A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang I like you.

At the end of the first day of junior high school, I chose this very old-fashioned way of expression with no new ideas, no skills, and no way out.

The only little leeway left to himself was probably because he didn't face Yan Hang face to face, so if there was any embarrassing expression on Yan Hang's face, he couldn't see it.

It's not so embarrassing if he can't see it, even if he refuses, he can avoid half of the double blow of language and expression.

And just such a sentence, for him, almost used up all his courage.

He just held his mobile phone, stood on the sidewalk, there were street lights in front and behind, he just stood in the unobstructed light, there was a car passing by on the left, and someone walked by on the right. For a dog, this is a scene that was unimaginable before.

I like you.

He just stood there, looking ahead.

After saying this sentence, the surroundings became silent, all his perceptions were turned off, and all the capturing ability was reserved for the right ear attached to the phone receiver.

Yan Hang I like you.

The receiver was very quiet, and Yan Hang's breathing could be clearly heard paused by this sudden sentence on the first day of junior high school.

His heart was beating so fast that everything around him ceased to exist.

nervous, scared.

There is also a trace of regret.

He didn't know how long Yan Hang's pause was.

0.1 seconds or 0.2 seconds, longer or shorter.

He doesn't know.

He suddenly wanted to hang up the phone, and it was only at this moment that he realized that waiting for an answer was much more difficult than saying "I like you".

After a brief pause in the receiver, he heard Yan Hang's panting, accompanied by a very low sound... He couldn't figure out what the sound meant, whether it was a snort, a sigh, or something else.

Before he could try to judge from the confusion, there were a few more clicks.

The phone hangs up.

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, he froze in place, holding up the phone.

Yan Hang hung up the phone.

After he said "I like you", Yan Hang hung up the phone.

At this moment, he even lost the ability to experience what it was like, only confused.

The silence from the receiver disappeared.

The silence around him also disappeared.

His perception slowly returned to his body, he heard a car passing by, saw two passers-by passing by him, he even saw an oncoming aunt sweeping over his face with a little inquiry gaze.

At this moment, he wanted to dodge very much, shrunk up, and huddled into the shadow of the tree next to him, huddled to the corner of the wall.

With great difficulty, he took the phone to his eyes and looked at it. The screen was already black.

He turned on the screen, and the call interface had disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

He was hung up by Yan Hang.

How could this be?

Yan Hang had never treated him so simply and rudely.

Except for those little bastards who caused trouble, the Yan Hang in his heart would not have such an attitude towards strangers.

Is it because this is a "confession" call?

But Yan Hang clearly said that he would say thank you.

Even Zhou Chunyang can get a gentle thank you.

Why do you have such an answer?

Chu Yi frowned, looking down at his toes.

Yan Hang why?

What's going on here?

……What's wrong?

Yes, what's wrong?

The first day of the junior high school raised his head abruptly, and after a moment of hesitation, he dialed Yan Hang's number again, and when he put the phone to his ear, he found his hands were shaking.

He didn't believe that Yan Hang would hang up on him.

I also don't believe that Yan Hang would reject him in this way.

Yan Hang is not such a person.

Yan Hang is someone who still thinks about whether he has eaten or not and wants to order takeaway when the whole person is plunged into darkness.

The hung up call was an accident.

But what kind of accident, he didn't know.

The phone was not connected, there was a dead silence in the receiver, and then a female voice rang out: "Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please dial later..."

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

Then he stuffed the phone into the bag, turned his legs and ran forward.

People's premonition is a very magical thing. Generally, people will have premonitions about bad things. Once premonitions appear, their brains will turn very fast. All the details can be strung together within a second. rise.

The phone call that Yan Hang couldn't get through, the phone call that Yan Hang hung up suddenly, the short voice of Yan Hang who couldn't tell if it was a sigh or panting, the conversation that Yan Hang had absent-mindedly, Yan Hang told him not to go over...

In the time of running two or three steps away, the series of details going back backwards had made him feel so scared that his hairs stood on end.

It has been a long time since the first day of junior high school that I ran like this, and I went all out.

The wind in my ears mixed with the roar in my head, the blood all over my body surged up because of tension, my hands and feet were cold, but my eyes were hot and red.

In just a dozen seconds, he rushed past the bus stop without seeing Yan Hang. At first Yan Hang said he would wait for him at the station, but now he saw no one.

Yan Hang asked him to wait where he was, but now he found that Yan Hang didn't go towards him at all.

Something must have happened!

He paused at the first step, trying to see the surrounding environment clearly and see where Yan Hang might be.

Just as he was slowing down, a person ran out from a corner 20 meters ahead, first glanced this way, seemed to pause after seeing him, then turned and ran in the opposite direction.

this person!

It's this guy!

In the first day of junior high school, I don't know what I base my judgment on.

But when he was chasing after him, his mind was full of this judgment.

This person has something to do with the phone that Yan Hang suddenly hung up on and the phone that couldn't get through!

He knew that he ran very fast, although not as fast as Yan Hang, but much faster than the person in front of him, especially in the current situation, he probably ran the fastest speed in his life.

In his panicked and confused consciousness, he felt that he was only a few steps behind this person.

But he didn't know how to make this man stop.

It can only be based on instinct.

When he kicked and kicked the man's back almost in the air by virtue of his inertia, he had the illusion that if he hadn't kicked the man, he would fly over the man's head.

The man was kicked heavily by him and fell to the ground.

He didn't pause after landing, and went directly to jump on this person, grabbed the person's back and lifted his collar, and didn't care about thinking about the consequences of kicking him to the ground if he made a mistake.

And at this moment, an object that fell out of the man's hand at the same time made him stunned on the spot.

It is a knife.

Although the light was not enough, he couldn't see whether there was blood on the knife, but he saw blood on the right hand of the man holding the knife.

When this small amount of blood entered his field of vision, it was like someone slammed a gong in his ear, and the buzzing sound shook his head a little.

He grabbed the man's right hand and twisted it behind his back.

Not hurt.

The man had no injuries on his hands.

It doesn't look like he was injured when he ran... Whose blood is that!

On the first day of the junior high school, he jumped up from this man and didn't care about anything else. He arrested people and went to see Yan Hang's situation. He didn't need to think about these two and chose Yan Hang.

He ran to the small garden around the corner.

While running, he roared: "Yan Hang!"

No one answered him.

After the sun set, the autumn wind blew over with a coolness that could easily blow through two clothes, but his entire back was covered with sweat, and the sweat on his forehead even slid down to his chin.

After running along the small stone road by the fountain and passing a stone table, he saw a person lying down on the side of the road ahead.

I also saw the clothes he was wearing on this person, which Yan Hang had just changed when he went out in the morning, a black sweater with a zipper.

"Yan Hang!" When he yelled this, his voice was completely hoarse, and he could hardly make a sound.

His legs were a little weak, and he staggered when he threw himself next to Yan Hang.

"I told you not to come here!" Yan Hang moved and said something in a low voice.

"What, what's the matter!" Chu Yi knelt on the ground and lightly touched Yan Hang's arm a few times. He didn't dare to help Yan Hang or move him.

"It's okay." Yan Hang said and wanted to sit up, but he didn't make any effort.

"Don't move!" The first day of the junior high school hurriedly supported his shoulder, and when he wanted to support his arm again, his hand was wet.

is blood.

Hands full of blood.

Looking at my hand on the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt red in front of my eyes: "Where is the injury? I will report it, call the police!"

"Call 120 first," Yan Hang frowned, "then call Cui Yi."

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he almost tore open the zipper on his bag, and when he reached in to pick up his phone, he felt the blood on his hand was sticky.

When he dialed 120 to report his address with trembling fingers, Yan Hang reported Cui Yi's number beside him, and then closed his eyes.

On the first day of junior high school, I tried my best to control my emotions, slow down my speech, and try my best to speak more fluently: "It's just opposite the hotel, next to the water fountain, next to the pool, next to it...it should be a knife, a knife wound..."

After hanging up on 120, he quickly dialed Cui Yi's number. He admired that under such circumstances, he could still remember the numbers reported by Yan Hang.

"I'll be right there," Cui Yi said calmly, "check where his injury is, press it for him, don't move him."

"Okay." Chuyi replied hoarsely.

After the phone call, he didn't even bother to put the phone back into his bag, he just threw it on the ground, half kneeling and half lying down beside Yan Hang: "Where is the injury?"

"On the waist." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi took off his coat: "I'll help you press, press."

"Yeah," Yan Hang smiled, "a little... a bit... a bit behind... the position."

When he let go of the hand that had been pressing on his waist, Chu Yi saw the blood on his hand. The clothes in that piece were all wet, and the black clothes couldn't see the color of blood, but Chu Yi smelled blood.

He carefully rolled up the coat and pressed it to Yan Hang's waist.

"Put harder." Yan Hang said.

In the first day of junior high school, I worked hard.

"It's okay to die." Yan Hang opened his eyes and glanced at him, "What kind of chaff are you sifting, it makes me... tremble."

"I didn't shake." Chu Yi looked at him.

Yan Hang's complexion didn't look like the one on TV, he turned pale after being stabbed, which was basically normal, but he was in pain and a little weak.

"Okay, I'm the one shaking." Yan Hang laughed.

"Don't laugh," Chu Yi didn't know how Yan Hang could still laugh at this time, he pressed the wound hard without letting go, "Don't talk, talk!"

"Well," Yan Hang responded, and asked again after a pause, "Did you meet..."

"Yes," the first day of the junior high school interrupted him directly in order to save his energy, "I could, I could catch, hold him...don't talk."

The ambulance came very quickly. Chuyi and Yan Hang didn't say a few words when they heard the siren of an ambulance.

"I'm going on the road, by the side of the road," Chu Yi pulled Yan Hang's hand and put it on his clothes, "Hold it down."

Yan Hang didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to press the wound.

Chu threw the bag on his body aside, ran out along the path, stood on the side of the road, jumped up and shouted at the approaching ambulance with flashing lights: "Here! Here! Here!"

Seeing the stretcher being taken out of the car, he felt a little more at ease, and ran to Yan Hang's place with the doctor.

Examination, simple bandaging to stop the bleeding, and carrying Yan Hang onto the stretcher... The first day of the junior high school has been watching from the side.

When the doctor lifted Yan Hang's shirt, Chu Yi saw the incision on his waist.

He didn't see it too clearly, but at a glance, the bloody piece made him feel like someone was grabbing and twisting his body.

When the phone rang, he realized that his phone was still thrown on the ground, so he quickly picked it up and answered the call.

"Has the ambulance arrived?" Cui Yi asked over there.

"It's here." The first day of the junior high school followed the stretcher and walked quickly to the car.

"Which hospital?" Cui Yi asked again.

On the first day of junior high school, I reported the name of the hospital: "It's over now, it's over."

"Okay, I'll go directly to the hospital," Cui Yi said, "Don't panic."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

When he came to the corner, he saw something flashing in the grass.

It's Yan Hang's phone.

He picked it up and looked at it. The phone screen was full of cracks. He frowned and put the phone in his bag.

Yan Hang must have been standing here at the time... He didn't dare to think about it any further.

When he followed the ambulance to the hospital on the first day of the new year, Cui Yi had already arrived.

When he saw Cui Yi, it was as if he saw a backer, his whole body softened suddenly, and he almost knelt down.

"You follow," Cui Yi grabbed his shoulder, "I'll go through the formalities."

"En." Chu nodded.

He is a country dog ​​who has never seen the world, has no chance to deal with anything, and has not even been to the hospital to see a doctor. Cui Yi's arrival made him finally get out of the panic.

If nothing else, he can at least help run errands, pay a fee or something.

Cui Yi should know someone in the hospital. After two phone calls, a doctor who looked like an old expert came.

On the first day of junior high school, he was not in the mood to listen to Cui Yi talking to the doctor, but only knew that Yan Hang was about to undergo surgery.

"Brother Dog." Yan Hang called him.

"Hmm." Chu Yi looked at him.

"Smile," Yan Hang said, "your face is almost like a donkey brother."

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, he grinned.

"Go back and ask the school for a few days off," Yan Hang said, "come and serve me."

"En." Chu nodded.

Not to mention asking for a few days off, even dropping out of school right away is fine.

When Yan Hang was pushed into the operating room, the first day of the junior high school followed him all the time. Cui Yi pulled him a little before he heard what the nurse said: "The family members are waiting outside!"

Family members.

This title made the first day of junior high school feel warm for a while, but soon felt a little distressed.

Family members, where are the family members from?

Yan Hang has no family members.

The only family member is also missing.

He walked to the side with his head down, and stood against the wall.

"What's going on?" Cui Yi walked over and asked.

"I don't know." On the first day of the junior high school, I still felt chills all over my body, and I always felt that there was a constant chill coming through the wall. "I was talking to him, and the phone was suddenly disconnected, disconnected."

"And then?" Cui Yi took off his coat and handed it to him.

"I'm not, I'm not cold." The first day of the junior high school quickly waved his hand.

"I still have clothes in the car, I'll go get them later." Cui Yi looked at him, "Your face is uglier than Yan Hang."

Feeling a little embarrassed on the first day of junior high school, he lowered his head and put on Cui Yi's clothes: "Later, I ran, and I saw a, a person running out."

"What kind of person?" Cui Yi asked.

"Middle-aged man," Chu Yi frowned and recalled vigorously. He met the man's eyes, but he couldn't remember anything else clearly except that the man looked about forty years old, " Head, hairy, dirty."

"We need to call the police on this matter," Cui Yi said, "If the police ask questions at that time, just say what you have, don't be nervous."

"Yeah." Chu nodded and sighed in his heart.

He is experienced in such things as police questioning.

On the first day of junior high school, I don't know how long such an operation takes, how long it takes is normal, how long it is abnormal, how long it takes is a mild injury, and how long it is a serious injury.

He just stood by the wall, looking at the door of the operating room.

There was not only Yan Hang's operation in the door, but two people who didn't know what was going on were also pushed in while screaming all the way.

I was a little worried on the first day of junior high school, what is it like in the operating room?Will howling like this affect the doctor who operated on Yan Hang?

He fell down a little anxiously.

"I'm going to buy something to eat," Cui Yi came over and said to him, "You stay here and call me if you need something."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Sit down for a while," Cui Yi looked at him and sighed, "You don't have a cleanliness, do you?"

"No," Chuyi smiled, pulling the corners of his mouth, "I'm sitting, I can't sit down."

Cui Yi looked at his legs.

"I'm nervous." Chu Yi said.

"It's not as serious as you think," Cui Yi said, "Relax, don't let him fall again before he comes out, I can't take care of two people."

"Hmm." A little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school, he lowered his head and sat down on the chair.

There is a display screen on the wall next to the operating room. It was not until the first day of junior high school that I noticed that it should display the operation status of each operating room.

It has Yan Hang's name on it, the third operating room.

He kept staring at it in the first day of the junior high school, and when his eyes were a little sour, he raised his hand and rubbed it.

After sitting down, the whole person was very heavy, with the feeling of falling continuously. The head, shoulders, and arms were all heavy, as if being dragged down by some heavy object.

He rubbed his face, put his elbows on his knees, and covered his face.

His hands were cold, covering his face would make him feel better.

He never imagined that such a thing would happen today.

Did Yan Hang discover something beforehand, maybe it was related to the strange phone call before, but Yan Hang never mentioned anything to him.

And he didn't ask anything.

Why don't you ask more?

If I asked, would he be able to react earlier today, maybe Yan Hang wouldn't...

The bloody incision on Yan Hang's waist flashed before his eyes.

He raised his face and looked at his hands.

I just went to wash my hands, but I can still smell the blood vaguely.

He wasn't afraid of blood. He didn't have any fear when Liang Bing was bleeding from the head with a stick, but now he felt very uncomfortable.

This is Yan Hang's blood.

How could such a thing have happened?

Yan Hang reacted so quickly, under normal circumstances no one would be able to get close to him.

To be stabbed?

That person didn't look too bad when he kicked him down... How could he stab Yan Hang?

Pressing his fingers on his forehead, he frowned tightly.

After a few seconds he jerked his head up.

Is it your phone number?

Yan Hang was still on the phone with him at that time, his absent-mindedness at that time should be because he realized that something was wrong, but... In order not to let himself find out, Yan Hang never hung up the phone.

And if it's just talking on the phone like this, maybe Yan Hang won't necessarily be distracted.

It's my own "I love you".

Yan Hang paused for that second, and then...

He took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the lights on the ceiling.

You are too good at picking your time on the first day of junior high school.

Do you have to say it today, or do you have to be so nervous that you dare to say it on the phone... Yan Hang's tone is obviously wrong, and you didn't hear it...

He clasped his hands tightly together.

It wasn't until Cui Yi patted his hand lightly that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Eat something," Cui Yi handed him a small paper cup, "I guess you won't be able to eat it, and you didn't buy a big one, just eat two bites."

On the first day of the lunar new year, I lowered my head and looked at the small paper cup in my hand. It was a puff in a paper cup, which was very fragrant.

He collected himself and took a big bite.

Let's calm down now, Yan Hang is still in the operating room, thinking about these things here, except that it will make him lose his mind and be unable to help, there is no other meaning, no matter whether he blames himself or not, it will change The fact that Yan Hang has been injured is irrelevant.

He bit his lip, trying to calm himself down.

I don't know how long it took, but the words on the display finally changed, and Yan Hang's operation was over.

"Why not, not coming out?" Chu Yi stood up, staring at the door of the operating room eagerly.

The doctor who operated on Yan Hang came out, but did not see Yan Hang.

"I'll ask about the situation first." Cui Yi patted him on the shoulder.

The situation is okay... the blood loss is not too much... the physique is good...

Standing behind Cui Yi on the first day of the junior high school, listening to the doctor talking to Cui Yi, I always felt that the voice was a little too far and too close to be heard clearly, and I was probably still nervous.

...no major organs were injured...the small intestine ruptured...

The doctor probably wanted to say that Yan Hang was not seriously injured, that no important parts were injured, and that Yan Hang was in good health and should recover quickly... But on the first day of the junior high school, he still felt that every word he heard made his heart ache.

Yan Hang was finally pushed out of the operation, but he couldn't go back to the ward. The nurse said he had to stay in the observation room first.

On the first day of the junior high school, he followed closely beside the hospital bed, staring at Yan Hang's face.

Before, I thought Yan Hang's face was normal, but now that the operation is over, Yan Hang looks a little pale.

"Earth dog." Yan Hang smiled at him, a little tired and weak.

"Here," Chu Yi gently shook his hand, and put the other hand behind his back, "Wag your tail."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled and closed his eyes, and called Cui Yi after a while, "Old Cui."

"Yes," Cui Yi replied beside him, "but I don't know how to wag my tail."

Yan Hang laughed, and the nurse next to him also smiled: "The condition is not bad, I'm smiling so happily."

The observation room was not allowed to enter, Chu Yi and Cui Yi could only wait outside.

When Yan Hang was pushed in, he took a look at Chu Yi: "Brother Dog, go...take your temperature, you have a fever."

"Ah." Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Don't worry about it," Cui Yi said, "I'll measure it for him later."

The door of the observation room was closed, Chu Yi stood at the door and stared at it.

Cui Yi reached out and touched his forehead: "It seems to be a little fever, I'll ask the nurse for a thermometer."

There was no sound on the first day.

After Cui Yi walked away, he squatted down suddenly and buried his face in his arms.