A Lucky Coin

The guests of the boxing gym left early today. After cleaning up on the first day of the new year, they returned home half an hour earlier than usual.

There was no one in the lobby outside, only the lady at the front desk who was waiting to lock the door was still sitting at the door, talking on the phone with a smile on her face.

It was probably a fight with her boyfriend, and she smiled very shyly.

The little girl is very shy when she falls in love, and she discovered it not long after the start of this semester.

The female classmate at the front desk just smiled at Li Zihao.

The first day of junior high school felt amazing. They had a quarrel last semester. After a summer vacation, they were able to go to school. After they were good, they flirted with each other for half a month. Now they left the school hand in hand.

Li Zihao didn't even bother to study the history of the development of fake gangsters.

The first day of junior high school sighed, the future is deserted.

But now even if Li Zihao and his gang want to study, they won't look for him again. The fact that they beat Liang Bing until his face was covered in blood once or twice in the first two days is now known to the whole school, and even spread out.

His life is much better now than before, and everyone is far away from him.

In the past, he was hiding the loneliness, but now the loneliness is being hidden by others. There is still a big difference between the two tastes.

The hat of dad being a fugitive murderer is put on his head. Even if the case is solved one day, even if dad is innocent, it will be difficult to get rid of it. After all, the police will not come to them with drums and drums to announce the result. At most, a few words were mentioned in newspapers and TV, and if you saw it, you would say "Oh, if you didn't see it, it's still the same."

Under the "halo" of his father, the incident of beating Liang Bing in the first day of junior high school was infinitely magnified. If Liang Bing hadn't been wandering around here all day, everyone would have firmly believed that Liang Bing had been killed by him.

Sitting on the edge of the boxing ring on the first day of junior high school, I was stunned for a while before realizing that I was digressing.

In love.

After the beginning of the third year of junior high school, many people fall in love. They don’t know what it feels like to be in love. They all look like they can’t stop, and they have been invited by the teacher to their parents. There are three couples, and they are still eager to try.

He didn't think about these things before, and it didn't make sense to think about it. He was not as tall as a girl before, and he still stuttered... So he can only rely on guesswork now, probably because people will be lonely, lonely to a certain extent , will want to find someone to stay with.

For example, he just wants to stay with Yan Hang, even if he doesn't talk... Oh, now he's thinking about dating, it has nothing to do with Yan Hang...

But if Yan Hang has been around, he doesn't need to think about dating.

But as for Yan Hang, he stood up on the first day of junior high school, straightened the crooked mat on the ground, and started punching the sandbag. Yan Hang is so handsome and chic, and those fans and sisters of him will know that Yan Hang talked about something Falling in love is so easy, you've probably talked about it before.

No, no, no, no, Yan Hang said that he never received a gift. If this handsome guy really had a girlfriend, how could he not have received a gift.

The first day of the junior high school smiled and punched the sandbag continuously.

Uncle Yan was right. These exercises looked boring, but they worked. Now he can feel the speed increase when he punches, and he can already feel the strength when he kicks the sandbag.

As for the height, he doesn't know if it will be useful, whether it's time for him to grow up or practice... I'm not sure, anyway, the boys in the class look like they have been rolled when they return to school after a summer vacation. Stretched, Li Zihao is like a sea pole, straight up to 1.9 meters, becoming the tallest one in the class.

Although he has also stretched a lot, he is still among the short ones.

But for a aunt who hasn't seen him for three or four months, it's amazing that he has gained a little more height than the summer vacation.

When school was over at noon, my aunt passed by on errands and said she wanted to take him to dinner. The car was parked across the road from the school. He walked all the way to the car and my aunt didn't see him. She opened the car door, and she was startled: "Ouch ! Whose family is this!"

"Robbery." Chu Yi poked her arm with his finger.

"My God," my aunt laughed and patted him on the face, "I haven't seen him in the past few months, I can't even recognize him at a glance! This big guy is even taller than me."

"That's because you are too, too short." The first day of the junior high school got into the car and said with a smile.

"Okay, that's awesome," my aunt drove the car, "Puppy can laugh at people's short stature...is it 1.7 meters?"

"No amount," said the first day of the junior high school, "maybe, probably, my legs hurt when I sleep at night. My mother said it was too long."

"Yes, your uncle is also at the moment, his bones hurt so much that he can't sleep," the aunt looked at him, "Aren't the clothes too small? Can't you wear the school uniform?"

"Yeah." Looking down on the first day of the junior high school, he is now wearing old clothes of his father, and his father doesn't buy much clothes. I don't know where to get the coat, and it has the words "XX air conditioner" printed on it.

The trousers are very handsome. The trousers are the sweatpants that Yan Hang gave him before. Now that the weather is cold, he can continue to wear them. In fact, he is not willing to wear them.

"After dinner, my aunt will take you to buy some clothes," said my aunt. "You are a young man. If you want to look good, you will have a figure if you want to. Wearing work clothes is too shameful."

"I have money," Chu Yi said, thinking about it and feeling a little proud, "I'm working."

"Really?" Auntie was a little surprised, "Where is it?"

"One fist, hall," Chu Yi squeezed his trouser legs and rubbed them lightly, "Cleaning, there are one to one thousand."

It took a long time for my aunt to say: "The puppy has grown up, it's really..."

"I invite, treat you to dinner." Chu Yi patted his pocket.

He has been saving money for the past few months. When the boxing gym pays his wages every month, he gives [-] to his mother and keeps [-] for himself, which is stored in the card.

Saving money is not for other reasons. If he just wants to go to a vocational high school, his mother may get angry and stop paying his tuition fees. He has to find a way to prepare first.

If he doesn't follow his mother's request, he may have to rely on himself in the future.

And my mother's character, even if she followed her request, she didn't know what would piss her off.

Like Yan Hang, it will be much safer to earn and spend by yourself.

My aunt did not refuse his request for a treat, and they went to have a small hot pot meal.

"Any news recently?" Auntie asked, "Did the police find you again?"

"No." Chu Yi sighed softly.

"Oh," my aunt frowned, "Your father is really... But don't worry about it, whether he does it or not, no matter what he does, it's none of your business."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

You are yourself first.

For some reason, he remembered Uncle Yan's words.

Now he clearly understands the meaning of this sentence, but it is not easy to do it.

"Let's go," my aunt took a sip of tea, "Go shopping and buy clothes for you."

"Don't go to the mall, let's go to the mall," the first day of junior high school thought for a while, "Go to the pedestrian street."

"Why?" My aunt laughed, "Want to save me money? Let's go, the mall also has discounts, anyway, I will buy sportswear for you, wherever you go."

It was a rare day to rest. Yan Hang originally wanted to go back to sleep, but several colleagues dragged him out to play. He had already refused twice, and he couldn't find any reason.

If it was before, he wouldn't even find a reason, maybe it was ten days and a half months of friendship, it was unnecessary.

But it's different now, no one is taking him around anymore, he will no longer live here as he pleases, and he has to learn to adapt to this kind of life.

Learn to know many colleagues and neighbors, learn to see familiar people every day, and learn to walk in the crowd on the street like an ordinary person.

This was the life he had been looking forward to.

But I don't know if it's because he was always on the road during the years when he was most likely to have deep memories, or because he lost his father. Now when this kind of life really comes, it is still difficult for him to devote himself fully.

After dinner, the colleague said to go to a place to play cards. When passing by the clothing store, the two girls couldn't help but entered the store again.

He sat with another male colleague and watched them try on clothes.

"Does it look good?" A girl changed her clothes and walked up to them.

"Looks good," the male colleague nodded, "It's very white, and you are very white."

The girl smiled and looked at Yan Hang again.

"Bai." Yan Hang nodded.

These two are in the stage of making eye contact, so he doesn't plan to talk too much to steal the show.

But when another girl named Zhang Chen came over, Yan Hang felt embarrassed. Although he had never been in a relationship and had no chance to experience the so-called "favorite", he could still feel something.

"How about it!" Zhang Chen put his hands on his hips.

"You step on it again," Yan Hang stretched out his foot and hooked a small stool next to her, "You can speak lines with a knife."

"I drive this mountain," Zhang Chen stepped on the stool, "I occupy this stool. If you want to cross this road, you must praise me for beauty."

Yan Hang gave her a thumbs up: "Beautiful."

"Thank you." Zhang Chen said.

"It doesn't rhyme at all." The male colleague next to me said.

"Let me tell you, with your emotional intelligence," Zhang Chen sighed, and said as he walked towards the mirror, "You don't need Gongdou dramas, and you don't need two episodes of brain-dead idol dramas."

"This mouth hurts." The male colleague sighed.

Yan Hang laughed.

The two girls tried on clothes for half an hour, but they didn't buy any.

Yan Hang sighed when he walked out of the store under the complicated eyes of the shopping guide: "Is this considered a digestion exercise?"

"Smart," Zhang Chen snapped his fingers, "It's still a spiritual comfort. Just now we have finished taking selfies in the fitting room. There are some clothes that don't need to be bought, just take pictures."

"... Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

The next activity is playing cards.

They found a tea room and started playing mahjong.

Yan Hang felt quite boring. He would rather go for a run, or turn a few pages of books, even if he just stared blankly.

But the interest of several people was quite high, so he could only grit his teeth and not be disappointed, while playing cards, he listened to them chatting about things in the restaurant.

The restaurant that Cui Yi introduced to him was a western restaurant in a five-star hotel, and it was incomparable to the small-brand restaurants he worked for before.

Maybe it was Cui Yi who boasted for him. During the interview, the foreman used English to make an appointment with him on the phone. During the interview, he kept speaking English like a fight. For the first time, he felt that the interview was really him. Mom is in pain.

Fortunately, he passed carefully and safely, without embarrassing Cui Yi.

But after I officially went to work, I found out that the English of other waiters may be enough to order a dish.

Immediately felt very bad.

"Is sister Chen pregnant?" Zhang Chen said.

Sister Chen is their foreman, a very strict elder sister, but she is very beautiful, and Yan Hang quite likes to listen to her lectures.

"It seems to be," another girl said, "Is it time to resign? Her previous foreman resigned because she was pregnant."

"Probably not, she is a workaholic," Zhang Chen said, "I really think she can work until the moment she enters the delivery room. I have never seen such a hardworking person."

"Then someone has to replace her," said the low-emotional and intelligent male colleague in the brain-dead idol drama who could not survive three episodes. "I don't know who it will be. I hope I won't be as fierce as her."

"He." Zhang Chen pointed to Yan Hang.

Several people looked over together, Yan Hang didn't raise his eyes, he looked at the cards in his hand: "You can't just point at me because I'm handsome."

Several people laughed, and said with a low EQ: "That's right, why should he?"

"Last week when the new boss made a private visit on Weibo," Zhang Chen said, "If there is no Yan Hang, we will have to be criticized."

"It's not that exaggerated," said the low EQ, "Isn't it just all kinds of faults, and I even asked about the side dishes..."

"Then you didn't answer it, you didn't understand what they said," Zhang Chen held his chin, "At that time, I thought, ah, this little brother Yan is so handsome."

"You..." Yan Hang played his cards and was about to speak when his phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone and looked, it was Cui Yi, he answered the phone.

"Are you playing outside?" Cui Yi asked.

"Well, with a few colleagues," Yan Hang said, "what?"

When he asked the word "how", he was a little nervous. Cui Yi usually would not call him except to ask him to go to the gym.

The call came at the time when he was busy in the office, and Yan Hang's mind was filled with suffocating guesses.

"Then call me when you want to go back," Cui Yi said, "I..."

"I'll be back now." Yan Hang put down the card and stood up.

"What's urgent?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

He nodded.

"Then hurry up," Zhang Chen said, "I'll settle the accounts later, and I'll help you bring the money over when I go to work tomorrow."

"You take it," Yan Hang took the coat and smiled at a few people, walked out quickly, and lowered his voice, "Is there any news from my dad?"

"No," Cui Yi said, "don't be nervous."

"Oh." Yan Hang responded and stood by the side of the road, unable to tell whether he was relieved or disappointed when he heard this sentence.

He wanted news about his father, but he was afraid it would be bad news.

During this period of time, he was basically in a normal state, but he would still dream of his father and blood at night when he couldn't sleep well, and then he would wake up in a cold sweat.

"Why don't I go find you," Cui Yi said, "Where are you?"

"The intersection opposite Wanda behind our hotel." Yan Hang said.

"It's very close, I'll go there right away." Cui Yi hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Yan Hang was a little unreliable. In order to comfort himself, he went to the snack shop behind him and bought a box of marshmallows, squatting on the steps by the side of the road and eating slowly.

After taking two bites, he felt someone was watching him.

When I turned my head, I saw a little boy in a school uniform, probably in the second or third grade of elementary school.

The clothes are a little dirty, and the face is a little dirty.

Seeing him turn his head, the little boy lowered his head in embarrassment.

He turned his head, and the little boy looked up at him again.

He didn't know why he saw the shadow of the first year of junior high school in such a child, and he passed the marshmallow in his hand: "I treat you."

The little boy looked at him without moving.

"I don't like eating blue ones," Yan Hang said, "help me eat it."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, came over to look into the box, took a blue one and put it in his mouth.

"Come here, squat for a while." Yan Hang beckoned.

The little boy came over and squatted down beside him.

"Help me eat the pink ones too," Yan Hang said, "I only eat white ones."

"Okay." The little boy nodded.

The two of them just squatted on the steps and slowly ate cotton candy.

Not long after, Cui Yi's car drove over, and Yan Hang put the box into the boy's hand: "Thank you for accompanying me."

The little boy probably didn't understand, he held the box and looked at him.

"I have to go," Yan Hang got up and scratched his head, "It's all yours."

"Thank you brother." The little boy said.

Yan Hang smiled, ran over and got into Cui Yi's car.

"The police contacted me." Cui Yi said while driving forward.

"Contact you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's not this case," Cui Yi said, "It's...the previous case."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Did your father tell you?" Cui Yi glanced at him, "Only your mother..."

"I told you a little bit," Yan Hang said, "Isn't that...that's why that old Ding came to him? Is it Lao Ding?"

"Well," Cui Yi pressed the cigarette lighter, "but he's not the only one."

Yan Hang stared at the cigarette lighter and shook his hand slightly.

"The other one might have some clues." Cui Yi took out a cigarette and threw it on his lap, "I don't know the specific situation, although there should be nothing wrong...but you still pay attention to safety."

"What do you mean?" Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"If your father is still alive," Cui Yi frowned, "I will definitely keep chasing you. Who knows if you are in a hurry, or your father wouldn't let me pick you up."

Lily BBQ.

On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and held my mobile phone, and wrote these four words in the search bar.

He didn't know how many times he had searched, but he still didn't give up. The boxing gym has WIFI, and the speed of the Internet is much faster than his data. He usually searches when he is tired from training and resting.

Yan Hang's cooking is delicious, and his mouth is more picky than ordinary people. The barbecue he is willing to eat should taste good. Such a restaurant may be mentioned in places like local forums.

Although looking for a needle in a haystack, I still want to try it on the first day of junior high school.

Anyway, there is no other way now.

In addition to searching like this, he also went to various food review software to find it. He didn't know why he had to find Yan Hang.

Yan Hang still kept his WeChat, but he never contacted him. It is very likely that Yan Hang didn't want to contact him again. Even if he found out which city Yan Hang was in, he couldn't do anything.

But I still want to look for it, even if I can't do anything, I still want to look for it.

At least you can check the weather forecast.

As for why Yan Hang left without saying goodbye, and why he refused to contact him again.

He didn't even think about it.

dare not.

"First day of junior high school." Coach He called him on the ring.

"Huh?" Chu Yi walked over, "Do you want to pack it up?"

"What to clean up now," Coach He smiled, "It's not you who needs to clean up at this time, come up."

"Why?" Chu Yi was taken aback, and looked at the ring.

There are two other people on the ring, but they are not the ones he knows. He knows the students that Coach He usually leads.

"Practice a few times with that person." Coach He pointed to a person over there.

On the first day of the junior high school, I saw a boy who was about the same age as me.

"Who?" Chu Yi asked in a low voice.

"My rival's new apprentice," Coach He also lowered his voice, "I have just practiced for a few months, and I feel that I am so good that I can fly around the moon. Go fuck him."

This is for kicking the hall, I have seen it several times in the first day of junior high school, once in a month or two.

The so-called rivals are not real enemies, but a few coaches they know who love to compete together. Of course, playing gymnastics is not a real game, but winning or losing will still be related to the face of the coach. If you lose, you will definitely be ridiculed.

"You are, no," Chu Yi looked at him, "Drinking, too."

"Huh?" Coach He looked at him.

"Yes, or not, I want to accept it again, have you accepted it?" Chuyi said.

He has not had systematic training, but has been practicing by himself. Coach He will come to give him advice when he is free, and sometimes other students will also teach him.

But that's all, now let yourself compete with someone who has practiced seriously and is going around the moon?

Still fuck him?

How to do this, he doesn't want to be this person, okay, he doesn't look good.

"Xiao Lin," Coach He didn't say any more to him, and waved at one of his veteran students, "Get the gloves for the first grader."

"Here we come," Xiao Lin immediately took the gloves and walked over, "I'll help you."

"No," looked at him on the first day of the junior high school, "I'm going to be beaten up and reimbursed for medical expenses?"

"No reimbursement, I will treat you with internal strength," Coach He said, "If you win, I will give you a raise."

"Up, how much?" asked immediately on the first day of junior high school.

"Money fan." Xiao Lin laughed.

"Five hundred." Coach He said.

"I'll do it, him." Chuyi put on his gloves, bumped his hands, and jumped onto the ring.

Flying around the moon is not very pleasing, and the expression on his face is very arrogant.

Yan Hang was also arrogant, but he was very handsome.

Probably handsome.

Flying around the moon has already come over, stood in the middle and jumped a few times, looking at him with his chin raised.

He walked over and touched Yueyue's gloves.

"They're all newbies," said the arch-enemy, "let go and fight, don't be nervous."

"On the first day of junior high school, show them what a sweeping monk is." Coach He said.

"You can blow it," said the enemy.

"Dang!" Coach He shouted.

What the hell?

Before returning to his senses on the first day of the lunar new year, Yueyue jumped over lightly, and just when he was about to defend himself, a straight punch hit him in the face.

This punch was very beautiful. After the sweeping monk came on the field, he was knocked down without even jumping.

This boxing gym is closing down.