A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang's hands are quite thin, but when he holds them so tightly, he can feel the strength of his fingers.

On the first day of junior high school, I can't judge my mood and feelings at this moment, I only know that I should have the same question now.

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

Yes what's the matter?

Chu Yi lowered his eyes to look at Yan Hang's hand. In order to ease the atmosphere, he didn't let go, but grabbed Yan Hang's hand and squeezed it.

Then he said: "Hit, rob."

"Hero, spare your life," Yan Hang said, "The wallet is in your pocket."

Chuyi let go, took out his wallet from Yan Hang's pocket, opened it and looked at it.

Yan Hang's wallet is the same as his room, very simple and neat, except for a few hundred dollars and two cards, there is nothing else in it.

"This is something, something," Chu Yi said, "I still need money, bag."

"...Do you think there should be something else," Yan Hang started the car, "You take a drink bottle for every drink of water."

"Who said that?" The first day of the junior high school took out the cup that Yan Hang bought for him from his bag, and shook it in front of him, "Did you see, one, more than 100."

"Really?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Can you afford it?" Chu Yi said.

"I can't afford it." Yan Hang said.

"Driving well, car, drive well, I'll let you touch it later, touch it." Chu put the cup back into the bag.

"Thank you." Yan Hang nodded.

Chu leaned his head against the window glass and looked outside.

Apart from his father's car, he had ridden in his aunt's car, but the times were very few, and he didn't have any special feelings about the co-pilot position.

For the first time today, I feel that even for such a large SUV, the distance between the driver's seat and the co-pilot is still very close.

He leaned against the car window, and he could still feel Yan Hang's body temperature on his left arm.

...seems a bit too exaggerated?

He turned his head and took a look, sure he was hallucinating, they were both wearing coats, and the distance between them was enough for another person to sit.

When Yan Hang turned his head towards him, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and quickly lowered his eyelids, pretending to look at his hands.

Yan Hang continued to look forward, and after a while, Yan Hang glanced this way again, although the angle was not wide, he still felt it.

When he was about to turn out of the parking lot, Yan Hang looked this way for the third time.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't help touching his face and asked.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was taken aback.

"My face, my face..." Chu Yi touched his head again, "It's still the head..."

"I'm looking in the rearview mirror." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Chuyi turned sideways abruptly, and pressed his face to the glass to ease the embarrassment.

The car passed a speed bump at this time, the body of the car bounced, and his nose hit the glass with great accuracy.

"Ah." He frowned and cried out in a low voice, covering his sore nose with his hands.

Yan Hang stopped the car, turned around and put his arms on the back of the chair to look at him: "First day of junior high school."

"Hmm." Chu Yi answered while covering his nose.

"Are you okay?" Yan Hang asked, "Why do you feel a little dazed?"

"Sleepy." Chu said in a low voice.

"Then sleep for a while." Yan Hang pushed the side of his chair, and pressed the backrest down with his hands.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

This is very good, closing his eyes and not being able to see Yan Hang, he is not so overwhelmed.

A gust of warm wind rushed over his face, Yan Hang took off his coat and covered him.

He closed his eyes and touched it with his hands, and then put his hands in the pockets of his coat. One pocket contained a wallet and the other contained keys, and he grabbed them both.

Since he was a child, he often heard his father talk about various accidents while driving. In theory, he would be worried about a driver like Yan Hang who can drive but doesn't usually touch the car. He is often worried even when his aunt is driving.

But at the moment he is very down-to-earth.

Yan Hang looks handsome while driving, and his movements seem to be very stable. He is very relaxed, and he can't tell that he doesn't drive normally.

At the beginning of the first day of junior high school, he would open his eyes from time to time to look at Yan Hang, and he fell asleep within a few minutes of getting on the highway.

He fell asleep all the way on the first day of the junior high school, and Yan Hang glanced at him when he got off the high-speed toll booth, sleeping with his head on his side so that his mouth was half-open.

Yan Hang stretched out his hand and gently pushed his chin up, Chuyi snorted in a daze: "Huh?"

"There's still a while," Yan Hang smiled, "Did it wake you up?"

"No." On the first day of the junior high school, she continued to sleep without opening her eyes.

Yan Hang didn't speak to him again.

The first two days of the first day of junior high school have been a little strange. He has felt a little bit since before going home, and now this feeling is more obvious, but he can't find the reason for a while.

Yan Hang couldn't imagine how much pressure the family in the first year of junior high school put on him, but whenever he thought of the old lady with earthworm eyebrows, he wanted to frown.

It is a miracle that a child who grew up in such a family can grow up to be like the first grader in junior high school.

But the emotions of the first day of junior high school must not only go back home.

While waiting for the red light, Yan Hang looked at him again. It is impossible to say that he could not hide his emotions on the first day of the junior high school. When he was bullied before, he could not find any emotion in his expression or eyes, so he could calm down It was incomprehensible, but if he could really hide his emotions... He really didn't hide his emotions well this time.

Yan Hang felt that some of his guesses were unfounded, but he had such a guess when he said "I miss you so much" with a tremor on the first day of junior high school.

It's just that when he asked Chuyi if he was expressing his love for Zhou Chunyang before, Chuyi's nervous reaction made him feel that it was impossible.

He always thought that he was quite accurate in judging people, but he was a little confused about the first year of junior high school.

After all, he has always maintained a variety of near or far distances, observing those around him with the eyes of an outsider.

The first day of junior high school is not "those people".

The first day of junior high school is a part of his life. Many times he feels that the first day of junior high school is like a puppy. After feeding it some food, he wants to be next to him, licking his hands and rubbing his head. , enjoying the intimacy that he may not have experienced in more than ten years.

He himself was very touched by this point.

The first day of junior high school is the person he is closest to besides his father, the person he would feel so strongly "reluctant to part with" when he left for the first time, although it is not like the first day of junior high school, only one day apart feels like ten years We met again later, but he really liked staying with the first day of the junior high school.

Rubbing his head, scratching his chin... The car in front stopped, and Yan Hang stepped on the brake quickly.

Sitting up on the first day of the junior high school: "What's wrong!"

"It's a bit blocked." Yan Hang said.

"Are you, aren't you leaving, God?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Yo," Yan Hang smiled, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"For traffic jams, need to be in a hurry, should you brake?" Chu straightened the back of the seat, "I told you to brake, almost slipped out of the brakes, and slipped out."

"Missed." Yan Hang nodded.

"Concentrate," Chu Yi looked at him seriously, "after all, you are only, just a dick, a knife."

"Okay." Yan Hang laughed.

"Seriously," Chu Yi pointed to the front, "Open."

"Don't sleep anymore?" Yan Hang followed the car in front.

"What's the matter, why don't you sleep," Chuyi rubbed his eyes, "I'll guide, guide, navigate for you."

"Yes, yes, yes, there is a car," Yan Hang said with a smile, "I crashed before I finished talking."

"You bully me, don't you have a sense of accomplishment?" Chu Yi said.

"Yes," Yan Hang stretched out his hand and pawed his head twice, "It's very fun."

"Put your hand on the steering wheel, put it on the board!" Chu Yi said.

"Okay!" Yan Hang grabbed the steering wheel.

When we arrived at the hotel, it happened to be almost dinner time in the restaurant, and while we were still parking in the parking lot, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.

"Quick, I'll take you to the lounge," Yan Hang said while holding his mobile phone, "I should be busy."

"Don't worry, just worry about me," the first day of the junior high school quickly waved his hand, "I'm in the car, car, and sleep in the car."

"Huh?" Yan Hang was taken aback.

"En." Chu nodded.

"...It's fine," Yan Hang handed him the car keys, "Go to sleep, keep the windows open."

"I know." Chu Yi smiled.

Yan Hang closed the car door, and ran into the back door of the hotel while answering the phone.

On the first day of junior high school, I was stunned for a while holding the remote control in the car. Although my father has been driving for a long time, he has basically never been in the car, let alone how to control it.

It stands to reason that it should be to insert the car key and turn on the electric door, and then open the window.

But after he put the car key in, he hesitated and didn't dare to turn it, fearing that the car would go off in a whiz. Cui Yi's car looked expensive at first glance, and he couldn't afford to pay for it.

Finally he opened the car door a crack.

Just about to lie down and sleep for a while, the car started beeping, beeping.

He had to sit up again and closed the car door.

Just thinking about forgetting to sleep like this and probably not dying, someone knocked on the car window twice.

It's the security of the hotel.

He opened the car door with great embarrassment.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" the security guard asked.

"I'll wait, wait for someone," Chu Yi said, "Yan, Yan Hang."

"Oh, wait for Xiaoyan." The security guard nodded.

"Can you open the window?" Chu Yi asked.

The security guard opened the window for him a crack, and after walking away with a smile, Chu Yi lay down on the chair and sighed.

I am ashamed of Xiaoyan.

Xiaoyan's friend can't even open the car windows.

Xiaoyan's coat was not taken away.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took the coat and covered himself, and closed his eyes.

The coat smelled of Xiaoyan, to be precise, it was a very light perfume.

Xiaoyan is a very smug and particular person.

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled. For some reason, when he heard someone called Yan Hang Xiaoyan, he felt very satisfied.

"I just got out of the elevator," Yan Hang walked towards the parking lot while holding the phone, "Are you in a hurry? If not, I'll sign tomorrow."

"No hurry," Zhang Chen said, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

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

"Foreman Yan," Zhang Chen was taken aback, "The Mid-Autumn Festival was yesterday."

"My Mid-Autumn Festival is today," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm dead."

Today he came out earlier than usual, and there are still many customers in the restaurant. Although there is nothing particularly important, he will definitely not leave in this situation, and he will wait for all the customers to leave. before leaving.

But if it is the same today, the time spent in the car on the first day of junior high school is a bit too long.

Yan Hang walked to the side of the car and looked in through the half-open window. On the first day of the junior high school, he was still sleeping soundly covered with his coat.

Judging by his attitude, he probably didn't sleep much in the past two days when he got home.

Yan Hang knocked on the car window: "First day of junior high school."

Opened his eyes on the first day of the lunar new year, sat up while yawning: "Xiao Yan."

"... Hey." Yan Hang responded.

Chuyi took the remote control and pressed it, he opened the car door, poked in and looked at Chuyi's face: "There are flowers on my face."

"Sleep completely, fell asleep." The first day of the junior high school rubbed his face with some embarrassment.

Yan Hang took a bucket of wet tissues from the glove box and put them on Chuyi's lap: "Wipe your face and wake up."

When he walked around to the other side and got into the car, Chu pulled out a wet tissue and was looking at it in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang started the car.

"It's so advanced, ah," said the first day of the junior high school, "it's pulled out like a scroll, and it came out?"

"Is it as high-end as roll paper?" Yan Hang sighed, "Do you want it? I also have it there, bought it at a ten-yuan store."

"Yes." On the first day of the lunar new year, he pulled out another sheet and wiped it on his face.

"Kid." Yan Hang smiled.

"You are the most successful and mature," he turned his head after thinking about it on the first day of the junior high school, "Xiao Yan."

"Why?" Yan Hang replied.

"You call, call me." Chu Yi said.

"Xiao Chu." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day of the junior high school, there was a voice: "It's really ugly, it's not as good as Xiao, Xiaoyan is nice."

"Puppy." Yan Hang said.

"Hey." The first day of the junior high school answered.

"Wag your tail." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, while pulling the seat belt, he turned sideways and put his hands behind his back and shook him.

Yan Hang smiled and slapped him on the hand: "You are really cute."

When the car drove to the gate of the community, Cui Yi was already standing on the side of the road with a lot of things, Yan Hang put down the car window and looked at him: "You drive me?"

"You drive," Cui Yi opened the back door and got into the car, "I'll let you have fun."

"Hello, Uncle Cui." The first day of the junior high school turned around and said hello.

"It's good to be a little boy," Cui Yi said and looked at him again, "It seems that he's not a little boy anymore? It feels like he's grown up a little bit since last time."

"Really?" Yan Hang turned his head to look at the first day of junior high school.

The first day also looked at him.

It was already dark now, only the light coming in from the front illuminated half of Chu's face, the golden hair tip and the outline drawn between light and dark, it really didn't look like a puppy anymore.

It must be a...a middle dog.

They were a little excited on the first day of the new year. Originally they planned to have a meal first and then go to the beach to watch the moon, but Cui Yi thought it would be more appropriate to go directly to the beach. With a tent, they can eat until midnight.

This proposal surprised the first day of junior high school.

There are tents, and you can start watching the moon in advance.

When the car drove towards the beach, he kept lying by the window, staring outside, a little anxious.

I thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival had already passed, and there might be no one on the beach, but when they parked, they still saw more than a dozen parked cars on the first day of the new year.

"There are quite a few people." Yan Hang got out of the car.

"Also, is there a place to put a tent?" Chu Yi jumped out of the car.

"It's such a big beach." Cui Yi opened the car door and handed down a big bag of food. "If you have time, you can build a table for a tent."

On the first day of the junior high school, I looked up at the sky.

The moon is big.

very round.

It feels like you can touch its head by raising your hand.

The beach is very close to the roadside, and you can't walk far before you step on the sand.

Under the moonlight, I could see many people and tents that had already been set up. I was a little anxious on the first day of the new year, and walked in the front with my things.

"Don't go forward," Yan Hang said, "It's windy, just stay by the side."

At first glance, there is an old fishing boat next to it, which is quite big. There is a small tent at the stern, and there is still a wide space at the bow.

He doesn't know how to pitch a tent, so he can only watch Cui Yi and Yan Hang busy.

After the tent was set up, Yan Hang lifted the curtain: "Go in and have a party? I think you are dying of anxiety."

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't speak, I felt like an arrow, I rushed in with a swish, and lay down on the mat.

The mat is a moisture-proof mat, which is quite thin. When you lie on it, you can feel the undulating beach below.

"How do you feel?" Yan Hang also got in, propped his arms beside him, and looked left and right.

"Shuang," Chu Yi turned his head and rested his head on the bulging sand below, "Xiaowo."

"What nest?" Yan Hang looked down at him.

"It's just... a small shack," Chu Yi smiled, "it's very warm, warm."

Yan Hang also likes this kind of feeling. In a very small space, you can touch the four walls and feel the package, which makes people feel safe.

He is probably because he is the only one at home a lot of the time, and it is a little empty, and the first year of junior high school is probably because there are too many people in the family, and there is no place for him.

Yan Hang reached out and touched his face: "I'll buy you a tent, you can take it to the dormitory and put it on your bed."

Chu Yi squinted his eyes, and the moment Yan Hang's hand stroked his face, he suddenly felt an indescribably comfortable feeling.

Maybe it's because the tent is quite warm, maybe he likes this small space, maybe... He suddenly wants to turn his head and kiss Yan Hang's hand.

This thought made him more flustered than when he found out that he missed Yan Hang very much.

After a second of trance, he was frightened, and his heart beat so hard that he was almost out of breath.

What exactly happened here!

"No, no need," he pushed Yan Hang's arm violently, "How stupid, ah."

"...Oh." Yan Hang was stunned.

"Lay a mat here?" Cui Yi asked outside the tent, "Or just eat inside?"

"Let's eat outside," Yan Hang retreated backwards, "Don't we still have to watch the moon?"

"Well," Cui Yi flipped through the things they brought over, "Is there a small alcohol stove that I didn't bring?"

"Where did you put it?" Yan Hang asked, "I'll get it."

"In the trunk." Cui Yi said.

Yan Hang got up and walked over to the parking lot.

After walking to the side of the car, he lit a cigarette and leaned against the car door.

He was a little embarrassed to be pushed away by Chuyi just now.

I don't know if it's because he is no longer a child in the first day of junior high school, and he can no longer accept his way of petting a puppy to tease a child, or because of other reasons.

In short, this way of being rejected abruptly made him a little embarrassed.

He took the lighter, turned it on and off, turned it on and off again.

Little fart, if it was last year, I would never dare to make such an arrogant move on the first day of the new year.

Now he is really a dog brother, which is amazing.

Very cool.

Gee.

There were footsteps behind the car, with a rustle.

Yan Hang quickly reached into his pocket to grab the key, and clamped a small iron vertebra hanging from the key between his fingers.

"Yan Hang?" The voice of the first day of junior high school came over.

"Here," Yan Hang responded, seeing Chu Yi turn around from the back of the car, he released the key with his hand in his pocket, "Why did you come here?"

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't speak, just stood beside him.

"Is it embarrassing to be with Uncle Cui?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," said Chu Yi, "he is very special, very good."

"Then what's the matter?" Yan Hang looked over there, only to see a vague figure of Cui Yi, who didn't know what he was busy with.

"Help me, the stove." Chu Yi said.

"An alcohol stove, do you want to help me get it?" Yan Hang laughed, "Do you think it's a coal stove?"

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't speak, nor did he smile with him, just lowered his eyelids.

"Then help me carry it, it's too heavy," Yan Hang opened the trunk, "A handsome guy like us who has no strength to restrain a dog..."

"If," Chu Yi turned to look at him, "Zhou Chunyang..."

And Zhou Chunyang?

Yan Hang held on to the trunk door, feeling helpless.

I feel like I should find a time to ask Zhou Chunyang out for a beating.

"What happened to Zhou Chunyang?" Yan Hang sighed.

"If he tells you that he likes you," Chuyi bit his lips and frowned, "what will you do, how will you answer him?"

Yan Hang was stunned.

He suddenly realized that the strange emotions in the first year of junior high school should have started after Zhou Chunyang told him about it?

"Didn't I say it?" He took out the alcohol stove and handed it to Chuyi, "I don't hate it, nor do I dislike it."

"It's not this, this... yes, yes," the first day of the junior high school held the alcohol stove, and said very hard, "he wants to be the one, ask in person, what do you say, how do you answer, answer?"

Yan Hang stared at the first day of junior high school, trying to figure out the answer he really wanted behind this question.

He had never discussed such an embarrassing topic with the first year of junior high school. Compared with the answer to this question, what was more important was why the first year of junior high school asked this question.

On the first day of junior high school, I hope to know how he will answer a boy's confession.

On the first day of junior high school, when he touched his face, he pushed his hand away very doggyly.

"You're not homophobic, are you?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ah?" Chuyi also looked at him with a confused face, "Homophobia, what?"

"Just hate homosexuality and want to keep a distance from them?" Yan Hang said.

"No, no." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang closed the trunk and thought for a while, "If he comes to tell me he likes me, I'll probably say thank you."

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, it took a while before he asked, "Is it gone?"

"It's gone," Yan Hang said, "what else can I say, the words are all in the words thank you, fools understand... let's go, eat the moon."