A Lucky Coin

"Now Zhang Chen is doing all your work," Sister Wang said. "She reports to you once a day. If you have any questions, you can tell her."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"You get better soon, I don't usually feel it, but yesterday I was almost exhausted," Zhang Chen said, "I should usurp the throne when I get used to it and don't feel tired."

"Hurry up," Yan Hang said, "I happened to apply to be in the back kitchen."

"Sister Wang, look at this person." Zhang Chen sighed, "What is the attraction of the back kitchen? There are all foremen here, and they still want to work in the back kitchen as a small handyman. It's quite annoying."

"That's all I like." Yan Hang smiled.

"I'm afraid it won't work in the near future. The restaurant is just on the right track," Sister Wang said. "The director is very satisfied. I'm afraid you won't agree even if you submit the application...I want to come to see you with us today. "

"Hey, please don't," Yan Hang was taken aback, "This level is too high."

"Don't worry, I'll stop Manager Tang from coming," Sister Wang smiled, "I know you can't stand this, we won't stay long today, we'll leave soon."

Yan Hang never expected that a colleague would come to visit. In fact, this is also a normal thing, but because he has never worked in any place for so long, he has no such concept.

When Sister Wang said she would leave in a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He has adapted very well now, standing in the restaurant every day, looking at the people coming and going in front of him, and responding to various emergencies with a smile on the corner of his mouth... These are the scenes that he would try to avoid in the past , The chaotic crowd will make his pressure soar.

But now he can force himself to integrate into the "normal" work life, trying to adapt to the colleagues, leaders, and guests that appear in his life...

It's just that you still feel tired, although no one can see it.

Except for the first year of junior high school, it is difficult for him to face other people easily. He doesn't know when this state will change, maybe it will be like this for the rest of his life.

After Sister Wang and Zhang Chen left, he lay down on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

"The flowers are very, very beautiful." Standing in front of the bedside table on the first day of the junior high school, he took out a small card from the bouquet, "I wish Yan Hang a good morning and a speedy recovery."

"What's that big bag?" Yan Hang asked.

"Let me see." On the first day of the junior high school, he opened the big gift bag brought by Sister Wang, "Wow, there's a lot to eat."

"What?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Cookies, egg rolls," the first day of junior high school took out all of them, several beautiful boxes, "Phoenix, pineapple cake..."

"I like pineapple cake," Yan Hang said, "Do you have anything you like to eat?"

"I don't know, I haven't, I haven't eaten," Chuyi said, "But I don't, I don't like sweets."

"Then the other ones," Yan Hang whispered, "Give it to uncle."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

The uncle declined very happily, saying no, and he didn’t seem to know what to say in the first day of junior high school, so he kept handing the bag to the uncle and said two words: “Take it.”

Yan Hang looked at it and always wanted to laugh. Finally, when he went to the toilet to rub the towel on the first day of junior high school, the uncle smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome, I can't eat that much." Yan Hang smiled.

"Your brother," said the uncle, "is very... straightforward."

"Huh?" Yan Hang thought for a while about how he was in the first grade of junior high school just now, and couldn't help laughing again.

"It seems that if I push him again, he will be angry," said the uncle, "He is usually a very kind little brother."

"So don't push him, he might hit someone if you push him again," Yan Hang said.

The uncle patted his chest exaggeratedly with a smile, and when he saw the towel coming out from Chu Yi, he reached out to pick it up: "Wipe yourself, let me do it."

"I'll do it." The first day of the junior high school still had no expression on his face, and he smiled as if he remembered it when he walked to the bed, "I'll try."

"Then you try," said the uncle, "I'll go to the office and ask the doctor if I can remove the stomach tube today, and then I can eat some liquid food."

"Okay." Chu nodded.

The medicine on Yan Hang's wound was changed, and the color of those dyed by the medicine near the wound became lighter, and the scratches also formed scabs, which looked less scary than before.

On the first day of junior high school, I couldn't be as agile as the uncle, so I could only try my best to make my movements not so clumsy.

While holding Yan Hang's hand to wipe his arm, Yan Hang leaned on the bed and lamented: "I really want to take a bath...it's so uncomfortable..."

"Be patient for another two or two days." Chu Yi said.

"You should bring my perfume, I can spray some to cover up the smell." Yan Hang said.

"You don't have any smell on you," Chu Yi said, "it's not Xia, Xia Tian."

Yan Hang sighed.

On the first day of junior high school, he lifted the quilt and was going to help Yan Hang wipe his legs, but he hesitated when he grabbed his pants, not knowing whether he should roll up the trouser legs or take off the pants to wipe them.

"I'm wearing underwear." Yan Hang bent one leg and straightened it slightly. "I took it off and wiped it. I just changed into a pair of sweatpants. These are not elastic and uncomfortable to wear."

... this action.

In the first day of junior high school, he hadn't read any pornographic novels, nor pornographic comics, nor any pornographic videos. At this moment, he couldn't even find a similar scene in his mind, but at least 180 Zhang spurting blood.gif.

All kinds of sprays, fancy sprays, nose nozzle sprays and seven orifices sprays.

He really wanted to kneel down on the spot and kowtow to Yan Hang a few times.

This feeling is uncomfortable, and I repeatedly have various associations and uncontrollable physiological reactions in extremely inappropriate scenes.

It made him embarrassed, embarrassing, embarrassed, and even disgusted with his reaction as if he had taken some shameful medicine by mistake.

He put down the towel, took the opportunity to get Yan Hang's pants, opened the cabinet door, hid himself behind the door, closed his eyes and sighed softly, trying to calm himself down.

In fact, it doesn't have much impact, these reactions are always so uncontrollable, sometimes stretching one's waist might raise one's head, but in this occasion, it is just unbearable.

Can't bear it.

Make him feel like a pervert.

"You..." Yan Hang called out to him, but before he finished speaking, he lost his voice.

He came back to his senses suddenly, and stretched out his hand to pull out Yan Hang's trousers. While closing the cabinet door, he found that the cabinet had two layers, and he opened the upper cabinet door.

It can only cover his upper body.

And his shameful lower body was fully presented in front of Yan Hang without any cover, and it was still an upright profile.

Although it wasn't such a violent reaction, but he was wearing a pair of thin sweatpants, such a standard sideways... Yan Hang must have seen it.

He was stiff all over, just standing in front of the cabinet, staring at the closed cabinet door, not daring to turn his head towards Yan Hang.

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang felt that he couldn't go on in such a stalemate. Although he didn't know what to do, he still called Chu, "Come here."

When Chu Yi grabbed his pants and walked over, his knuckles were a little white from the force, and he walked a little bit smoothly, and his eyes didn't know where to look, anyway, they never met him.

Walking to the bed, he didn't say anything on the first day of junior high school, and put the pants on his legs stiffly. Yan Hang tried his best to make his movements smaller. When covering him with the quilt, the legs of his trousers were still twisted, but he could only endure it.

The embarrassing reaction in the first day of junior high school should be because of him, but he is not very sure about which movement or which part produced the magical effect. After all, he will not see other men doing his previous series There is a physiological response to any action.

...Of course, he didn't see it either.

"Puppy, come here." Yan Hang rushed to Chuyi and waved.

The first day of the junior high school moved to his side with difficulty, but before he could speak, the accompanying uncle and two nurses walked in with a tray.

"The tube can be extubated," a nurse looked at the sign beside his bed. "Do you feel abdominal distension?"

"No." Yan Hang replied.

On the first day of junior high school, I don't know when I let it go to the side again.

"Okay," the nurse nodded, "I'll say you hold your breath when holding your breath to prevent liquid from dripping into the trachea."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

"Will it hurt?" Chu Yi asked next to him.

"I pulled it out without feeling anything, very quickly," the nurse smiled, "it won't hurt."

"Oh." Chu Yi leaned against the cabinet and nodded.

After pulling out the tube, Yan Hang felt a lot more relaxed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "It's comfortable."

"These days I have to eat liquid food, and then semi liquid food." The nurse said.

"Well, I ordered a sick meal for him." The uncle said.

After the nurse went out, Yan Hang wanted to call Chu Yi over to comfort him, but the escort uncle kept standing beside him, and he couldn't speak.

In the first day of junior high school, I just leaned against the cabinet like that, not knowing what I was thinking.

After a few minutes of silence, there was a sudden noise in the corridor. The uncle turned his head and listened outside: "What's the noise? I'll go and have a look."

After the uncle went out, Yan Hang took a look at Chu Yi, who walked over with his head down and sat on the chair beside his bed.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang raised his hand, trying to scratch his head, but hesitated a little.

"No." The first day of the junior high school quickly moved his head to his hand.

He smiled, scratched Chuyi's head, and Chuyi lay down on the edge of the bed, buried his face in his arms, and after a while he said in a muffled voice: "You are, are you looking? arrive."

"Well," Yan Hang looked at him and found that his ears were completely red, and he wanted to laugh a little bit, but he couldn't quite make it out after thinking about it, "It's nothing, sir, isn't this normal."

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't make a sound, and I was still lying on my stomach.

Yan Hang doesn't even know how to comfort others, let alone enlighten them. Seeing the first day of junior high school now, he simply doesn't know what to say next.

"Do you think, I'm, I'm a pervert." Chuyi's voice was still muffled, and he could hear that he was very depressed.

"Where did your attitude change from?" Yan Hang sighed softly, "Isn't this just a normal physiological reaction, your pants will become hard when you rub them twice..."

"I didn't before, I didn't do this." The first day of junior high school was still very depressed.

"Aren't you a little dog before, but now you are..." Yan Hang struggled to organize his words, "Big, you're a big dog."

"Why are you stuttering?" Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed: "Damn, I was stuttered by a stutterer."

After laughing twice, it seemed that the wound was touched again. When he was about to cover it, Chu Yi stretched out his hand to cover his wound, but he still didn't lift his head. He just lay on the side of the bed and stretched out his arm to press his wound.

It is difficult for Yan Hang to describe his current mood. The performance of the first day of junior high school is indeed not like that of an ordinary puppy rubbing his legs and chirping. Even if he is unwilling to guess, he can already feel it.

So he is at a loss now.

It just hurts.

He won't have any resentment, but he can't just give the answer he wants in the first day of junior high school so rashly.

And the first day of junior high school seems to just want him to know, and he needs to speak out when he can't bear it anymore, and he doesn't show much expectation for his response.

Maybe it's because I can't look forward to it.

"The first day of junior high school," he pressed his hand on the first day of junior high school, "I don't know what to say..."

"Needless to say," said the first day of the junior high school, "I didn't, I didn't...you just pretend to be me, I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound.

"I don't, I don't like you." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled.

"Prodigal, pay back, always suffer from insomnia," Chuyi said, "Return, pay back, pay back, always..."

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"No more," Chuyi was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice suddenly became nasal, "You are too, well, I will look for it, and I can't find anything wrong."

Yan Hang patted the back of his hand lightly, and the puppy cried again.

This needs to be replaced by another person. If he cries every day when he has nothing to do, he has already been kicked away.

But I don't know why, every time he cries on the first day of junior high school, he doesn't feel annoying, he just thinks it's cute, and at most he doesn't know how to comfort him.

However, the time for crying on the first day of the new year was very short, probably because in the hospital, the accompanying uncle and nurse may push the door open at any time.

"Really, I cried less when I was a child," said the first day of the junior high school, grabbing the tissue on the bedside table, "annoying."

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang picked up one of his fingers, and squeezed it lightly, "I, I've been running around with my dad, saying it's fun, it's fun, seeing the world, what kind of person, what kind of thing , I've seen it all."

On the first day of the junior high school, she lay back on the bed and turned her face to listen to him.

"If you want to talk about loneliness, it's really lonely," Yan Hang said, "Most of the time, I would like to be alone, rest, read a book, listen to music, no one around is best, but I don't want to be alone When I'm sleeping... I have to be alone."

"So I've always wanted to have brothers and sisters," Yan Hang said, "the kind who are very obedient. When I'm annoyed, I wave my hand, and the little thing will go away. When I'm bored, I wave my hand, and the little thing will jump." coming……"

"You are very, very capable of thinking," said the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang smiled and flicked on his hand: "I just want to say, you are quite obedient, I always think that you are my brother."

Chu said in a low voice: "Brother Stuttering, I want it too, do you want it?"

"Is it okay to listen to me?" Yan Hang said, "Don't stutter, we have to fight once a day."

The first day did not speak.

"I said so much, just to tell you," Yan Hang said, "I never thought about the existence of feelings beyond this range between the two of us. I never thought about it."

On the first day of the junior high school, he bit his lip and didn't make a sound.

"So I don't know how to answer you," Yan Hang said, "I..."

"No, no, no need," Chuyi sat up straight when he heard it, "I don't want you to answer, answer, I don't need...no, no..."

"Oh." Yan Hang looked at him.

Yan Hang is really a very good person, very kind, very kind.

In the first day of junior high school, he never thought that Yan Hang would tell him so much, just because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable and embarrassed.

In fact, when he said that sentence, he didn't have any thoughts, he just felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to say it.

He no longer wanted Yan Hang's answer, not at all, and he even wished he hadn't told Yan Hang what he said that day.

He just wants to stay with Yan Hang easily. When Yan Hang is unhappy, he can make Yan Hang happy, and when he is unhappy, Yan Hang will comfort him.

If Yan Hang just wanted a remote control brother, he would also be willing to be that kind of brother.

He didn't know what kind of existence he was to Yan Hang, he only hoped that Yan Hang would be relaxed and without any pressure when he was with him.

Even the pressure of being liked but not knowing how to deal with it.

"When can I be discharged from the hospital?" Yan Hang asked when the doctor came to make rounds.

"Are you a little bored?" The doctor asked with a smile.

"Well," Yan Hang sighed, "I'm about to suffocate to death."

"It's only been less than a week," the doctor said. "If you persist for a few more days, your physical fitness will be very good. In a few more days, you can be discharged from the hospital and go home for recuperation."

"How many days?" Yan Hang asked.

"Observe and see," the doctor said, "your body is important, don't take it so seriously."

Of course the body is important, but for Yan Hang, emotions are more important.

He chatted cheerfully with people every day these days, with the first day of junior high school, with the escort uncle, and with the nurse, but no matter how he tried to pretend to be happy, he felt that his mood was getting lower and lower every day. If it wasn't for the first day of junior high school, he would We have already reached the bottom.

"I'll accompany you out, go out for a walk." Chuyi pushed a wheelchair into the ward.

"I can go," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't need this stuff now."

"Go to the garden, push you through, and then go by yourself, go by yourself." Chuyi said.

"Okay." Yan Hang slowly got out of bed and sat in the wheelchair.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he pushed him into the elevator, went downstairs, and wandered into the small leisure garden between the back buildings of the hospital.

Usually there should be quite a lot of patients who come here to breathe, but today the temperature has dropped and it's been a lot colder. Except for the two of them, there is no one else.

"Is it cold?" Chu pulled the thick coat off his body.

"It's not cold, it's okay without wind." Yan Hang said.

"Not here, it's not as good as at home, over there," said Chuyi, "it will be provided next month, heating."

"Why, are you too cold to sleep?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"It's getting colder every day," Chu zipped up his jacket, "I'm scared, it's cold."

"There is an electric blanket in the cabinet, you can put that on when you get cold." Yan Hang said.

"No," the first day of the junior high school shook his head, "it's not safe, what if it's baked, what to do if it's cooked."

"I just ate." Yan Hang said.

The first day of the junior high school handed it to him: "Here."

Yan Hang looked at his hands: "Wipe."

On the first day of junior high school, he took out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket. Ever since Yan Hang was hospitalized, he was forced to develop a very particular habit of carrying wet tissues with him wherever he went, because Yan Hang, who was particular, let him wipe them here when he was fine. Wipe, wipe there.

He took out a wet towel, wiped his hands, and handed it to Yan Hang again.

Yan Hang opened his mouth to bite.

He withdrew his hand abruptly when Yan Hang touched it.

It wasn't because he was afraid of getting his hands dirty, but because of the soreness that rose from his fingertips and quickly spread to his shoulders at this moment.

He put his hand back into his pocket, and squeezed the small steel coin in his pocket.

"Stingy." Yan Hang smiled.

"I just found out today, you know?" Chu Yi sat on the stone bench opposite him.

"Are you in class?" Yan Hang asked, "Go back to school tomorrow?"

"I asked for leave," said the first day of junior high school, hesitant, he didn't know how to tell the people in the dormitory why he asked for leave, "today, the people in the dormitory still asked me, I don't know why explain."

"Just say I'm hospitalized." Yan Hang said.

"Can you say it?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"There's nothing you can't say," Yan Hang smiled, "I was stabbed by the robber."

"...Oh." Chu nodded.

"I don't have to keep guarding now..." Yan Hang suddenly paused halfway through his sentence, and turned his head to glance to the side.

On the first day of junior high school, he immediately glanced over there.

Over there is the fire exit of the inpatient department, no one is going there, Chu Yi saw a person walking in there quickly at a glance.

This walking posture!

He suddenly thought of the person who ran away in front of him that day, and at this moment, he also remembered that the person seemed to be a little wobbly when running...

On the first day of the junior high school, he jumped up from the stone bench suddenly, and when he kicked his legs and jumped over the half-person-high bush next to him and rushed to the fire exit, Yan Hang almost applauded him and said hello.

Although he knew that he would be able to fight on the first day of the junior high school and was well-known in school, but this was the first time he saw such a beautiful skill in the first day of junior high school.

Flowing clouds and flowing water in one go.

Very handsome.

It took him two seconds to come back to his senses, and he wanted to call Chu Yi to stop, but the unhealed injuries on his waist and lower abdomen prevented him from shouting.

Stupid dog!

What if someone stabbed your brother again right now!

Yan Hang touched his jacket pocket, but it was empty.

He looked around, and there was a cleaning lady pushing a garbage truck passing by, and he was slightly relieved.

Before the cleaning lady came to him, the first day of the junior high school ran back from the fire escape like the wind.

"Flying around," Yan Hang looked at him, "Where's the COS boomerang?"

"Scared me to death," Chu Yi hugged him and the back of the wheelchair, "I ran, halfway through the run, suddenly thought it was, it wasn't a sound, a sound, a sound..."

"Hitting east and west," Yan Hang helped him finish the sentence, "so you came back."

"Well," Chu nodded, "twisted, twisted."

"Trash," Yan Hang reached into his coat and rubbed his back through the clothes, "sit down."

"It's that person!" On the first day of the lunar new year, he looked around and stared at the side of the fire escape. It took him a long time to sit down, "It's him!"

"Well," Yan Hang looked at his feet, "Look at his feet first."

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked around vigilantly, while reaching out to take off his shoes, as soon as he grabbed the upper of the shoe with force, he immediately took a deep breath and twisted his face.

"It hurts?" Yan Hang leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and moved towards him.

"Ah," Chu Yi bit his lip, untied his shoelaces and took off his shoes, "kinda."

Yan Hang was a little surprised when he saw his swollen ankle: "How did you come back?"

"No, I know." Chu Yi said.