A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang really likes working in a coffee shop. The environment is good, there are not many customers, and the working hours are late. After waking up in the morning, he can make breakfast for himself calmly, and then go out after eating calmly.

Dad was at home today, and he made two servings when he was making breakfast.

"What's breakfast?" Dad got up earlier than him, had already gone out and came back.

"Omelet rice with prawns." Yan Hang handed him the plate.

"I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up a fork to poke open the egg skin, and then looked at him, "Where are prawns?"

"Omelet rice with diced shrimp." Yan Hang corrected himself again.

"...How can you prove that it is a prawn if it's all diced?" Dad was a little dissatisfied.

"Don't you have a sense of taste?" Yan Hang said while eating his plate.

"No." Dad replied quickly.

"Then omelet rice with diced shrimp." Yan Hang felt that he should arrange a duel between his father and the first grader.

"Well, it's acceptable," Dad nodded, and started to eat happily, "Go to work later, right?"

"10:30." Yan Hang said.

"I'm going to visit the class?" Dad asked.

"Forgive me, Father," Yan Hang sighed, "Our boss is a man, how about you change your target?"

"No, I can compete with him for handsomeness." Dad picked out a diced shrimp, put it in his mouth, and chewed it seriously.

"He's not as handsome as you." Yan Hang said.

"It can be heard that this evaluation is very sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Dad watches the city's news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the house, and he basically only watches local news.

Yan Hang didn't quite understand why he loved watching local news so much.

The big cities are okay, but the local news in small cities is all about neighborhood disputes, or the roads here are bad, the lights there are not working, let alone in the county towns, it is full of trivial content, as if sitting on the road Go to the old man and old lady who are enjoying the cool.

But Dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn't have its own TV station, Dad would probably have to watch the news of the village when they lived in the village.

The cows of this family ate the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chased the ducks of that family, the male dog of this family beat a whole village of bitches...

"I'm leaving." Yan Hang put on his coat.

"Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your store doesn't care about lunch, you can go to the side and pretend to be a waiter in the coffee shop eating Japanese food for lunch."

"... Oh." Yan Hang responded, opened the door and walked out.

After walking for a while, Yan Hang found that he met several students on the road, and then he realized that today is the weekend, so he took out his mobile phone to confirm.

He uses his phone many times a day, but he barely notices the date and time.

These two things are mostly dispensable in his life, and sometimes he can't even determine the year.

But every time he notices the date and time suddenly like now, he will take out his phone and check it carefully.

Sometimes such an action is needed to give yourself the feeling of stepping on the ground.

Because it was the weekend, there were more people in the coffee shop than when they came for the interview.

When Yan Hang came out after changing his work clothes, he ran into the boss. The boss was surnamed Li. He was a middle-aged man with a pretentious artistry.

"How many?" Boss Li beckoned as soon as he saw him, "It's just right, why don't you go bake some cakes? There are too many people today, not enough."

"Yes." Yan Hang responded, scolding his father for at least 20 seconds.

With such a name, if he hadn't reacted so quickly, he almost didn't want to answer many questions.

Yan Hang worked hard, finished baking the cake, and returned to the bar.

It's okay to do a favor once in a while, but not if the boss wants to use the waiter's salary to hire a cook.

He would simply leave.

That's how money is like papa.

Probably because I have been running around with my dad for so many years. Dad doesn’t seem to save money, so he doesn’t have any idea about saving money. As for money, it’s enough for travel expenses, rent, and food. If you have enough, you can go to a good meal. , go get it if you don't have one.

The way he gets money is to do part-time jobs, and he doesn't know how his father gets money.

Not too willing to figure it out either.

"Make me a latte and take it away." A little girl walked to the bar with her mobile phone, ready to scan the code while talking.

"Wait a minute." Yan Hang quickly started making coffee.

Just as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl yelled "Ah".

Yan Hang looked at her.

"Don't do it now, don't do it, my phone...is out of battery." The little girl said.

Yan Hang didn't speak

"I don't have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.

When he first came here, he saw a charger below, which was probably used by other waiters for charging.

He bent down and groped under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, and pointed to the plug next to it: "Go there to charge."

"... Oh." The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and walked to the side, looking at him while charging.

After the coffee was ready, Yan Hang packed the bag and put it on the bar counter, beckoning to the little girl: "Come and pay."

The little girl scanned the QR code with her phone that had been charged a little bit, paid the bill, and then trotted away with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Yes." Boss Li said while crossing his arms.

"What?" Yan Hang turned to look at him.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can do strong buying and strong selling so freely and confidently." Boss Li said.

"I... just give her a charger." Yan Hang said.

"If you say you want to buy it but don't buy it, believe it or not, I will slap you," Boss Li said, "the expression is very good."

Yan Hang recalled it for a while, probably forgot to smile just now.

"I'll pay attention next time," he said.

"Don't pay attention, it's good," Boss Li said, "I just sold an extra cup of coffee. It's good. You need to have the spirit of working hard to earn every penny."

"Ah." Yan Hang nodded.

After working until he got off work in the afternoon, Yan Hang felt that his legs were a little stiff. He wondered if the air conditioner was always on in the store, and his head was also a little stuffy.

He hasn't worked part-time this year, and he's not used to standing for such a long time. He won't be too tired after running for two hours, and it's not tiring to stand like this for several hours.

When he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arms, planning to run back and move his body.

Whenever he feels tired, his mood will change, and this kind of change is often caught off guard, and the unreasonable irritability is often already surging when he realizes it. When he comes out of the store, he pretends to greet him. did not see it.

In this state, he usually uses running to adjust.

After running for an hour to sweat a little, take a shower and nestle on the sofa, it will be very comfortable.

But it's not easy to run at this time. It's the weekend, and there are many people in the streets and streets. If you don't get lost... probably only the bad road full of potholes by the river.

The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.

It's not fun not to run, and it's not good to run.

When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he hadn't decided whether to run here or not.

The intersection is a bridge, and the bridge is full of traffic, but the road along the river along the narrow and broken steps beside the bridge is very inconspicuous. There is no "I am a small road along the river full of trees" artistic conception.

After standing on the steps for a while, Yan Hang decided to run back from here.

But after going down the steps and running forward for more than ten meters, he stopped again.

Looking down from the railing, there is actually a person on the river beach full of mud and garbage.

And it appears to be bending over to find something.

Treasure hunt?

Yan Hang was amused by his first reaction, and even his irritability was diluted a little. He walked to the railing to see what the man was doing.

After a second he froze.

The treasure hunter is the first grader.

After Chuyi expressed his gratitude to him yesterday and declined his status as an envoy of justice, he wanted to find a time to return the ten yuan protection fee to Chuyi, and he did not intend to continue to have any contact with this child. .

I didn't expect to meet such a scene on the first day of junior high school again.

He stepped out of the railing and stood on the edge of the river staring at the first day of junior high who was rummaging intently on the river beach below with a stick.

After watching for 5 minutes, I was still in the same posture on the first day of junior high school, and it seemed that there was no progress.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't feel it too clearly when he ran past that night. Standing here today, when the wind blew, he could smell the rotten smell coming from the river.

"Hey!" He yelled towards the bottom.

There was no response on the first day.

Stuttering and deafness.

Yan Hang squatted down, rushed down and whistled again.

The hand holding the stick back and forth on the first day of the junior high school suddenly stopped in the air, and after two seconds, he straightened up abruptly and turned his head, then stood there like that.

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang asked.

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

"Come up!" Yan Hang shouted.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked down at his feet and hesitated.

It was at this moment that Yan Hang saw clearly that more than half of his shoes had disappeared into the black mud.

"Damn it," Yan Hang couldn't bear it a little bit, "come up! Are you Martians so careless! Dirty or not!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he actually smiled, hesitated for a while, and then slowly walked over to the side.

Seeing him walk to the stone below the river, Yan Hang frowned and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Dong, thing." Chuyi looked up at him.

"You answered this nonsense very standardly, come up first." Yan Hang looked to both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the berm a few meters away to the left, which should be the way down from there on the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of junior high school, he looked at the river beach again with some reluctance, and then walked over to the iron ladder.

The lower half of the iron ladder is rusted, and you have to grab the iron bars and kick against the wall to get up. It’s not difficult to go down, just jump down, but it’s not easy to go up, especially for a first-year student...

When Yan Hang was about to go over to see if he could give him a hand, Chuyi jumped up on the spot, grabbed the last step of the iron ladder, then retracted his legs, and kicked against the wall twice, before Yan Hang could reach Beside the ladder, he had climbed over the railing and back onto the road.

"You... have good skills, young man." Yan Hang was a little surprised.

"Yes, I've won the award." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"What are you looking for?" Yan Hang walked to him and asked again.

"Pen." The first day of the junior high school replied, looking a little depressed.

Yan Hang remembered his newly bought notebook. If the broken notebook fell down, do you still look for it?Did you remember something important?But after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait until Chu finished speaking.

He had no choice but to add for the first day of the junior high school: "A notebook?"

"Pen." The first day of the junior high school raised his voice a little.

"Oh, a pen?" Yan Hang finally realized.

Things like paper and pens are far away from his life, so I can only guess that pens are worth more than notebooks?

but……

"You just for a pen?" Yan Hang couldn't understand the brain circuit of their Martians.

"Yeah." Chu nodded and took two steps back.

"Hiding away, can I still beat you up?" Yan Hang felt that his irritability had been shaken away by the first day of junior high school, and sat down on the railing next to him.

"Yes, it smells." The first day of the junior high school sniffed with some embarrassment.

"Oh." He responded.

The two fell silent.

After a moment of silence, Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi: "How did your pen fall there?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and did not speak.

"Was it thrown down?" Yan Hang asked.

The first day of junior high school still did not speak.

"Is it those classmates?" Yan Hang continued to ask.

On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and stomped the mud on my shoes.

Yan Hang fumbled in his pocket, and found a pack of wet tissues that his colleague gave him during lunch.

"Here." He handed over the tissue.

On the first day of junior high school, I took it, took out one, and looked back and forth in my hand.

"Don't you have wet wipes on Mars?" Yan Hang said.

"Come on, I haven't seen it since the earth." The first day of junior high school squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on the shoes.

Yan Hang looked at him. In fact, it doesn't matter if the shoes are polished or not. A pair of very old shoes, the style is still very old, and the street stalls have to be the kind of street stalls in the township market.

"First day of junior high school." Yan Hang called him.

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked up.

"Why are they having trouble with you?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the junior high school, he lowered his head and continued to polish the shoes. After three sheets of paper were blackened, he said: "Hate me."

"Why do I hate you?" Yan Hang jumped off the railing and squatted opposite him.

"I stutter, stutter." Chuyi said.

"Is it because of this?" Yan Hang frowned.

The action of shining shoes on the first day of junior high school paused, and then nodded after a while: "Yeah."

What a fart.

Yan Hang gave him a sideways look and didn't ask any more questions.

Although it is not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenage children may not find a reason for hating someone sometimes. , I am afraid that my pace will not be in line with the main force and I will be drawn to the opposite side.

But the reaction in the first day of junior high school is obviously not just a matter of stuttering.

It's just that Yan Hang didn't want to ask anymore. It was too much effort to communicate with the first grader. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the kid basically didn't have sentences longer than five words.

The exception is when it comes to talking poorly.

... Such a person can still play tricks, Yan Hang couldn't help but stare at him again.

Fantastic.

After polishing the shoes on the first day of the new year, I left. Before I left, I stared at the river beach in a daze for a while.

Yan Hang wanted to ask you if that pen was a gold pen.

Even the gold-plated ones in this frame can't be beaten, so there must be four 9 pure gold ones.

He stayed where he was for a while, guessing that he had already walked out of the road on the first day of the junior high school, so he moved a bit and ran back along the road.

It was still light today, he didn't twist his feet, and he could see the general shape of the road clearly.

Usually, such small roads in the city are quite dirty, people drink too much to vomit, and can't find a toilet to solve it... But this road is actually quite clean.

He ran all the way and wanted to see the tree hole in the first year of junior high school again, but he couldn't find it.

When I got home, my dad had already prepared the dishes.

One dish, one soup.

Boil soup with Chinese cabbage leaves, stir-fry prawns with Chinese cabbage.

"See, this is called a prawn, be touched," said my father, "Drink two cups?"

Yan Hang nodded, very moved.

Dad has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink alcohol. Yan Hang no longer remembers how old he was when he first drank alcohol. In short, in his memory, Dad only needs to say, drink two cups, and they can sit down and drink two cups .

Dad didn't seem to be in a good mood today, he didn't say a word while drinking, he just drank with his head down.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound.

He didn't recover until today's date was announced on the TV news.

He didn't even think of it when he looked at the date when he went out in the morning.

Every year on this day, Dad would be depressed for a day or two.

He didn't ask, but he kept guessing that this day might have something to do with his mother, whom he had no memory of at all.

These two cups were due to dad's drunkenness, and the two of them drank a bit too much. When Yan Hang fell on the bed in a daze, he felt the long-lost sleepiness that came on time.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep until his father came to wake him up the next day.

I bought it earlier, soy milk fritters.

"There's no more Chinese cabbage soup?" Yan Hang yawned.

"I'll cook it for you tonight." Dad said.

"I'll cook at night," Yan Hang said, "Don't do it, the prawns will die in peace."

Dad had fun for a long time with a deep-fried dough stick in his mouth.

When Yan Hang was strolling to the coffee shop, he touched the ten yuan in his pocket, and he forgot to return the money to the first day of junior high school yesterday.

For a person who can dig through the trash with a pen, ten yuan is quite a lot of money.

He took out his mobile phone while walking, intending to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.

Before turning on the phone, I heard someone next to me shouting in a low voice but in a strange tone: "Boss——"

Yan Hang followed the voice and turned his head to take a look.

There were two people at the bus stop on the side of the road. After he looked over, they both turned their heads quickly, as if they didn't know anything.

Yan Hang is not good at knowing the way, but it is okay to recognize people, not to mention that he has met twice.

Offal No. [-] and No. [-].

Thinking of how he was looking for pens in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little irritable, because of the aggrieved temperament of the first day of junior high school, and especially those classmates who had nothing to do with him for fun.

He stopped, turned around and walked in the direction of the two.

No. [-], who pretended to be looking at the stop sign, touched No. [-] with his arm, and both of them turned their heads at the same time, probably because they saw him.

When Yan Hang was still a few meters away from them, they both turned around and ran away at the same time, and ran in two directions.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang quickly picked the little bastard No. [-] and chased after him.

waste!Do you think that if you can't fight, you can run!