A Lucky Coin

The police went to Yan Hang's house yesterday.

On the first day of junior high school, I knew that the back in the photo was indeed Uncle Yan.

Then... Yan Hang must also know who the car is, and who the third person at the scene is.

This made the first day of junior high school very scary.

What he was even more afraid of was that Yan Hang knew that Uncle Yan might be injured, but his father was not.

Among the three people, one died, one was injured, and one was fine...

Standing behind the tree on the first day of the junior high school, when he thought of this, he would panic for a while, and he was so panicked that he couldn't stand up, so he had to lean on the tree trunk.

He has been suffering for the past few days. He hasn't gone to school for two days, and his family is in a mess. He has no news of his father, can't find anyone, and hasn't contacted his family.

My mother sits on the sofa in a daze every day, and my grandma is cursing every day, seeing whoever scolds whom, I have to quarrel with someone every time I go out.

And compared to the family, the rumors outside are more terrifying.

Dad has become a real version of "Don't mess with honest people".

It looks like a doormat, and if you are in a hurry, you will be stabbed to death a few times. It is not enough to kill one, and you can stab another.

The case over there has not progressed yet, and here he has become the son of a murderer.

And WeChat, which never received any news on his mobile phone except Yan Hang's news, became lively, and students would come to add him as friends every day.

This feeling of being forcibly exposed to everyone's eyes made him feel like standing in a transparent sealed steamer every minute and every second.

No one could hear what he said, and no one wanted to hear it, only layers of suffocation.

He glanced at the window of Yan Hang's house opposite. After the police left, there was no movement at Yan Hang's house.

In fact, the so-called movement is nothing more than whether the lights are on or not, and whether Yan Hang's shadow has swayed on the curtains.

Today until after nine o'clock in the evening, the lights of Yan Hang's house were not turned on.

This made the first day very worried.

Yan Hang hasn't been out for the past few days, and he can't figure out his condition on the first day of junior high school, and he doesn't even know if he has eaten.

It can only be judged from the fact that the lights are on and off that Yan Hang is at home and walking around.

Nothing else is known.

But he didn't dare to contact Yan Hang, he didn't know if Yan Hang, like those people, had thoughts about his father killing someone.

He stuck behind the tree, showing one eye, and continued to stare at the window of Yan Hang's house, with his hands in his trouser pockets, gently pinching the little leather-clad steel coin.

Like a perverted stalker.

Fortunately, there are fewer people now, and no one finds that he comes here to post every day.

Posted at 10:30, the first day of junior high school couldn't help it anymore, he ran all the way to a 24-hour supermarket far from home, where no one knew him.

The 200 yuan my aunt gave him that day was useless, and now I took it out and bought a bunch of food, snacks, ham sausage, snacks, and a few boxes of self-heating rice. I wanted to buy another Yan The airline smoked cigarettes, but after asking the price, he found out that the cigarettes were too high-end. He didn't have enough money, so he only bought two packs, and then ran back all the way with these things.

Taking advantage of no one around, he quickly crossed the street and stood at the door of Yan Hang's house.

There is no sound inside.

Of course, he didn't dare to get too close for fear of being discovered.

Holding his breath, he approached cautiously, ready to rush over to put the food at the door and then knock on the door before turning and running away.

After rehearsing this process several times in his mind, he rushed over on tiptoe.

Just as I bent down to put down the bag, the door lock rang.

Chuyi felt his brain explode with a buzzing sound, and blood gathered from his whole body to his head. He threw the bag away, turned around and ran away.

He only ran a maximum of five steps when someone kicked him in the ass from behind.

He staggered two steps, and before he fell, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Why are you running?" Yan Hang's voice was hoarse.

"No, I know." Looking back on the first day of junior high school, seeing Yan Hang's haggard face in the dim street light, he immediately felt his nose sore.

"With this reaction speed, the road of being a thief may not work." Yan Hang let go of him.

"It can be robbed, robbed way." Chuyi said.

"Let's collect the protection fee at the gate of the kindergarten." Yan Hang smiled.

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Yan Hang's smile was full of exhaustion, he couldn't bear it anymore after a glance, tears welled up in an instant.

There was a crash, as if the brakes had collapsed.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound or move, just stood there watching him cry.

He didn't want to cry, especially he didn't want to cry in front of Yan Hang at a time like this, but crying is just like giggling, once it starts, it's not easy to stop.

He finally gritted his teeth and finally stopped.

It feels like all the muscles in my body are tense in order to suppress this little cry.

He lowered his head and pulled up his clothes and wiped his eyes.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He loosened his clothes and raised his hand to rub his eyes on his eyes twice. As soon as he said this, tears came out again.

He seldom cried. He never cried when he was beaten, scolded and bullied. At most, he complained to the tree hole, and many emotions just passed away.

I don't know what's going on at the moment, grievance, depression, panic, anxiety, all turned upside down in a staggered way.

"Come in and cry." Yan Hang patted him on the head, turned around and picked up the bag on the ground and went back into the house.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he hesitated, and walked in behind him.

He hadn't come in for a few days, and the hut that he had always felt particularly warm and secure seemed to have changed.

In fact, nothing has been moved, it is still in the same place, except that the coffee table is a bit messy and dust is everywhere, everything is still the same, but the feeling is different.

Especially dark and cold.

"What did you buy?" Yan Hang put the bag on the coffee table, opened it and looked.

"Eat," Chu Yi wiped his eyes and walked to him, "You are, not Yi, you haven't eaten all this time?"

"Not hungry." Yan Hang said.

"This is good, eat it." On the first day of the junior high school, he took out a box of braised pork rice, "I have eaten special, it is delicious."

"Really." Yan Hang looked at it.

After turning on the light in the room, it was only on the first day of the junior high school that he realized that Yan Hang had lost so much weight that his chin was a little pointed.

"Eat something, let's eat something." He lowered his head and studied the instructions on the lunch box. This meal is 18 yuan a box, which is very luxurious. He has never eaten such a high-end thing. "Let's see, see how, how to eat."

"Earth dog." Yan Hang took the box from his hand.

After the heat came out of the rice box, the coldness in the room receded a little, but the gray tone was still there.

On the first day of the junior high school, he sat silently on the stool next to the coffee table, watching Yan Hang eat.

Yan Hang ate very slowly, chewing each bite for a long time.

On the first day of junior high school, I like stewed pork rice very much. My aunt took him to eat it before, and he ate two servings. Although this box is not freshly prepared, it smells very delicious.

Yan Hang had such a hard time eating such a delicious dish, he probably lost his appetite.

Eating this boxed lunch should be just to give him face.

"Drink water?" Chuyi asked softly.

"Yeah." Yan Hang glanced at him.

He took Yan Hang's cup, poured a glass of water and put it on the tea table, and sat back where he was.

Yan Hang rummaged through the bag, took out a bag of seaweed and took a look: "I saw that it was bought by a child."

"No," the first day of the junior high school smiled, "I bought it at first glance, for children."

Yan Hang unpacked it, took two pieces, put them in his mouth, and handed the rest to him.

On the first day of the junior high school, I took it, took a piece in my mouth, and bit into it a little bit.

He wanted to talk to Yan Hang, but he couldn't find anything to say. Yan Hang kept eating in silence, very slowly, without saying a word.

Maybe Yan Hang didn't want to talk to him.

Finally finished the last bite of rice, Yan Hang pointed at him when he put down the lunch box: "Don't move."

"Oh." On the first day of junior high school, his buttocks had already left the stool, and he sat back down again.

"I'm fine," Yan Hang said, "You don't have to worry about me, let's take care of things at home first."

In the first day of junior high school, my heart trembled.

"I...nor, it's nothing to deal with." He bowed his head and sighed.

"That's right," Yan Hang lit a cigarette, "There's no news yet."

"Yan Hang," Chuyi called him, "I..."

Yan Hang turned his head.

"My dad...he, my dad, he, he..." On the first day of junior high school, the more difficult it was to speak, the more difficult it was to speak, "Just, just, just my dad..."

"He doesn't have the courage." Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Go back," Yan Hang said, "sleep well, what should you do, your father has run away, are you still alive?"

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak.

"This is for you," Yan Hang took out a card from his wallet, "The annual card for the boxing gym, you can play if you have nothing to do."

The first day did not move.

"We generally don't stay in one place for long, and my dad also has an annual card, which should be for you," Yan Hang said, "I don't need it either."

On the first day of the junior high school, I took the card and held it tightly in my hand, feeling my hand was shaking.

After a long time, he put the card into his pocket and asked softly, "Are you, are you leaving, leaving?"

Yan Hang didn't speak.

He secretly glanced at Yan Hang's ankle, where the small black stone was still tied.

I can't tell if it's a sigh of relief or a sense of loss.

"I found that you are not very old, and you are quite thoughtful." Yan Hang stretched out his hand and patted his face, "I guess it's because you think too much, so you don't grow tall."

"I'm going to play for half a year, jump, jump." Chu Yi said.

"You came as planned after jumping, didn't you?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Yeah," Chu nodded, "I've saved enough money to jump up to two meters at a time."

"I'll wait and see," Yan Hang said.

I don't know what happened in the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang's words will make his nose sore.

I don't know if it's because I'm waiting to see, expressing some kind of connection in the future, or because waiting and watching is more like a "if one day" feeling.

"Go back," Yan Hang said, "have a good sleep."

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school answered, "What about you?"

"I'll sleep for a while too. I just took medicine before you came to be a thief, and I'm a little sleepy now." Yan Hang said.

"Okay, hello then, sleep well." Chu Yi stood up.

"Understood." Yan Hang also stood up, and scratched his head twice, "Didn't you say to get a haircut? Why is it still a bird's nest head?"

"Forgot," Chu Yi smiled, "I'll go in two, two days."

"Don't worry about it being too short, you have to fix it if it's too short." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu Yi scratched his hair.

After standing behind the curtains and watching Chuyi slowly walk home, Yan Hang turned off the lights in the room.

Sit back on the sofa.

He has been sitting here for the past few days, not knowing what he is thinking, nor what he should do.

The same is waiting. There was anticipation in the anxiety in the past, but there is confusion in the anxiety now.

And panic.

He lied to the first day of the junior high school, he didn't take medicine, and he didn't want to sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there were pools of blood in front of his eyes.

The monitoring in this area is not perfect, all three of them entered the alley, and the one who came back from the alley was Chuyi’s father. There was surveillance in the direction of going out to the river, but only the deceased was photographed.

Where did dad go?

That much blood is going to kill people.

will die.

Yan Hang clenched his hands tightly, wrapped his fingers in his palms, and tried to make his hands warmer.

It's already July, and it's still so cold.

This night he spent the same as the previous nights, sitting on the sofa.

The only difference is that there is a touch of reality in the air because of the aroma of self-heating rice.

The whole house also made noise because of the first day of junior high school.

When it was almost dawn, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know why he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he could breathe again only when the light came in from outside the curtain.

The sunlight leaking in through the cracks in the curtains made him feel the change of time.

He stared at the thin beam of light, mentally judging the present moment without meaning.

About eight twenty.

There were light footsteps outside the door.

Not dad.

He was too familiar with the sound of his father's footsteps, and he knew very well that his father could not appear at this time.

It's not the first grade of junior high school either.

There will be a pause when you walk to the door on the first day of junior high school.

Not to mention the police, the police will not come alone.

Yan Hang got up, rushed into the kitchen quickly, took a knife, leaned against the door frame, and stared at the door of the living room.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

Knocking?

Yan Hang felt that he was probably a little too nervous. This could be the landlord, the garbage collector, or the neighborhood committee...

"Who?" He didn't move, he stood still and asked.

"Is Yan Hang there?" A man's voice came from outside.

"I asked who you are." Yan Hang said.

"Your father's friend." The man replied.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound.

Dad never said he had friends.

He glanced at the kitchen window. There was a small door on the anti-theft window, probably left by the landlord to escape the fire, and the key was on the cupboard.

"The vigilance is so high..." The man outside said with a sigh, "Yan Jidao, your father asked me to come find you."

Yan Hang was stunned.

"Look at this." The man said again.

Then he saw something stuffed in under the crack of the door, and Yan Hang recognized it when a corner was just exposed.

This is Dad's envelope.

Without hesitation, he walked over quickly and picked up the envelope.

It was this envelope that made him feel uneasy every time he saw it. He wanted to see the contents but he dared not read it, and now he wanted to find the broken envelope all the time.

He rubbed open the opening of the envelope and saw that there was only a thin sheet of paper inside, which was almost the same feeling. Every time he picked it up, he felt that there was only one page of letter paper at most.

When he pulled out this piece of paper, his heartbeat made him shake a little bit.

After so many years, he was finally going to see the contents inside.

It's indescribable how I feel right now.

Excitement, anticipation, uneasiness, and fear, all thrive like they have been fertilized.

He took a breath and let it out slowly.

Then unfolded the letter paper.

This isn't actually letter paper, it's a random page torn from some book, the edges are like a dog chewing on it, very dad style.

There is only one sentence on it.

- Dear prince, this person outside can be trusted

???

what the hell.

Yan Hang stared at the line.

There are 12 characters in total, including the title.

It doesn't matter if there is no signature. The punctuation is added when I read silently.

This letter, which he had waited for so many years to finally see the content, is actually like this?

"I haven't touched anything inside," the man said through the door, "I don't know what it is, he said you will understand after reading it."

Yan Hang can't be sure whether this person has read the content, but he can be sure that this person has not touched the letter.

This psycho is as gracious as the content.

This psychopath is as affectionate as the wording.

Such a short message as sweet as a psycho.

It was the usual style of his crazy father.

And this handwriting that seems to have been practiced, he is very familiar with it.

"Your uncle," Yan Hang couldn't help laughing at the line, "I'll fuck you, Old Yan."

After turning the letter paper over and studying it for a while, Yan Hang sighed again.

The envelope was old, but the paper was new, and so was the ink.

It can only be said that he has always wanted to know the contents of this envelope, but in fact, there has never been a fixed content at all.

Dad probably wrote different content every time according to different situations.

He put the letter away and opened the door.

There was a man standing outside the door, who seemed to be about the same age as my father, but it was obvious at a glance that this man was not the same person as my father.

Dad has a free and easy quack air, but this man is short of writing "I am a decent person" on his face.

In any case, it is impossible to imagine such a person saying that he is Dad's friend.

"My surname is Cui," the man entered the room, frowning and looking around, "You can call me Old Cui."

"Full name?" Yan Hang insisted.

"Choi Siwon." The man said.

Yan Hang stared at him, this man still had a serious expression on his face, at this moment Yan Hang believed that he and his father were really friends.

"Do you have any news about my dad?" Yan Hang poured Lao Cui a glass of water.

"No," said Old Cui, "this envelope was sent to me by courier, and it contained the address, the date I was asked to come, and a card."

"Why are you here?" Yan Hang asked.

"Give you the money, and then take you away." Old Cui said.

Yan Hang looked at him.

"He called me almost two months ago." Old Cui took a sip of water. "He didn't tell me anything else, he just said that he wanted you to live a normal life."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, and asked after a while: "Do you know something happened to him?"

"I guessed it," Old Cui said, "He won't look for me if nothing happens."

"Didn't you know anything before looking for you?" Yan Hang asked.

"I haven't contacted him for five years. I just made that phone call two months ago," said Old Cui. "You should know better than me what kind of person your father is."

Yan Hang nestled on the sofa, feeling a little confused again in his mind.

I don't know if it's because he's always in a daze these days, and his brain is a little rusty.

"This is my business card," Old Cui handed over a card, "I'm staying at the hotel next door, just call me when you've made up your mind."

Yan Hang took the business card and glanced at it, Cui Yi.

"My personal suggestion," Cui Yi looked at him, "you should come with me."

"Why?" Yan Hang still looked down at the business card, lawyer?

"Your current state may not be suitable to stay here," Cui Yi said, "otherwise your father would not have let me come."

Yan Hang remained silent.

Current state.

The current state is indeed very poor, every day seems to be trapped in something, very heavy.

But he didn't particularly want to leave. For him, this place was different from any place he had stayed in before.

And there is only here, and there are traces of my father. If I leave, I may never feel it again.

"I'm going back to the hotel first," Cui Yi said, "Call me when you think about it, I've been at the hotel."

"Well," Yan Hang responded, "Thank you."

Cui Yi opened the curtains before leaving, and the golden morning sun came in.

Yan Hang closed his eyes, as if a nocturnal animal had been thrown into the scorching sun.

He took out his father's "letter" and looked at it for a while, then lay down on the sofa and covered his eyes with the paper.

The letter was given to Cui Yi by his father in advance, so it should have been planned long ago.

He didn't know what to do.

He wants to go, and he doesn't want to go.

He wants to find Dad.

Dead to find the body.

Live to see people.

No matter from which point of view, he wanted to find his father.

But his intuition told him that Dad would not come back here again.

Things are over here.

Yan Hang opened the self-heating rice he bought on the first day of the new year yesterday, picked out a box of fish-flavored shredded pork, and ate slowly.

He can imagine what fish-flavored shredded pork tastes like.

But he couldn't eat it.

The braised pork rice was the same yesterday.

He has experienced this kind of loss of some senses before, the sense of touch, smell, taste, occasionally or for a few days, people will gradually lose their sense of reality.

This was probably what Dad was most worried about.

He unscrewed a bottle of iced black tea and took a few sips.

After eating, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and went out wearing a mask.

The sun outside is very strong, and the eyes can feel a strong pain.

He stood under the shade of the tree and took a while, and after getting used to it, he slowly crossed the street and walked towards the river.

The cordon to the river has been removed, and there are no traces on the road, and the crowds are as usual, seeming to have forgotten what happened before.

Yan Hang looked back, and behind him was the alley, the place where his father disappeared for the last time.

He stood at the intersection for a while, then turned and continued walking towards the river.

There is still no one on the road along the river, but now that the temperature is rising, and when the wind blows, he can smell the smell from the river, which made him deeply understand why there is no one on this road.

He also deeply experienced the extraordinary loneliness in the first day of junior high school, which made him endure the loneliness of finding a tree hole in such a place with this smell.

The tree hole is not difficult to find, just a short walk away.

Yan Hang walked to the back of the tree, bent down to look at the tree hole, and smelled it closer, and there was a fragrance of wood.

He pressed his face up.

"The first year of junior high school dog," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear what I'm saying here."

"I want to say that I have been to many places and met many people, but now if I were to name three immediately," Yan Hang picked lightly on the tree trunk, "Probably except for Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Hang, It's only the first grade."