A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang leaned against the bed with his notebook in his arms, poking aimlessly at the local forum.

Since his father disappeared, he seems to have taken over his father's previous habits, and the transition has begun. After getting home from get off work every day, he will watch the local news while eating.

He is more advanced than his father, probably because he still reads the forum.

I don't know what I'm looking at.

It's like not knowing what Dad was watching before.

He only knows that if there is a real change, maybe someone casually said something or a word, and he can feel it.

In such a state, to be honest, he resisted a little.

He has been waiting for his father to appear, and he has always wanted to find any information related to his father, or catch any subtle omens in life.

But he is no longer what he used to be.

He will no longer follow others to run around smartly, and he will no longer only look at today, there are many things he needs to get rid of.

He will not give up on these things, but this state cannot appear again.

A year ago, when he saw the first year of junior high school, he would feel that this child sometimes made him anxious, and he carried everything in silence so that everything became the norm in life.

But now when he saw the first day of junior high school, he realized how powerful this kid is.

Only those who have tried will know how much courage and strength it takes to change and leave.

Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and checked the time, it was okay.

He called Mr. Luo, the psychiatrist that Cui Yi had introduced to him before.

Teacher Luo is a big sister. From her appearance to her temperament to her voice, she is very gentle and relaxing. Yan Hang quite likes her.

"Hello? Xiaoyan?" Teacher Luo answered the phone.

"It's me, Mr. Luo, good evening," Yan Hang said, "I want...to make an appointment with you to chat."

"Yes," Mr. Luo smiled, "Isn't there a lot of work pressure recently? I heard that you are a foreman?"

"Acting foreman," Yan Hang said, "The work is also quite annoying, but I can handle it, mainly because... I feel that I have begun to have the same emotions as before these days."

"It's normal for emotions to recur," Teacher Luo said calmly, "None of us can prevent certain emotions from appearing at all, right? Learning to control and channel them is the most important thing."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

"I have time for the three nights from today to the weekend, so come and have a chat, I'll wait for you," Teacher Luo said.

After talking on the phone with Mr. Luo, Yan Hang turned off his laptop, got up and went to the kitchen refrigerator to get a bottle of iced black tea.

After drinking half a bottle in one breath, I felt a little more comfortable.

In the evening, he is still an old habit. Apart from going to the gym with Cui Yi on time, he still goes for a run every day. It is a good time to run in the neighborhood and next to the neighborhood.

But today I'm a little tired and don't want to go out.

Originally there was Wang Qinqin, and there was a manager on duty at night. His workload was much less than before, but in the past two days, one has to adapt, and the other is that the manpower is relatively small. write a report.

Yan Hang is most worried about writing things, after all, he is illiterate.

Fortunately, Zhang Chen was there to help, at least he was a junior college student, and he helped to modify it before sending it to Manager Tang.

Tossing about these things in the past two days is more tiring than letting him order and serve food directly in the restaurant and clean up.

If he wasn't running, he had to do some exercise, and he looked at the dumbbells and ab wheels in the bookcase... do push-ups.

When he got down on the balcony and started doing push-ups, Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little.

He seldom does push-ups, and if he hadn't had a sudden cramp that day on the first day of junior high school, he wouldn't have thought of it at all.

He took out the mobile phone from his pocket and put it on the ground next to him, and glanced at it by the way, but no news came in.

After getting acquainted with the people in the dormitory in the first day of junior high school, I don’t need to hold my mobile phone to chat with him all night, just like the little hedgehog downstairs. The security guard said yesterday that he didn’t know where to find a small fruit to eat. It is not necessary to rely entirely on him to feed the diced apples, the security guard was a little disappointed when he said that.

Before the phone locked the screen, he glanced at the calendar, and there was a red circle on it.

It was his birthday.

Last year's birthday was spent with Cui Yi, or it wasn't spent together, just had a meal, just like when I was with my father before, and I didn't celebrate deliberately.

Even the presents are as out of place as those given by my father.

Cui Yi gave him a box of 18-color crayon sticks, but it said 24 colors on the box. Cui Yi said that he couldn't find 18-color crayons, but in order to match his age, he took six away.

Yan Hang thought his reason was simply great.

For this year's birthday, he wants to invite the first day of junior high school to accompany him. He has not celebrated his birthday with anyone, and he probably has not been invited by anyone on the first day of junior high school.

"Change the dressing," Zhou Chunyang took out the small medicine box and put it on the table, "Come change the dressing on the first day of the new year."

"Yeah." On the first day of the junior high school, he got down from the upper bunk, took off the gauze wrapped around his arm, and looked at the wound on Zhou Chunyang's forehead, "It hurts a lot, how long will it last, okay?"

"It's easy for me to say," Zhou Chunyang looked at his arm, "You may need some time for this."

"What the hell did you smash it with?" Li Ziqiang sat next to the first day of the junior high school and looked at his injury. "Why do I feel like there's a hole in it?"

"Probably a chamfering knife." Zhou Chunyang said.

"What is a chamfering knife?" Hu Biao asked with great interest.

"A tool," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, as if he didn't know what to say, "it's to drill a cone-shaped hole in the steel plate, and that's what it is."

"...What kind of thing?" Zhang Qiang also came over and looked at the injury on Chuyi's arm, "This is almost a vertebra-shaped pit."

"What kind..." Zhou Chunyang thought for a long time, "Just... a large Flammulina velutipes? It should look like that."

"Suddenly want to shabu-shabu, a pot of meat, put some Flammulina velutipes..." Wu Xu lay on the bed, touching his belly, "Am I going to grow up? I'm starving like crazy for a lunch box."

"I have a dream, but I think it's good, okay." Said the first day of the junior high school.

Wu Xu laughed: "You are not much taller than me, yet you can still laugh at me."

"I can laugh at one, one is one, one." Chu nodded.

Just after changing the medicine and re-wrapping the gauze, the mobile phone rang on the bed. On the first day of the junior high school, I hurriedly got up, jumped for a while without even stepping on the stairs, and went up directly by grabbing the railing of the upper bunk.

"Did you practice on the first day of junior high school?" Li Ziqiang said, "even monkeys can't escape you."

"No monkeys, just wait for news." Lying on the bed, the first day of the junior high school took a look at the phone.

It was sent by Yan Hang.

- do you have time on friday night

-I have time during class time, even more time when I am not in class

- Baba, can you say it out of your mouth?

- if you are patient enough i can tell

- i will see you at school on friday

- i just go out , you don ' t have to come over

-Our restaurant is going to do outreach training, I will contact you on Friday, it is at your school, by the way

-oh

In fact, he didn't know what outward training was in the first day of junior high school, but he didn't ask much. He hadn't seen Yan Hang since he started class, and now that Yan Hang was looking for him, this was the only thing on his mind.

-Friday is my birthday, remember to buy a gift, stingy

Yan Hang sent another message.

After reading this news on the first day of junior high school, I didn't come back to my senses for a long time. After realizing it, I sat up holding my phone.

Birthday?

Birthday!

Yan Hang's birthday!

Maybe it's because he has never had a birthday himself, nor has he celebrated birthdays for others, so he has almost no idea about birthdays. He and Yan Hang also talked about birthdays. When buying shoes last time, Yan Hang also mentioned it, but at that time he never thought about asking when Yan Hang's birthday was.

- how old is your birthday

He quickly typed a line, and only after he finished sending it did he remember and add another line.

-Happy birthday to you!

- Good standard, I sang along, 19th birthday

Yan Hang is 19 years old. He smiled on the first day of junior high school, and the corners of his mouth were still hooked after laughing. He didn't know what he was laughing at.

- remember the gift

-knew!

gift.

Under the pillow in the first day of junior high school were the few small stones that Yan Hang gave him before. He had already ground them while playing cards and games with the people in the dormitory sneakily, and he was just about to drill his eyes.

This is a gift...isn't it a bit inappropriate?

It's too casual.

Make a gift from the stone that Yan Hang gave him and give it to Yan Hang?

Stingy.

He remembered Yan Hang's words.

Gee.

He doesn't pick, he's just saving, not someone like Yan Hang who wears 1000 yuan shoes can understand.

But if he had to send no stones, what should he give?

He stared at the wall, trying to think of a few alternatives in his mind, but after staring for 2 minutes, he couldn't even think of a single thing.

He has no experience in giving gifts to others.

The last time I gave gifts was the ones I bought for my family. I didn’t feel the joy of giving gifts or getting a response at all.

He sighed softly, it was too inappropriate to think about it at this time.

A gift, a gift for Yan Hang.

He continued to think hard.

After 5 minutes he gave up, and after 2 minutes he started to feel depressed.

Because when he was hesitating whether to ask someone for help, Zhou Chunyang was the first thing he thought of.

His first reaction was to ask Zhou Chunyang.

Outrageous!

But from a rational point of view, asking Zhou Chunyang should be the right choice.

Zhou Chunyang is the most reliable of the people in the dormitory. He is rich and careful, has a good personality, and is willing to help others.

He glanced back down.

Then a moment of embarrassment.

Zhou Chunyang was sitting across the table. He was leaning his chair back on the bed frame and resting his head on his arms. When he turned his head, he met Zhou Chunyang at a glance.

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him.

At the beginning, he opened his mouth and said nothing.

He just wanted to look back, but he hadn't even decided whether to ask Zhou Chunyang, let alone how to ask.

"Ah." He responded.

"Crazy." Zhou Chunyang smiled.

"Chunyang," he could only turn around and look at other people in the dormitory. No one noticed his side, so he lay down on the edge of the bed and waved to Zhou Chunyang, whispering, "Come here."

Zhou Chunyang stood up and walked to his bedside: "What's the matter? Are you planning to rebel?"

"Yeah, stew Daqiang, let's stew it." Chuyi said.

Zhou Chunyang laughed for a long time: "What's the matter, tell me."

"Can you help, can you do me a favor?" Chu asked in a low voice.

"What's busy?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Do you know how to choose a gift?" Chu Yi said, "It's just a birthday gift, a gift."

"That's all, will you pick a gift for someone?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"En." Chu nodded.

"Male and female?" Zhou Chunyang asked, "How old are you?"

On the first day of junior high school, he was suddenly a little embarrassed. The man was 19 years old. Zhou Chunyang would probably be able to guess that it was Yan Hang right away. After all, he was only a friend here.

Actually... Zhou Chunyang should be able to guess if he didn't say anything.

"Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang asked again as expected.

"En." Chu nodded.

I don't know why I am embarrassed, is it because he suddenly felt that Zhou Chunyang fell in love with Yan Hang for a moment a few days ago?

"Let's think about it." Zhou Chunyang's reaction was very calm, "Should we go out at noon tomorrow?"

"Okay." Chu Yi said, "But no, it can't be too expensive."

"Don't worry." Zhou Chunyang snapped his fingers.

After class at noon the next day, the first day of junior high school and Zhou Chunyang went out.

There are also some shops around the school, but Zhou Chunyang doesn't like it very much, so he dragged him to the city after eating something casually.

"Practical and tacky things, just a lighter, a razor, a belt, sunglasses, all kinds of clothing..." Zhou Chunyang said, "What do you want..."

"Practical." On the first day of junior high school, he said immediately that the gift should be something that Yan Hang can use.

"Then it's very easy to choose," Zhou Chunyang said, "All the piles I just mentioned are fine, and you can just buy according to his hobbies. If you don't need very practical ones, then I have a lot of tricks." It's..."

"Practical." The first day of the junior high school interrupted him again.

"Hey," Zhou Chunyang laughed, "There is no room for development."

The first day of the junior high school smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Then pick something flamboyant," Zhou Chunyang said, "I think Yan Hang is very particular."

"Yeah." Nodding immediately on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang is indeed a very particular person, even if it is something practical, he still needs someone like Zhou Chunyang who seems to be equally particular to point him out.

A person like him who has hardly worn other clothes except school uniforms since he was a child, and who uses the standard of "useable" for food and clothing, really has no idea.

In the end, between the lighter and the sunglasses, the first day of junior high school was entangled and I didn't know which one to choose.

"Lighter," Zhou Chunyang said, "although it's very common... but he smokes ten cigarettes a day, he has to take it out at least ten times, and he will think of you ten times."

Looking at Zhou Chunyang on the first day of junior high school, Zhou Chunyang spoke very naturally, but he suddenly wanted to blush.

Why did he have to make Yan Hang think of himself ten times a day?

But he didn't refute, and went to pick out lighters with Zhou Chunyang.

"There is nothing to choose from a lighter, Zippo," Zhou Chunyang said, "It looks good and is not expensive. If you don't have a budget, I recommend Dupont."

"Du, why do you pay more and less money?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's worth thousands," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "Do you want to consider it?"

"Z." Chu nodded.

Zhou Chunyang laughed for a long time, and patted him on the shoulder: "You are very funny."

When Yan Hang came out of the outreach training camp, it was still a while before they finished school in the afternoon on the first day of junior high school, so he took a taxi to the school gate.

The gate of the school is quite good. From the outside, the campus area is also very large.

The school is very unfamiliar to Yan Hang. After graduating from elementary school, he has never entered any school, and even if he passes by, he will not take a second look.

Now when I stood at the gate of the first grade school, I suddenly felt a little emotional.

He has been to many places, met many people, experienced various things, much more than many of his peers, but also much less than others.

When he entered the school gate, the guard glanced at him and didn't stop him, probably thinking that he was a student of the school.

Before the first day of junior high school, I told him that the last period was physical education class, so he just strolled to the direction of the playground.

I met a lot of students on the road, coming and going, probably unfamiliar faces, they all looked at him, and a few who looked quite social looked even more provocative in their eyes.

Small miscellaneous hair.

Yan Hang didn't even bother to look back at each other, so he walked directly to the playground and stood down.

A group of children were playing ball on the playground, and Yan Hang didn't even need to look closely at his face and body shape, he just glanced at the height and knew that there was no first year of junior high school here.

The little soil dog didn't know when he would be able to reach the two-meter goal he had set.

After looking around but not seeing the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang smiled at the two little girls next to him who had been looking at him: "Hello, classmate..."

"Looking for someone?" A girl replied immediately.

"Well, do you know the first grader?" Yan Hang asked, "He's Chi..."

"Dog, I know you," another girl said, pointing to a teaching building, "They're in the playground behind that building."

"Thank you, is there a playground in your school?" Yan Hang suppressed a smile.

When he suddenly heard a classmate from the first year of junior high school call the unearthed dog's name in such a tone, he had the urge to burst out laughing.

"Well," the girl also smiled, "Are you his friend?"

"Yes." Yan Hang walked over there.

At first glance, he looked at his mobile phone. The message from Yan Hang hadn't been sent yet, so he probably didn't arrive. He looked at the bag next to him. Inside, he and Zhou Chunyang had spent almost a class in the store to pick out the clerk. A lighter was picked out after not talking.

He was a little excited when he thought that this was the first birthday gift he had given in his life.

"Drink water on the first day of the lunar new year," Gao Xiaoyang walked over, "Chunyang treats you."

"Yeah." Chuyi stood up and followed them to the commissary.

"Are you going out later?" Zhang Qiang looked at his bag.

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Qiang asked again, "Bring me one for dinner."

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

Zhou Chunyang reached out and pressed Zhang Qiang's face a few times.

"Why?" Zhang Qiang looked at him.

"I think you have lost your face or you have an extra layer." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Get out!" Zhang Qiang said.

"I'll treat you to a small hot pot later." Zhou Chunyang said.

Several people immediately became excited.

"Damn it is happiness to know a rich foodie." Li Ziqiang sighed.

As soon as he turned out from the back of the building, he saw a familiar figure in front of him on the first day of junior high school.

He was stunned.

"That's Brother Hang! Why is he here? Looking for you?" Zhang Qiang waved at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang smiled and waved.

On the first day of junior high school, he really wanted to run there, but he felt a little silly to just run there. He could think of at least ten slow-motion scenes of running like this in TV dramas and movies, and it was silly to race one by one.

"Why, did you come in directly?" A group of people walked up to Yan Hang before he asked with a smile.

"Look at your school," Yan Hang said. "It's quite big. I just spent a long time looking for the playground over there."

"Brother Hang, once you take off your uniform," Li Ziqiang said, "it's like a different person."

"Who has become?" Yan Hang asked.

Li Ziqiang took a step back and looked at him up and down: "Do you think you have some other identity besides the foreman?"

"For example?" Yan Hang smiled.

"The underworld boss or something," Li Ziqiang said, "Brother Hang, do you still accept younger brothers?"

"Take us away." Hu Biao immediately joined in the fun.

The first day of junior high school watched from the side. Whenever this happened, he couldn't make a sound. A group of people chatted with Yan Hang one by one, and he could only stay silent beside him.

Gee.

I knew I would insist on not letting Yan Hang come over.

Several people were talking to Yan Hang, and those from 404 came over.

When they saw Yan Hang, they stopped.

Now 404 and 407's brothers have formed a long-term stable relationship with them, and they will definitely stop and make eye contact with each other when they meet each other.

Today there was an unfamiliar face, and their eyes were like arrows, and they swished over.

"Don't bother with them," Zhou Chunyang said.

"I don't want birds," Li Ziqiang said, "I can't help but be stared at us."

"I guess we thought we were looking for foreign aid." Hu Biao looked at Yan Hang excitedly.

"Those people who always fight with you?" Yan Hang asked.

"En." Chu nodded.

"A bunch of little bastards," Yan Hang turned his head and looked over there disdainfully, "just like you."

"We are purebred wool." Hu Biao said.

"Can't you be funny when you're so serious?" Zhou Chunyang suppressed a smile.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked at Yan Hang.

I was also a little excited to follow Hu Biao inexplicably.

He hadn't seen Yan Hang like this for a long time. Yan Hang, with his casual quack air and gangster air, was like this at the beginning, and walked up to him with a mobile phone that was broadcasting live.

Starting today, he belongs to me.

In the first day of junior high school, a burst of excitement surged up in my heart.

However, those 404 were probably trying to give the unfamiliar faces a bad rap. The one who took the lead came over, stood in front of Yan Hang and raised his chin: "Where did you come from? Who let you enter our school!"

Yan Hang glanced at him and smiled: "You have done more work than the guard at your school, do you get paid?"

The man stared at him, neither speaking nor moving.

On the first day of junior high school, he felt that he probably had never encountered such a conversation when he was fighting fiercely, and he couldn't find the correct answer for a while.

"Go." Yan Hang said, then turned and walked towards the school gate.

A group of people followed him, looking very imposing, as if they were going to participate in a large-scale weapon fight, but in fact they just went to eat a small hot pot at the door.

On the first day of junior high school, I couldn't help shaking my shoulders and took two steps, just so arrogant!

Very happy.

When you are with Yan Hang, even if you are talking and fighting with others, you can feel a sense of happiness.

It's amazing.