A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang has traveled to many places with his father, but this is his first time flying by plane.

Dad is afraid of heights, so he used to take him to ride the Ferris wheel. When he was halfway up and he didn't feel anything, his dad almost confessed his last words.

Yan Hang smiled.

The plane hadn't taken off yet, and he looked out of the window at the sun-baked ground in a daze.

"Want a blanket?" Cui Yi asked, "Fly for an hour and a half, you can sleep for a while."

"One and a half hours, flying three round trips can almost wait for a miracle to appear, and I'm a little sleepy," Yan Hang said, "I'll just be in a daze for a while."

"I contacted the doctor for you," Cui Yi said, "After you get there, you should take a good rest for a week, and then go talk?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"I thought you would refuse," Cui Yi smiled, "So cooperative."

"Who doesn't want to feel better," Yan Hang said, "I don't really want to die."

Cui Yi did not speak, but patted him on the shoulder.

Today's plane was delayed by half an hour, which is still fast.

When the radio asked everyone to turn off their mobile phones, Cui Yi glanced at him: "Shut it off?"

"It was already turned off when I went to find you, and it has not been turned on." Yan Hang said.

"Have you said goodbye to your friends?" Cui Yi asked.

"...My friend," Yan Hang paused, his mood became depressed when he thought of the first day of junior high school, "No."

Cui Yi was stunned: "Didn't you tell your friend that you were leaving?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

Cui Yi looked at him and said nothing.

"I...Actually," Yan Hang said hesitantly, his voice was very soft, "I don't know how to say goodbye."

"You never said goodbye to anyone?" Cui Yi also lowered his voice.

"Well," Yan Hang turned his head to look at the slowly moving scenery outside the window, "I haven't met anyone anywhere, so I don't need to say goodbye to anyone."

"Oh." Cui Yi responded, and sighed after thinking about it.

"I don't even know what to say," Yan Hang said, "he will not be sad."

"Who?" Cui Yi asked.

"A child." Yan Hang smiled.

Cui Yi's home is in a quiet second-tier city. Yan Hang has never been here with his father, but he has been to a small town nearby. The scenery is very good. There is a river that is much more beautiful than the river next to the tree hole in the first day of junior high school.

They only lived there for half a month, and Yan Hang would sit by the river for a while every day.

On the day he left, he saw two sand dredgers, and the clear river water was instantly turned into yellow soup.

If only he had left one day earlier, then he would always have the clear and pleasant appearance of that river in his memory.

"I rented a house for you, in the same community as my house," Cui Yi said, "Actually, I live alone, so it's fine for you to live in my house, but I guess you don't want to."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

"Take you there first, call me when you have a rest and want to go out, and I will take you to dinner." Cui Yi said.

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"You're welcome." Cui Yi said.

This standard answer made Yan Hang amused.

The community where Cui Yi lives is an old one, but it is very big, the internal environment is very good, the greening is done very hard, water is diverted in the community, and there are small forests.

The apartment he rented for Yan Hang was in the innermost part of the community, a small one-bedroom apartment on the top floor, close to a low hill, very quiet.

"Can you?" Cui Yi opened the door and gave him the key.

"It's very good." Yan Hang looked at it, the balcony of the bedroom faced the mountain, and he could imagine that it would be very refreshing to face a piece of green when he got up early.

"Then you have a rest first," Cui Yi said, "The house was cleaned up before, so you can live in it directly, everything is in order, I also bought some daily necessities, if there is anything missing, there is a supermarket in the community. "

"En." Yan Hang responded.

Cui Yi didn't say anything else, turned around and left very simply.

Yan Hang sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Cui Yi made him very relaxed, there was no extra politeness from elders to juniors, and he left after speaking.

The so-called rest is actually just sitting for a while, wandering around the house to see if there is anything else to buy, after all this time... maybe it is the longest time he has stayed in one place, and he will need more things .

This house is well-decorated, all the furniture and appliances are available, and the wooden floor is Yan Hang's favorite.

Yan Hang walked around the room barefoot, then went to stand on the balcony for a while.

Then he went back to the house and took out his luggage.

Clothes, books, gadgets, gone.

There is a small bookshelf in the bedroom. Yan Hang put the books on it and stacked them in a neat row.

These books were found by his father for him. If it was normal, some books he didn't need would not be taken away when he moved.

But this time he brought all the books with him. These books all bear the traces of his father, and they will be gone if he throws them away.

There was also a small tin box on the bookshelf. Yan Hang picked it up and looked at it. It was empty, and there was a little flower fairy printed on the lid... I don't know if it belonged to the landlord or the previous tenant.

Xiaohuaxian is Xiaohuaxian, Yan Hang put his gadgets in it.

In addition to the previous ones, there is also a pen and a small piece of red rope.

When Yan Hang saw these things, he was suddenly startled, and quickly touched his ankle. He was relieved that the small stone was still there.

After debating between putting the pebbles in the box and keeping them strapped to his ankles, he chose the latter.

It took less than 5 minutes to unpack the simple luggage, and he went to the kitchen to look again. There was no problem at all with cooking by himself, and there was even a whole bottle of iced black tea in the refrigerator.

This must have been confessed by my father.

He stared at the iced black tea, and the thoughts of his father that he had been trying to ignore all these days suddenly surged up unprepared.

He closed the refrigerator door and leaned against the wall in a daze for a long time.

He didn't even have an angle to guess whether Dad was alive or dead.

He knew his father's ability too well. If he was still alive and he didn't want anyone to find him, it would really be difficult to find him.

He had looked for Liang Bing two days ago, but Liang Bing had no more clues.

The only thing he knew was that Lao Ding wanted Liang Bing to block his father's escape route. After all, there were a lot of people on the street, so it was too easy to escape or ask for help.

But Dad didn't go that way.

As for why, Yan Hang can probably guess, because there are old neighborhoods and old streets further inside, and the surveillance is not complete. Based on Yan Hang's understanding of his father, he occasionally goes out to wander around to see where there is no surveillance. After all, he is an old fox who sleeps half awake.

Just that blood.

Such a large amount of blood indicated that he was seriously injured. How could he escape surveillance and disappear with such an injury?

What Yan Hang can tell now is that someone will respond.

The person who called before going out was the one who answered him.

who is it?

Yan Hang returned to the living room, and it was impossible for him to analyze this matter to find any useful content for the time being.

He looked at the time, it was time for dinner, Cui Yi was still waiting for him to have dinner together, although he could eat without food for half a month now, Cui Yi had to eat.

Yan Hang took out his mobile phone to make a call, but he hesitated after taking out the mobile phone.

The first day of the junior high school should have known that he was gone.

He didn't say goodbye, didn't even leave a message.

He was afraid, he didn't know how to face such a difference.

He didn't have any memory of any place or anyone, only there, and the first day of junior high school, but it was such a memory that he didn't know what to say or do.

But the first day did not know.

Chu only knew that he left without saying goodbye.

Yan Hang held the mobile phone and turned it back and forth in his hand.

After wandering around for a few minutes, he saw a small paper bag on the coffee table.

It's a calling card.

Cui Yi should have prepared it for him.

This person is very careful. He just checked in the bathroom. Not only shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste and toothbrush are all ready, but even shaving cream.

It's a huge contrast with my father. Such two people can be friends, and it's still such a relationship that can be... alone.

Although they have very similar tastes in pseudonyms.

Yan Hang put the new card into the phone, he didn't throw away the old card, he put it in the small box, and he knew that he would keep recharging that card.

But he also knew that he was not doing it for his father, because if his father wanted to find him, he would definitely not contact him directly, but would only contact Cui Yi first.

Probably for the first grade.

Obviously, I can't find a suitable posture to say goodbye, but I will keep the tool of contact.

Kind of funny.

Cui Yi lived in the building next to him, and he was waiting for him downstairs after answering his call.

When he went downstairs, Cui Yi was taking pictures of a flower in front of the building with his mobile phone.

"Patting flowers?" Yan Hang went over and asked.

"Hush." ​​Cui Yi said.

Just after booing, a butterfly flew up from the flower, flapped its wings and flew into the flower bed.

"Sorry." Yan Hang said.

"Just for fun," Cui Yi said, "All the fairy girls in the circle of friends post flowers and plants, and I always post grilled skewers, which is too disharmonious."

Yan Hang smiled.

"Let's go to eat." Cui Yi put the phone away.

"What to eat?" Yan Hang asked.

"Skewers," Cui Yi said, "or is there anything else you want to eat?"

"Just grilled skewers." Yan Hang said.

Cui Yi should be a regular customer of this skewer restaurant. The waiters all knew him when he entered. After ordering the skewers, the boss personally delivered a large fruit plate.

"You didn't come alone today?" the boss said.

"Well," Cui Yi pointed at Yan Hang, "I'm a son."

"It looks quite similar," said the boss.

"How did your emotional intelligence manage to run the store for more than ten years?" Cui Yi sighed.

The boss was stunned before he realized it, and laughed: "I mean, they are all handsome, all handsome."

"Hurry up and bake." Cui Yi waved his hand.

After the boss left, he looked at Yan Hang: "You really look exactly like your dad."

"How long have you known each other?" Yan Hang asked.

"Longer than you have known him," Cui Yi smiled, "The years when he was the most arrogant in the world."

"How did you know each other?" Yan Hang asked again.

"This," Cui Yi paused for a while, his eyes wandering, as if recalling, but in the end he just smiled, "It's too long to talk."

Yan Hang didn't ask any more questions.

"Your birthday is next month, right?" Cui Yi asked.

"Well," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Did my dad tell you?"

"No, I always remember," Cui Yi said, "I just don't remember the date. I went to see you when you were born. You were a little bit ugly. I didn't expect you to grow up like this."

"... Oh." Yan Hang didn't know how to respond.

"If you want to find a place to work, I can ask for it for you," Cui Yi said, "Do you have this idea?"

"I've always wanted to go to a western restaurant," Yan Hang said, "It's a formal one, but I just don't know if it will work."

"Is your English pretty good?" Cui Yi said, "Your dad used to brag to me."

"It's okay." Yan Hang smiled, he couldn't imagine what his father would look like when he was bragging about him to others.

"Let me help you." Cui Yi pushed the plate in front of him, "Eat."

On the first day of the new year, he stuck behind the tree and stared at the door of Yan Hang's house.

No, it's not Yan Hang's house there anymore.

The landlord sister said that he had already moved out in the morning.

has moved.

Although Yan Hang had told him from the beginning that they would stay in one place not long ago, he had already had a strong premonition a few days ago that Yan Hang would leave.

But he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Yan Hang didn't even leave a word for him, and just left.

The first day was very difficult.

Very uncomfortable.

He has never experienced such a feeling, this kind of discomfort even overwhelmed his father's involvement in the murder, overwhelmed his son who was said to be a murderer.

In addition to being uncomfortable, there is also an unspeakable blockage.

Yan Hang only left in the morning.

Just this morning.

When he was sitting on the returning bus, Yan Hang left.

If he came back one day earlier and contacted Yan Hang earlier, wouldn't it be so sudden.

At least we can meet again.

Ask him if he will come back, ask where he is going.

But now, he didn't even leave a photo of Yan Hang.

The only thing saved in the phone is the huge steaming pot lid that he took when he secretly took pictures of Yan Hang.

uncomfortable.

He had never had a friend, and he knew for the first time how hard it would be to lose a friend.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the street. He came out from behind the tree and ran across the street.

From his pocket, he took out a card that he picked up casually on the ground, with 24 hours unlocked printed on it.

He looked around, put the card into the crack of the door next to the lock, shook it lightly, inserted it, and the door opened.

The lock is very old, so the landlord installed three latches and a padlock in it to comfort the tenant, but since no one lives there, it won't lock.

On the first day of the new year, I entered the house, closed the door, and stood in the middle of the living room.

In the dark, he could smell a very faint smell of smoke that was almost invisible.

He walked into Yan Hang's bedroom, turned on his phone with difficulty, and looked at the empty room.

There was nothing left, although there was nothing in Yan Hang's bedroom at first, but now it was so empty that people could not breathe.

The light of the mobile phone illuminates the empty bed, the empty table top, the empty chair back, and the empty wardrobe in turn.

After turning around, he stopped abruptly, but the phone was turned off. While anxiously pressing the buttons on the phone, he walked towards the table and reached out to touch the table.

At the same time as his hand touched the small bottle, the phone turned on.

Yan Hang didn't take that ecstasy incense with him.

Looking at the ecstasy incense in my hand on the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt ecstatic.

He shook the bottle lightly, at least half of it was still there!

Open the lid and spray it, the air is filled with a very faint fragrance, which reminds him immediately of the night when he was lying beside Yan Hang.

He put the ecstasy incense in his trouser pocket.

Although he didn't know why Yan Hang didn't tell him when he left, he didn't say goodbye to him, but he could forcefully acquiesce that Yan Hang specially left this incense for him.

On the day of the final exam, on the first day of junior high school, I went downstairs amid the sound of my grandma and neighbors arguing.

The way from home to school felt strange to him as if he hadn't walked it for a long time.

I ran into Li Zihao on the road.

Li Zihao was a bit abnormal, usually when they met, Li Zihao would definitely come over and slap him twice, but today he just glanced at him.

When he first looked at him, his eyes even dodged a little.

It was only when I was almost at school that I suddenly realized it.

Probably because he beat Liang Bing.

Good.

The first day of junior high school felt a little happy, at least in the future Li Zihao should not easily trouble him again.

But this kind of happiness can't be maintained after entering the school.

In the first day of junior high school, he didn't think his hearing was very good, but during the short walk from the school gate to the classroom, he heard his name being spoken out in a tone of horror and disgust at least four times.

The son of a murderer whose violent nature suddenly erupts.

It is probably the image of oneself in the eyes of everyone at this moment.

In this atmosphere, the first day of junior high school almost couldn't even survive the three days of the final exam.

Since he was a child, he has tried his best to keep himself invisible, not to be seen by others, and not to appear in the sight of everyone. He is used to staying quietly in a corner by himself.

And now it's all broken, and he can feel the gaze wherever he goes.

After the last subject exam, he returned home, even his grandma asked him to buy cigarettes, he was a little reluctant.

Whether it is the son of a murderer or an "honest man" who solves problems violently, it is difficult for him to adapt.

"What are you talking about!" Grandma stared at him with a cigarette in her mouth, "Your father has made this house like this! You are still shaking your prestige, right! Can running errands grind your eggs to pieces? !"

I jumped up on the first day of the new year, grabbed the money my grandma threw on the table and went out.

When he went downstairs, he grabbed the railing of the stairs and shook it violently a few times, then kicked twice.

The irritability in his body made him feel that his back was full of sweat.

When they reached the entrance of the canteen, several people shook out from inside.

It was Liang Bing and his younger brother.

"Yo." Liang Bing raised his eyes and saw him, his eyes suddenly changed.

The first day of the junior high school stopped habitually and took a step back.

Liang Bing picked up the mop from the commissary and rushed over.

When Chuyi turned around and wanted to run away, the mop hit his waist.

His body was full of wounds from the fight with Liang Bing that day, and he could see large bruises on his body when he took a shower.

The mop hit the biggest bruise on my waist.

The pain that had been blurred instantly woke up, and it was piercing.

"No one is backing you now!" Liang Bing kicked him on the back immediately, "I think you are still fucking crazy!"

On the first day of the junior high school, his neck was thrown back suddenly, he knelt down on the ground, and then he jumped forward according to the inertia, and when he supported the ground with his hands, he kicked up a burst of dust on the gravel all over the ground.

"Hey!" The owner of the commissary ran out, "What are you doing! You've hit someone right here! Liang Bing, you're too stupid!"

"Shut up!" Liang Bing glared at the boss.

The canteen is next to a few buildings, and there are many neighbors coming and going, all of whom have been neighbors for more than ten years, and they all looked this way.

Liang Bing threw down the mop, took a look at Chu Yi, turned around and walked down the street with his younger brother.

On the first day of the junior high school, I slowly stood up and picked up the mop on the ground.

support?

He never needed anyone to support him, and Yan Hang's helping him was not a support, but a friend.

But now that the matter had already started, Chu stepped on the mop head, grabbed the pole with his hand and pulled it violently, and the mop pole broke with a click.

So be it.

He carried a stick and walked behind Liang Bing: "Liang Bing."

Liang Bing turned around.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he picked up the stick and threw it at his face.

When the stick hit Liang Bing's head, his mouth was numb from the shock.

There were exclamations all around.

Liang Bing stood there motionless as if he had been beaten. A few seconds later, blood flowed down from his hairline.

"You... Mom... forced..." Liang Bing said in shock and confusion.

A little boy came back to his senses and rushed over. Chu Yi swung his stick again, and rushed towards him, hitting his shoulder with a stick.

The stick broke at the sound.

Half of the stick flew to the owner of the canteen, and he jumped up as if being stabbed: "First day of junior high school!"

When he was about to swing the third stick on the first day of junior high school, the boss stopped him: "First day of junior high school! What are you doing!"

"Oh my God!" an aunt yelled in horror with a high-pitched voice.

"From now on," Chuyi pointed at Liang Bing, "when you see me, walk around."

Liang Bing didn't seem to have recovered from the stick, and stared at him for a long time without moving.

"Let's go," the boss turned around and shouted at Liang Bing, "I still want to fight!"

Only then did Liang Bing raise his hand to touch his face, staring at the blood on his hands for a while, and then said as if sleepwalking: "Let's go."

The boss took the stick from Chuyi's hand and looked at him: "Are you crazy?"

"No." Chu Yi smiled.

"Then you still hit someone?" The boss still stared at him.

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school answered, walked into the canteen, took out the money from his pocket and put it on the cash register, "cigarette."

The boss gave him a cigarette, always with a shocked expression on his face.

Chu put a cigarette in his pocket, turned around and walked out, instead of heading home, he walked to the side street.

After the two sticks were smashed, Liang Bing seemed to be blinded by him, but he suddenly seemed to have drunk a pot of refreshing oil, sober that he could feel his eyes glistening.

He has no way to do the previous first year of junior high school, so let's not do it if he doesn't do it.

Yan Hang left without telling him anything.

But Yan Hang is the most beautiful scene in his life for so many years.

He envied Yan Hang's arrogance and freedom, he was attracted by his gentleness, even though he knew that Yan Hang would be so fragile that he would fall into the darkness, he still wanted to be like Yan Hang.

Like Yan Hang.

On the first day of junior high school, I wandered around the street without a destination, and finally entered a stationery store.

Bought one of the cheapest coilbooks and went home.

"It took more than an hour to buy a pack of cigarettes!" Grandma sat on the sofa, "You must have grown the tobacco leaves now!"

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't make a sound, put the cigarette in my grandma's hand, and sat next to the small desk.

Opened the notebook.

He was going to write something, not a diary, he just wanted to remember something.

- Get a haircut tomorrow.

- to punch.

- Yan Hang.

Yan Hang, Yan Hang, Yan Hang.