A Lucky Coin

"You didn't wake up when you went to get this thing, did you?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "Yan Jidao? How can I use this? Why don't you write about the Northern Song Dynasty on your birthday? Why don't you just stay here Just print two more characters on it."

"What word?" Dad asked with great interest while eating.

"False certificate." Yan Hang said.

Dad ate the last mouthful of noodles while laughing, leaned back on the sofa and laughed for a while: "Our prince, after all, he has been to elementary school..."

"I'll take a look at yours." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"My what?" Dad asked.

"You do two ID cards every time, and yours must be done too." Yan Hang put down his phone and walked up to him, "Take it out and let me see."

"Hey!" Dad sighed, and took out his own card from his pocket.

Yan Hang saw the name on it at a glance.

Yan Shu.

He couldn't help cursing: "Shameless."

"What's wrong? Are you not allowed to use it?" Dad picked up the remote control and changed the station, and put his legs on the coffee table.

"I want to change with you, Yan Shu sounds nicer," Yan Hang said, "Your name is Yan Jidao."

"No, it can't be changed." Dad shook his head.

"Why!" Yan Hang said.

"Yan Shu is Yan Jidao's father!" Dad glanced at him, "Illiterate!"

"...No, are you going to make a false certificate and still rely on historical facts?" Yan Hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn't know what to say. He sat back in his chair and asked after a while, "Is Yan Shu really Yan Jidao's father?" ?”

"Yeah, let me tell you something?" Dad said.

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

"Yan Jidao, he is the seventh son of Yan Shu," Dad said with a serious face, "Seven children, you know?"

"Ah." Yan Hang looked at him.

"He has six other children. The eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, and the third is Yan Sandao," Dad counted.

Yan Hang opened his mouth but said nothing.

"Afterwards, I became confused and couldn't remember the time." Dad patted his leg, "It was Yan Jidao, remember?"

Yan Hang nodded: "I almost believed it."

"Okay, get out of class is over." Dad waved.

Yan Hang stretched and stood up: "I'm going to lie down for a while."

"Go ahead," Dad said, "get up and talk to me when you can't sleep."

"No, you sleep with you." Yan Hang went into the toilet.

Dad looked a little tired. He probably hadn't slept in the past two days. For Yan Hang, sleep was a very precious thing.

He runs every night, one is that he likes to run, and the other is that he sleeps well when he is tired from running.

But today, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn't feel sleepy at all in bed.

Dad went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan Hang was very envious of his dad. He could fall asleep when he said he could sleep, and wake up when he said he could wake up.

After lying down until his back was numb, he turned over, picked up his phone and looked at it, it was three o'clock.

Or take medicine.

Yan Hang turned over again, touched the small table at the top of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.

Forget it and try harder.

Dad was worried before: "You should control this medicine and don't take it all the time, or you will lose an option to commit suicide in the future."

Yan Hang closed his eyes and smiled for a while.

In the first day of junior high school, he held his chin, although the teacher kept tapping on the blackboard to give lectures, but his gaze never moved, and most of the class time had passed on a tree outside the window.

The teacher doesn't care about him. He doesn't sleep, talk, or move. It doesn't affect other students. He is just in a daze. The teacher may not be able to see him.

Especially the English teacher who is standing on the podium now, he can't even call out his name.

Thinking of English, Chu looked away from the tree for a few seconds, and glanced at the blackboard. The strings of English made him dizzy.

But they don't look as high as those in Yan Hang's circle of friends.

Probably because there are more words that I don't know.

This is the last class, and there are still a few minutes left.

Today, he planned to stand at the door of the teacher's office for a while, and then go home after Li Zihao and the others left.

Yan Hang is too powerful, they should not be able to find trouble with Yan Hang, usually they are looking for trouble with him at such times.

On the first day of the junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair, wanting to tidy up the books in the drawer first, but as soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a tingling pain. He was startled and straightened his back suddenly.

There were a few low laughter from behind.

It should be a thumbtack. He is very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn't look back in the first day of junior high school, and he didn't touch the chair or his back, but just lay down on the table.

There can be no reaction at this point, any reaction that grabs their attention will keep things going.

It's best if you can hide.

He told Shudong about this little wish, and he has not obtained this ability for many years.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the people in the classroom got up quickly and rushed to the door. They were all hungry at the moment, and most of them were in a hurry to go home or go to the door to eat.

When a few people passed by him, they slapped him on the head a few times. They ignored him on the first day of the junior high school, put the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.

Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.

Sure enough, a thumbtack was taped in there.

At first, a thumbtack was pulled out and pressed against the iron pipe of the chair, bent the nail and threw it into the drawer.

When I left the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher's office, the road was blocked by someone.

"Where's your boss?" Li Zihao asked.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he didn't make a sound, didn't look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.

"Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao's good buddy blocked his way back.

He sighed and stood still.

"Let's go home together." Li Zihao pushed him towards the school gate.

Although he was not very willing in the first day of junior high school, they were still taken all the way to the school gate by a few of them.

He didn't care much about what happened next, but today he was planning to go to the stationery store to buy a notebook.

It seems that there is no chance.

"Aren't you arrogant?" Li Zihao pushed him after leaving the school.

On the first day of junior high school, I want to say that I am not arrogant. When have I been arrogant? Isn't it Yan Hang who is very arrogant... Li Zihao is really not a boss material, and he can't even find the right target.

Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "Didn't your boss say that you want to cover up..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a whistle from the front.

This clear whistle sound is very familiar. Except for Yan Hang, I have never heard anyone around me whistle so cleanly in the first day of the junior high school.

Li Zihao was about the same as him, he stopped when he heard the whistle.

On the first day of the lunar new year, I looked up and saw a person sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.

Sweatpants, mask, elbows on legs, looking this way with his head tilted, the mobile phone in his hand is facing this side.

"Fuck." Li Zihao expressed his depression in one word.

On the first day of junior high school, he was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether Yan Hang appeared here to "cover him", or just to shoot a video or broadcast it live.

After all, he has almost no experience of being "rescued".

It was so stalemate, until Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket and tilted his head slightly at him, then he bowed his head and walked over quickly.

Yan Hang jumped off the railing, turned around and walked straight forward without saying anything.

On the first day of the junior high school, he bowed his head and followed behind him.

Walking all the way to the intersection, when Yan Hang was thinking about whether to bring Chu Yi to the noodle shop that he went to with his father that day, Chu Yi said behind him: "This, this way."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked back at him.

"I'll go, this way," Chu Yi pointed to the right side of the road, which was opposite to his home direction, "thank you."

Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan Hang couldn't understand what the first day of the junior high school said. He pointed to himself: "Where are you going, what about me?"

"Go back, home." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang stared at him, and it took several seconds before he said: "Do you believe that I'm going to beat you right now?"

On the first day of the first day of the junior high school, I saw him and didn't speak.

"...Why are you going there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of the junior high school replied.

"Pen and notebook?" Yan Hang was stunned, almost speechless. After a while, he waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll go with you."

"Notes, Ben." The first day of the junior high school said again.

"Ah!" Yan Hang raised his head and shouted, then sighed again, "Got it, it's a notebook without a pen."

"En." Chu nodded.

Every time he arrives at a new place, Yan Hang will be bored for a few days, not knowing what to do to pass the time.

But he will take care of the business of the first year of junior high school, he will come here to wait for the first day of junior high school after school, and he will endure the occasional irritability in the first year of junior high school, not all because of boredom.

Dad has always hoped that he can "contact" more people. He always answers that he can contact many people by working part-time. In fact, he is very clear why Dad said that.

He has no friends.

But ignoring the internal reasons, he doesn't seem to have the conditions to make friends. Dad knows this, so he just mentions it every time, and doesn't say more after that.

The first day of junior high school was regarded as the most interesting among the few people he came into contact with in the past two years besides his fellow workers and landlords.

The first day of the junior high school took him to the door of a small stationery store, stopped and looked at him: "That's right here."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I'll wait for you outside, you can treat me to dinner later."

"I don't have any money." Chu Yi said.

"You can eat a bowl of noodles for ten yuan." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." The first day of the junior high school answered, turned and entered the shop.

Yan Hang looked into the store. There was a stool next to the cashier. He went over and took the stool out, and sat at the door to enjoy the scenery.

The boss poked his head out of the shop to look at him, and he glanced at the boss: "Huh?"

The boss didn't speak, and went back to the store.

Stationery stores should be regarded as hell for people with difficult choices. I don’t know if they have this disease in the first day of junior high school, but it should take a while.

Yan Hang took out his phone to check the news, but just as he turned on the screen, a figure stood beside him.

He looked up, and it turned out to be the first day of junior high school, holding a notebook that he had already bought in his hand.

"So fast?" Yan Hang was stunned, "It's not that you don't have choice difficulties, are you simply blind? Whichever book you go in counts."

"How about you," Chu Yi looked at him, "sit down, sit down for a while."

"...Is it because you are always bullied because of your mouth?" Yan Hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, thanked the boss, then came out and turned his head to Chu Yiyi, "Let's go, go eat .”

On the first day of the lunar new year, he didn't make a sound and continued to follow behind him.

Yan Hang said that asking the first day of junior high school to treat guests was just a casual joke. He planned to find a place to eat, and if the first day of junior high school wanted to, he would eat together.

Walking back in silence all the way, when I reached the door of the beef noodle shop, Chu Yi suddenly stopped.

"Noodles?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the junior high school, I dug out in my pocket, took out a double-folded ten-dollar note, and handed it over: "Here."

"Why?" Yan Hang was shocked.

"You eat, noodles." Chu Yi said.

"Are you watching?" Yan Hang asked.

"Go home." Chuyi said calmly.

Yan Hang looked at him for a while before asking, "Are you from Earth?"

"Fire, Mars," Chu Yi smiled, "Maybe... probably."

Yan Hang lost his temper, took the money in his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the store: "Ten yuan is not enough."

"Plain ones, ten, ten yuan." Said without even looking at it for the first time.

"...I can't live without meat." Yan Hang said.

After thinking about it on the first day of junior high school, he waved to him: "Come."

Yan Hang followed him, walked out of this small street and turned into an alley, and couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and walked a little further, raised his hand and pointed to a small shop next to him: "Look."

Yan Hang turned his head.

It's also a beef noodle shop, a bit older and smaller than the previous one. The cashier's counter is placed at the door, and it says 10 yuan for beef noodles.

"...Fuck me." Yan Hang was completely speechless.

"I mean, do you mean it, or not?" Chu Yi said, "Surprised..."

"Shut up." Yan Hang said.

When he was about to go to buy beef noodles on the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang reached out and grabbed his arm: "Classmate from the first year of junior high school."

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked back at him.

"I'm just kidding," Yan Hang said, "Keep, play, laugh."

"Ah?" The calm expression on the first day of junior high school has changed, and the tone is full of sudden realization, "Oh..."

"You go back." Yan Hang leaned back against a tree, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took one and put it in his mouth.

When he looked up, he found that Chu Yi was still looking at him.

"What are you looking at," Yan Hang said, "I'm overwhelmed."

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

"Thank you for what, if there is anything to thank, thank you twice." Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"No, you don't need to go again," Chu Yi said softly, "School."

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"There is still one, one and a half years," said the first day of the junior high school, "God, go every day, don't you?"

Yan Hang suddenly didn't know what to say.

Chuyi smiled, turned and left.

Yan Hang leaned under the tree and finished his cigarette before patting his clothes and walking back slowly.

What he said in the first day of junior high school made him feel a little uncomfortable.

When I got home, my dad was making dumplings.

"Come on, how did you make the goldfish dumplings last time?" Dad said.

Yan Hang went to wash his hands, sat down beside the coffee table, took a dumpling wrapper, wrapped a goldfish dumpling, and put it in front of his father.

"What? Didn't you go out and become an envoy of justice?" Dad looked at him, "Failed?"

"Ah," Yan Hang responded and smiled, "Yes."

Dad didn't speak, took a dumpling wrapper and imitated him to slowly wrap the goldfish.

"Old Yan," Yan Hang leaned on the chair and looked at him, touched the ten yuan in his pocket that he forgot to give back to the first day of junior high school, "You have seen the kind that can accept your life very calmly, and you don't have to worry about it at all. Unaffected people?"

"You." Dad said.

"I'm not calm," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I just don't seem to care."

"How do you know that others are not?" Dad smiled, "Who really has no thoughts in their hearts."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Are you looking for a job this morning?" Dad asked.

"Yes, with Yan Jidao's ID card." Yan Hang said.

"How?" Dad asked with a smile.

"Go to work tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "It's very close, just a coffee shop next to 846."

"So smooth, how do you say?" Dad asked.

"Let's just say that, I asked if they were recruiting, and they said what you can do, but I said I can cook all the food you eat here." Yan Hang said.

"Very well, what I want is this kind of shameless bragging," Dad nodded, "and then?"

"I was asked to make cheese soufflés, so I did," Yan Hang said, "Then the boss asked me if I wanted to go to the back kitchen?"

"If you say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

After a brief silence, he and his father had fun together, giggling for a long time.

"You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said happily.

"I'm only 17 years old," Yan Hang put his legs on the coffee table, "It's just pretending..."

Dad kicked his leg off the coffee table.

"Age." Yan Hang said.

When I came home on the first day of the junior high school, my grandparents and my mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother's face was very gloomy.

In his memory, his mother seldom smiled. Most of the time, she kept the corners of her mouth down. As she got older, when the nasolabial folds joined the corners of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.

"There are dumplings in the refrigerator, let's cook them." Seeing him coming in, my mother said.

"Yeah." On the first day of junior high school, he put down his notebook, put all the piles of shoes on the floor on the shoe rack, and then went into the kitchen.

"It's completely useless at the water station?" Grandpa asked.

"It is said that the news was given this month, but now the face is gone," my mother said, "What else can there be?"

On the first day of junior high school, I was boiling water in the kitchen and preparing dumplings, while listening to the movement in the living room.

My mother has been working at a water delivery station. Last month, the water station said that the business was not good and it took a half-month holiday. My mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. Now it sounds like it should be really yellow.

"Erping said to introduce you to a job, did you introduce it?" Grandma asked.

"Let me go to their kindergarten to work as a childcare worker," the mother said in a displeased voice, "Isn't this intentional to anger me! Is there such a thing!"

"She is a teacher, let you be a childcare worker?" Grandpa shouted, "What the hell!"

"Didn't she say that they are recruiting kindergarten teachers! Why does her family become childcare!" Grandma raised her voice in dissatisfaction, "It's obviously a bully!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he closed the kitchen door lightly, and stood by the stove looking at a pot of water in a daze.

The water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.

If I remember correctly, he bought this from the small supermarket opposite, at least three months ago.

He searched in the refrigerator and found that there were no other dumplings, and it was these two bags that his mother was talking about.

He had to take apart the two bags of dumplings and have a look. The dumplings were all stuck together.

He hesitated and opened the kitchen door and poked his head out: "The dumplings are very, very long."

"How long will it last! It's not broken," my mother frowned. "It's fine if you can eat it. What kind of son are you so particular about it? You have to go to your aunt's house."

On the first day of the lunar new year, without making a sound, he returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.

When the water boiled, he took out his mobile phone, communicated with the mobile phone with his mind for a long time, and sent an emoji in Moments.

【strong】