A Lucky Coin

I cried again.

Yan Hang patted Chu Yi on the back lightly.

In my memory, the first time I cried on the first day of junior high school was standing at the door of his house, crying very unrestrainedly.

Today's two times are obviously more restrained than the first time, and I don't cry so much like a child anymore.

But for Yan Hang, it was all the same.

No matter how much Chuyi's appearance has changed from a year ago, when he sees Chuyi crying, he still feels like a wronged puppy.

And he will still be a little at a loss.

He has been to so many places, met so many people, and can judge many things based on one sentence and one demeanor, but he has always just passed by in other people's world and watched from afar.

No one has ever cried in front of him.

The tears were warm, and the low voice of crying was right next to my ears, without any distance.

He would even tremble slightly with the emotions of the first year of junior high school, but he didn't know what to do.

Growing up so big, the only "pay" he can feel is his father.

His father's devotion to him can make him bear countless uneasiness.

And the first day of junior high school is the second.

Clumsy and persistent, but very true.

But he didn't know how to respond, he didn't even know how to say goodbye.

He thought too much, he couldn't express his fear, his worry, and his confusion.

And the first day I didn't think about anything.

Just like the first day said.

Even if he kept the old number, even if he kept the gift from the first day of junior high school, even the broken red string, even if he would pick up the beautiful little stones whenever he saw them.

So what can I do, if I didn't find him on the first day of junior high school without thinking about anything, I wouldn't know for the rest of my life.

But right now, he was still a little caught off guard.

The first day of junior high school probably needs to vent. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Hang can still imagine how he spent this year.

So he is crying very seriously now.

After all, I was outside before, and I choked back after crying twice.

Now it's just the two of them here, and the first day of junior high school is like turning on the faucet.

Relevant and irrelevant, all grievances and unhappiness poured out.

Yan Hang could feel that the clothes on his shoulders were soaked with tears a little bit, and the clothes on the first day of junior high school were warm, seeped, and a little bit cold.

The voice of crying on the first day of junior high school was a little hoarse, which made people feel distressed.

"I saw the photo," Yan Hang patted his back and said softly, "Do you want to take a look together? Explain your new hairstyle to me?"

"Are you mentally retarded," sobbed the first day of the junior high school, completely abandoning his "not easy to mess with" image, "Look at your hair, and you have to talk about hairstyles, explain!"

"Okay, I'll see for myself." Yan Hang smiled and opened WeChat.

Apart from the first day of junior high school, he has no other friends on WeChat. They are all kinds of businesses. They haven't opened it for a year, and their eyes are full of little red dots.

This thing is almost a diary that he uses occasionally to record his mood.

And his mood has not been paid attention to by him for more than a year.

He still followed the old habit, and some emotions and memories that he couldn't get rid of, he put them in the box and kept them in his heart. Whenever he accidentally opened them, he would think about what to do.

When he saw the "1" in the address book, he imagined that there would be a lot of news and left a lot of words, asking him why he left without saying goodbye, why he suddenly disappeared.

But thinking about it, I feel impossible.

Yes, it took a lot of courage for him to send that photo due to his low self-esteem in the first day of junior high school and the things that were between them.

But after clicking on the name, he froze for a moment, then smiled.

There is no chat history, how can I still see photos from a year ago.

He was suddenly grateful that he almost never knew that there was a child who was so serious and persistent in looking for him.

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang put the phone next to the first day of junior high school, "Your handsome photo should have expired."

"Really?" Chuyi tilted his head, revealed one eye, glanced at the screen quickly, and then pressed his eyes back to his shoulder.

Then he unlocked his mobile phone and handed it to him: "Look for yourself, okay, I still have it here, there is a record."

Yan Hang took his mobile phone and looked at it.

The first day of junior high school a year ago in the photo was still the little doormat in his memory, he smiled a little silly, but he could still call him a handsome boy with conscience.

The hairstyle is pretty good, much better than the dog-eating one he cut himself.

He suddenly didn't dare to think about it, so he went to get a haircut on the first day of junior high school, took a photo, and took the courage to send it to him.

There was no response for a year.

He scratched his head on the first day of the junior high school: "Can I see your other photos?"

"Look," she cried on the first day of junior high school, not as unrestrainedly as before, but her voice was still hoarse, "There is a photo, it's all in the album."

"Yeah." When Yan Hang quit WeChat, he found that the chat with him on the first day of the junior high school was at the top.

He took two more shots on the back in the first day of junior high school.

For him, the ability to comfort people is simply zero.

The first day of junior high school is a careful kid, probably because he doesn't have his own room, no safe space of his own, so this area in the phone is his real private space, and he takes care of it very carefully.

Photos are placed in different albums.

A "little rock", a "landscape", and a "casual shot"...

The last one is "Pretty Boy".

Yan Hang couldn't help laughing out loud: "Is it the beautiful boy?"

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school answered, but couldn't hear a trace of embarrassment.

"Let me take a look at this beautiful boy." Yan Hang smiled and clicked on the photo album.

It is full of selfies from the first year of junior high school, and there are quite a few of them, all of which are sorted by time.

Yan Hang opened the earliest one, and slowly looked at each one.

At that time, it should be the first day of junior high school when I changed my mobile phone, got a new hairstyle, and started the journey of taking selfies.

At first glance, he is a person who never takes selfies, and he can't find the angle well. A handsome person often takes pictures like a fool, but the more the photos are taken, the more proficient they become.

At first, the backgrounds of the photos were at home, or by the river in the tree hole, and gradually some of them were taken on the street, but he still continued his style of running against the wall. Like a thief, many of them were filmed without even sorting out their facial expressions, and some were blurred into a gust of wind.

"Didn't you delete it after it became so muddy?" Yan Hang said.

"I'm confused, it's me." The first day of the junior high school replied.

"That's right." Yan Hang smiled, glanced at him, and could see that the corners of his eyes were still wet, but he was not crying at all, probably because his eyes were red, and he was too embarrassed to leave his shoulders at this moment.

When looking at the photos all the way like this, Yan Hang had a very strange feeling.

He hasn't seen Chuyi for a year. Chuyi has suddenly turned into a handsome boy from a small doormat, and he has been a little bit unable to recover.

Until now, looking at the photos, day by day, month by month, half a year, it seems to be filling in the growth in between.

Just like this, he watched Chuyi change from a handsome but timid kid in the photo to this...beautiful boy in front of him.

"Is this after boxing practice?" Yan Hang shook his phone.

In the photo, there is sweat on the face of the first day of junior high school, and there are drops of water on the hair on the forehead. He looks handsome with a little bit of coolness.

"Well," the first day of the junior high school leaned on his shoulder and tilted his head, "I feel comfortable after washing my face, and I am handsome, so I took a picture when I died, and took a picture."

"It's very handsome." Yan Hang said with a smile.

Yan Hang looked at the photos in this album for a long time, and after reading it once, he quit to look at other albums, the little rocks in the first grade of junior high school, those familiar and unfamiliar scenery, there are still a lot of him before him The building where I lived with my dad is still a lot of mess, probably photos used as a notebook, there are school materials in it, receipts for buying clothes...

After reading these, he returned to the beautiful boy, and grew up slowly again following the first day of junior high school.

Chu Yi didn't know when he fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. He held Chu Yi's head with his hands and tried to find another place for him to lean on. The head of the first day of junior high school was put back on the shoulders.

People live year after year, thinking that they are familiar with everything, but they will still inadvertently engrave a memory.

Yan Hang leaned back, leaned against the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.

The phone alarm clock rang in the morning, and Yan Hang opened his eyes.

When I want to stretch out habitually, I feel sore all over, my waist is twisted hard, and my head is sore and numb as if it is about to break.

He stared at the wood grain beside his head, and it took him almost ten seconds to react.

He was actually lying on the ground.

He moved, and found that he was not only lying on the ground, but also twisted. He should have slipped and fell down after falling asleep while sitting on the bed.

I don't know how long I slept like this.

He grinned and sat up, seeing Chuyi who was lying on his lap beside him, sleeping very writhingly, as if he had been beaten.

"The first day of junior high school," he tapped his knee on the back of the first day of junior high school, "get up."

It was as if a switch had been turned on on the first day of the junior high school, and it bounced up, and sat on the ground with a dazed expression.

After seeing him, Chu Yi laughed, with red marks on his face from being pressed by the floor.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Hang stood up, moving his arms and legs, "I have to go to work. I have a morning meeting today, so I can't be late."

"Well," Chu Yixiao got up and moved around a bit, "I'm going back to school, there are still people in the dormitory today, come here."

"Want to welcome?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, just look, look." Chuyi said.

"How is your classmate?" Yan Hang yawned, and stretched out his hand to pull down the hair on Chuyi's head. Even if he had to raise his arms to pull Chuyi's hair, he still couldn't help it, probably because of force disease.

"It's hard to say." The first day of the junior high school frowned, "Five, Renli Liangshe, brother society."

"Including you?" Yan Hang smiled.

"How can it be possible," Chu Yi rubbed his eyes, "When I get excited, I cry, ten pieces of gold, the chain can't be broken, and the society can't be broken."

"How about eating noodles earlier?" Yan Hang walked to the living room, "Crying bag."

"Okay," Chu Yi said, "No, Uncle Cui, don't you want to invite a guest?"

"Usually, it's fine. I forgot to tell him that I'm leaving early today. He got up too late. Let me tell him later," Yan Hang said, "Let him buy a big meal another day."

"I invite you." Chu Yi said.

"It doesn't matter if your dream comes true later," Yan Hang said, "You're still young, beautiful boy."

Yan Hang cooked pasta, and when he put one in his mouth at the first bite, he found that Yan Hang's cooking skills had improved a lot compared to a year ago.

"Better than before, eat!" He gave a thumbs up, "Are you still cooking?"

"No, it has never been broadcast live again." Yan Hang said.

"Why, what?" asked the first day of the junior high school, "Have you passed, passed away?"

"Get lost." Yan Hang laughed.

"Never before, never popular." The first day of the junior high school sighed.

"Yeah." Yan Hang twisted the bottle and sprinkled some pepper on his plate.

"Why? Not live, broadcast?" asked again on the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang didn't speak. After a while, he put down the bottle and took a sip of the noodles before he said, "I'm afraid my little sister will ask me where that handsome guy is."

The hand of the first day of the junior high school shook slightly, and he lowered his head and took two big mouthfuls.

"Slow down," Yan Hang said, "Are you afraid I will rob you?"

"Now, it can be broadcast live," said the first day of junior high school, a little embarrassed, but still said the words, not knowing why he had such a big face, "The handsome guy is here, here."

Yan Hang looked at him.

After a while, I laughed, and turned to the TV to keep laughing.

"Don't laugh," he became even more embarrassed on the first day of junior high school, "I want to help you find an opportunity to make money."

After saying this, Yan Hang laughed even harder.

"Hey," the first day of the junior high school sighed, and Yan Hang didn't stop after waiting for a long time, so he had to put down his chopsticks and look at Yan Hang, "Smile, don't be polite, just laugh."

Yan Hang turned his head and smiled at him again, then suddenly picked up his phone and took a photo of him.

"Let's shoot," Chu nodded, "No charge."

Yan Hang looked down at the phone, after a while he finally stopped laughing, poked the screen a few times, and then turned to face him.

On the first day of the junior high school, I went over to take a look.

Yan Hang posted his photo on Weibo, but put a code on his eyes, and the coded pattern should be carefully selected - "super rich".

"Why do you type, code?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Keep a sense of mystery and see if the girls can still recognize you." Yan Hang said.

"Let me see, read the comments." On the first day of the junior high school, I wanted to click on the screen.

Yan Hang put the phone back, looked at him and smiled: "Use your own phone to watch, don't you pay attention to me?"

"I..." Chu Yi rubbed his nose and smiled.

"What's your nickname?" Yan Hang asked.

"Keep a sense of mystery." The first day of the junior high school bowed his head and continued to eat noodles.

Yan Hang had to go to work. Although he was very reluctant on the first day of the junior high school, he still went out with him.

When passing by the flower garden, Yan Hang pulled him over, and he finally saw clearly the little hedgehog from last night, huddled in the grass, with a small pile of diced apples in front of him.

"Who, hello?" Chu asked in a low voice.

"The security guard," Yan Hang said, "the security guard in front of Uncle Cui's building is very caring and even chats with it."

"Ah?" The first day of the junior high school smiled, "Can we talk, can we talk clearly?"

"Yes," Yan Hang looked at him, with a smile on his lips, "You can understand a little stutter, and it doesn't stutter, so it's definitely possible."

"You... don't... want to... bully, bully... bully... people..." Chu Yi dragged his voice.

"Go," Yan Hang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I can take a bus with you, you get off and change, and I will continue to make another two stops to the place."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, the news made him very happy, but immediately grabbed Yan Hang's arm, "Call! Phone! Yours!"

"Huh?" Yan Hang was taken aback.

"New number!" Chuyi said, "I almost forgot!!"

"I'll call you," Yan Hang smiled, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the first day of junior high school, "I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, I always thought you were here, so I didn't think about the phone call."

Yan Hang had a bus card and took him on the bus together.

"You don't want to take a taxi anymore?" Chuyi stood side by side with him, looking at the street outside the car window, and felt a strange and pleasant feeling.

"I won't take a taxi anymore, it's more...ordinary life," Yan Hang said softly, "I will walk over when there is no morning meeting."

Chuyi smiled and looked at his side face.

Yan Hang has changed in some places. Although it is not obvious, he can still feel it.

"Military training tomorrow?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, collar and clothes today," Chu Yi said, "I'll take a picture for you, look, beautiful boy."

"Where's the face?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Here." Chu Yi pointed to his face.

"Handsome." Yan Hang nodded.

I laughed for a long time on the first day of junior high school.

It seems that I haven't laughed like this for a long time, happy.

When he got off the bus, he stood at the station and looked away after watching the car disappear.

The car to school came, and he squeezed into the car with the people around him. This bus had a long route and a little more people, but the feeling of being close to others did not affect the mood of the first year of junior high school.

I just feel that this strange city and these strange people around me have become kinder.

Back at school, there are still new students arriving one after another on campus, as well as seniors who have started classes. The first year of junior high school is caught in the middle, and there will still be some nervousness and discomfort, but the pace is still brisk.

But when going upstairs to the dormitory, the atmosphere changed. There were many people standing in the corridor, some of them were shirtless, and some were carrying chairs in the dormitory.

On the first day of the junior high school, I stopped, not knowing what was going on.

"It's 403, I can't get out," someone over there swung a chair and slammed the door of the dormitory, "Your mother can't come out and slam the door!"

On the first day of the junior high school, I was taken aback.

His dormitory number is 403.

"If you have the ability to cause trouble! Don't you have the ability to handle it!" Someone shouted again.

On the first day of junior high school, I took a closer look. Except for the three people carrying chairs near the door of their dormitory, everyone else should have come out of the dormitory next door to watch the excitement.

Who caused trouble in their dormitory?

Li Ziqiang?

Zhang Qiang?

Apart from these two, neither Hu Biao nor Su Bin seem like troublemakers, or are they among the newcomers?

In the current situation, the first day of junior high school didn't know whether to go over or avoid it.

In his previous school, although there were people who would bully him, the school itself had very strict management, so openly fighting in the dormitory would never happen.

He never thought that such a thing would happen before the military training had even started.

Just as he was hesitating, there was movement over there. The door of the dormitory seemed to be opened, and it seemed to be closed again. It should be that someone inside was about to open it, and someone was blocking it.

"Fuck!" The people outside took advantage of the opening of the door and slammed into it, followed by several people into the dormitory.

People in the corridor immediately rushed over to watch the fun.

"None of my business!" someone shouted, "I opened the door! Let me out!"

On the first day of the junior high school, I heard that it was Su Bin's voice.

Then there was Li Ziqiang's voice yelling: "Go away, you fucking bastard!"

After going down, I heard clanging, which seemed to be a fight.

On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated for about a second, then rushed over to the dormitory.

When he rushed to the door, he happened to see Su Bin squeezed out of the crowd impatiently.

"Hold it for me." On the first day of the junior high school, he took out the mobile phone in his pocket and handed it to Su Bin.

Su Bin took the phone, glanced at him, and opened his mouth probably to speak, but ignored him on the first day of the junior high school, and pushed people away and squeezed into the dormitory.

In the dormitory, three pairs of three were fighting together. I don't know if it was for the sake of fairness, the chairs brought in were thrown on the ground and not used.

Several people were fighting hand-to-hand while swinging their fists.

On the ground next to him was Hu Biao, who was holding his head.

Hu Biao didn't fight melee, so who else was fighting melee?

Seeing the first day of the junior high school coming in, Hu Biao shouted under his voice: "Why did you come in, get out!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't care about him and jumped on him.

He is afraid of fighting. Although he has beaten Liang Bing twice, he has also practiced boxing for a year, and the number of times he was fooled by Coach He into fighting people on stage is already countless, but seeing such a scene he is will be afraid.

Perhaps it was the shadow brought about by being surrounded by people again and again since he was a child, he was particularly afraid.

So he jumped on it.

Li Ziqiang's combat effectiveness was not bad, and he could carry it a few times with others. Zhang Qiang was obviously at a disadvantage and was pushed to the ground with his knees.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he grabbed the arm of the man on Zhang Qiang's body and swung it fiercely, and the man was thrown to the ground by him.

As soon as the man remembered it, he kicked his head behind his knee on the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, and the man was immediately thrown to the ground again.

Three times in a row, he failed to stand up.

Zhang Qiang took the opportunity to get up from the ground and was about to kick the man, Chu Yi pushed him in the chest.

He wanted to yell twice to tell these people to stop, but he really didn't have the courage to speak out in front of a group of people, which was also a nightmare deep in his memory.

So he could only point to Zhang Qiang, and said in a low voice, "Stay here!"

The one who fell down three times in a row still wanted to move, and pointed at him again on the first day of the junior high school. He really didn't know what else to say, and was afraid that his stuttering would affect the effect when he spoke, so he just pointed.

Seeing that the two didn't move for a while, they hurried to pull Li Ziqiang's pair again on the first day of the junior high school.

That person should have picked the head just now. Right now, he was punching Li Ziqiang in the face. He moved forward at the same time as he was punching, and hit his wrist with a punch. Then he retracted his hand and moved his elbow There was a thud on his chest.

Fortunately, he is tall!

Otherwise, your elbows won't be able to reach someone's chest!

The man was hit for a moment, stunned, and immediately punched Chu Yi again.

This kind of punch was like a random move for the first day of the junior high school. He dodged it, and then made a hook. It wasn't too hard, but when it hit the man's chin, he still tilted his head and stepped back. took two steps.

"Stand!" Chuyi stared at him, then pushed Li Ziqiang aside, and Li Ziqiang sat down on the bed.

The scene was very embarrassing.

There was a group of stunned onlookers at the door, and the four people in the room stopped, all staring at him.

He couldn't say another word, he just felt his whole body was stiff, and wanted to jump out of the window to escape.

But the third person behind him didn't intend to give him this chance, and suddenly picked up a piece of wood that he didn't know where he had removed it, and was about to smash it at him.

"Fuck!" Li Ziqiang roared and jumped up from the bed.

On the first day of the junior high school, it was almost a conditioned reflex, and raised his hand to support the man's arm that was swinging down, then stroked it along, and grabbed his wrist.

Then press and twist.

Uncle Yan taught him, and it is said that Yan Hang has never been able to do it well.

that move.

For the first time, he used all the moves.

but.

But he failed to surprise everyone as he imagined.

He probably liked Yan Hang too much and was infected.

The wooden stick in this person's hand didn't fall off in response to the pinch, and he didn't even move.

This is quite embarrassing, even more embarrassing than before.

The two of them stared at each other as if the TV series had ended, as if they were waiting for the preview of the next episode.

The man froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and began to forcefully press down on his arm.

On the first day of junior high school, I thought he was probably stupid, and it was meaningless to press down like this.

After he had exerted enough strength, Chu Yi suddenly relaxed, followed the inertia of swiping his arm down, pressed down, then twisted his arm behind his back, and lifted it up again.

The man turned back 180 degrees and hit the table face down.

Pressing him on the first day of the lunar new year, he turned his head and looked at the few people in the room.

It's time to say something.

Hello students, my name is Chuyi, I hope everyone has something to say.

Is it inappropriate for everyone to fight like this when they just met each other?

……

"Is it over?" he said.