A Lucky Coin

The street was empty at the moment, and it was more deserted than usual. After all, people died here in the afternoon, and there were not many people on the street when I returned home on the first day of the new year.

In the first day of junior high school, I wasn't too scared. At least he was standing here when there were few people. At least people wouldn't think there was something wrong with him.

However, the wind blowing on the legs at night is not cool at all, and the legs are still hot.

I knew I would have applied toothpaste first when I was at home.

Chuyi sighed.

After standing for a while, he felt a little tired. He looked at his phone and found that he had been standing for half an hour.

He hopped and trotted a few steps to the left, then hopped and ran back to the right, just running back and forth like this, feeling a lot more comfortable.

The lights at Yan Hang's house were kept dark, and there was no movement. It seemed that Yan Hang had indeed fallen asleep, and he might have fallen asleep a long time ago. Yan Hang hadn't contacted him all night.

If it was different, he would stand for a while and then go back.

But today is different.

Yan Hang's state is too strange. Although I don't know what the reason is, it must be a big thing. He can't solve any problems standing here, and he feels more at ease than staying at home.

The house is quiet now, but he doesn't want to go back. His father suddenly couldn't get in touch, which made him feel bad. No one in the family has a certain idea about this matter, except for his mother who said that he will go to the hospital tomorrow. Apart from asking questions, the company only cares about cursing and complaining.

He felt a little frustrated when he thought about it, he bent over to support his knees, and as soon as he pressed his hands on them, he quickly took them away.

aches aches aches.

Just as he was about to continue running left and right, a small light suddenly lit up behind the curtains of Yan Hang's house opposite.

Then his cell phone rang.

It's Yan Hang!

He quickly took out his phone, and it was Yan Hang.

He flicked the phone two or three times but couldn't answer it, so he didn't answer it at all, stuffed the phone in his pocket, and ran across the street.

"Yan Hang?" He ran to the window and called softly.

The curtain was pulled aside, and Yan Hang opened the window: "I'm convinced."

"You are, aren't you sleeping, are you sleeping?" He smiled.

"No, I've been standing here for an hour," Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" He was stunned.

"I want to see when you go back." Yan Hang said.

Chu opened his mouth and was speechless at once.

"What happened to your leg?" Yan Hang asked.

"My legs are pretty, and they are beautiful." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang responded, staring at him eye to eye, and pointed to the door after a while, "Come in."

When I entered the door on the first day of the junior high school, I could smell the smell of smoke. Yan Hang usually smokes, but not much. Today, I can smell it from the door...

"Would you like to turn on the light?" He changed his shoes and asked.

"Let's go," Yan Hang said, "Let me see what's wrong with your leg, is it hurt? You're wearing big underpants."

"It's hot." On the first day of the junior high school, he pressed the switch, and the lights in the room turned on. He saw the wine bottle on the coffee table and the cigarette butts in the ashtray at a glance.

And Yan Hang's face can also be seen to be very tired, and his face is gloomy.

"Is it hot?" Yan Hang looked at his legs, a little surprised, "Is it so hot that you didn't apply medicine?"

I don't know what to say on the first day of junior high school, should I say that I forgot to apply the medicine, or that I didn't buy the medicine because it was too expensive...

"Sit down, I have burn ointment." Yan Hang rummaged through the drawer of the TV cabinet and took out a small golden ointment.

I saw this ointment in the pharmacy today on the first day of the junior high school, and it cost more than 30 yuan.

Although the salesperson said that the medicine is very good and won't stuff the wound, he still thinks it's too expensive!

Very expensive!

His toothpaste doesn't even cost ten yuan!

However, Yan Hang's small medicine box surprised him with scald ointment. He looked at Yan Hang and said, "Your house is still here. Prepare this, this?"

"I bought it last week." Yan Hang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, squatted down next to his legs, and took the ointment to give him medicine. Got one."

I laughed on the first day.

"Squeamish." Yan Hang also smiled, holding the ointment but didn't move again after laughing.

On the first day of the junior high school, he tilted his head and glanced at his face quietly, and found that Yan Hang's eyes were a little red, but he couldn't tell whether it was because he didn't get enough sleep or he wanted to cry.

But before he could continue his research, Yan Hang had already lowered his head and started rubbing medicine on him.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said while rubbing the medicine, "It's not serious, what are you doing to burn such a big piece?"

"I didn't serve the soup, so be sure." After hesitating for a long time on the first day of junior high school, he still decided not to tell the truth. He didn't want Yan Hang to know that it was because he didn't go home for dinner and forgot to tell.

Yan Hang smiled.

After applying the ointment on one leg, he said again: "Your grandma must have done it."

Unexpectedly, on the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang guessed it directly, so he could only keep silent.

"One guess is right," Yan Hang said, "Is it powerful?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed: "Excellent."

"After running out to stay for such a long time, will your grandma beat you again when you go back?" Yan Hang asked.

"No at night, no one cares about me." Chu Yi said.

"So," Yan Hang looked at him, "You don't plan to go home tonight, do you?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he lowered his head and nodded silently for a long time.

"Run away from home," Yan Hang also applied medicine to the back of his feet, and then stood up, "I was burned away... This must be the first time you have experienced it since you were a child, and you ran away from home because of absenteeism. "

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and did not speak.

Yan Hang washed his hands and went back to the living room to sit down, looking at the dazed Chuyi next to him.

He grew up so big, there are two situations at home at night, one is him alone, the other is him and his father, no one else has ever stayed at his house overnight.

But if he wants to stay here on the first day of junior high school, he will not resist.

I have always felt that I am completely used to loneliness, but today's situation is not only loneliness, but also a deep fear of the unknown. At this time, there is someone by my side, even if I don't say a word, I will not be so frightened.

"Squeeze with me," Yan Hang said, "This sofa can't fit anyone, my dad's room..."

He didn't want to move his father's room.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Then go to sleep." Yan Hang could see that he was sleepy on the first day of junior high school, "You have to go to class tomorrow."

"Aren't you sleeping?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"I... sleep." Yan Hang stood up, went to bed and continued to be in a daze.

The two pillows on the bed, Yan Hang, have always been stacked on top of each other. He likes to sleep higher, but giving Chu one today won't affect him, since he won't be able to sleep anyway.

"Want to chat, do you want to chat for a while?" Chuyi asked after lying on the bed.

"Little stammer still needs to chat with people," Yan Hang leaned against the bed, reached out to turn off the light, took the phone and turned it on, "Sleep with you."

"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, "good night."

"Good night." Yan Hang said.

There is also the previous page on his phone, which is a local information forum. In addition to various trade posts, advertisements and rumor posts, there will also be gossip about various emergencies.

When he saw Chuyi standing across the street, he was about to go to the bathroom and then read the post titled "Has anyone heard of the murder in Linhe District?"

As for why you don't click on it right away, you have to go to the toilet...

It is because he is afraid.

In the past, he was only afraid that his father would not come back, but now he was afraid of more and more things. Any little piece of information might make his heart feel like someone had grabbed him.

After saying good night on the first day of the junior high school, he quietly didn't make any sound, and didn't even move.

Yan Hang clicked on the post.

After a quick glance, they were all discussing and asking about the specific situation. At a glance, there was nothing useful, but he was relieved.

- That buddy is being hunted for revenge!My friend mixed that piece!Don't ask me, I don't know anything else!

Yan Hang's downward finger stopped suddenly.

To be honest, this post looks very bragging, especially the last sentence, don’t ask me, put it elsewhere, which is "come and ask me, how can I continue to brag if you don't come to ask me".

The people who replied later obviously all had this idea, and no one paid attention to this level at all.

But Yan Hang's intuition told him that this person was telling the truth.

Friends are mixed with this film.

Mix it up.

Liang Bing.

It was only once that Yan Hang met Liang Bing face-to-face, but what he usually saw on these streets could be regarded as "hooligans", and indeed only Liang Bing was there.

There is another sentence in the reply, I don't know anything else.

This sentence should also be true.

Judging by Liang Bing's appearance, even if he is a gangster, he just walks sideways in these streets, and if he goes out, he will be beaten to pieces.

People at this level don’t know much even if they know a little bit.

But how much you know counts as knowing.

Moreover, Liang Bing has never appeared before such a big incident happened on his "site"...

Yan Hang frowned and pondered for a while, then turned his head to see if he fell asleep on the first day of the junior high school. He should know something about Liang Bing's situation on the first day of the junior high school.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard Chuyi sigh softly: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded, "I thought you fell asleep."

"Sleep, can't sleep." Chuyi turned his head and looked at him.

"Is my phone too bright?" Yan Hang looked at the screen, it was already at 50% brightness, and he lowered it again, "Or choose a seat?"

"No," the first day of the junior high school frowned, holding back for a long time before saying softly, "My dad didn't come home today."

Yan Hang lost his grip on the phone and hit it on the bridge of his nose.

A soreness.

"Buy a mobile phone holder." Chuyi reached out and touched the bridge of his nose.

"Isn't your dad not coming home often?" Yan Hang asked.

"When I go out, I won't go back, but I will follow. My mother said," sighed the first day of the junior high school, "I didn't say anything today, and I also called on the mobile phone, and I couldn't get through."

Yan Hang felt like he was thrown into the ice cellar.

The chill didn't strike suddenly, but penetrated into the body from the soles of the feet and fingertips little by little.

So many things can't be by chance.

The thing he's been worried about should have...happened.

The only thing I can't figure out is how the father of the first day of junior high school has anything to do with this matter.

"Your father's colleague, the leader, didn't you ask what's going on?" Yan Hang asked softly, suppressing his panic.

"There is no electricity," Chuyi said, "My mother will go to the company tomorrow to see."

"Yeah." Yan Hang wanted to find another word to say, so as not to let his panic appear so obvious, but he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't find a word.

"I don't, I shouldn't say, this," Chu said in a low voice, "You are always, unhappy."

"It's okay, I... nothing serious," Yan Hang said, "I've always been emotional and quite hypocritical."

"No." Chu Yi said.

"Nothing?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Chu Yi smiled, pulling the corners of his mouth, "You are very chic."

"You're cool," Yan Hang also smiled, "You're still young."

Chic.

He used to feel that he was very unrestrained, and his father was even more unrestrained from the bottom of his bones.

In fact, it was nothing more than that they all used the same method to cover up.

"Yan Hang," the hand of the first day of junior high school reached out, touched his arm a few times, and grabbed his wrist, "You have, what's the matter, happy, whenever you want to talk, you can talk to him ,Tell me."

"Well," Yan Hang laughed, "little angel."

Yan Hang's wrist is quite thin, and he can feel the wrist bone in his palm when he grasps it.

Feeling very comfortable on the first day of the junior high school, he closed his eyes and tapped his fingers gently on Yan Hang's wrist.

Sometimes when he can't fall asleep, he will beat the rhythm gently like this, and it will be easier to fall asleep under the feeling of monotonous repetition, but I don't know if this method is useful for Yan Hang.

After clicking for a while, he suddenly felt something different on the inside of Yan Hang's wrist.

There appears to be a very thin bump.

scar?

His first reaction was not very good, but the trail bump was vertical...

Just when he was about to touch it again, Yan Hang withdrew his hand and tapped his forehead with his backhand: "Go to sleep."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

After a while, Yan Hang said again: "It's a small scar, which was scratched by a nail when I fell down."

"Ah, does it hurt?" Chu Yi asked.

"It doesn't hurt, I don't really feel anything." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he wanted to turn his body sideways, facing Yan Hang, but when he turned his side, he found that his legs would be pressed, so he had to turn back and lie on his back.

Yan Hang touched a small bottle from beside the pillow, and sprayed something on his pillow.

It smells good, with a faint fragrance, mixed with Yan Hang's breath, sleepiness slowly wells up.

"Is it a fan, is it the fragrance of the soul?" He asked.

"Show some face, Tugou," Yan Hang said, "Lavender spray, it's a sleep aid."

"... Oh." He closed his eyes and smiled.

The post on the forum was quite long. Yan Hang read it several times from the beginning to the end. There are various theories, including robbery, revenge, and fighting, but they are basically guesswork.

Except for the "don't ask me" layer master, there is basically no reliable content.

When Yan Hang refreshed again to see if there was any new content, the system displayed that the post had been deleted.

He frowned and threw the phone aside.

I can't sleep anymore, I haven't been able to sleep for several days, and today I didn't even get a second of confusion, it's terrible.

He closed his eyes against the pillow and touched the scar on his wrist.

After being dazed for a while, he sat up gently again, and the junior one next to him had fallen asleep, his breathing was soothing and calm.

Yan Hang sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

Let your mind empty slowly.

This is very difficult, every time my dad says we come to meditate, he can't do it.

Although there was a whole night now, he knew that he couldn't do it before he started, and he couldn't do it usually, and it was even more impossible under the current situation.

Can only be used to pass the time.

My mind is full of things.

Dad.

The one who died.

The father of the first grade of junior high school.

Liang Bing.

He tried to connect these, but couldn't find the thread.

He leaned against the head of the bed all night, and when it dawned, he felt that he couldn't move, and his back hurt badly.

What he admired was that he didn't even turn over all night on the first day of the first day of junior high school, and kept his face upside down for several hours, without snoring, grinding his teeth, or talking in sleep.

It was as quiet as if it didn't exist.

He must have slept soundly.

Yan Hang looked at the time. According to the normal school time, he could still sleep for another half an hour, but he didn't know if he should wake up the first day of junior high school now and go home first.

While hesitating, the mobile phone placed next to the pillow on the first day of the junior high school rang.

Yan Hang took a look, and it showed "Mom".

"Hey first day of junior high school," he quickly pushed the first day of junior high school, "your mother is calling."

"Hmm..." The first day of the junior high school answered in a daze, without opening her eyes.

"Your grandma is going to whip you!" Yan Hang picked up his mobile phone, trying to help him connect the phone first, after a dozen times of picking and pulling, the phone didn't seem to be dead at all, and the screen was blacked out .

"I'll do it," woke up on the first day of the junior high school, rubbed his eyes and took the phone, turned on the screen first as if he was lucky, then pressed the answer circle, and slowly pulled it aside, this time he picked it up, he sat down Get up, "Hello?"

"If you dare to come back at noon today, I dare to hack you!" The voice from the other side rushed out, "You are going crazy! Your father has been playing and disappearing all day and night! You have followed, right! Don't come back if you have the ability Already!"

Before the first day of junior high school made a sound, the phone was hung up.

The mother of the first day of junior high school should be very angry, and her voice was loud, and Yan Hang could hear it clearly from the side.

"I'll accompany you back," Yan Hang said, "I'll explain to them, blame me, you should be let back yesterday."

"No, no need," Chuyi shook his head, "Besides, you won't let me stay, and neither will I. I'll go back."

Yan Hang looked at him and said nothing.

In the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was a bit outrageous for the past two days.

It can't be said that it is outrageous, it just suddenly stopped following the routine of the past ten years.

He didn't know what happened to him either.

It's like suddenly entering a rebellious period that has never happened before and thought it will never exist.

It's hard to tell whether it's because of Yan Hang, or the oppressive atmosphere at home that can no longer be tolerated because of the sudden disappearance of his father.

Suddenly he didn't care about it, his mother's elongated face, grandma's raised arms, grandpa's double Q like a black hole...

But after getting up and eating the breakfast made by Yan Hang, he still decided to go to school.

After all, there is something going on at home now, so let his rebellious period go, my mother is indeed very upset.

"Don't come over at noon," Yan Hang said, "Go home after school."

"En." Chu nodded.

"If you have any news about your father, please let me know." Yan Hang said.

"Okay," the first day of the junior high school answered, "you have something to do, call me."

"Okay." Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder.

When I walked out of Yan Hang's house on the first day of junior high school, I was a little bit reluctant.

He likes to stay with Yan Hang, even if it is Yan Hang who is a little gloomy now, he doesn't care.

When he was walking to school, he took out his phone and looked at it again, not knowing what he wanted to see.

In such a short time, neither my mother nor Yan Hang would contact him so soon.

He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.

As soon as he entered the classroom at school, he felt that the atmosphere was more lively than usual.

As soon as he sat down, Li Zihao from behind came up to him: "Hey, the first day of junior high school."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't make a sound or move.

"A person died by the river yesterday, do you know what happened?" Li Zihao asked, "Your house is the closest to that area, and you missed class yesterday afternoon, did you see something?"

"No." The first day of the junior high school replied, as expected, everyone was discussing this matter.

"Fuck!" Li Zihao pushed him, "What are you doing so cool!"

"Really not." Chu Yi said.

"I heard it was a fight, didn't you hear anything?" Li Zihao's desire to gossip overwhelmed his annoyance, and he continued to ask, "Then why did you go yesterday afternoon?"

"I have a fever," Chu Yi said, "Sleep at home, sleep."

"I have a fever, sleep at home, sleep," Li Zihao imitated him, and the people next to him laughed, and Li Zihao pushed him again, "I'm so dull, I'm afraid it's because someone died downstairs in your house. Do not know at all."

The first day of junior high school stopped talking, and the people around them laughed for a while before changing the subject and continuing to discuss the fight by the river.

On the first day of junior high school, I don't quite understand what these people are excited about. Is it the one who killed the person, or the one who was cut, or is it just because someone died in such a bloody way?

For two consecutive classes, he did not stop discussing for four weeks.

When the second period was over, the homeroom teacher entered the classroom, stood at the door and looked around the classroom for a couple of times before his eyes fell on Chuyi: "Chuyi, come here."

In the first day of junior high school, he was stunned. He had never been called out of the classroom by the teacher. Sometimes he felt that the teacher might not know him.

The people around were also a little surprised. When he stood up, someone said: "Isn't it the first day of the junior high school that killed him?"

A group of people suddenly laughed together.

Chu Chu glanced at the person who was speaking, and walked towards the door of the classroom. The head teacher pointed at those people: "Don't make fun of this kind of thing!"

On the first day of junior high school, I followed the head teacher downstairs with some anxiety, and when I got there, the head teacher stopped: "You go home first, something happened at your house, your aunt just called the school to ask for leave for you."

"What, what, what, what?" Chu was stunned when he heard it, and suddenly panicked.

"She didn't say anything," said the head teacher. "Don't worry, go home and see what's going on."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." Chu Yiyi spoke in a hurry.

"Go back, don't talk about it," the class teacher waved his hand, "Be careful on the road!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't say anything, turned around and ran to the school gate.

What's the matter?

What can happen at home?

It's not a problem for grandma to strip naked and fight with others, so what else can it be?

... Dad?

What can happen to dad?

car accident?

He didn't dare to think about it at all, and took out his mobile phone while running. Now he dared not call his mother, so he could only call his aunt first.

For the first time, the phone that hadn't responded for a long time gave him the urge to throw this shit away.

After running for half a street, the phone was finally dialed.

The aunt over there immediately answered the phone: "Puppy?"

"What's wrong!" Chu Yi shouted.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry," the aunt said quickly, "I'm at your house, I'll wait for you at the intersection, don't be in a hurry!"

"Is it my dad!" The first day of the junior high school couldn't help asking, "It's a car, a car..."

"It wasn't a car accident, no, it was the police who asked me something," said the aunt, "I don't know the exact situation yet..."