A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, I said that I ran that road at the speed of escape for about 5 minutes, and Yan Hang wanted to say, do you know what speed I was running for my life?

Of course, he didn't escape, and his MAX gear should be called "Catch you up".

If this gear is turned on, it will definitely take less than 5 minutes for him to run the road by the river without stepping on a pit and falling down.

Just by looking at the starting posture of the little bastard No. 30 Sa Yazi rushing along the road to the alley next to him, Yan Hang knew that he would definitely catch up within [-] seconds.

As soon as No. [-] ran into the alley, Yan Hang had already chased after him.

The crown prince who steps on the wind.

But No. [-] was so absorbed in running that he didn't even bother to look back, and didn't realize that Yan Hang was already behind him.

Yan Hang could drag him down as long as he stretched out his hand.

But the moment he raised his hand, he changed his attention, he accelerated suddenly, leaned over and shouted: "Where is the best place to poke!"

Number one was so frightened by the roar that he jumped forward at least three steps in a row while running.

Yan Hang stopped, too happy to run away.

Number one glanced back at him, turned around and continued running.

"Let you 20 meters!" Yan Hang shouted, "Come on!"

"I'll fuck you!" No. [-] roared while running.

"Go, I'll show you the way!" Yan Hang shouted with joy.

There is a turn in the alley ahead, and Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he took a breath, and chased it out again, he wanted to bring down No. [-] before the turn.

The explosive power of No. 500 was probably only enough for him to run [-] meters. When Yan Hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was already slower than before.

Yan Hang whistled behind him.

No. [-] paused and stopped abruptly, probably because he knew he couldn't run away, so he turned around and punched Yan Hang.

Yan Hang charged fiercely, and his inertia made it impossible for him to stop immediately.

He didn't intend to stop either.

He raised his arm to support No. [-]'s fist and swiped it to the side, then grabbed No. [-]'s shoulder, pressed down, and then used inertia to put his knee on his stomach.

When he let go, No. [-] sat down on the ground.

He didn't use any strength at all on this knee, he used all his inertia.

Dad said that if you are playing, it’s okay if it hurts, and you don’t need to hurt others.

So number one wasn't hurt, but it hurt.

Definitely still nauseous.

"Did you just call me?" Yan Hang stood in front of him.

No. [-] didn't make a sound, and jumped up again after a delay of two seconds. It seemed that he was going to hit him directly.

When he just jumped up, Yan Hang lifted his foot and kicked him on the shoulder, pushing him back to the ground to sit.

"I'm asking you something." Yan Hang said.

"Ask me!" No. [-] didn't get up again this time, but kicked his crotch.

Yan Hang quickly turned sideways and punched him in the face. This time, the blow was heavier. After 2 minutes, he could see the red eye sockets of No. [-], which would turn blue for a few days.

"Are you shameless?" Yan Hang asked, "Are you fucking shameless?"

This kind of sneak attack when he couldn't beat him made him speechless.

"What the hell are you doing!" No. [-] roared.

"Play," Yan Hang smiled at him, bent down, and said softly, "Don't you usually play like this?"

"When did I hit someone like this!" No. [-] glared at him, yelling until his face was sprayed with saliva.

"Have you lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang's face slowly disappeared.

"You want to help Chuyi get ahead, right? Then you hit! Hit! That's right, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away, what's the matter! You are so awesome that you stand up for him!" No. [-] shouted, "You beat……"

At his request, Yan Hang slapped him across the face, obliterating half of what he had said.

"I don't stand up for anyone. It's a fart on the first day of junior high school. Can I stand up for him?" Yan Hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you, I beat you up for exercise, understand? Don't fuck me when you see me The mouth is owed, Ma Liuer walks around."

Number One stared at him without responding.

"Understood!" Yan Hang approached the tip of his nose and roared.

No. [-] didn't expect him to be like this, and his pupils shrank suddenly in shock.

"Let's go," Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Keep running, exercise, and defend the country."

After seeing No. [-] running and disappearing from the alley with curses, Yan Hang whistled happily, stretched his arms, and walked slowly towards the coffee shop.

I vented a lot this early in the morning, and I can say that I am in a very good mood.

Go out in the direction of No. [-] running, make two turns, and when you go out from the alley, you are already on the street.

On the right is the road to the coffee shop, and on the left less than 100 meters is the bridge.

Yan Hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked over to the bridge.

Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunting place on the first day of the junior high school.

Send someone?

The river beach is still the same, black silt mixed with pieces of rubbish, the water meandering through the crevices of the rubbish, blowing in front of a gust of wind...forget it.

Yan Hang turned and left.

Back on the street, he put on a mask, took out his mobile phone, and first sent a message "Come and play" on his scarf, and then started the live broadcast.

Few people watched it at this time, especially this kind of live broadcast that started suddenly, but he didn't care at all. He broadcasted live because he wanted to live broadcast, and there was no second reason other than that.

-I am coming!

- am i the first

There are still so many fans coming in.

"I'm going to work." Yan Hang held up his mobile phone and took a picture around. When changing hands in the middle, the camera swung past him.

-Eye

-Ah, Brother Xiaotian, his eyes are so beautiful.

"A coffee shop," Yan Hang didn't answer the words on the screen, "The boss is a middle-aged bearded gentleman with a baby head."

-2333333

- want to see

- Brother Xiaotian, what are you wearing today?

"The clothes, pants, and shoes." Yan Hang replied, shaking the phone down.

- sweatpants again

"Then wear a skirt next time." Yan Hang said.

Just chatting and strolling around like this, he quit the live broadcast when he reached the door of the coffee shop. During working hours, he still has to be serious.

As soon as he put the phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the store.

"I don't know what's going on! I didn't mess with him!" The voice was inexplicably familiar.

Yan Hang walked into the store, and immediately saw the one who was sitting next to the bar, covering his eyes with an ice pack in one hand... No. [-] Little Miscellaneous Suey.

"You really didn't mess with him, you should call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "If you don't want to call the police, call back! When I was your age..."

Little Miscellaneous No. [-] turned around and saw Yan Hang, his eyes doubled instantly: "I fuck you..."

"Fuck one more!" Boss Li clapped his hands on the bar, staring at No. [-].

"It's him!" No. [-] jumped off the bar chair, pointed at Yan Hang, and shouted until his voice broke, "It's him! It's him! It's him!"

Our friend little Nezha.

Yan Hang couldn't help but sang in his heart.

"It's him! Dad! It's him! Dad!" No. [-] continued to shout.

Yan Hang looked at the excited No. [-], and thought for a moment that No. [-] was calling him, so he didn't need to be so polite.

Boss Li looked over in surprise: "He?"

"It's him!" No. [-] seemed to be unable to say anything else, and just yelled this sentence repeatedly.

"How much?" Boss Li looked at Yan Hang, "You hit my son?"

"Ah," Yan Hang nodded, "Just finished."

This straightforward answer made Boss Li open his mouth for a long time before he asked again: "Why?"

"He said it was fun!" Number One finally found a new word, "It's fun! Exercise!"

"Don't talk yet," Boss Li pointed to number one, "I'll ask first."

No. [-] glared at Boss Li, threw the chair on the floor, and sat there silently.

"Why?" Boss Li looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang never expected that these two people were father and son. Boss Li seemed calm, but after all, his own son was beaten. Even if he could explain clearly, he probably wouldn't be able to continue.

Besides, he didn't want to explain.

"It's not pleasing to the eye." Yan Hang said.

"You hit someone because you don't like it?" Boss Li was shocked.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, then looked at No. [-] again, "Hey."

One turned to stare at him.

"I'll give you a word, it takes capital to dislike people." After Yan Hang finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

At this time on Sunday, there are many people on the street, coming and going.

Yan Hang stood under the tree beside the sidewalk, very bored.

So he took out his phone and sent a message to Chuyi.

- come out and pay you back

I didn't reply immediately on the first day of junior high school, probably because I was exchanging ideas, and it took a while before I came back with one.

-what money?

- money for noodles

- didn't you eat

"So I will return the money to you." Yan Hang couldn't help but make a voice.

-oh

- oh what the hell

- Noon, I have something to do now, I will wait for you in the tree hole at noon

Yan Hang looked at this sentence. Compared with speaking in the first day of junior high school, his typing was really smooth and fluent, which made people feel happy after recovering from a cold.

But I also want to laugh a little bit.

It seems that ten yuan is really important for the first grade of junior high school.

Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket and stretched. He didn't want to go back right now, so let's take a walk for a while.

He looked at both sides, and the other side of the bridge looked more prosperous than this side, so he decided to go there.

He likes shopping very much. The "streets" in every city are different. Even if they sell the same clothes, buy the same snacks, and sell the same toys, they will have different styles.

But he didn't complete this "street".

Because he glanced to the left while crossing the bridge.

In fact, looking at it from the bridge, the river is not ugly. The river beach full of garbage and black mud has been dropped by the trees beside the river...

Through the gaps in the leaves, there was a small black shadow swaying on the river beach.

"I... Fuck," Yan Hang shook a stone-carved peach on the railing of the nearby bridge, "I'm really convinced."

What kind of pen did you lose, I will buy you the same one.

How much is your pen, I will give you.

Let me see you digging through trash again, and I'll whip you.

Do not ask me why.

"First day of junior high school!" Yan Hang shouted while standing at the railing by the river.

On the first day of the new year, it was not where it was yesterday, and it was slightly to the right. Yan Hang frowned, suddenly suspecting that the boy hadn't seen the exact location where the pen fell.

But his ears are better than yesterday, and he turned his head after Yan Hang shouted.

Then he was stunned, and Yan Hang could clearly see that he sighed forcefully.

"Come up." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he hesitated, shook his head, thought for a while and waved at him, motioning him to go.

Looking at him, Yan Hang suddenly felt a little irritable. He took a deep breath and didn't hold it down. His hands hurt a little from the cement railing, but he still couldn't control it.

It can't be relieved by walking away.

"Fuck!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You're fucking looking for smoke!"

He didn't even go to the iron stairs, he just climbed over the guardrail and jumped down.

When Chuyi heard the sound of him landing, he raised his head, and froze in surprise.

"Let me see you looking for that broken pen again," Yan Hang pointed at him, not caring what was under his feet, and strode over to the first day of junior high school, "I fucking beat your grandma so hard you!"

On the first day of the junior high school, I stood still.

"Come here!" Yan Hang said while taking another two steps towards that side. When he wanted to continue walking, he suddenly felt his feet go soft.

Looking down, he had stepped into the mud.

"Don't..." Chu Yi quickly walked towards him, pulling out two plastic bags from his pocket while walking, "Here."

Only then did Yan Hang realize that he had put two bags on his feet, one red and the other green.

"I don't want it," he couldn't get angry when he spoke again, he just felt helpless, he didn't look at the first day of junior high school, turned around and walked back, "You can play by yourself."

After taking two steps, he felt something flash in the mud on his left.

He stopped abruptly and turned to look over.

Just saw a bunch of rubbish.

He adjusted the angle, tilted his head, and flashed again.

"I fucking seem to see your precious pen." Yan Hang walked over there.

Chuyi followed immediately behind him, the plastic bags on his feet slamming.

When Yan Hang bent down to take out the pen that was half stuck in the mud and tied with a yellow bow, he felt as if he was holding a relic of the Buddha.

"Is it this?" He pinched his pen and asked the first day of junior high school.

"Yes." Chu nodded, and took the pen over excitedly.

"Are you blind?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes, it is possible." Chuyi said with a smile.

Yan Hang looked at him silently and had nothing to say.

"Thank you." On the first day of the junior high school, he took out a piece of paper and wiped his pen.

Yan Hang took out the ten yuan note from his pocket and handed it to him: "Return yours."

I didn't pick up on the first day of junior high school, which seemed a little embarrassing.

Yan Hang put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and walked towards the shore with difficulty.

Chuyi has been silently following behind him.

After climbing up the riverside, Yan Hang sat on the stone bench next to him, staring at the black mud on his feet in a daze.

Chu took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the pack of wet tissues that Yan Hang gave him yesterday, took out two, squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand and began to shine his shoes.

"Hey!" Yan Hang was startled, and quickly stopped his feet, "What are you doing?"

"Help, help you, wipe, wipe." Chuyi said.

"No, no, no," Yan Hang said, taking the tissue in his hand, "I'll just wipe it myself."

The first day I looked at him.

"You..." Yan Hang grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "Sit down."

"Here, pen," Chu Yi was silent for a while, took out the pen again, took out a wet towel and wiped it, "Actually..."

"Is it for a girl?" Yan Hang asked while polishing his shoes.

There was no sound on the first day.

Yan Hang turned to look at him: "Tie a bow, it's a gift."

"Hmm." The first day of junior high school looked a little downcast.

"Wash and change the bow and send it away." Yan Hang said.

"No, no," said Chuyi, "it's dirty."

"What's wrong," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "She didn't see it."

The first day I looked at him.

Yan Hang looked at him.

After ten seconds, Yan Hang narrowed his eyes: "You don't mean to send me off, do you?"

Chu Yi lowered his eyelids: "Not now, I won't give it away."

Yan Hang never received a gift.

No friends, no presents, only dad would buy him something on his birthday, but every time he was very casual, what he received last year was a pineapple with a post-it note on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome .

"I don't want that girly bow tie." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day of the lunar new year, he looked at him in surprise, then quickly removed the bow tie on it, and handed it to him hesitantly with the pen.

Yan Hang took it over and took a look.

It's a new pen, but looking at the style, you can tell that it was bought at least five years ago. I don't know if it's a souvenir from the first day of junior high school.

He took out his phone and sent a Weibo message.

When the live broadcast started, several fans who were more idle than him were there.

-It seems that brother Xiaotian is extremely bored today

- I'm more bored and catch up both times

"I received a gift." Yan Hang pointed the camera at the pen in his hand.

- hand in hand

- It's been a long time since I saw Meishou!

-When will I cook live again, I want to watch it

"That kid gave it to me." Yan Hang said.

- poor little one

- ah ah!Is it the pen from the poor boy?

"Yes," Yan Hang shook his pen, "I just... got it."

- Is little poor beside you?

- Is brother Xiaotian really covering him from now on?

- can i see what he looks likeI never saw clearly

- yes , can i see

"You..." Yan Hang turned his head to look at the first day of junior high school, "Do you mind showing your face?"

"Straight, broadcast?" Chuyi asked softly.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"There are many people, are there many?" The first day of the junior high school asked again.

"Not much." Yan Hang looked at the screen.

"You are straight, live broadcast, no one watching?" The first day of junior high school was a little curious.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"Why, what?" Chu Yi also looked at the screen.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to discuss in front of my fans during my live broadcast that no one will watch my live broadcast?" Yan Hang laughed.

"No way, no one is watching." Chu Yi said.

A bunch of hahahahaha and 233333 flashed across the screen.

"Damn, it's really well-founded," Yan Hang sighed, "Okay, no one is watching anyway, do you mind showing your face? These young ladies talk about you every day."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang turned his phone to the face of the first day of junior high school.

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

-! ! ! ! !

-帅

- handsome boy!

Handsome?Yan Hang looked at the face of the first year of junior high school on the screen, and... okay, the kid is quite photogenic.