A Lucky Coin

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang stood in front of his closet, just opened the closet door to take out clothes to change, when he heard the words of the first day of the junior high school, he stopped, "What happened?"

"No, it's not," the first day of the junior high school hesitated, "nothing happened."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Yan Hang leaned against the cabinet and asked softly.

"I don't know." The voice of the first day of junior high school was a little muffled.

"Where are you now?" Yan Hang didn't ask him.

The phrase "I'm afraid" on the first day of junior high school made Yan Hang a little distressed. He didn't know whether he was thinking of himself or the previous first day of junior high school.

A person is afraid of many things. Sometimes he is afraid of a certain person, a certain thing, or a certain feeling, but sometimes he has no reason, no reason, just pure fear.

"By the river." There was still a slight tremor in Chuyi's voice.

"Is there the tree hole?" Yan Hang asked.

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"I talked in the tree hole," Yan Hang smiled, "Go and listen to it, see if you can hear it?"

"Say, say, what's wrong?" The first day of junior high school was a little surprised.

"How can I tell you what I told the tree hole," Yan Hang said, "Go and listen."

On the first day of junior high school, he probably walked towards the tree hole. After a while, he said again: "You are, didn't you call me a dirt, a dirt dog?"

Yan Hang laughed: "Did you hear that?"

"I guess." Chuyi also smiled.

"I really called a dog." Yan Hang said.

"What?

"Before I leave," Yan Hang said, "I went there to say goodbye to you."

"Really?" Chu Yi's voice raised.

"En." Yan Hang responded.

The first day of junior high school over there didn't speak for a long time, and finally sighed: "You are smart, your IQ doesn't seem to be very good, it's not very high, it's high."

Yan Hang laughed for a long time.

In fact, what he said in the tree hole that day, he can no longer fully recount it, but he still remembers the feeling at that time.

Thinking about it now, I feel a little weird.

They still have a day when they eat and chat together or even sit on the balcony and watch the moon together.

So earthy, so cautious, and so unassuming in the first day of junior high school, it can bring such incredible things, which is quite incredible in itself.

After chatting with Yan Hang for a while, I felt a little calmer on the first day of the junior high school.

After hanging up the phone, he sat by the river until after ten o'clock. The night wind was already very cold, and he didn't wear enough clothes. It was too cold to bear, so he got up and walked back slowly.

His fearful feeling towards Yan Hang was still in his heart, but after hearing Yan Hang's voice, he was suppressed by relief and relaxation.

Before seeing Yan Hang, he didn't dare to think about what was going on.

Maybe only when he sees Yan Hang, meets Yan Hang, and face-to-face is unavoidable, he can think clearly.

Right now, as long as he goes home, let alone thinking about this feeling, he will feel irritated even thinking about when to sleep and when to wake up.

The house is like a pool of stagnant water. When the door is opened, there is only the sound of the TV in the living room.

Mom probably fell asleep, the door was closed, and grandpa was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV in a daze.

He took a towel and toothbrush from his bag to wash up, only to find that the faucet in the toilet sink was broken, and the water had to be turned on directly to the main valve.

He sighed. There is a spare faucet at home. Grandpa bought it when he was wandering in the second-hand market. If it breaks, it is usually his father and grandpa who can repair it.

Now it seems that grandpa has lost all energy to change the faucet.

He dug out an old faucet in a drawer, found duct tape and a wrench, and replaced the faucet.

Holding the edge of the pool and watching the water flowing out, he panicked.

This family used to be like this, full of anger, dissatisfaction, suspicion and mutual hurt, but it has never been like this, making him feel dilapidated.

The feeling of collapsing at any moment.

After washing and returning to the living room, grandpa had already gone into the room to sleep.

When he also entered the room to sleep, he found that his small bed had been dismantled, and there were two cardboard boxes stacked on the place where the bed was placed, which probably contained some of his sundries.

He froze for a moment, retreated to the living room, and opened the drawer of his small desk.

There was nothing in the drawer at first, and he took away what he would use at any time, leaving some notebooks and gadgets, some broken pens, half a bottle of ink, small glass balls...

They are all worthless and useless things.

But he was still a little sad when he opened the drawer and found that they were all gone.

The drawers are stuffed full, grandma's comb, cigarette case, grandpa's tea, and even a few packs of prickly ash.

This small desk and that bed are probably the places he remembers the most in this home, especially the small desk. When the desk lamp is turned on, the small square illuminated by the light is his only independent space.

He froze in front of the desk for a while, then went to the sofa and lay down, took the quilt from the grandmother next to him and covered his legs, and closed his eyes.

-I went to see my grandparents today, and stayed at my grandparents’ house tonight

-I wanted to go to the boxing gym first. Coach He and the others are home from vacation. I will go to the airport early tomorrow morning

The message came early in the morning on the first day of the new year.

As soon as Yan Hang got off the bus, he sent him a message while walking towards the hotel.

- forgot to ask you to bring back another box of mooncakes

- i bought mooncakes and fruits

-Then you spend good time with grandpa and grandma today, I will pick you up at the airport tomorrow

- don't you have time, i know how to go

Yan Hang smiled. When he entered the hotel gate, he habitually glanced aside while typing. He didn't know if it was a hallucination or an illusion or something else. He felt that someone was watching him from the flower garden.

He stopped and turned to look over.

There are sidewalks on the other side of the flower garden, and there are many people coming and going. In just standing for three to five seconds, there may be seven or eight people walking past.

Theoretically, he shouldn't be able to see clearly, whether there is anyone watching him or not.

- have time, don't worry

He replied to the first day of the junior high school and walked into the hotel.

Every day's work is similar. After changing to the new shift arrangement, everyone has gradually adapted to it. As long as no one makes mistakes and no customers make trouble, his work all day is just repetition.

But today's work is a little different. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is a western restaurant, it has to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the tables for the evening are also booked out.

He had to stare at people today to double-check the festivals that should be arranged and prepared in the store.

"Manager Tang just came and asked us to find a few people to sing the English version to the guests during dinner. I hope they will last forever." Zhang Chen stood at the bar with a broken expression.

"What?" Yan Hang was stunned, "What are you singing?"

"When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine..." Zhang Chen sang, and then added, "For the English version, I just ask Xiaoyan to translate it."

"I'll turn it over..." Yan Hang was helpless, "What a ghost."

He went directly to Manager Tang, not to mention anything else, everyone was so busy at dinner time, where can we arrange someone, or "several people" to sing, and have to learn the English version now?

Moreover, the translation of lyrics is different from the usual translation. It also requires word count and rhyme.

"Manager Tang," Yan Hang knocked on the door and entered the office, "Just about the singing..."

"What do you think? Although it's a western restaurant, this is also our traditional festival. It's more atmospheric and meaningful." Manager Tang said with a smile.

Looking at his expression, Yan Hang knew that it might be impossible to cancel the singing session. Manager Tang was obviously satisfied with his idea, and he might even think that he could win the Best Creative Award from the catering department.

"I think it would be more appropriate to sing Chinese?" Yan Hang could only temporarily retreat and settle for the next best thing.

"Why? Isn't it good for foreign guests to understand?" Manager Tang said.

"This is our traditional festival. Wouldn't it be interesting for foreign guests to experience the authentic festival atmosphere?" Yan Hang said, "Eat Chinese mooncakes and listen to Chinese songs? It's hard to understand the lyrics translated into English." The charm of Chinese poetry..."

"Well," Manager Tang fell into deep thought, "it makes sense."

"Then..." Yan Hang looked at him.

"It makes sense," Manager Tang pointed at him, "I will sing in Chinese as you said."

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

"No—yes—right—" Zhang Chen and the other two waitresses elongated their voices with sadness on their faces.

"I've already fought for it. It's my deepest affection for you if you don't let you learn English now," Yan Hang said. Give me a chance to get off work two hours earlier, and I will arrange it by myself."

"Can you come two hours late?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

The three girls gritted their teeth and agreed.

"Actually, it's for you to save face," Zhang Chen said, "otherwise, even if Tang personally told us about such an embarrassing matter, we might not agree to it if he gave us a day off."

"Yes." The other two girls agreed.

"Thank you." Yan Hang cupped his fists.

- do you still have traffic

When Yan Hang sent the message, on the first day of the junior high school, he was sitting with his grandparents among the flowers and plants on the rooftop to eat. The wind was quite cold, but grandpa put a small stove next to him to heat the dishes, which was quite comfortable.

- yes , i don ' t even need it

- Here comes the video, 5 minutes

-? ? ? ?

Yan Hang didn't answer, and sent a video directly, and he quickly picked it up on the first day of the junior high school.

In the picture is Yan Hang's restaurant, the camera shakes, and it can be heard that there are many customers there.

"What is this?" Grandpa asked.

"My friend and I watched the video." Chu turned the screen of his mobile phone to show his grandfather, "My friend is here, and there is a special five-star hotel west, the restaurant is the foreman, the foreman."

"Look," Grandpa tugged at Grandma's sleeve, "My friend from the first year of junior high school, we made a friend who is a five-star foreman on the first day of junior high school."

"Hey," Grandma heard, and immediately came over, "Where is it?"

The moment Yan Hang's face appeared on the screen, Chuyi's nose suddenly felt sour, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, as if he hadn't seen Yan Hang for another year, he couldn't think about it.

"Is this... Grandpa and grandma?" Yan Hang probably didn't expect that there would be other people appearing in the camera, so he was taken aback.

"My grandpa, grandma," Chu Yi smiled and pointed to the screen, "Yan Hang, my friend, my friend."

"Hello, hello." Grandpa and grandma waved to the screen together.

"Grandpa and grandma, happy Mid-Autumn Festival," Yan Hang said with a smile, "It's just right, let's listen to the song together, our restaurant's... program."

There were a few girls singing over there, and Yan Hang's camera turned around.

At first glance, it made me want to laugh. Several young ladies stood in the middle of the restaurant, arm in arm and sang together: "When will the bright moon come... Ask the wine to the sky..."

I heard this song in the first day of junior high school, but I can't sing it. He can only sing happy birthday and count ducks.

They all sang like chanting scriptures.

"Is this a show?" Grandma asked quietly.

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

"This is a place to eat Western food," Grandpa said to her, "Look at some foreigners, and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with them."

After the young lady sang the song, the guests all applauded, and the grandparents followed suit.

"It's very interesting." Grandma said with a smile.

Yan Hang's face reappeared in the camera, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"Very good," Chu Yi leaned back in his chair, nodded with a smile, "It sounds good."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Hang said.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival," Chuyi said, his nose sore again, so he turned around and hid aside, "The moon is full."

"Tomorrow will be the roundest," Yan Hang said, "Go to the beach to see it at night."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, staring at Yan Hang's face.

"I have to hang up," Yan Hang said, "I'm busy right now, so I just want you to watch it for fun."

"Okay." Chu Yi laughed.

"Stay with grandpa and grandma well," Yan Hang said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

After the video hung up, he held his phone and watched it for a long time, and he put the phone back in his pocket when the screen went black.

It was the first time he knew it, and it was only a day since they were separated, thinking that even staring at each other face to face couldn't relieve him.

He stared at the rice bowl in front of him.

In this strong yearning, more and more panic and fear began to appear together.

When he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, he found his hands were shaking.

"Then do I have to go buy some food and drink in advance?" Cui Yi handed the car keys to Yan Hang.

"I bought them all," Yan Hang took the key, "Go to dinner at night, pick up the things and go straight there."

"Okay," Cui Yi nodded, "Then I don't care about anything."

"Just wait and eat." Yan Hang smiled.

"Drive slowly." Cui Yi pointed at him.

"Got it." Yan Hang said.

The plane for the first day of junior high school arrived in the afternoon. After lunch time today, he took two hours off and drove directly to pick up the first day of junior high school in Cui Yi's car, which was more convenient.

In fact, you can also take a taxi, and the time is faster than coming back to pick up the car, but he just wants to surprise the first day of junior high school and be happy. The mood of the first day of junior high school these two days is not right, and it is enough to go home and go back like this at a loss.

The plane was not delayed, which is a bit miraculous.

"I'm here," the first day of junior high school called, "I'm here."

"I'm just standing there at the exit," Yan Hang said, "You can see me as soon as you come out."

"What to wear, what clothes?" Chuyi asked.

"Grey jacket, inside is our uniform shirt and uniform pants," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't have time to change clothes."

"Well," the voice of the first day of junior high school trembled, "I'll run, run out."

"Don't run, just walk," Yan Hang said, "The security guards thought you were going to sabotage after a while."

"Oh." Chuyi replied.

Changed from jogging to brisk walking, and decided to run after a few steps in the first grade of junior high school, until the security guards catch him.

He ran forward along the wall, and when he saw the crowd standing outside the hall, he felt a surge of excitement, and he turned a bit smoothly while running.

As he looked out, he slowed down and adjusted his pace.

Yan Hang is very conspicuous, not to mention that he asked Yan Hang what clothes to wear in advance, even if he didn't know that Yan Hang was outside, he can see him at a glance now.

That's the most handsome little brother in the first row.

The people next to him waved outside from time to time. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still raised his hand and waved to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang didn't see him.

He jumped again.

Yan Hang's eyes fell on him, and he smiled and waved at him.

When he ran out, Yan Hang was already standing in the middle of the exit.

He spread his arms as he ran.

A few days ago, he thought it was very stupid to run over face to face, but now it doesn't matter at all, and he doesn't feel much when the bag is smashed up and down on his buttocks, that is, there is no runway here, otherwise he can fly over directly.

Yan Hang also opened his arms with a smile.

He rushed two steps forward and hugged Yan Hang.

"Hey," Yan Hang was hit by him and took a few steps back before stopping, "I don't know, I thought we hadn't seen each other for ten years."

"100 years." On the first day of junior high school, he hugged Yan Hang tightly.

You can feel Yan Hang's body with your arms, you can feel the temperature of your face against his neck, you can hear real voices in your ears, and you can smell the faint scent of perfume on Yan Hang's body...

Until now, at this second, his longing for Yan Hang finally came to the ground.

His emotions seemed to be scalded by the warm atmosphere all around him. Before he even felt his nose sore, tears welled up.

Yan Hang was stunned for a moment before whispering in his ear: "Aren't you Brother Gou? Are you crying again?"

"Whatever, cry." Chu put his eyes on Yan Hang's shoulder.

"I really want those who say you're cool to see it," Yan Hang said with a smile, "Crying every now and then, how cool is it?"

On the first day of the new year, without making a sound, he hugged Yan Hang tightly.

He didn't raise his head until Yan Hang dragged him to a place where no one was around.

"Finished crying?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Yeah." On the first day of the junior high school, he let go of Yan Hang, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

Yan Hang gave him a tissue, and he grabbed it and wiped it on his face a few times, maybe because his emotions were too intense, and now he started to feel embarrassed.

In the time he has known Yan Hang, he has seen Yan Hang cry once, and he can hardly count the number of times he cried when he had a disagreement for no reason.

"Come with me to the restaurant," Yan Hang patted his face, "It's time for dinner soon, you wait for me in the lounge, and watch the moon when you're done?"

"Will it affect your work?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's not every day, it's okay," Yan Hang said, "I just see you like this and let you go back and wait. I'm afraid you will cry again."

"Not at all." The first day of the junior high school smiled a little embarrassedly.

When walking out with Yan Hang, Chuyi found that he didn't go to the taxi, but went directly to the parking lot.

"How, how do we go?" He asked.

"Guess?" Yan Hang said.

"It's okay to run back." He nodded.

Yan Hang smiled and hugged him on the shoulder: "Little dog, I will be your driver today."

"Ah?" Chu Yi was taken aback for a while, but didn't react.

"I drove here." Yan Hang took out the key from his pocket, and threw it in his hand.

"You can drive, car?" The first day of the junior high school was very surprised. He never knew that Yan Hang could drive, and he didn't even think about whether Yan Hang could drive.

"I can drive at the age of ten," Yan Hang said, "My dad borrowed a car from somewhere and taught me for half a month."

"Ah!" The first day of junior high school was even more surprised.

"What?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"When you were ten or 14 years old, you were one meter or four," said the first day of the junior high school.

"Get lost." Yan Hang answered him very simply.

"Really ten years old?" Chu Yi asked.

"I was really taller than 14 meters when I was 1.4 years old," Yan Hang sighed while laughing, "I didn't push it backwards like you. Were you [-] meter tall when you were ten years old?"

"Maybe." The first day of the junior high school thought about it.

Yan Hang hugged him and laughed.

The first day of junior high school also smiled hey.

Very happy.

This kind of happiness is real happiness. I don't think about anything, I can't think of anything, and I feel happy because Yan Hang is by my side.

"The car belongs to Cui Yi." Yan Hang pressed the remote control, and a black SUV in front flashed its lights, "Old man model, if I buy a car in the future, I don't want black."

"Red, it's pretty." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "I thought you were going to say that fans look good."

"It's also pretty." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

"Get in the car," Yan Hang went over and opened the co-pilot's door, "Brother Dog."

On the first day of junior high school, he got into the car with some excitement, then watched Yan Hang go around the front of the car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

"Seat belt." Yan Hang closed the car door.

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, he pulled the seat belt, but he couldn't find the socket for a long time.

"I'll do it." Yan Hang leaned over and pulled out the socket from under the cushion.

Chuyi stared at Yan Hang's hand, watching his slender fingers pull the buckle of the seat belt, and then insert and push it in. It was a very casual movement, but it was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

When Yan Hang withdrew his hand to start the car, he grabbed Yan Hang's hand.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was taken aback.

He was also stunned.