A Lucky Coin

As expected of a local dog, the first year of junior high school dog, the boss of auto repair, who can do [-] push-ups without lying down on the spot vs. six.

Yan Hang looked at his hand and felt that his hand would be crushed by the first day of junior high school in just one minute.

He really hadn't noticed that he was so aggressive in the first day of junior high school.

"Brother Dog," Yan Hang looked at him, "Let's discuss something."

"Let's play." Chuyi firmly squeezed his hand.

Yan Hang felt that there was something particularly likable about the first day of junior high school, that is, these words of his conditioned reflex, no matter when he was nervous or uncomfortable, he would always appear at the first time with a god-like reaction speed.

"Can we pinch it lightly?" Yan Hang said, "The bones in the hand are quite thin, and if you squeeze harder, it will definitely break, really."

"...Ah!" Chuyi let go of his hand as if he suddenly woke up from sleep.

"I'll definitely get a piece of purple tomorrow." Yan Hang shook his hand.

"Jiao, flowers." Chu Yi said.

"How about I pinch you twice?" Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "See if you are strong."

At the moment of the first day of junior high school, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Yan Hang thought he had dreamed about what happened a year ago, so he immediately comforted him, and changed the subject carefully and quickly.

Obviously Yan Hang was much more uncomfortable than him. After all, it was certain that Uncle Yan was seriously injured, and the relationship between the father and son was very deep.

Yan Hang, who couldn't recover for such a long time after the accident, was comforting him now.

He was very uncomfortable and very distressed.

He still clearly remembers Yan Hang's hoarse voice and exhausted state at that time.

"That..." He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say for a while, he just wanted to give Yan Hang a quick response, let Yan Hang know that he was fine, he was on Yan Hang's wrist I pinched it, "I pinched it that day, I pinched people's hands, but I didn't pinch it."

"Failed to be handsome?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Didn't you, didn't succeed, did you succeed?"

"Who said that?" Yan Hang took a steel forge and put it in his hand, "Hurry up."

On the first day of the junior high school, he clenched the steel forge in his hand.

Yan Hang stretched out his hand, pinched his forearm first, and then slid his fingers all the way down to his wrist. Before he could recover from the comfortable feeling like being massaged, Yan Hang's fingers suddenly Wrong pinch on his wrist.

He suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist. Although he still wanted to resist hard, his fingers had already started to weaken, and he betrayed immediately.

He watched as Yan Hang easily pushed his fingers away one by one, and then squeezed his wrist and turned it down. The steel jumper in his hand fell to the ground.

"How about it, brother dog?" Yan Hang let go of his hand, picked up the steel coin and put it back in his hand, "Are you convinced?"

"Have you practiced?" On the first day of junior high school, he was a little surprised. He clearly remembered that Uncle Yan had said that Yan Hang had never mastered this move well, and he failed every time.

"I have lived in seclusion here for nearly a year," Yan Hang said, "my internal strength has increased greatly, and now I have practiced this trick to [-]%..."

The first day of junior high school couldn't help laughing: "It's so cute, cute move, teach me the move quickly, teach me."

"Go and realize it yourself," Yan Hang said, "Teach the disciples to starve to death the master."

The two stared at the sea in silence for a while, Yan Hang stood up and stretched: "Have you seen enough, do you want to go over and lick it?"

"No, no need," Chuyi smiled, "If you want to lick, I will accompany you."

"Send you back?" Yan Hang turned back and pulled his hair, "Are you going to get up early tomorrow? Isn't it time for class?"

"The day after tomorrow." Chu Yi said.

"You..." Yan Hang looked at him, "Do you want to go back to the dormitory?"

Although there was a moment of hesitation, but at most one second later, the first day of junior high school quickly replied: "No."

"I don't need to ask you." Yan Hang smiled.

"Every night in the dormitory, I play games every day," the first day of the junior high school sighed, "I can't play, I understand, I don't know what they are playing, what are they playing, no, meaning."

"Poor boy," Yan Hang looked at him, "You don't even know any games?"

"Well," said the first day of the junior high school, "just open it, open black, I don't understand."

"Do you want me to teach you?" Yan Hang asked.

"I know you, you will definitely," Chu Yi laughed, thought for a while and looked up at him, a little worried, "Do you want to spend money?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't spend..." Yan Hang was interrupted by the first day of the junior high school before he could finish speaking.

"Forget it, forget it." The first day of junior high school was a little depressed, "Broken game, the game still costs money."

"I mean it doesn't matter if you don't spend it," Yan Hang said, "Chu Grandet One."

"If you can spend money on a game, if you don't spend money on the game, you will definitely not be able to play it." Although I only played Snake in the first day of junior high school, I still have these concepts.

"Then do you still want me to teach you?" Yan Hang asked.

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

"Then talk about such nonsense," Yan Hang looked at the phone, "Let's go, and help you install the game first when you go back."

The feeling of going home with Yan Hang makes the first day of junior high school feel very comfortable every time. It is hard to tell whether it is practical or happy.

In a strange city, there is a place to go.

One important person, one destination.

No matter how much embarrassment he had before the first day of junior high school, he still enjoyed this journey.

The security guard has a good memory, and this is the second time he came here on the first day of junior high school, but he can already recognize it.

"Brother is here?" The security guard greeted Yan Hang with a smile.

"Well, come and play." Yan Hang smiled.

When he was about to go downstairs, the first day of the junior high school came to his senses: "Brother?"

"Well, brother," Yan Hang nodded, "I told him."

"Why younger brother? Not friend, friend?" Asked on the first day of junior high school, for some reason, he seemed to want to hear the word friend more, as if it was an obsession.

"Brother, listen to be closer," Yan Hang said, "Generally, if you are not familiar with me, you will introduce this as my friend. If you say this is my brother, the feeling will be different."

Chu Yi smiled, Yan Hang's answer suddenly made him feel warm.

When he walked downstairs, Chu Yi saw the little hedgehog at a glance, lying in the grass by the roadside, with a few pieces of broken apples in front of him as usual.

"The food is really good." The first day of the junior high school squatted next to the little hedgehog.

"I have grapes and oranges," Yan Hang said, "It's a big basket, and it's all yours."

"Okay." Chu Yi said.

After going upstairs and entering the house, Chuyi saw a big basket on the coffee table at a glance. It was really a whole basket of grapes and oranges.

"Buy this, so many, can you eat it?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Uncle Cui brought it," Yan Hang said, "I don't know who gave it to him. He almost got diabetes from drinking juice every day, so he forced a lot of it to me."

"I'm going to wash it." On the first day of the junior high school, he went into the kitchen and took out a small fruit basket, and put a few bunches of grapes in it, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat..." Yan Hang flopped down on the sofa, "Bring your phone, I'll install the game for you first."

Chu unlocked his mobile phone and handed it to him, and went into the kitchen with a small fruit basket in his hand.

Halfway through the wash, he heard his cell phone ring, which was a WeChat notification.

He was a little surprised. Although he didn't have only one friend on WeChat like Yan Hang, even if he filled up his friends, under normal circumstances, no one else would send him messages except Yan Hang.

Maybe a classmate in the dormitory.

"Yo!" Yan Hang shouted in the living room, "Yo yo."

"Cheek," he responded, "grapes and oranges, a set."

"Who is this girl?" Yan Hang took his mobile phone to the door of the kitchen and shook it at him, "I can see the content."

"What girl, mother?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Beikeer," Yan Hang looked at the phone and read, "Handsome guy, is your military training over yet?"

"Shell?" The first day of the junior high school still didn't respond.

"The acting skills are not bad." Yan Hang smiled.

"Ah!" When I took my phone back to take a look in the first day of junior high school, I remembered who Keike was, "I met at the train station to pick up the ticket. She helped me pick up the ticket."

"Earth Dog," Yan Hang said with emotion, "I really admire you when it comes to flirting with girls."

"I don't! Fuck!" Chuyi sighed, "I don't, I won't change, magic."

"I can change and I haven't flirted with it." Yan Hang laughed.

"Then you should reflect, reflect on it." Chuyi said.

"Someone is looking for you, hurry up and reply to them," Yan Hang held the phone, "I'll help you answer, you can tell."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and it took a while before he spoke again: "Say it!"

"Say, it's over." Chu Yi looked back at him.

Yan Hang froze for a moment, then gave him a thumbs up: "Bull."

-Um.

Yan Hang helped the first day of junior high school to return the message to Bei Ke'er. Since the reply on the first day of junior high school was too simple, he was afraid of the little girl's embarrassment, so he made the decision without authorization and added an extra period.

- Do you have time this weekend?

Shell immediately sent another one.

"People asked you if you are free this weekend," Yan Hang shouted into the kitchen, "Are you free, Brother Gou."

"No." Chuyi replied.

- I have something to do this weekend.

-ah, so disappointed. . .

"I don't care," Yan Hang put the phone on the coffee table, "I still have to translate from Chinese to Chinese for you, it's too strenuous, you can go back later by yourself."

On the first day of the junior high school, she came out with the washed fruit, squeezed a grape, and looked at her phone while eating: "No, didn't you say, it's over?"

"...Do you think this is the end?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ah." Chu Yi also looked at him.

"As expected of Brother Gou," Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa, "Three sentences will kill the world."

"Then what should I do, how should I answer?" Chuyi sat next to him, took the phone and looked down, "I didn't either, I talked to someone else."

"I don't know either," Yan Hang sighed, "I've never talked to people like this before."

"Let's reflect together, let's reflect," Chu put the phone back on the coffee table, "Is the game installed, yet?"

"It's ready, you go online first, I am the little brother Xingtian," Yan Hang took a grape, "You should get familiar with the novice tutorial first."

"Oh," staring at the screen in the first day of junior high school, for a person who has only played Snake before, the interface of this game is so complicated that he doesn't know where to look, "I have to think first, think of a name, Character."

Yan Hang smiled: "Well, what's the name?"

"Earth dog," said Chu Yi, the system reminded him that his name was repeated, "This name still exists, someone snatched it?"

"Just add an underline." Yan Hang said.

"No." On the first day of junior high school, he felt that the underscore was too hasty. In case he became so powerful in the future, people would call him the underscore. How ugly, he thought about it, and re-entered the name.

Dogs are fierce.

It's a very good name.

Then he started his novice journey by himself. Yan Hang touched the book and leaned on the sofa to flip through it.

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, the system prompted him to play ranked.

He was a little confused. He raised his head and was about to ask Yan Hang, but found that Yan Hang was very absorbed in reading, biting up and down with a pen in his mouth, and staring at the book.

With Yan Hang in this state, he didn't dare to disturb him.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Yan Hang raised his eyes: "How is it?"

"I said I can play volleyball, so I'm ranked," Chu Yi said, "Would you take me to play?"

"...I can't take it now," Yan Hang smiled, "I can't take you with diamonds."

"Wait, level?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "You..."

"No more." The first day of the junior high school simply quit the game.

Sitting face to face with little brother Xingtian can't even play together, what a fart.

If he had known this was the case, he would not have asked Yan Hang to help him install the game. Before, he thought that Yan Hang would take him with him, and then he could play with the people in the dormitory.

In the end, I didn't expect that I had to struggle first after tossing for a long time. I was dazzled and suffered a lot, and the only support is now lost.

The earth dog was very upset.

"Why don't you play with my account?" Yan Hang asked.

"Don't play anymore." On the first day of junior high school, he insisted on his decision, the stubbornness of the dog and the dog.

"Okay," Yan Hang laughed, "Then do you watch TV or play on the computer?"

"Watch TV." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang threw the remote control to him.

In fact, for many people, playing on the computer should be more interesting, but they basically never played it in the first grade of junior high school. It is very good for him to have a mobile phone. Now let him hold the computer, and he does not know what to do.

TV is much more familiar. Grandma and mother stare at TV every night, no matter what is on TV, they can watch it all night without changing the channel.

He randomly found a station and watched people introduce delicacies from all over the world.

But Yu Guang stayed at Yan Hang's side.

After watching for a while, he heard a low voice.

"Huh?" He turned his head.

"Look at you," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm practicing."

On the first day of the junior high school, he rubbed against him and continued to watch the TV. He could hear that Yan Hang was speaking English in a low voice, probably trying to translate along with the TV.

He didn't make another sound, listening to Yan Hang's voice quietly.

Very comfortable feeling.

Yan Hang's deep and slightly broken moan, when it reached his ears, it was like someone was gently massaging his scalp, and waves of itchy sensations crawled from behind his ears to his shoulders and back.

Not long after, I felt sleepy on the first day of junior high school and slowly closed my eyes.

It wasn't until Yan Hang flicked on his forehead that he woke up suddenly and sat up straight: "Huh?"

"Take a shower and sleep," Yan Hang said, "I feel like you're almost dreaming."

On the first day of junior high school, he was startled. He is very sensitive to the word dreaming now, and when he hears it, he will be embarrassed and very nervous.

"I said, are you talking in your sleep?" He asked.

"I didn't say anything," Yan Hang smiled, "I just hummed twice."

"Hmph what's the matter?" He hurriedly chased after him.

"I can't understand it," Yan Hang said, "You find a pig to listen to it, and it's almost the same effect."

"Oh." Chu Yi rubbed his face.

After taking a shower, he changed into the clothes he put here last time, maybe the same laundry detergent was used, and he could smell a familiar smell on his clothes.

He lay on the bed, looking at the red night sky outside the window.

"Why don't you throw a few sets of clothes here," Yan Hang went into the bedroom after taking a shower, "it's convenient for changing."

"I only have a few sets of clothes in total." Chu Yi said.

"Yeah, I forgot you're a stingy guy," Yan Hang smiled, and lay down next to him, "Have you turned off the lights?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Yan Hang turned off the lights, and as the darkness spread around, everything became quiet.

Closing his eyes on the first day of the lunar new year, he heard Yan Hang's cell phone beep lightly.

"There is news." He reminded Yan Hang.

"It's the alarm clock." Yan Hang said.

"It's not fart yet, it's loud, what can you do?" I was a little confused on the first day of junior high school.

And what is the purpose of setting an alarm clock in the middle of the night?

"This is my sleep notification sound," Yan Hang said, "It means that now is the deadline for me to fall asleep."

"Then now, you can sleep if you sleep, can you sleep?" The first day of the junior high school knew that Yan Hang would suffer from insomnia from time to time.

"Not necessarily, it's just a psychological hint." Yan Hang smiled.

The first day of the junior high school frowned. If Yan Hang suffered from insomnia tonight, he might be the culprit because of the "Uncle Yan" he blurted out.

Hearing Yan Hang turn over gently beside him, Chuyi gritted his teeth, turned to face him, and lightly touched his arm: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded softly.

"Are you dreaming?" he asked.

"...Are you a fool?" Yan Hang smiled, "Who can not dream."

"That is, do you dream, dream of people?" Chu asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "There are a lot of people."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "You have, no dream, have you ever dreamed of... me?"

Yan Hang didn't speak, and after a while, he heard him smile: "What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't, I didn't have a dream, to Uncle Yan," Chu Yi said, "I only dreamed about you."

"Ah," Yan Hang turned over and lay face to face with him, "What did you dream about me?"

"Do push-ups, push-ups." On the first day of junior high school, I remembered the situation in my dream again.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and after a few seconds he laughed out loud.

While having fun, he patted Chu Yi a few times: "Do you do push-ups? How many did you do?"

"Counting, it's messed up," said the first day of the junior high school, "I haven't counted all the time, I understand."

Yan Hang was still laughing, and he could feel the mattress trembling from his laughter in the first day of junior high school.

"Yes, but not strict, be more serious." He said.

"How serious do you make me be on this topic?" Yan Hang stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, "Are you still embarrassed by just such a dream?"

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school responded, not knowing what to say, "You are naked, shirtless."

Yan Hang laughed even harder: "Have you never seen me shirtless, so you are so shocked?"

"Yes." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang's words suddenly made him relax.

Yes, isn't it just a dream that Yan Hang is shirtless doing push-ups? Maybe it's because he has never seen Yan Hang shirtless, so he feels embarrassed and embarrassed.

On the first day of junior high school, he breathed a sigh of relief. His bewilderment and helplessness for the past week were broken up by Yan Hang's words.

He followed Yan Hang and laughed.

"Come on," Yan Hang probably couldn't fall asleep, so he became more energetic with such a smile, so he simply sat up, reached out and turned on the light, "Let you see what a good figure is."

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't have time to react, so I saw him take off his shirt with a wave of his hand.

"See?" Yan Hang raised his chin at him, "Brother Xingtian's abdominal muscles."

Chu opened his mouth, his mind was buzzing, he didn't know whether to direct his eyes to look at the abdominal muscles first, or to sigh with emotion that a person like Yan Hang would have such childish behavior.

"I have it too." In the chaos of the first day of the junior high school, he randomly picked out a sentence, "Do you see it?"

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "Does the little dog have abdominal muscles?"

"Let you open, open your eyes." I didn't know what was wrong with me on the first day of the junior high school, so I sat up, took off my shirt, and patted my belly, "Wei, Wei An?"

"Very stalwart," Yan Hang reached out and patted his belly, "It's quite strong, it's really not the little dirt dog back then, you can call it brother dog and don't need to make up for it."

After the two of them got dressed and lay back on the bed, they suddenly felt embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school. They stared in the dark, feeling that their blush could penetrate the darkness.

Accidentally infected Yan Hang into a fool, and ruined the reputation of the earth dog...

"Hey, give me a smile," Yan Hang sighed, "Hurry up and sleep, I have to deal with annoying ghosts tomorrow."

"Good night." Chu Yi said.

"Good night." Yan Hang replied.

This night, on the first day of the junior high school, he didn't sleep well. Although he didn't dream, he felt that he knew every time Yan Hang turned over.

But when Yan Hang put his arms and legs on him, he didn't know.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt that Yan Hang probably regarded him as a pillow.

He felt that he should be embarrassed, but unexpectedly, he didn't. He just felt very comfortable, just like the comfort he felt when Yan Hang grabbed his hair and flicked his forehead as a child.

He wanted to touch his phone to check what time it was, but he didn't dare to move it. With Yan Hang's sleep quality, it might not be easy to fall asleep. He wanted Yan Hang to wake up by himself.

It wasn't until he felt that the skin where the two of them were sticking together began to sweat, that Yan Hang finally moved and turned over.

He took a look at his phone, it was still early.

"Are you awake?" Yan Hang asked next to him, "It's still early, my alarm clock didn't go off."

Just as he finished speaking, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.

"It rang." Chu Yi said.

"It's not an alarm clock," Yan Hang yawned, took the phone and looked at it, "It's a phone."

There was no phone number displayed on the phone, only the words "private number". After being stunned for two seconds, Yan Hang felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up.

"Which one?" His hands shook violently when he picked up the phone.

There was no sound from the phone.

"Hello?" Yan Hang glanced at the screen again, and it was connected.

There was still silence over there, not even noise or electric current, Yan Hang frowned.

Then quickly hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yi sat up and looked at him.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I made a wrong estimate."

Before answering the phone, he thought it might be from his father, but now he can be sure that the person on the other end of the phone is definitely not his father.

Although Dad is always upright, he will never make fun of such things at this time.