A Lucky Coin

In fact, Uncle Weimon at the school gate doesn't care who goes in or out, and the 404 is nothing more than an excuse.

The management of the school is very loose. Compared with the No. 82 No. [-] school before the first year of junior high school, it is almost as if no one cares about it.They fought twice in the dormitory, but neither the teacher nor the housekeeper knew about it.

There were even fights on the girl side, although the scale was not large, but the frequency seemed to be more than that on the boy side, and all of them were quite fierce.

They went to the canteen to drink water first. They would come to drink water every physical education class. At the beginning, they found a drink bottle to drink from the dormitory on the first day of junior high school. It turned out that Zhou Chunyang asked them to drink water every time, so he didn’t bring it. .

"Next time I'll ask for water," Gao Xiaoyang said, "It's not good to always ask for Chunyang."

"Come on," Zhou Chunyang said, "How much do you spend on living expenses per month?"

Gao Xiaoyang thought for a while and was about to speak when Zhou Chunyang said, "I won't cap it."

"Fuck you." Gao Xiaoyang said with a smile.

"I'll tell you when I don't want to invite you," Zhou Chunyang said. "That's all I have for fun. I like to have fun with a bunch of people."

After drinking the water, a group of people strolled out of the school gate, Zhou Chunyang took them to the small hot pot, and on the first day of the junior high school, he took a taxi with Yan Hang to the city.

"Happy birthday." Chu Yi said to Yan Hang after getting in the car.

He really didn't have much experience in celebrating birthdays, and he was always afraid that he would miss some steps. Ever since he saw Yan Hang, he kept reminding himself that he would say happy birthday later.

"Thank you," Yan Hang said with a smile, then leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you bring a gift?"

"Well," Chu nodded, sighed after thinking about it, "normal people have this, so chasing, do people want gifts?"

"I'm just a normal person who chases after gifts like this," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I collect protection money."

The first day of the lunar new year smiled, took a pat on his bag, and lowered his voice: "Here."

"I still have to say it quietly," said the driver brother, "are you afraid that I will snatch it?"

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

The small box in the bag was beautifully packaged. The small box had to be bought separately, and a box cost 15 yuan. He bargained and couldn’t explain it. Zhou Chunyang helped him explain it. Afterwards, he said that as a young master, he never paid for it. Bargaining so hard, if you walk slowly, you are afraid that people will chase them out and beat them.

Yan Hang ordered a birthday cake for himself at a well-known cake shop. After getting off the car, they went to get the cake first.

It's a big chocolate cake, very big, with lots of chocolate florets on it.

"It's so beautiful, ah," Chuyi said, holding the cake, "Is it delicious?"

"Have you never eaten a birthday cake?" Yan Hang asked.

"Ah," Chu Yi smiled, "Yes."

"Me too." Yan Hang glanced down at the cake box.

"I'll go later, where to eat?" He asked on the first day of the junior high school. He came out with a few hundred dollars and was going to see where to eat. If it wasn't too exaggerated, he could treat guests.

"Seafood," Yan Hang said, "I've booked a table. It's right by the seaside. You can watch the sea while eating. You can watch it all night until you've had enough."

"Advanced?" The first day of junior high school asked again.

"It's average, it's just a small shop with a bit of a standard, and there are many here." Yan Hang said.

"I treat you." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang glanced at him, then smiled for a long time.

"Laughing fart." Chu Yi said.

"It's my birthday, I have to treat you," Yan Hang said, "You want to treat me another day."

"...Oh." After thinking about it on the first day of junior high school, it seems that it is true that every time a classmate celebrates a birthday, they book a few tables at the restaurant at home or with their family members.

The small shop that Yan Hang chose was indeed by the sea, and the table he ordered was on the second floor platform, where he could enjoy the sea breeze.

Great.

When I sat down on the first day of junior high school, I looked around. Except for the two of them and the family of three next to them, the rest of the tables were filled with lovers.

This is really a city where everyone loves to fall in love.

Yan Hang had already ordered the dishes before they came, and they started serving the dishes not long after they sat down.

On the first day of the junior high school, he held his chin and turned his head to look at the sea over there.

Now that the setting sun has passed, we can no longer see the setting sun falling into the sea, but the clouds where the sea and the sky meet in the distance are still glowing with dark red light, which looks very spectacular and beautiful.

On the first day of junior high school, I took out my mobile phone and took a few photos, and after a moment of hesitation, I sent them to Moments.

This is the first time since he played WeChat for so long that when he posted a photo to Moments, he didn't set it to be visible only to himself.

"Let me broadcast it live." Yan Hang said suddenly.

"Do you want to pre-announce first?" Chuyi watched him take out his phone.

"Weibo will start as soon as you say it. What's the announcement?" Yan Hang pressed on the phone.

"You're living now, you're so angry, it's terrible," said the first day of the first day of the junior high school, "Is there no notice, no one will watch it much, it's melancholy."

"If you don't say a few words, I won't feel sad at all," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Brother Dog."

Before he could speak on the first day of the junior high school, he suddenly laughed again. After lying on the table for a long time, he said again: "Hey, today I asked two girls about the first day of junior high school."

Chuyi sighed, he already knew what Yan Hang was laughing at.

"The two of them told me, the dirt dog, there's a playground in the back," Yan Hang said happily, "I was about to spit, but for your sake, I gritted my teeth and held on."

"I like it, move." Chu Yi said.

"You're welcome," Yan Hang said with a smile, started the live broadcast, and turned his phone to the sea first, "This is where I'm staying now, with mountains and seas, beer and barbecue..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he leaned over to look at the screen. He kept saying that Yan Hang was too angry, but in just a few minutes, they came in one after another... more than 40 people.

Not completely mad.

-Brother Xiaotian finally showed up before I graduated from college

- Howling like a pig while holding the phone

-This is where?can anyone see

- the sea!What a beauty!

"I'm eating. If you haven't eaten, you can take a look." Yan Hang picked up a plate of freshly served clams. "This is my favorite. Although it's very ordinary, I really like it..."

Yan Hang's camera was still facing the sea, and he probably wanted to lift the plate in front of the camera. With the sea behind as the background, he reached out to take the plate on the first day of the junior high school and held it for him.

"I'll help you eat one." Yan Hang reached out and took a clam from the plate, and handed it to Chuyi's mouth.

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, he held up the plate in a daze, and opened his mouth to catch the clam.

- hand in hand hand in hand

-Hands that can't be seen enough for thousands of years. . . .

- beautiful hand!take another

-Wait a moment!

- who lifted the plate

-. . . .Fuck it!Who lifted the plate?

- i thank you

"The one holding the plate." Yan Hang took a clam and put it in his mouth, pressed down the phone lens, and pointed it at the hand holding the plate on the first day of the junior high school. "To be honest, I have four hands."

In the first day of junior high school, I laughed so hard that my hands shook a little.

The speeches on the screen were swiped very quickly, and there were gifts in the middle. He couldn't see clearly, but he saw several messages yelling to see his face.

The waiter continued to serve. It was a fish, which was quite big.

On the first day of the new year, I put down the plate of clams and prepared to lift the plate of fish.

Yan Hang held down his hand, the camera first focused on his hand, then slowly moved up, along his arm.

- this angle

-Brother Xiaotian's four hands are actually facing each other

- i already know who the other side is

-I also

- handsome boy!Little guy!

- Definitely a handsome baby!

When the camera was aimed at Chu Yi's face, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and raised his hand to cover it.

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang smiled, "Say hello to the young ladies."

"Hi everyone." Chu Yi said.

The speeches on the screen were filled in an instant, and it was too late for Yan Hang to read them.

He knew what it was like for these young ladies. The timid and shy little handsome guy had turned into a handsome boy within a year.

Maybe those cares of those years are still in his body, and the things engraved by time cannot be thrown away, but he already has the courage and ability to press those traces into the corner in the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school in the camera.

It's a bit different from looking directly at the first day of junior high school, which makes him feel more obvious.

The feeling that the little soil dog has grown into a dog brother.

"It's time to eat," Yan Hang said as usual, without any extra words, "it's off."

He put down his phone and picked up a pint of beer: "Come and touch one."

On the first day of the junior high school, he picked up another bundle and bumped into him: "Happy birthday, Yan Hang."

"The punctuation is quite appropriate, it sounds like you haven't stuttered." Yan Hang raised his eyebrows.

"You are, you're not particularly afraid, I'm afraid that one day I won't, and I'll stutter," Chu Yi drank a big gulp of beer, "Just say, you can't beat me."

"I can't say no to you now," Yan Hang also took a sip of beer, "The main reason is that you are so short-mouthed, stop stuttering, I'm afraid you will be beaten."

"You cover, me." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Don't worry," Yan Hang looked at him, "If you say cover, you will keep your word, I'm afraid you don't need my cover, brother dog."

"Earth dog." He corrected him on the first day of the junior high school, took an abalone and ate it, eating it so vigorously that the soup flowed down his fingers to his wrist without noticing it.

"Little dog," Yan Hang pulled out a tissue, and stuffed it before the soup flowed down his cuff, "Fill your sleeves, it's so savage."

"Yeah." The first day of the junior high school smiled, and after eating this one, he took a tissue and wiped his hands.

Then he grabbed the sleeve and pulled it up.

After a few tugs, he suddenly stopped.

Pull the sleeves back down a little.

From the corner of his eye, Yan Hang didn't move, probably because he didn't see the gauze with a corner exposed.

This is not a serious injury, and the gauze should be gone in a few days. He doesn't want Yan Hang to worry. After all, from Yan Hang's point of view, he has no memory of practicing boxing and fighting. He has been bullied and beaten all the time. The memory is full.

He fiddled with the cuffs, pretending that the sleeves would fit here, and then reached out and took another abalone.

Just after taking a sip of the soup, Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge, Yan Hang had already hooked his cuff with his fingers and picked it up.

"How did you do it?" Yan Hang asked.

"The door is caught, it's just me, the door of our dormitory is, yes, yes..." He hadn't lied much on the first day of junior high school, and he was so nervous that he couldn't speak anymore, so he could only stop in the end Sighing, "When you fight, you can do it."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"It's almost ready." The first day of the junior high school added.

"Did you pack it yourself?" Yan Hang asked, "Let me see."

The first day did not move.

"Believe it or not, I'll slap you." Yan Hang looked at him.

Chu stretched his arms forward and put them on the table.

Yan Hang pulled up his sleeve, pinched the corner of the gauze and looked at it, frowned: "The cut seems to be quite deep?"

"It's okay." Chuyi replied.

"It will take a while to get better," Yan Hang said, looking at the side, "Where's the waiter?"

"Why?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Order a few other dishes," Yan Hang said, "It seems that you can't eat seafood with a wound."

"Rumor." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Rumors." The first day of the junior high school said it again.

"Are you sure?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes.

"Zhou Chunyang's brain, the door is on," the first day of the junior high school gestured, "here, such a big one, the opening, return it at noon, go out to buy, bought two crabs, eat the crabs."

"What the hell reason is this?" Yan Hang asked.

"He's a local." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, and he added: "It's not a rumor, I want to eat it too."

Yan Hang sighed, thought about it and smiled again: "Eat, eat, eat, it's a big deal to slow down, eat."

On the first day of the new year, he immediately put a piece of fish into his mouth, eating with a look of intoxication: "What, what kind of fish?"

"I heard that Lao Cui and the others call it Zhaihua," Yan Hang said, "It's perch."

"Ah," Chu took a look, and put a piece into Yan Hang's bowl, "Why not, isn't it called Village Flower?"

"Is the village bigger?" Yan Hang said, "Sounds more grand?"

I laughed and took two more bites.

It is indeed very delicious. The seafood here is very good. Although they are quite common things, such as sea oysters, razor clams and various snails, they taste very good, and this environment makes people relax and enjoy.

I didn't even finish a pint of beer after eating a meal on the first day of the new year, but I felt a little dizzy.

"Do you still eat?" Yan Hang asked, "Do you like that big conch? Have another one?"

"Save some stomach, eat it..." Chuyi turned around and looked around, "Where's the cake?"

"Let the waiter put it in the freezer," Yan Hang said, "Do you want to eat now?"

"Eat," grabbed his bag on the first day of the junior high school, "I still want to give, a present."

"Okay," Yan Hang smiled and beckoned the waiter to come over, "Let me see what you gave me."

"Good stuff," Rubbed his nose on the first day of the junior high school, "It's just that Zhou Chunyang helped me pick it out. I didn't give it to someone. I gave it a formal gift."

"I'd be happy if you gave me three pairs of socks for ten yuan," Yan Hang said.

"Stingy," Chuyi said, "it was you who said it."

"Remember the grudge," Yan Hang laughed, "But I really want you to send something more expensive."

"Don't worry, it's expensive." Chu nodded.

The waiter brought the cake and helped them insert the birthday candles and light them.

Today's birthday candles are very convenient, just one 1 and one 9, no need to count and insert.

"Happy birthday!" someone shouted from an unknown table.

"Happy birthday!" A few more people shouted.

"Thank you!" Yan Hang responded with a smile, and then whispered to the waiter, "Could you please help me cut the cake and share among these tables."

"Okay." The waiter nodded.

"Sing a birthday song." Yan Hang raised his chin at the first day of the junior high school.

"I haven't sung it, I have sung it..." He hesitated in the first day of junior high school. He should have never sung other songs except the national anthem when he grew up. He could sing the birthday song, but he was afraid that he could not sing it well.

"It's okay." Yan Hang said.

There was a smile on the corner of Yan Hang's mouth, and the dancing flames of the candles reflected his face in a light warm yellow.

"Okay," Chuyi looked at him, took a breath, and then began to sing in a low voice, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

"You don't stutter when you sing?" Yan Hang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Don't call, is it okay to interrupt?" The first day of the junior high school stopped, "Listen carefully."

"Okay." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." The first day of junior high school began to sing again, "Happy birthday to you..."

Halfway through the song, he saw the smile on the corner of Yan Hang's mouth deepening, and slowly spreading with an uncontrollable momentum.

"Happy birthday to you..." he finished.

Yan Hang and the waiter next to him applauded him together.

"Will you play it now?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned, and he didn't know the steps.

"Make a wish first," the waiter reminded, "close your eyes and make a wish quietly in your heart, it won't work if you say it."

"Okay." Yan Hang curled his lips and closed his eyes.

Looking at him with his chin resting on his chin, Chuyi took out his mobile phone and took pictures of Yan Hang and the 19-year-old birthday cake in front of him. After a while, Yan Hang opened his eyes, and Chuyi saw that his eyelashes were slightly wet.

"Come here." Yan Hang waved at him.

Chuyi got up and sat next to him, Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders, took out his mobile phone and handed it to the waiter: "I'm sorry."

The waiter raised the phone, and Yan Hang pressed his finger against the face of Junior One, and he tilted his head towards Yan Hang with all his strength.

"One, two, three, razor clams!" said the waiter.

They were stunned and laughed together, and the waiter pressed the shutter.

After taking the photo, Yan Hang lowered his head and blew out the candle.

The waiter began to help them share the cake.

Yan Hang is really not very experienced. If this cake is not distributed to other tables and waiters, they will not be able to finish it anyway. Cut more than half of it and share it, and the rest can be cut into four pieces.

After the waiter walked away, Chuyi picked up the cake and took a bite. While chewing, he closed his eyes and was so intoxicated: "Okay, okay...it's delicious."

"It's all for you." Yan Hang pushed the two cakes in front of him to him.

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "together."

"Where are the gifts?" Yan Hang picked up a piece of cake and asked while eating.

On the first day of junior high school, I opened the bag, took out the small gift box from it, and put it in the middle of the table: "For you."

The box is black, with a dark blue bow tied on it. One can tell at a glance that this is definitely not the color I matched in the first grade of junior high school. If I matched it myself in the first grade of junior high school, it would probably be a pink box with a bright yellow bow.

The box is very delicate, and when Yan Hang picked it up, it still felt a little heavy.

He gently opened the lid of the box and saw the contents at a glance.

A lighter with raised wings.

"Zippo?" He smiled and took out the lighter.

"Well, Angel's Wings," the first day of junior high school immediately laid down on the table and introduced to him, "There are two types, black ice and ancient, ancient silver, this one is ancient, silver."

"This looks good." Yan Hang nodded.

"I think so too," Chu Yi smiled and looked at him, "Do you like it?"

"I like it," Yan Hang flicked the tip of his nose, "I really like it, thank you."

"Try it?" Chu Yi said, "I'll fill it up, it's oily."

Yan Hang opened the lid of the lighter, flicked it lightly, and a small flame sprang up. He turned the lighter twice between his fingers, and then closed the lid.

"You..." Chuyi's eyes widened, "You can play this too."

"I know how to play a lot, why don't I pass the time?" Yan Hang smiled, stretched out his hand in front of him, the lighter opened the lid with a ding sound after turning his fingertips for a while, and then the little flame jumped out again. "Dog."

"You play this and this live," Chuyi said, "you don't have to rely on my face."

"Get out." Yan Hang laughed.

Looking at him on the first day of junior high school, it took a while before I remembered to ask: "When I sang the birthday song, you laughed, what?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head abruptly, and smiled at the sea over there, so much that he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Yes, I'm not polite, I'm being polite!" He started laughing on the first day of junior high school, even though he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"You haven't sung before, have you?" Yan Hang asked happily.

"National anthem." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed again.

The first day of junior high school seemed to understand something, and sighed: "Did I run away, out of tune?"

"No," Yan Hang shook his head, "I didn't hear the first sentence, and I found out later that you have no tune at all, and every sentence has a tune."

"Chanting scriptures?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Almost." Yan Hang continued to laugh.

After a pause on the first day of junior high school, I couldn't stop laughing.

"I don't know, I don't know." He was a little embarrassed and felt very funny. It took him a long time to rub his face and sigh again.

"Maybe it's because you don't sing much," Yan Hang smiled and patted his face. "I'll take you to karaoke when I have time. You can learn a few songs and sing them to see if you still have a tune."

"Can you sing?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Me," Yan Hang thought for a while, "Actually, I don't sing too much. I went to sing with my dad a few times before, and I heard him yelling. I can't beat him. In two hours, I will play a song and it will be him." If you can’t sing, you can give it to me.”

"Then I invite you to sing, please," Chu Yi said, "I won't fight with you."

"If you grab me, I will beat you." Yan Hang said.

"En." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang smiled and looked at him without speaking.

The first day of the junior high school did not make a sound, and stared at him face to face. After a while, he said again: "Happy birthday."

"Happy." Yan Hang said.

"Happy birthday," said the first day of the junior high school, "Ming, next year will be happy too, happy."

Yan Hang turned the lighter in his hand, lit it, and looked at the flames: "Happy."

The author has something to say:

Let me tell you, I saw someone counting Brother Gou’s age. Brother Gou’s birthday is obviously earlier than the Crown Prince’s. The Prince has already passed two birthdays. How could Brother Gou still be 15 years old “_“.