A Lucky Coin

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't say a word for a long time, and just poked a piece of meat at Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang had already made his words very clear.

I didn't know how to answer for a while in the first half of the year.

Under such circumstances, the first thought that popped up in his mind was to envy Zhou Chunyang.

No matter what Zhou Chunyang did or said, he was always so confident and open, which he might never be able to do in his life, so he suddenly envied Zhou Chunyang very much.

"Actually, I don't have to tell you so clearly," Zhou Chunyang said, "If I change someone, I guess I'll just confess my love, if it's okay, if it's not, then it's down."

The first day I looked at him.

"You're different," Zhou Chunyang sighed, "You said it took just over a month, and you helped me twice, and you were injured. I have the best relationship with you in the dormitory."

I still looked at him in the first day of junior high school.

After slowly regaining consciousness, the first day of the junior high school finally returned to the problem at hand from the envy of Zhou Chunyang.

But he couldn't figure out how he felt right now.

He was suddenly disappointed in himself.

He has no friends since he was a child, and Yan Hang is a lot of "firsts" for him.

The first person to cover him, the first person to help him fight, the first person to know his tree hole, the first person to take him home for dinner, the first person to run with him every night ...

The first person who made him want to change himself a little bit.

The first person who let him see almost all the faces of Xiao Li's barbecue doors in the country.

There are too many, as if he lived like a single-threaded fool with nothing in the past ten years. After Yan Hang appeared, he began to get in touch with real life.

Yan Hang is very important to him.

But he wasn't sure whether this importance was the same as Zhou Chunyang's "something".

"How, how do you know?" Chu Yi still held up the fork that poked a piece of meat, "He likes you, he doesn't like you."

"I don't know," Zhou Chunyang said, "I don't even know if he is, I just want to see you two...Anyway, just ask if it's true, if not, I'll apologize and get away."

Chuyi frowned, thinking about Zhou Chunyang's words very seriously.

He never thought about whether Yan Hang would be the same person as Zhou Chunyang. Strictly speaking, he never thought that there would be another "homosexual" besides Zhou Chunyang in this world.

So when he suddenly realized, if Zhou Chunyang really asked, what if Yan Hang really was...

He couldn't help shivering when he thought of the contempt and disgust on Brother Baozi's face when he said "gays die gay" to Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang sighed: "Me, it's just..."

"No." Chu Yi said.

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang was taken aback.

Chu put the meat into his mouth: "No."

It doesn't matter whether there is something or nothing, it's just not possible anyway, and no one can say that about Yan Hang.

Zhou Chunyang looked at him without speaking for a long time.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked a little unconfident. I don't know if my "no" was inappropriate or not accurate?

He could only lower his head and continue cutting the meat.

"Hey," Zhou Chunyang laughed suddenly, "Your expression scared me."

"What expression, love?" Chuyi touched his face.

"I'm going to get up and slap my face in the next second," Zhou Chunyang smiled and sighed again, "Okay, you can't do it if you say no."

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't know what expression I had just now. Probably my mental activities were too intense, and I couldn't let go of it all piled up on my face.

He took a sip of his drink embarrassingly.

"On the first day of junior high school," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "you are really a miraculous person."

"Then you don't know how, how did you see, pass the world," Chu Yi said, "ah."

Zhou Chunyang smiled for a long time: "Sometimes I feel that you are very simple and can be seen through at a glance, and sometimes I feel that seeing through at a glance is an illusion."

"Take a second look and try." The first day of the junior high school also smiled.

The first day of junior high school chatted well with Zhou Chunyang, and this was the first time Yan Hang saw him chatting with people like this on the first day of junior high school.

In his memory, he had never talked to anyone since the first day of junior high school. When he came with his classmates the last two times, he didn't talk very much. Most of them were said by his classmates, and he listened on the sidelines.

Just like that, Yan Hang felt that he had undergone a miraculous change, at least he could integrate into the circle of "classmates", but seeing him talking and laughing with Zhou Chunyang now really surprised Yan Hang.

Some relief.

Some... unhappy.

When the dinner time was almost over, the number of people in the restaurant finally began to decrease slowly, and at first they could only go in and out. Yan Hang supported the bar and let out a sigh of relief.

Over there, Zhou Chunyang's parents and the first day of junior high school finished their table and asked the waiter to pay the bill.

Zhou Chunyang's father is a VIP. Yan Hang prepared two boxes of mooncakes, asked the waiter to wrap them up and delivered them to them himself, and then sent the family to the door.

"Thank you, Brother Hang." Zhou Chunyang walked last and smiled at him.

"You're welcome." Yan Hang smiled.

Seeing the three of them enter the elevator, he turned and walked back, and saw Chuyi standing awkwardly at the door of the restaurant.

"Sit inside, it's fine." Yan Hang said.

"Occupy one, one table." Chu Yi said.

"There are no customers now," Yan Hang smiled, "It's fine if you occupy three tables, as long as you don't sleep."

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed, hesitated for a moment, and returned to the table where he was sitting before.

Yan Hang went over and poured him a cup of coffee and took it: "I probably still have a while."

"Don't worry," Chu looked at the coffee and lowered his voice, "Is it the six or sixty-eight cup, that kind?"

"Did you also look at the price of coffee?" Yan Hang also exaggeratedly lowered his voice.

"I didn't look at it specifically, it was mainly to scare me. If it scares me, I will remember it." Chuyi said.

"Don't be afraid, this is the coffee at our employee's price," Yan Hang smiled, and habitually wanted to reach out and scratch his head, remembering that he was in the restaurant now and then took his hand back, "I'll pay the bill, you just drink it .”

"Actually, water is fine for nothing." Chu Yi said.

"Are you annoying?" Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and immediately lowered his head, picked up the cup and took a sip, then frowned.

"Put sugar and milk." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, he picked up the sugar bag next to him.

"Brother Hang," Zhang Chen came over and put today's work log in front of him, "Do you recognize this brother?"

"Well," Yan Hang responded, and looked at the diary. Zhang Chen would finish the part she could help write every time, which made him feel a lot easier. "What's wrong?"

"It's not a real brother at first glance, nor is it a cousin or something," Zhang Chen said, "Brother Cool."

"Cool?" Yan Hang glanced at Zhang Chen.

"He's pretty cool and handsome, don't you think?" Zhang Chen said, "If he's taller, he'll definitely be a cold and prodigal son, and he'll captivate all the idiots."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

He has heard more than one person describe the first day of junior high school with words like this.

Sometimes he wonders if he should jump out of his memories of the first year of junior high school and take a good look at this kid. No matter how he looks at it now, he still feels that the first day of junior high school is still a little dog with drooping ears and not opened.

Occasionally, I feel that he has matured, but only for a short while.

Is it really cool?

Really fierce?

Brother Gou?

Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high who was sitting at the table holding a coffee cup in one hand and playing with his mobile phone in the other.

Still a child.

"You don't eat work, do you have work meals?" I asked when I walked out of the hotel with him on the first day of the junior high school after get off work.

"Then you still have to wait, it will take 10 minutes to eat a work meal." Yan Hang said.

"It doesn't cost money," said the first day of the junior high school, "it doesn't cost nothing, and it doesn't cost anything."

"I'm actually not very hungry," Yan Hang smiled and put his arms on his shoulders, "I can't eat anything when I'm particularly busy."

"You guys are so, so busy," Chuyi said, "I see you just never stopped, never stopped."

"It's usually fine. Isn't it Golden Week now? There are so many tourists." Yan Hang stretched his waist and continued to support him on his shoulders. "I can't even run at night... let's go for a stroll and get some air." By the way, it's time for exercise."

"Okay." Chu nodded.

"Do you have the best relationship with Zhou Chunyang in the dormitory?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't know," he thought for a while on the first day of the junior high school, "it's pretty good, okay."

"I think you two talk a lot." Yan Hang said.

"Well," Chu glanced at him, "he's talkative."

"If you don't stutter, it doesn't mean who is a chatterbox." Yan Hang smiled.

"He." The first day of the junior high school insisted.

"Then who is the chatterbox?" Yan Hang asked.

"You." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled and patted his head twice: "Just now my colleague said you are cool, but how cool is it? I really didn't see it."

"Did you say that my colleagues told me?" asked the first day of junior high school.

"Well, I said you are cool and handsome." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't speak, but laughed twice.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Hang asked.

"No." On the first day of the junior high school, he continued to laugh at himself in front of him.

Yan Hang can almost guess why he is so happy. The feeling of being mentioned by a friend of a friend, a friend of a classmate, or a colleague of a friend may not be experienced often before the first year of junior high school.

"There is a supermarket in front," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to buy some daily necessities."

"The neighborhood is opposite, isn't there a face, is there?" Chu looked at the front.

"This store has everything," Yan Hang said, "The one opposite the neighborhood is a small supermarket."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

There are quite a lot of people in the supermarket. He and Yan Hang walked slowly among the rows of shelves. When it comes to the holidays, there are so many people in the supermarket.

On the first day of junior high school, I was a little dazed looking at the various mooncakes stacked in the aisle. I don’t know where the mooncakes Yan Hang helped him send home. Will they arrive tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?

Will the family members be happy if they receive mooncakes?Will you call him to let him know if the mooncakes have been received?

Yan Hang stopped in front of the shelf where the towels were placed, and took a first look at the price of the towels. He had never used dozens of yuan towels in his life.

"Isn't your towel okay, okay?" He couldn't help asking.

Although Yan Hang said that he didn't save money and spent as much as he had, he still felt a little distressed on the first day of junior high school.

"Towels are changed once a month," Yan Hang said, "It's more hygienic."

"Oh." Chu Yi had to answer.

Towels changed every month?His towels must be changed every now and then.

Yan Hang took a pack of four: "Two for me, two for you."

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

"You use vermicelli, I use blue ones." Yan Hang said.

"I'm blue." On the first day of junior high school, he didn't bother to ask why he bought towels for him, and protested the color first.

"I want the blue one." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he glanced at the shelf, took a pack of coffee sticks and blue sticks, and put them in his hand.

"Then your blue one is my coffee bar." Yan Hang said.

"I have coffee." Chu Yi said.

"Are you trying to hide your skills as an argument?" Yan Hang looked at him.

On the first day of the junior high school, I laughed, and I didn't know why I was like this.

Finally, Yan Hang put the bag back on the shelf, and took a bag of four brown ones: "Is this okay?"

"The blue one seems to be good, let's have a look." Chu said in a low voice.

Yan Hang rummaged through it for a while, and found probably the only pack of four blue ones: "Are you satisfied?"

Chu nodded. He obviously didn't need a towel, but picked out a towel with Yan Hang. He was a little nervous, but he felt very happy.

After walking two steps, the phone rang in his pocket, he took it out and took a look, it was my aunt.

"Hello?" He picked up the phone, "Auntie."

"When are you coming back? Your uncle is free these two days and he can drive to pick you up." My aunt said over there.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stopped and opened his mouth for a while, not knowing what to say.

Yan Hang looked back at him, and asked softly, "Who?"

"Auntie," Chuyi said, covering the microphone, "Ask me if you have gone back."

"Just tell the truth, I don't want to go back." Yan Hang said softly.

"I'm not on vacation, I won't go back." Chuyi said.

"Not coming back?" Auntie was a little surprised, "Aren't you going home during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

The auntie sighed after a while: "Before I was worried that you would not want to go home...Did you tell your mother and grandma that you would not go home?"

"No." Chu Yi said.

"Didn't say?" Auntie was probably a little helpless, "Have you not been in touch with your family all this time?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi bit his lip.

"Call home," the aunt hesitated, "your grandma was hospitalized a few days ago."

"Ah?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"I went to the hospital to have a look, and they said it was dizziness, but the doctor didn't find anything wrong, so I just observed it for two days," the aunt said, "You can call home to save your grandma from picking you up again Talk back and forth."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"If you really don't want to go back, don't go back," the aunt said, "I have time next month, and I will go with your uncle to see you."

After the phone call with my aunt, I stood there for a long time on the first day of the junior high school without moving.

He probably lived a bit too happily during this time, even if he occasionally thought about his family and the past, it didn't affect his mood too much.

He was like a little sparrow that had finally flapped its wings and flew up. When it was fluttering happily, it was suddenly blown back to the ground by the wind.

A little scared.

If it's just a phone call home, he can still bear it.

But now that grandma is in the hospital, even if my aunt said nothing was wrong, he was still afraid.

He may not be very filial. What he is afraid of is not whether his grandma will get sick, but what he is afraid of is that he will be scolded by his grandma and mother under such circumstances.

This fear seemed to be engraved in his bones, and no matter how long it took, it would never disappear.

He could almost imagine what his mother and grandma would say.

White-eyed wolf, leave as soon as you leave, like your father, regardless of this family, regardless of whether these people live or die, why do you call back to see if the people in this family are dead? You can rest assured that you will be notified when you commit suicide...

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang gently squeezed his shoulder.

"My aunt said that my grandma lived and was hospitalized." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"Hospitalized?" Yan Hang was stunned, "Is it serious? What's wrong?"

"Not checked, check it out," Chuyi frowned, "First observe, observe for two days."

"Then you should call home and ask about the situation," Yan Hang said, "If it doesn't work, go back and have a look."

Chu Yi raised his head and looked at him, and after a while, he whispered, "I dare not."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I don't dare," Chu Yi said, with a trembling voice, and slowly squatted down beside the shelf, "I dare not..."

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang also squatted down, patting his back lightly, "Then I won't call, I won't call, and I won't go back."

"My mother can scold me, scold me," Chu Yi's voice is very low, and he can hear him very uncomfortable, "my grandma can, scold me too."

"Curse as you please," Yan Hang said, "Have you scolded less after all these years?"

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't make a sound, I squatted on the ground and hugged my legs, with my chin resting on my knees.

Yan Hang turned his head to look into his eyes, he was not crying, but just dazed.

It's fine if you don't cry.

Yan Hang didn't speak any more, and squatted opposite him to watch.

The first day of junior high school seems to have returned to the state in his memory, and it is even more uncomfortable than the first day of junior high school in his memory, because at that time, the first day of junior high school had accepted the status quo of life, and he could close himself up and carry it. Live all the blows and scares.

But now in the first day of junior high school, I can no longer return to the previous mentality of accepting everything calmly.

He is stronger, but also more vulnerable.

"Let's go back first, and then think about what to do." Yan Hang stretched out his hand and poked him lightly on the chin, and suddenly found that his legs in the first grade of junior high school were really long.

"En." The first day of the junior high school answered, but did not move.

Yan Hang stood up and waited for him. After a while, he slowly stood up on the first day of the junior high school.

"Go," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders, "I'll get two more toothpaste and laundry detergent."

"En." Chu nodded.

After taking all the things, paying the bill, and walking out of the supermarket, I didn't say a word on the first day of the junior high school, a little distracted.

"Let's take a taxi." Seeing him like this, Yan Hang probably wasn't in the mood to stroll back.

Chu nodded.

Yan Hang stopped three cars before one finally stopped. He put his things in the co-pilot and sat in the back seat with Chu Yi.

When the car drove forward, Yan Hang sighed softly and looked out the window.

There were still a few people standing on the side of the road stretching out their hands to hail a taxi. Fortunately, they were one step ahead.

or……

Yan Hang saw a figure flash past behind a few taxi drivers, then disappeared into the crowd.

It was dark now, and there were many people in front of the supermarket, so he didn't see it very clearly, but the posture of walking on tiptoe reminded him suddenly of the person he saw in the restaurant today.

Are you blind?

Overreacting again?

When I got home, I still had nothing to say on the first day of junior high school, and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Yan Hang went to take a shower, and when he came out, he changed from sitting to sitting cross-legged, still looking a little sullen.

"Actually, it's not a big deal," Yan Hang sat next to him, "If you don't want to make this call, don't make it. If you don't feel at ease, just call and ask. Why are you afraid of being scolded? You are now Brother Gou."

The first day smiled.

"There are some things that the more you think about it, the more you become afraid." Yan Hang said.

"I'm afraid I will call, tell me to go back." Chu Yi said.

"That's the same. If you want to go back, you can go back. If you don't want to go back, you won't go back. If you really want to go back, it will only take a day or two," Yan Hang said, "You still have to go to class."

"I..." Chuyi raised his head and looked at him.

"What?" Yan Hang got up and took a bottle of iced black tea from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

do not wanna go Home.

I don't want to see grandma and mother, I don't want to see grandpa, I don't want to see the dilapidated and hopeless home in everything.

But what I don't even want is...to be separated from Yan Hang.

On the first day of the junior high school, he squeezed the bottle of iced black tea. For some reason, he suddenly thought that if he went home, he would not see Yan Hang for a few days, so he suddenly panicked.

Even though he is here now, he doesn't see Yan Hang every day, and sometimes he doesn't see each other for a week.

But it feels completely different.

It was as if he would be thrown back to the old days in an instant, those days when he was grilling all kinds of Xiao Li every day, and his heart would never be at ease.

He felt a little miraculous, and the point of worry and fear would suddenly go astray.

For example, he is now worried that Yan Hang will suddenly disappear after returning home.

For example, he doesn't know if he has "something" to Yan Hang, but he is worried that others "have something" to Yan Hang...

My brain doesn't seem to work very well.

"Hey," Yan Hang kicked him, "What are you thinking?"

"Zhou Chunyang said..." Chu Yi turned to look at Yan Hang.

After Zhou Chunyang said the three words, he was surprised to find that his point was still going off track, and he had already gone here from calling or not calling home.

"Zhou Chunyang?" Yan Hang frowned, "What does Zhou Chunyang have to do with this matter?"

"Zhou Chunyang, he said, talk about him," the first day of the junior high school stopped, every time he wanted to take off his tongue and put it on his lap to stroke it, "say he... likes you."

"What?" Yan Hang probably didn't react.

"He likes you." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang responded after a while, "I guessed it."