school, he should not be someone he is familiar with.

Was it just an accident today?

Although he hoped so, it was difficult to accept rationally. When Dad left, it was so different from usual. He didn't even need to think about it to know that something big was going to happen. Someone died by the river in the afternoon.

It was really hard for him to believe that it was an accident.

The water boiled, and the aroma of the ingredients rushed out. He added some white wine into it, and then reached for the shrimp. As soon as he reached out, a plate was handed to him.

He turned his head and took a look. The first day of the junior high school had been standing by the side, and now he had handed over the shrimp.

He poured the shrimp into the pot: "Go get the ice."

On the first day of the new year, I immediately went to the refrigerator to find the ice box and brought it over.

"It's all in a bowl," he said.

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he took a large bowl and smashed the ice box on the edge of the bowl a few times.

There was a lot of movement, and Yan Hang surprised him, and turned to look at him: "Are you smashing the ice or the bowl?"

"It can't be smashed," the first day of the lunar new year knocked again, and all the ice cubes in the refrigerator fell into the bowl, "I have, I have a few, don't worry."

On the first day of junior high school, he was very quick to do things, and he knew what he was going to do in one sentence. After getting the ice cubes, he went straight to pour some cold water, and put a bowl of ice water by his hand.

Yan Hang fished out the prawns and put them in: "Have another bowl, the prawns will be tender only when they are completely frozen."

"Well." The first day of the junior high school did as it was.

After the prawns were ready, he fried the meatballs and cabbage together, and then made quick-frozen dumplings.

Chu arranged the bowls and chopsticks, brought out the dishes and put them on the coffee table, and put the iced tea away.

Yan Hang went over and touched the bottle, it was ice, it should have been placed in the freezer in advance on the first day of the new year.

He glanced at the seat on the sofa where his father always sat, sat down, and then turned on the TV with the remote control.

There is no need to change the channel, it is directly broadcasting the city's news.

The two of them didn't speak for a meal, watching the news while eating.

The news was as trivial as ever, and there was no mention of the murder by the river.

The efficiency of journalists in the market station is not as good as that of WeChat Moments.

However, Yan Hang felt that watching the news was just a program, and he had to have this sound when eating. He was not sure if he would like to watch the news when it really had this content.

After the meal, the soul of the long-term worker in the first day of junior high school was still there, and he quickly cleaned up everything on the coffee table, and wiped the desk clean after a busy work in the kitchen.

The weather forecast started to play on the TV, and when Yan Hang was about to use the remote control to switch to another channel, the phone rang.

He was taken aback suddenly, and when he picked up the phone, he used too much force, and made two cracks on the tempered film with a loud click.

"It's me...my ringer." Standing next to him with his mobile phone in his hand, Chu Yi whispered with shock on his face.

Yan Hang glanced at his phone with a black screen, took off the film on it and threw it on the coffee table: "Is it your mother who scolded you?"

"Maybe." The first day of the junior high school smiled reluctantly and picked up the conversation.

"You don't need to come back! Go outside!" As soon as the phone was connected, my mother's voice exploded, "Everyone will not answer the phone if they want to, and they will not come back if they don't want to come back! If you want to skip class, skip class! Then don’t go back! I will break the legs of anyone who dares to come back!”

Before the first day of junior high school made a sound, my mother's phone had already hung up.

"Go back," Yan Hang said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little upset, just sleep for a while and I'll be fine."

On the first day of the junior high school, I stood still.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "How long have you known me? That's all you can worry about."

On the first day of junior high school, I quickly calculated in my heart: "It's almost one, one semester."

Yan Hang smiled: "Long time?"

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school also smiled.

"There are many semesters in a lifetime," Yan Hang said, "I can't even count them."

Chu Yi frowned and said nothing.

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

The frown that was half frowned on the first day of the junior high school was fixed, and it took a while to reset. Yan Hang didn't follow the routine, and he didn't even have time to reply "thank you" to the sudden "thank you".

"You're cute," Yan Hang said, "It's just that others don't see it."

"You see, it's all right when you get there." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "My dad said that he wanted to have another child before, but... he didn't have time. It would be nice to have a younger brother like you."

In the first day of junior high school, I couldn't understand what this "not in time" meant.

"I won't always be alone." Yan Hang said.

"You are not here now, you are not alone." Thinking about it on the first day of the junior high school, "I will accompany you later."

Yan Hang looked at him intently for a long time, then got up, came over and kissed him on the forehead.

On the first day of junior high school, everyone was in place.

Yan Hang's very light perfume smelled all over his face, even though he kissed his hair this time, he still felt a little dizzy.

From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever kissed him like this, and he has never been hugged by his family members in his memory.

Yan Hang's light touch on his forehead was the first time he felt intimacy when he grew up.

"It's time for a haircut." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Well," the first day of junior high school smiled a little embarrassedly, and pulled the hair on his forehead, "I will go on weekends."

"I want to be alone at night," Yan Hang said, "I'll send you a message if something happens."

"Guaranteed." Chu Yi said.

"Promise." Yan Hang nodded.

After leaving on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang was stunned on the sofa for a while, then got up to get a bottle of Dad's Erguotou and a pack of peanut beans.

After returning to the sofa, he lit a cigarette, turned down the volume of the TV, and continued to watch TV.

In the evening, there will be a dog-blood idol drama broadcast on the market and TV stations. It is a very special kind, and the old men who appear on the stage are all wearing soft light.

There will be news after the show is over.

He just drank wine and ate peanuts in the dark, staring at the flickering light over there.

This "I'm in the dark" format will make him feel safe.

Safety.

He needs this feeling even more when his father is not at home.

Not a sense of security, but actual security.

Today he could have gone out to have a look by himself, but he didn't, he asked the first day of the junior high school to run errands for him.

This kind of subconscious behavior of hiding himself as much as possible when there may be danger, his father did not deliberately teach him.

But after so many years of living like this, his father taught him to fight, to protect himself, and to look at people. This kind of consciousness has long been hidden in his mind.

When the news music started, his hand holding the wine glass shook slightly.

A full glass of wine was spilled, and he licked the spilled wine on his hand, instead of looking at the screen, he just stared down at the peanuts on the coffee table.

"About six o'clock this afternoon, a suspected serious brawl occurred in Shidong District..."

When the female announcer on TV said this, Yan Hang's heart twitched, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, staring at the screen.

But my ears couldn't hear what she was saying clearly.

"The Linhe District Police Station received a report...one person lost too much blood and died on the spot...there was a lot of blood on the scene..."

Yan Hang stared at the familiar street scene with the yellow cordon on the TV.

The man died by the river and has not been identified. Witnesses at the scene said he ran from an alley across the street.

Alley across the street.

The alley across the street was about 500 meters away from the house they rented. In fact, it couldn’t be called an alley. It was just a passage formed by the courtyard walls on both sides. There were no cars, only pedestrians and motorcycles.

When the screen cut to the alley, Yan Hang saw a large bloodstain on the ground that had not been cleaned up.

He frowned.

There was a lot of blood in the shot by the river before. The person was surrounded by blood. He must have been stabbed in the alley and then ran towards the river. After falling to the ground, he lost a lot of blood and died.

... Then why is there so much blood in the alley? Whose is it?

Who stabbed him?

"The specific circumstances of the case are still under further investigation..."

This news was very short, and after two or three minutes, it was changed to another news about two old men fighting for seats on the bus.

"It's really promising!" Grandma slapped the back of the first year of junior high school, "I'm still absent from class! Why don't you just drop out of school!"

On the first day of the new year, I didn't make a sound, staring at the seaweed and egg drop soup that was spilled all over the floor.

Burning pain in legs and feet.

The soup was overturned by his grandma when he brought it out of the kitchen, and a pot of soup poured all over his pants.

It's normal for grandma to be angry. He didn't tell his family that he didn't go home for dinner. Mom and grandma and grandpa have not eaten until now.

I've been thinking about being with Yan Hang today, but he forgot to make up a lie for his mother.

"Go and flush the water first." Grandpa waved his hand aside.

"What water! He'll be scalded to death. He'll go to heaven if you don't give him some strength!" Grandma pointed at him with one hand on her hip, "Look at him recently. He comes back to eat when he's happy, and he doesn't even fart when he's unhappy. It's gone!"

In fact, I will not come back to eat when I am happy. There is nothing to be happy about when I come back to eat.

On the first day of junior high school, I slightly pulled the trouser legs to keep the trousers from sticking to the legs. Fortunately, the soup has been cooked for a while, so it is not the hottest.

But compared to the pain in his legs, he was more distressed by the pants.

These are the pants that Yan Hang gave him. He didn't dare to wear that suit together. He was still wearing a school uniform on his upper body... I should have known that I would still be wearing a school uniform today, and he had patched up the hole on his buttocks himself.

Grandma scolded again before taking a break. He went into the toilet and took off his pants. His legs and insteps were all red, but there was no skin breakage.

He took the hose and poured water on his legs for a while, feeling better, but as soon as the water left, the burning pain returned immediately.

He sighed, went to the balcony and got a pair of big underpants to put on, and went out to buy some medicine at night.

Several people were sitting in the living room. After grandma made the soup, the meal program was tentatively scheduled. Everyone stopped moving and sat in a daze.

On the first day of junior high school, I took the mop and started to clean up the soup on the ground.

"Do you want to call the police?" Grandpa said suddenly.

"Why call the police!" Mom frowned, "An old man calls the police if he doesn't answer his home phone, which policeman has the time to care about you."

"That's right," said grandma on the sidelines, "What kind of police report is worse than asking where to catch the rape."

"It's all right, I don't have a good word out of my mouth all day long, and my family doesn't expect it!" My mother said impatiently.

"The person mentioned in the news just now," said grandpa, "couldn't be..."

"You are crazy!" Mom jumped up, "Are you sick!"

"I've been an idiot all my life," grandma pointed at grandpa, "I can fart with an IQ higher than you."

Chu dragged it twice, took out all the dishes and put them away, and sat down at his desk.

Listening to his grandma discussing with his mother what happened to his father while eating, he just felt disturbed and scared.

Dad is a timid and timid person, especially afraid of his mother scolding him, such things as not being able to get through on the phone, which have not happened a few times in the memory of the first day of junior high school, even if the battery is out, dad will find a phone to call back.

I don't know what happened.

My mom doesn't have my dad's company phone number, nor his colleague's phone number, so I can't get through to my dad's cell phone right now, and I don't even have a place to ask.

"Tomorrow I will go to their company," my mother finally said, "What a broken company!"

"I'll go with you," said grandma.

"Come on, what are you going to do, I'll ask what's going on first." Mom frowned.

In the first day of junior high school, I was lying on the desk, flipping through the English textbook.

There is no homework to do today, so he doesn't know what to do.

In this house, he didn't even have a clean place to hide.

I can only be so stunned.

He stayed in a daze until the whole family went back to sleep, then he stood up, opened the door lightly and went out.

When he went out at this time, he had nowhere to go. He used to just go for a run and chat in a tree hole.

Today, there is no way to go to the tree hole, where the cordon is still pulled.

He went to the pharmacy to buy a scald ointment but failed. He didn't know that a small scald ointment was so expensive, much more expensive than toothpaste...

Finally, he stood on the side of the road opposite Yan Hang's house and sighed.

Yan Hang's house did not turn on the lights, so Yan Hang must have fallen asleep.