A Lucky Coin

He got up early in the morning, when everyone at home was still asleep, he got up, took his purse and went out.

The money bag is just a bag, and there is a little money he saved in it, but after going through his mother grabbing it with his classmates and normal expenses, the money saved here is really very little.

He took out all the money in the corridor and counted it, and there was less than 30 yuan, which was enough for him who had no expenses.

But he is not too clear about whether it is enough to get a haircut.

After all, he has never been to a barber shop since he was so old.

When I was a child, my dad directly used a clipper to push his bald head. After school, he stopped shaving his head, but just used scissors to click around his head. After the third grade, my dad was very busy when he came to this company and drove people. Regardless of his hair, maybe grandma and mother both have long hair, and grandpa is bald, so I don't know there is such a procedure as a haircut.

From then to now, in the first day of junior high school, I always cut my hair in front of the mirror, without any design or anything. The standard is to not cover my eyes or tie my neck. Anyway, no one usually looks at him.

I watch it every day.Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he sighed, regretting that he hadn't gone for a haircut earlier, Yan Hang didn't even see what he looked like after the haircut.

But it doesn't matter, he plans to take a few selfies after finishing the arrangement, and keep them for Yan Hang to see when he has a chance.

...Is there still a chance?

While walking down the street on the first day of junior high school, I was thinking about what kind of hairstyle to get. Yan Hang said, don't be too short, if it is too short, you have to fix it.

Then make it a little longer.

In fact, he doesn't have any concept of hairstyle, no matter how long or short it is.

But after standing in front of two barbershops for a while, he realized that compared to hairstyles, the price was the thing he had the least idea about.

Cut your head for 68 yuan!

The one at 48 is still cheap!

Grab money!

Pure gold scissors!

Are you done becoming a fairy?

Although at first he thought that the barbershops on the streets and commercial squares might be of a higher standard, but in the end he found an ordinary barbershop in a remote side street.

At first glance, there are no hair stylists who have returned from Hong Kong, and the hair stylists are not called Tony and Kevin's shop.

25 yuan.

Against the previous 48 and 68, this 25 looks very sweet.

OK, here we go.

"Shampooing or cutting hair?" A young lady asked him.

"...cut." Chuyi replied.

"Then wash first." The young lady said.

I feel a little confused on the first day of junior high school. What is the meaning of the previous question?

The young lady was very cool, she didn't say a word while washing his hair, she scratched his head back and forth, and only asked three questions.

"Is the strength okay?"

I didn't hear clearly on the first day.So there was no answer.

"Is the water hot?"

I still didn't hear clearly on the first day.

"Are you still caught?"

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that it was probably the first time I entered a barber shop in my life. I was a little nervous and lost my hearing.

In the end, when the young lady handed him over to the hair stylist, he suddenly realized what she was asking, but the question was timed out.

The hair stylist is A Chao.

Ah Chao also didn't say a word, picked up the scissors, grabbed his hair and cut them with a click.

In the first day of junior high school, I felt that my eyes were scared out of the color contact lenses, so I quickly said: "Don't, it's too short."

"Yeah." Ah Chao took a look in the mirror, and continued to raise and lower the knife very coldly.

I didn't bother to talk about it in the first day of junior high school. It took a lot of effort to talk about it, no matter how ugly it was, it would never be uglier than the one I cut.

... I wonder if Yan Hang will give him a hairstyle if he is here?

Yan Hang might help him design a nice hairstyle.

Yan Hang's own hairstyle is very good-looking, and Yan Hang's clothes are also very good-looking. Although they basically look super casual sports and leisure, Yan Hang can dress well. Yan Hang also uses perfume, a very smug person .

When I first thought about it, I wanted to laugh inexplicably, but after a while I felt like I couldn't laugh anymore.

bored.

Yan Hang is gone.

All his imaginations about spending time with Yan Hang this summer have come to nothing.

Before, I thought that even if Yan Hang would leave, it would be after the summer vacation.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stared at the pair of scissors in the mirror.

"Okay." After Ah Chao cut, pushed, peeled and blew on his head, he took away the piece of cloth that had been strangling his neck.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly stood up and looked at his head in the mirror.

Very... handsome.

It wasn’t cut too short, with bangs on his forehead, which was much better than the dog-eating style he cut himself. It looked very energetic, and it wasn’t the mushroom head he couldn’t bear the most. Ten of the boys in the vocational school over there had Nine and a half are mushroom heads, and it makes me uncomfortable every time I see them.

He wrote down Ah Chao's name, and planned to look for this person again next time.

When he walked out of the barber shop, the wind blew over, and he felt that his whole body became lighter. For such a long time before, he was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head every day.

Although there were only three yuan left in his pocket, he was walking with a jump at the moment, and halfway through the walk, he felt that someone was watching him, so he lowered his head a little embarrassedly.

There was no one by the river, but there was a boat in the river, and several workers were cleaning up the silt and garbage along the river. The area where Yan Hang and he were looking for pens had been cleaned up, and the river glistened in the sun.

Chuyi stood there watching for a while, then took out his phone.

The phone rested for a few days, and it stopped jumping around by itself, but it was so slow that the communication of thoughts was almost dead. He gritted his teeth and tried several times to take a selfie, but failed.

In the end, the phone went black, and he pressed the power button repeatedly, feeling like he was performing CPR on the phone.

But until he got home, the phone didn't wake up.

The atmosphere at home was still the same. It was already quite depressing, but now that Dad disappeared, it was even more difficult.

In fact, grandma and grandpa are in good condition, grandma smokes and watches TV, grandpa goes out to play chess, and chats with a group of old men about the murder of his son-in-law.

Mainly mom.

Before the accident, she had been looking for a job, but after the accident, she had nothing to do with her job search, and she sat at home in a daze every day.

When he entered the door on the first day of junior high school, his mother glanced at him.

He was suddenly a little nervous.

He paid 25 yuan for a haircut at this time, which is a very angry thing.

"Hey, I got a haircut," my mother said with a sneer, "It's pretty cheap."

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't speak, and sat beside the small desk.

"He's a prodigal with his father," said grandma, "for you to eat and drink, and for you to go to school. There is such a big incident in the family, and you are living a good life."

On the first day of junior high school, I didn’t listen to my grandma and mother’s words carefully. I opened the small coil book and stared at the words I wrote yesterday.

After a long while, he turned his head: "I don't, go to Pugao, Pugao."

Mom was stunned, and grandma didn't seem to react for a while, holding a melon seed and staring at him.

"No, I won't go to college, I will learn." Said the first day of junior high school.

"It's quite long-term. Can you pass the exam?" Grandma recovered and continued to crack sunflower seeds.

Mom suddenly jumped up and rushed to the desk in two steps.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly lay down on the table and hugged his head.

Mom's gossip palms fell on him at eight times the speed, and it was almost impossible to tell it was a slap.

I gritted my teeth on the first day of junior high school.

His mother slapped him on his head, shoulders, arms, and arms, and when she finally stopped, she said, "What did you say?"

"I also took the exam, but I didn't pass," said Chuyi, "I won't read it anymore."

Mom probably ran out of energy, so she turned back to the sofa and sat down.

Chu kept getting up, leaning on the chair and continuing to stare at the book.

The only sound in the house is the TV.

I don't know how long it took, Chuyi opened the drawer, took out his mobile phone hidden in the drawer, and walked in front of his mother.

Mom's eyes widened when she saw the mobile phone in his hand.

"Change it with you," Chuyi said, "give it to me, and you can use this."

"Where did it come from?" Mom asked.

No sound on the first day.

"Erping gave it to him!" Grandma threw the melon seeds, "Otherwise, who else would there be!"

"Throw it away!" My mother was about to grab it.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he quickly withdrew his hand: "My phone is broken, it's broken."

Mom stared at him with a gloomy face like a typhoon red warning.

"You don't need me, just use it." Chu Yi said.

Mom was still staring at him.

After waiting for a while on the first day of junior high school, he turned and went back to the desk, took out his old mobile phone, took out the card and put it in the new mobile phone, and turned it on.

After seeing the desktop, he put the phone back in his pocket, and the old one was stuffed into the drawer, after all, it was given to him by his father.

He was reluctant to throw it away.

There was still silence in the room, and I didn't continue to take out my mobile phone to find a place to take selfies on the first day of the junior high school.

From saying that he doesn't want to go to Pugao to taking out his mobile phone to now, he has basically used up all his courage, and now he has no other emotions except nervousness and anxiety.

The whole person seemed to be exhausted.

He lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

When I was about to eat in the afternoon, my grandfather came back from playing chess outside, and there was no sound at home.

"Have you cooked yet? I'm starving to death." Grandpa said.

"Then starve to death." Mom said.

"Did you take gunpowder?" Grandpa said, "Is this a big deal? Everyone is like dying. At worst, remarry. Is there only one man in the world?"

"Why are you still alive?" Grandma said.

"It's early!" Grandpa said.

On the first day of the junior high school, I stood up, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look, and brought out some meat and vegetables, as well as a big bag of steamed buns.

He steamed the steamed buns, and when he was cutting the meat, Yan Hang's hand flashed in front of his eyes.

The fingers look slender and powerful, and they seem to be dancing when handling ingredients. Every small movement can make people stare and want to play repeatedly.

He sighed softly.

Suddenly I miss Yan Hang very much, I don't know why.

He didn't even think about his father too much, he was more angry and worried about his father.

But he misses Yan Hang.

Many times he would subconsciously think of Yan Hang, and wanted to stay by Yan Hang's side. A casual word from Yan Hang could make him relax.

Although he lived without Yan Hang, that's how he lived.

But when Yan Hang appeared and disappeared again, everything changed. Things that could be tolerated, carried, and suppressed and never thought about before became sharper little by little.

Owning and losing again, this is what he fears the most.

He didn't know if he was too selfish, he wanted to find Yan Hang more than he wanted to find his father.

I cooked two random dishes for dinner, and after the family finished eating in silence, they went out on the first day of the junior high school.

He knew his mother well, and after beating him, his mother ignored him, and this state might last for a long time, a few days, a few months, a year or two.

He sighed softly.

I still have experienced too few things, I don’t know that once some changes happen, it will be a chain reaction, and the waves will be much bigger than I imagined, and he can be overwhelmed by just a wave...

1.5 meters eight?

height.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood on the measuring instrument in the boxing gym and looked at the numbers on it.

Sad ah first grade!

Is it a bit too far away from two meters!

"Are you here alone today?" Someone asked behind him, "Your uncle didn't come with you?"

On the first day of junior high school, he quickly blocked the numbers with his hands, then turned around and saw that it was a coach from the boxing gym. He had a good chat with Uncle Yan before.

Uncle Yan is a magical person, it seems that as long as he wants to, he can chat with anyone.

"Well," the first day of the junior high school responded, "from now on, it will be me, myself."

"That's it," the coach smiled, "Then you can..."

If you know what the coach means on the first day of junior high school, the boxing gym can ask the coach to give class guidance alone.

but.

"I don't have money." He answered truthfully.

"Hey," the coach laughed, "It's okay, then you can practice on your own, and you can ask us if you don't understand anything."

"Thank you." He smiled.

Uncle Yan didn't teach him for a long time, but he taught him some basic things, and also told him the general direction of practice. He just needs to practice according to these.

"It's not necessary to become a boxer," said Uncle Yan. "After a long time with this thing, the reaction speed and strength will improve, and it will definitely take advantage when fighting with others. Look at how fast Yan Hang's reaction is, and also I can grow taller."

On the first day of junior high school, in front of the sandbag, I recalled what Uncle Yan said very seriously, and followed every sentence.

When he punched the punching bag, he had a feeling of exhilaration that he had never felt before.

Although there are still injuries on the body, I can no longer feel the pain caused by the muscle stretching, only the "bang" when the strength erupts in sweat and breathing.

The coach came over twice in the middle, probably because he hit too much and lost his posture. The coach came to correct the angle of his punches.

An hour later, Chu Yi stopped by leaning on the sandbags.

Looking at the two people practicing against each other next to them.

That's it, compared with Yan Hang, it's still not close.

"Just clean it up at night. You can ask if it's okay. The original aunt said that she would bring her grandson to cook at night," a young lady in a boxing gym uniform walked past him on the phone, "It's all like this. Very hard to find…”

On the first day of the junior high school, I turned my head and my heart moved.

After watching the young lady go all the way to the front desk and finish talking on the phone, he went to wash his face, and then mustered up the courage to walk over.

"Hello," he whispered, "I want to ask, ask."

"What's the matter?" The young lady looked at him.

"Are you, are you looking for someone to clean and sweep at night?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Yes," said the young lady, "From 10:30 to [-]:[-], the main thing is to sweep and mop the floor, as well as clean the shower room in the changing room. Do you want to introduce someone?"

"I," said softly on the first day of junior high school, a little uncertain, "Can I do it?"

"You?" The young lady was stunned, and turned to look at an older girl next to her, and then at him, "Do you want to take a summer job?"

"En." Chu nodded.

The young lady has probably never encountered such a situation, and she is a little confused: "But we have never recruited summer jobs here, and all the recruits are laid-off aunts..."

"What's wrong?" the coach before came over and asked.

"Oh, don't we want to recruit the aunt who cleans at night," the young lady pointed to the first day of junior high school, "this little boy wants to come."

The coach looked at the first day of junior high school in surprise: "Aren't you here to box?"

"No, delay." The first day of junior high school was a little nervous.

He is not as confident as Yan Hang. Yan Hang has seen everything in his travels, and he is fluent in English. He can easily find a job with Yan Jidao's ID card when he goes out. He doesn't have that ability.

"Hey, are you..." The older girl suddenly looked at him, "Is your father... a while ago at my house..."

On the first day of junior high school, his whole body sank suddenly. This boxing gym was four stops away from home, and he didn't expect to meet someone who lived there.

"What?" the coach looked at her.

"Just a while ago, our house didn't...kill people..." The girl said with some hesitation.

"I..." Chu Yi turned around and walked towards the door, "Forget it."

"It's tiring to work at night. You have to wait for everyone to wash up in the shower room before you can go in and clean it. It may be too late to finish," the coach said behind him, "Can you do it?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned his head abruptly: "Okay."

"Let's register him," the coach said to the young lady, "I haven't recruited anyone anyway."

"Okay." The young lady nodded.

Looking at the coach on the first day of junior high school: "Really?"

"This is our boss," said the young lady, "if he says it will work, it will work."

After Yan Hang lifted the last set of barbells, he sat up and watched Cui Yi playing parallel bars on the equipment next to him.

"That doctor," Cui Yi said while pushing himself up, "Have we been chatting for almost two months? How do you feel?"

"Are you showing off that you can still speak without panting?" Yan Hang said.

"Answer the question." Cui Yi jumped down and sat next to him.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I've been making adjustments according to the doctor's instructions, and I'm still taking the medicine."

"Well, you can only go to work when she tells you that you can go to work," Cui Yi said, "I have already agreed with the hotel, you can go anytime."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to put on a show like this?" Yan Hang asked.

"How big a waiter can play," Cui Yi smiled, "If you have one more, it's not too much, if you're one less, it's not too much, just listen to me."

"Yeah." Yan Hang lay down on his back, ready to practice for a while.

In fact, he used to run mostly, and he only went to have fun when his father wanted to drag him to the gym. Now he comes with Cui Yi three times a week. I don't know if it's because he's bored or because he misses his father.

"I've prepared the library card for you," Cui Yi said, "Go when you want to read."

"Thank you," Yan Hang said, "Really."

"I don't know what to say for being so polite." Cui Yi laughed.

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

After coming out of the gym, Cui Yi couldn't hold back, and dragged him to eat skewers.

"After you've finished practicing like this, let's have a big meal," Yan Hang said while eating, "What's the point of those two hours before?"

"It's mainly psychological satisfaction." Cui Yi said.

When he came out of the shop after eating and was waiting for Cui Yi to drive, Yan Hang stretched.

A little tired, but in good spirits.

Walking out of the darkness again, he felt a little emotional.

When I looked back at the signboard of the kebab shop, I suddenly thought of the first day of junior high school.

Thinking of them going home with a big bag of barbecue for supper after the run...the first day of junior high school is quite edible.

He smiled, took out his mobile phone, and took a photo of the signboard of the barbecue shop.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally only posted it on Weibo without reading the comments.

In fact, he was a little afraid to see the content of the "return of missing persons", even if it was a joke, it would make him feel sad.

He can't help but think of the first day of junior high school.

The summer vacation is almost over, what are you doing on the first day of junior high school?

Is Liang Bing still making trouble for him?

Will the classmates discuss it?

How is the situation at home?

When I came home on the first day of junior high school, it was quiet as usual, but now I come back late every day, and everyone in the family is asleep, which is fine.

He took a shower, sat down at the desk, and opened the small book.

Several pages had already been written in a mess, and he slowly flipped through it. Some of them no longer knew what they were trying to express, but some of them could still recall the mood at that time.

- a freshman with a job

- The women's shower room is much cleaner than the men's shower room

- sore shoulders

- leg pain, side kick is not strong enough

- Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang

- soon to be rich

-166.5? ? ? ? ?Germinated on the first day? ? ? ?

-School is about to start, homework is not written or written

- Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Yan Yan Jidao

- Picked up a piebald stone today

-There's a hornet's nest above the tree hole! ! !

I don't know when this hornet's nest grew. He didn't see it when he went last week. When he went there yesterday, all the hornets overheard him.

He sighed and took out his pen.

- I dreamed about Yan Hang yesterday

After writing this sentence, he put down the pen in embarrassment, lay down on the table and took out his mobile phone.

I clicked twice casually, originally wanted to click on a game to play, but when I saw it clearly, I found that I clicked on Moments.

Yan Hang remained silent and disappeared.

In the dialog box is still a photo of the new hairstyle that I sent last month.

He took selfies for two hours, and his phone ran out of battery before he finally picked out one.

After sending it to Yan Hang, he waited for a long time and kept opening WeChat, fearing that he didn't hear the notification tone, but Yan Hang never responded.

The only thing that can make him breathe a sigh of relief is that Yan Hang didn't block him or delete him.

After staring at Yan Hang's name for a while, he opened Weibo again.

The system forcibly added a few more attentions to the first day of the new year, and he persistently deleted them one by one, leaving only little brother Xing Tian.

Just as he was about to exit, he glanced at Xing Tian's name again.

Then he grabbed his phone and stood up abruptly.

His heart was beating violently, and if it wasn't for the lack of space in his throat, his heart would jump to the top of the sky, and he would be a little out of breath.

The latest content under Xing Tian's name has changed!

Xing Tian updated Weibo!

When calling Xing Tian's name, the first day of the junior high school trembled as if touching a switch.

There is no WIFI at home, and the traffic signal is not very good. After entering Xingtian's Weibo, it is blank, and the content has not been uploaded.

He ran to the kitchen with his mobile phone in hand, climbed onto the desk and leaned half his body out of the window, and the content was finally loaded.

Not a single word.

But just one photo already made him almost want to yell.

The photo is a signboard of a barbecue shop, with four words on it, Xiao Li BBQ.

Xiao Li!barbecue!

Trembling, he enlarged the photo and looked at it centimeter by centimeter, trying to find something related to Yan Hang.

But no gain.

The photo was taken quite clearly, but it was just a signboard. If he wanted to take a picture of a window, he might still be able to find Yan Hang's shadow on the glass, just a signboard.

He squatted on the desk and looked back and forth at the photos several times.

The photo was posted last week. I was a little depressed on the first day of junior high school. It took him several days to see it!

There are hundreds of comments below!

Are you ladies so busy?

I opened the comments at the beginning of the day, and looked carefully one by one.

From the first one to the last one, he didn't find anyone who knew where it was.

Lily BBQ.

There is probably more than one such name in every city, even if it is called Xiaochu BBQ...