A Lucky Coin

"No." Chuyi replied.

Once a secret is discovered, it is no longer a secret.

The tree hole was seen by Yan Hang, and the secret in the tree hole is no longer a secret.

Although he doesn't remember what secrets are inside.

It's nothing more than inconspicuous trivialities, just like him in the eyes of others.

"Would you like to speak out?" Yan Hang supported the tree trunk and looked into the cave.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was a little unhappy that Yan Hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree hole, but he still nodded: "I made a sound."

Yan Hang shouldn't care about his broken tree hole. He probably won't be interested in playing it once. Only people like him who have a bad brain come here to talk about it when they have nothing to do.

"I'm so bored." Yan Hang said to the inside.

The tree hole is a bit low for the first year of junior high school. Yan Hang had to take a horse stance to talk to the tree hole. This posture is quite funny.

But on the first day of the junior high school, he refrained from laughing. If he laughed, Yan Hang might be unhappy, and he didn't want to make anyone unhappy.

Yan Hang touched the edge of the tree hole, then looked at his hands, probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.

This action made the first day of junior high school feel a little embarrassed, like touching the chair first when someone came to the house as a guest.

He has never considered this question, is the hole in the tree hole dirty?

He quietly raised his hand to touch his face, but he really didn't notice it.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "The face is not dirty."

"Oh." Chu Yi smiled.

"Have you finished talking?" Yan Hang asked.

"In the future, Fang Chang." Said Chuyi.

"You're quite interesting," Yan Hang also smiled, "Let me ask you, this road goes all the way, can you reach the main street?"

"Yes." Chu Yi said.

"How far is it?" Yan Hang asked again.

"I don't know." The first day of junior high school thought for a while, "Run, run for five minutes."

"Run over?" Yan Hang sighed, "Okay, how fast can you run over?"

"Run for your life," Chu Yi said, "speed."

Yan Hang kept silent and stared at him.

He didn't say anything on the first day of the junior high school. Yan Hang's combat power was very strong, and he didn't have time to see clearly the process of cleaning up Li Zihao and the others. People like Yan Hang probably couldn't understand the speed of escape.

"Save my phone number and add me as a friend." Yan Hang thought for a while, then took out his phone, "You can call me if you need anything."

He didn't make a sound on the first day of the junior high school, and he felt that Yan Hang was a little strange.

In his memory, he seemed to have never met a stranger who would be so... proactively friendly to him, and it didn't seem to be to further humiliate him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang looked at him, "No cell phone?"

"Yes." The first day of the junior high school hesitated.

"Have you been bullied out of the shadows?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes impatiently, "I want to snatch your phone, do I still have to ask you to take it out? I even snatched your phone, clothes, and your cigarette Not even 3 minutes."

Yan Hang's attitude made him a little nervous, so he quickly took out his mobile phone.

"Let me scan you." Yan Hang clicked on the phone a few times.

"Yeah." Chu Yi pressed the phone.

Then they both stared at the black screen of the phone in silence.

Five seconds later, Yan Hang couldn't help but opened his mouth: "I usually don't ask people like this..."

Are you mentally handicapped?

"Wait." Chu Yi rubbed his nose.

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Hang said, "Waiting for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"

"Well," Chu Yi nodded solemnly, and just when Yan Hang was about to turn around and leave, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "It's on."

"...Do you use your mind?" Yan Hang asked.

"Nice, are you awesome?" Chu Yi raised his head and glanced at him.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

I clicked the WeChat icon on the desktop.

Yan Hang moved his mobile phone over to scan it, but fell into waiting again.

Five seconds later, the WeChat interface was displayed, and ten seconds later, Yan Hang took back the mobile phone he was about to scan, and looked at the mobile phone with his arms crossed to communicate with him on the first day of the junior high school.

The screen has changed, I poked it on the first day of the new year, waited, and finally clicked the QR code.

Yan Hang sighed, and moved his phone, which had already been locked, to scan it: "It's time to change the phone."

"Also, it works," Chu Yi smiled and looked at the phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."

"Xing Tian." Yan Hang finished speaking for him.

"It sounds good." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang took a look at the nickname of the first year of junior high school. It was just a simple "1", and he couldn't see it without paying attention. He didn't know where to start when he wanted to compliment politely.

"Why don't we run for our lives, and I'll see what kind of speed it is." Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket.

"I'll go home." Chuyi said, shaking the bag in his hand.

This proposal sounds like what he just said to the tree hole should be the voice of the heart, and Yan Hang is probably very boring.

Yan Hang looked at the bag and clicked his tongue: "I'm not mistaken, am I? Little kids still smoke, buy one at a time."

"Running errands." Chu Yi said.

"Bought for your grandma?" Yan Hang asked, thinking about it and gave a thumbs up again, "Your grandma has a very character."

I didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, and I was not very happy.

"Go back," Yan Hang waved his hand, "I ran for my life."

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned around with his bag in his hand, and after walking two steps, Yan Hang's voice came again: "Are there usually many people running on this road?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned his head: "No one."

"Why, isn't the environment pretty..." Yan Hang ran sideways and turned back to talk, before he finished speaking, he shook violently, probably stepped on a pit, and staggered two steps, "Fuck me?"

"Because," the first day of the junior high school looked at him, "it will fall."

Because there are no lights, the river is still rotten, the road is still rotten, and the legend is still haunted.

There are many reasons, but in the first day of junior high school, he can't express himself as freely as he thinks in his heart. He usually chooses short words.

"Okay, let's go." Yan Hang was probably very depressed, and continued to run forward while moving his ankle.

On the first day of the junior high school, I lowered my head and walked slowly along the wall according to the old habit. When I got downstairs, a car behind me honked its horn.

Although he felt that his position could not be blocking the way, he still moved aside again, and his shoulders touched the wall.

"Puppy!" Someone called him by his nickname.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he turned his head and saw a small white car behind him, the passenger window was lowered, and there was a round smiling face inside.

"Auntie." He walked over.

My aunt is Erping, not his aunt, but my cousin, and grandma is my aunt's aunt.

However, the relationship between the two families has always been bad. Grandma and aunt would quarrel when they met, and my aunt and mother had been fighting since childhood, but they liked her very much in the first day of junior high school.

"I was just about to call you to come out," the aunt got out of the car, "Where did you go?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he shook the bag in his hand.

"Buying cigarettes for your grandma again?" the aunt said.

Chu nodded.

"Come on, get in the car." Auntie opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.

On the first day of junior high school, I got into the car and said hello to the little uncle who was driving.

"Has the puppy grown up? Is it taller than when it was Chinese New Year?" said the little uncle.

"Phantom, hallucination." Chu Yi said.

"It's a little taller. It's the third day of the next semester, and the little boys are running around now." My aunt also got into the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "Here, my aunt gave it to you."

On the first day of junior high school, I knew it was a mobile phone without opening it.

During the Chinese New Year, my aunt said that she would give him a mobile phone. Because of this, my mother had an argument with her on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt thought that there was something wrong with my mother.

"Hold it," the aunt said. "If your mother asks, just say I gave it to you. She's going to smash it. Tell me, and I'll buy you another one."

"Thank you, little aunt." Chu Yi said.

"You're welcome, Auntie just wants you to be like other children." Auntie looked at him and sighed, "Creating a crime."

I glanced out of the car window on the first day of the new year, usually my aunt always chatted with him for a while, but today because he was out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree hole and talked to Yan Hang for a while, which was much longer than normal He was afraid that if he didn't go back, his grandma would lose his temper.

But my aunt had just arrived, and if he said he wanted to leave, he was afraid that my aunt would be unhappy.

This kind of entanglement made him very helpless, and he lowered his head and gently picked on the phone case.

"Go back," my aunt said, "just go out and buy a cigarette, your grandma will go crazy if you go back late."

"En." Chu nodded.

When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the trash can and unpacked the phone case, took out the phone and accessories and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, threw the box away, and then entered the corridor.

As soon as the door was opened, grandma's voice rushed out from the crack of the door: "The old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"

"No, not necessarily." Chu said in a low voice.

"What are you talking about!" Grandma came over with the dog in her arms.

"No." On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly raised his hand to protect his head, and passed the bag of cigarettes with the other hand.

Grandma took the cigarette and turned around, walked two steps and then turned back: "Where is the money I got back! You want to swallow my money!"

Chu Yi pointed to the bag: "Inside."

Grandma was probably anxious to smoke, so she didn't continue to scold him, threw the dog on the ground and walked away.

The dog is an old dog. It was thrown to the ground by the grandma, and it didn't stop and rolled directly to the wall.

On the first day of the junior high school, I picked it up and put it back in its own nest, and squeezed its paws again.

"Pour a glass of water." My mother said behind me.

Chuyi got up and washed his hands, and poured a glass of water for my mother.

"Let's do your homework," my mother gave him a sideways glance, "I'll give you 20 points for the mid-term exam, and I'll frame it on the wall for you."

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't make a sound, sat down at the desk, and turned on the desk lamp.

relieved.

Although he doesn't like going to school or doing homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that is completely his own.

As soon as the light is on, any unhappiness, nervousness, and fear around me will disappear.

There is no rule about what time he goes to bed at home. He usually waits for his grandma and grandpa to finish snoring before going into the house to sleep.

Today, my grandpa went to live with his aunt's house, so my grandma's snoring is a little weak, without the usual momentum.

On the first day of junior high school, he took out his mobile phone, and my aunt was very generous, but he didn't dare to use this mobile phone at all.

As long as he dares to take it out, his mother can see it at a glance.

When my mother sees someone, she looks at her phone first, and asks, is it Apple?

In my mother's opinion, only an apple is considered a mobile phone, and pears, bananas, and sugar cane are all garbage.

Chu took out his mobile phone, took out the SIM card, and installed it in the new mobile phone.

When he turned it on, he suddenly remembered something, jumped up, put the phone on his stomach, and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he realized that there was no boot music.

Although I am not used to it, this phone is very easy to use. I squatted in the toilet and pulled the phone on the first day of junior high school.

The previous mobile phone was eliminated by my father. Before it was eliminated, it had been used for three years, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He tried his best to provide that mobile phone like his ancestors, but he still couldn’t stop it from entering the stage of mind communication. .

I was a little tired from squatting, so I sat on the ground on the first day of junior high school, and opened WeChat after tossing for a long time.

The speed is swish.

He looked at the circle of friends, and the latest few posts were all sent by his classmates. He never participated in the discussion. It is estimated that his classmates no longer remember that he is still among the friends.

Usually he seldom looks at Moments, but today he keeps scrolling down. Maybe the phone responds too fast and can't stop.

I also saw a circle of friends posted by my mother in the afternoon.

The few pictures are all bags. It can be seen that they were taken on the display rack in the store, and the pictures are so clear that even a local product like him can recognize it as LV.

There is one more word.

-Guess how much these bags cost?

The first day of junior high school sighed, this circle of friends must be divided into groups, at least to block Erping's family, which she hates the most.

But it still made him feel awkward.

So quickly scroll down.

Punishment day.

He stopped, and only then did he realize that scrolling down was not because the phone responded too quickly.

-timeisslippingawaybutIcouldnotevensesizeasecond.

Yan Hang's content in his circle of friends seems to have traveled from another world. He was a little shocked when he stared at this English sentence on the first day of the junior high school.

He clicked into Yan Hang's photo album.

The frequency of Yan Hang's Moments is about once a day, but he only saw the second one.

-my solitude pervades the sky when the night falls

He didn't look at the content below, but just glanced at it.

Then he backed out, holding his phone in a daze.

Yan Hang's circle of friends is actually all in English, without a single Chinese character.

Very advanced.

He is much more advanced than Li Zihao and others.

After playing with the mobile phone for a while, the first day of the junior high school replaced the calling card with his old mobile phone, and hid the new mobile phone in the deepest drawer of the desk.

Yan Hang ran halfway along the road by the river before turning a corner in a small sideways alley.

There were no street lights before, and it was fine to step on the pit while running. Finally, there was a light. He saw a piece of rubbish beside the embankment that was about to complete the important task of filling the river and making land.

I probably know why no one comes here to run. After two months, it will be hot, maybe it will smell like that.

On the first day of junior high school, I actually picked a tree hole in this kind of place, which is quite creative.

For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.

After running out of the alley, he got lost.

Standing on a small street that he has never seen in so many days since he moved here, fortunately he has not run for a long time, even if he gets lost, this place is not too far from where he lives.

He took out his phone, turned on the navigation, and looked at the map.

He found his way back at a glance.

It is said that he can read maps at the age of five, and he has been to countless unfamiliar cities, towns, towns, and even villages with his father. It is difficult to get lost, but he gets lost every time he goes.

Maybe that's why.

Many times he left without a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment. After a long time, he would no longer be familiar with the new environment.

I will leave anyway, if you get lost, get lost, forget it anyway, don’t remember if you don’t remember.

When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be that his father had returned.

However, he still opened the door cautiously and asked, "Old Yan?"

"What?" Dad's voice came from the door.

Yan Hang pushed open the door, and Dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Did you eat?" he asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol at the same time, "Hurt?"

"Well," Dad raised his arm, "I haven't eaten yet, can I get something to eat? Beef short ribs or something."

If the arm can still move, the injury is not serious.

"Dare to order," Yan Hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "Why don't I return the 154 card to you, so you can order it."

"That bit of broken silver is enough for something." Dad stretched himself and fell down on the sofa.

"Noodles?" Yan Hang said, "I bought some pasta, let me make you a pasta that tastes like short ribs?"

"Okay," Dad nodded, "Our prince's handcrafted boiled water is delicious, after all, he is a future chef who wants to enter the Western food industry."

"It sounds like a curse." Yan Hang took the materials into the kitchen.

Yan Hang's craftsmanship is indeed good, and his father knows it well even if he doesn't say it.

My dad said, you have to be brave enough to face your own strengths. The real strengths don’t need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of yourself.

Yan Hang turned on the gas stove and started making pasta.

Dad said a lot of words, all of which were like crazy, but he remembered every word that needed him to remember.

Very obedient prince.

Yan Hang sighed lightly.

The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen, which might be uncomfortable for another person, but Yan Hang does not have this kind of distress, he will always use the ones that are difficult for him, and there is no comparison at all.

When I returned to the living room, my father had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

He walked over with the prepared noodles, hesitated for a moment, reached out to his father's ear and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Then he backed away quickly.

But it was still slow, Dad didn't even open his eyes, he grabbed his wrist with a raised hand, and he was twisted and pressed before he could break free.

The feeling of soreness, pain and numbness suddenly rushed to his shoulders, and he could only follow down. In order to protect the face in his hands, he had to kneel on one knee and shout: "Me!"

Dad opened his eyes and let go of his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "If you want to attack your father sneakily, be tender, Xiaohanghang."

"Hurry up and eat." Yan Hang put the noodles on the coffee table, rubbed his arms and sat beside him.

Dad got up, took the plate and smelled it, and started to eat slowly, with a very enjoyable expression on his face.

Yan Hang took his mobile phone and looked down. He clicked on WeChat, and there were a lot of messages. He didn't bother to read, so he clicked on the profile picture of the first day of junior high school.

The avatar on the first day of junior high school is the same as his nickname, simple and improvised to the extreme, just a black letter "1" on a white background.

After entering the album, Yan Hang was speechless again.

The child probably uttered all his words when he put his face on the tree hole.

There are no photos or words in Moments.

There are only one small emoji, and only one at a time.

Swipe down, and a series of small expressions slide by.

It looks cautiously lonely.

"By the way, you may stay longer this time. If you're going to work," Dad took out a card-shaped thing from his pocket and threw it at him, "Use this."

Before Yan Hang could look away from the phone screen, he reached out and caught the card from the corner of his eye.

It's an ID card.

Every time they stay in one place for a longer time, Yan Hang will go to work, and his father will give him a fake certificate, and he will get one himself.

I don't know if it's for a fresh picture, but the name used is different every time.

This time too, Yan Hang looked at the card in his hand.

The photo is his right.

Name: Yan Jidao

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