A Lucky Coin

"You like Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang finally found the point.

"...Well," after the first day of junior high school, he suddenly felt a little guilty. This was the first time he heard such words from someone else, and he was very disturbed. "But, maybe, I'm not very, sure..."

"Then you decide first." Zhou Chunyang said.

Chu looked at him: "Yes."

"That's right," Zhou Chunyang said, "You already like Yan Hang, so you still want to say that you are not gay?"

"Ah." Holding the stone on the first day of the junior high school, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Can't you accept that you're gay?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No." The first day of junior high school was still a little confused, "I don't know."

"Yes, yes, no, no, it's no big deal," Zhou Chunyang said, "If you can't accept it, I'll give you a self-comforting statement."

"What?" Chu Yi asked.

"Let me think about it," Zhou Chunyang cleared his throat, "This should be described in a literary state."

"Oh." Chu Yi looked at him.

"You didn't fall in love with a man, you just fell in love with Yan Hang..." Zhou Chunyang said affectionately.

Looking at his expression on the first day of the junior high school, I felt a little embarrassed: "No, Yan Hang, isn't he a man?"

"I didn't finish," Zhou Chunyang frowned, and quickly changed to an affectionate expression, "And he happens to be a man...you can comfort yourself like this."

"Is it useful?" Chu Yi said.

"It's useless if you want to find a reason," Zhou Chunyang said, "It's useless if you don't want to find a reason."

"Oh." The first day of the junior high school lowered his head, probably he didn't need such self-comfort, he didn't think so much at first.

"Heterosexuality, homosexuality, and bisexuality," Zhou Chunyang said, "isn't it all love, there's nothing to tangle with."

"Double, bisexual, love?" The first day of junior high school was a little surprised.

"Did you grow up in the mountains before you came to school here?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "The kind of mountains without electricity?"

"No," Chuyi said, "next to my house is the Commercial Street."

Zhou Chunyang opened his mouth: "I have nothing to say."

The first day smiled.

He knew what Zhou Chunyang meant, probably because he thought he was too extraterrestrial and didn't know anything.

But he really didn't know, he didn't think about anything related to these at all. When the men in the class got together to chat about "unhealthy" content, he didn't feel much when he heard it, and felt that everything was related to He doesn't matter.

His life is so simple, try to avoid being bullied, pray for grandma not to go out and cause trouble, and be scolded and beaten at home to keep silent, that's all.

It wasn't until he left home that he realized that he had so many "don't know" and that he would face so many "don't know".

"Does Yan Hang know?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Huh?" The first day of the junior high school retracted his thoughts, "I know."

"Okay," Zhou Chunyang was a little surprised, "I still don't know what's going on, so I went to confess my love?"

confession.

confession?

... On the first day of junior high school, I suddenly realized that my phone call was a confession, and I felt a little burning on my face.

"What's his reaction?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No, there is no response," the first day of junior high school thought for a while, "I just said no, I thought about it."

"Then give him time to think about it slowly." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Oh," Chu Yi replied, "You..."

"I have nothing," Zhou Chunyang said, "Don't treat me as an imaginary enemy. I just have a good impression of Yan Hang, and I'm not so attached to anything."

"Ah." Chuyi lowered his head and turned on the grinder.

"In case he rejects you clearly in the end," Zhou Chunyang said, "you don't have to feel bad, brother will take you flying. The world is so big and there are so many handsome guys."

On the first day of the junior high school, he clicked his tongue and did not speak. He put the stone in his hand next to the grinding wheel to grind it lightly, and took it to his eyes for a look.

The world is so big, and there is only a little that belongs to him. There are so many handsome guys, and the most handsome one he has ever seen is Yan Hang.

The housekeeper was busy in the kitchen, and Yan Hang was lying on the sofa, holding a book in his hand.

He can stay at home for about ten days, and then he has to go back to work in the restaurant. During this period of time, he has a rare free time, and he has a lot of time to read books.

But can't quite see it.

I haven't sent him a message for a day or two.

two days!

Two full days!

It's amazing, according to the frequency of contacting him before the first day of junior high school, now this rhythm is like a local dog with amnesia.

Yan Hang sighed, and he didn't intend to contact the first day of junior high school either.

The first day of junior high school was disturbed, and it was most appropriate for him to adjust slowly. No matter what he said or did, he would disturb the first day of junior high school.

But having said that, he would still be worried.

The first day of junior high school is a very simple person, one two three is one two three, there is no decimal point, but it is because it is too simple that he is worried.

"It's not liquid food today, it's ordinary food," the housekeeping aunt brought out the prepared dishes, "but it's lighter and better for the wound."

"Thank you, sister." Yan Hang said.

"You're welcome," the aunt said with a smile, "you can eat slowly, I'm leaving."

After the aunt left, Yan Hang got up and sat down at the table, staring at the dishes on the table in a daze.

In fact, the dishes cooked by my aunt are not bad, and it must be delicious for someone else, but Yan Hang has a picky mouth, and he can eat it, but he can't do it if it tastes delicious.

That is to say, the injury on his palm is still not healed, and he can't cook, or he would have done it by himself.

He sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

He definitely can't finish these dishes, and it will be wasted. If the first day of junior high school is here, there will be no such worries, and there will be no food left.

Yan Hang raised his eyes and glanced across the table, he was so empty that he could see the balcony through the open door of the bedroom.

He is still full after eating this meal as usual, and after disposing of the leftovers, he puts the dishes in the sink, and the housekeeper will wash the dishes when he comes over tomorrow.

A few hours before he could fall asleep, Yan Hang lay back on the sofa and picked up the book.

Sometimes he has doubts, the same extreme idleness, extreme boredom, how did he endure it before?

Even in the days when he didn't see each other in the first year of junior high school, he was still able to adapt.

It's only been a long time since he reappeared on the first day of the junior high school, and he actually started to feel restless when facing loneliness and boredom.

People are really strange.

Cui Yi called at around ten o'clock in the evening: "Tomorrow I will take you to the hospital to change your medicine."

"No, I'll go by myself," Yan Hang said, "It's not like I can't walk."

"It's been two days," Cui Yi said, "It's no trouble."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

The wounds on the waist and lower abdomen have healed up a lot, and there is no need for any more medication, just stick a gauze to protect it, but the wound on the hand needs to be changed.

Yan Hang raised his hand and looked at it.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a little upset. I knew that he was still "resting" at home on the first day of the junior high school, and I also knew that his injuries were not healed.

He took out his phone and looked at it.

Even though the first day of junior high school has changed a lot now, the status on WeChat is still the same as before, almost never posting to Moments, and it is basically impossible to learn about his situation from his Moments.

So cool, brother dog.

WeChat rang no less than ten times this afternoon, all of which were reminders to add friends.

Looking at the news one by one on the first day of junior high school, I was a little inexplicable.

He is used to the dead silence of his WeChat, and occasionally one or two strangers ask to be friends, just ignore it.

But now the reminders from these friends are all kinds of "I am your classmate", "I am from Class 2 of preschool education", "Hello, I am your senior sister"...

They are all classmates in their school.

This made him very confused, and it was not easy to ignore them all directly, so he could only pass them one by one.

But after it passed, there were all kinds of news.

-Brother Gou, I finally added you

- hey dirt dog

……

"I have a WeChat ID." Sitting on the bed on the first day of the junior high school, looking at the few people sitting or standing around the table, "Why, what's going on?"

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang looked up at him.

"A lot of people added, my friend." Said Chuyi.

"Hu Biao!" Zhou Chunyang yelled towards the toilet, "We can only ask him about this matter."

As soon as Zhou Chunyang mentioned Hu Biao, he immediately realized it on the first day of junior high school. Before that, Zhou Chunyang had also been friends on WeChat in large numbers, and it was Hu Biao who was bought by a barbecue.

"What's the matter?" Hu Biao came out of the toilet.

"Tell me," Gao Xiaoyang said, "how did you hand over Brother Gou, you traitor to 403."

Hu Biao clicked his tongue: "I am the propaganda ambassador of 403, okay?"

"Thank you," Zhou Chunyang said, "Now there are several girls on my WeChat who want to straighten me up. Shall I treat you to a good meal?"

"Is there no man to add you?" Hu Biao asked.

"Get lost." Zhou Chunyang kicked his buttocks.

"I really didn't get any benefit from Brother Gou's account," Hu Biao patted his pants, "Really, a bunch of little girls are surrounding you acting like a spoiled child, aren't your legs soft?"

"I'm not soft," Zhou Chunyang said, "I'm weak because of a group of handsome guys acting like a baby around me."

A group of people in the dormitory had a good time.

"No," Wu Xu sighed, "People are surrounding you acting like a baby, and they want the number of the first day of junior high school. Why are your legs weak? Shouldn't you be hit hard?"

"You don't understand," Hu Biao smiled and grabbed the railing of the upper bunk and kicked up, "On the first day of junior high school, there is Jiang Yanni here, do you have to treat me to dinner?"

Jiang Yanni?

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, but looked at Hu Biao.

"He doesn't know who Jiang Yanni is," Li Ziqiang said. "It's not surprising that people say he is Zhou Chunyang's boyfriend. He hasn't even looked at a girl."

The first day was a little embarrassing.

"He didn't even look at the boy," Zhang Qiang sighed, "That's what Renku is like."

"Jiang Yanni," Hu Biao looked at the first day of junior high school with a look of resentment, "School beauty, Brother Gou, she has fair skin, beautiful legs, long legs and a sweet smile."

The first day of junior high school has no impression at all, except for the boys in their auto repair class, and the troublemakers who have fought with them several times, let alone girls, he has no impression of boys either.

"Ah." He could only respond politely.

"Pretend I didn't say it." Hu Biao glanced at him and jumped off.

Zhou Chunyang sat at the table, shaking the chair while enjoying himself.

"Do you want it?" Chuyi looked at Hu Biao, "Her name?"

"Fuck," Hu Biao jumped up, "yes."

However, there are quite a lot of people added, and not all of them use their real names. In the end, Hu Biao was identified based on the selfies in the album.

"I didn't expect," Hu Biao said, "Mom P didn't recognize the school belle who posted a selfie. I almost didn't realize it was her..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and looked at the photo.

To be honest, I didn't think it was very beautiful, and I felt that it was not as beautiful as shells.

However, his aesthetics has always been seriously lacking, and it's normal to not look good. After all, not everyone has Yan Hang's good looks that can make even a dog without aesthetics feel handsome.

Thinking of Yan Hang, he fell back on the pillow, facing the wall, and clicked on Yan Hang's photo album.

Yan Hang hasn't posted on Moments these days, is it because his hands are inconvenient?Didn't it mean that the left hand has hidden skills?I can't even tap the screen a few times.

He sighed.

Ever since he replied a super simple "yes" to Yan Hang that day, Yan Hang never talked to him again.

In fact, it's not surprising that Yan Hang didn't take the initiative to contact him. Most of the time, he would go to Yan Hang first, and Yan Hang would usually come to him when he had something to do, such as asking if there was anyone in his dormitory that day.

On the first day of junior high school, he frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his answer that day was too blunt.

Yan Hang was worried that there would be no one when he returned to the dormitory, and it would be boring to be alone, so he asked a question, and he only gave that one word.

He turned over and clicked on Yan Hang's chat window.

I froze for a long time but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, he suddenly panicked.

In just a few days, he couldn't find a reason to contact Yan Hang.

No, it's not that I can't find a reason.

He has never had any reason to look for Yan Hang, or he has only one reason, that is, he wants to talk to Yan Hang.

And now, it just doesn't feel right.

Once he couldn't easily find Yan Hang because he wanted to talk to Yan Hang, he didn't know what to do at all.

"Brother Dog!" Hu Biao called him.

"Ah." Chu turned off the phone screen and turned over.

"Damn, now I don't care about people who call me the first day of the junior high school," Li Ziqiang said, "I only call him brother dog."

"I didn't hear that." Chu Yi sat up.

"Go out for a walk," Zhou Chunyang said, "Are you going?"

On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated: "Go."

It was a bit difficult for him and Su Bin to be the only ones left after all the dormitory people went out. Besides, going out for a walk could be a distraction.

Yan Hang lay on the bed, listening to the headphones.

It was a bit boring to lie down like this in broad daylight, and it became even more boring after answering a few calls from the restaurant.

During the period when he was not there, Zhang Chen was on the shift. Zhang Chen is usually very clever, but after all, she is not familiar with the work of the foreman, and she made a lot of mistakes. How to comfort.

When the phone rang again, he didn't want to get his phone anymore, fearing that it would be Zhang Chen crying again, he still didn't know what to say.

But it was Cui Yi who called: "Has the fever subsided?"

"Let me see." Yan Hang took out the thermometer from his clothes and looked at it, "Take it back a bit."

38 degrees, in the morning it was 38 degrees 3, strictly speaking, it was indeed retreated.

"How many degrees?" Cui Yi asked again.

"37 degrees 5," Yan Hang said, "I guess we can retire at night."

"I still have to go check it out tomorrow," Cui Yi said, "I don't have a cold and it's nothing, why did I have a fever."

"It's free." Yan Hang said.

Idle, or boring.

After Yan Hang hung up the phone, he didn't move again, watching the sunlight outside the window move from the left side to the right side of the opposite building little by little.

In the first two days of the first day of junior high school, I wandered around with a group of people in the dormitory, like patrolling the streets, and almost memorized all the gaps and hurdles in the nearby roads.

"Your phone is ringing." Zhou Chunyang touched his arm.

"Ah?" Chu Yi raised his head and was stunned for a second before he heard his cell phone ringing, and quickly took it out.

When he saw Cui Yi's number, he suddenly became nervous.

"Uncle Cui?" He answered the phone.

"Are you going to see Yan Hang today?" Cui Yi asked, "If you go, bring him something to eat."

"Ah." On the first day of the junior high school, Cui Yi probably didn't know that he hadn't contacted Yan Hang for almost a week.

"His fever hasn't subsided yet," Cui Yi said, "Didn't the housekeeper be asked to cook again from today? If you want to go, bring him food. I won't be able to go back tonight."

"Ah?" Chu Yi was startled, did Yan Hang have a fever?

"Aren't you awake?" Cui Yi asked.

"Wake up," the first day of the junior high came back to his senses, "Got it, I'll go now."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chunyang asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Yan Hang has a fever," Chuyi said, "I have to pass, pass."

"Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at the time, "then you can go there, won't you come back at night?"

Looking at him on the first day of junior high school, this question suddenly became very difficult to answer.

Zhou Chunyang didn't ask this question before, but since the holidays, the school's management has become stricter, and the dormitory management will come to check on him at night. If he doesn't come back, the people in the dormitory will have to cover him up.

"Should not go back." Chu Yi said.

"Understood," Zhou Chunyang said, "then you can take a taxi there."

Someone is knocking on the door.

Yan Hang heard it, but it wasn't until the knock on the door became more urgent and then disappeared that he came back to his senses and sat up from the bed.

This is knocking on his door.

At this time... the landlord?

When he stood up, he felt a little dizzy. He didn't know whether it was because of being in a daze for a long time or because of a fever.

He walked behind the door and looked out through the peephole.

There is a person outside the door, who is pressing his mobile phone with his head down.

Although he couldn't see the face, he could recognize it just by looking at the hair. It was the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang opened the door in surprise: "Why did you come here?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he suddenly raised his head: "Do you have a fever?"

"Who told you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Uncle Cui." Chu Yi glared at him.

"Why is Lao Cui telling you this?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school, he was still carrying a big bag in his hand, "Come in."

When he entered the house on the first day of the new year, he could feel a chill when he walked past him.

"Is it cold outside?" he asked.

"It's not cold," Chuyi put down his big bag, turned his head and rubbed his hands while looking at him, "Is it still burning?"

"I don't know, I can't measure it." Yan Hang said.

After frantically rubbing his hands for a while on the first day of the junior high school, he carefully raised his hand to touch his forehead, and then tried it on his own forehead: "It's hotter than mine."

"It's okay," Yan Hang sat on the sofa, "What are you carrying all this?"

"Eat," Chu opened the big pocket, and took out a few lunch boxes from it, "I bought it just now... put it in a bowl, let's put it out."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the junior high school, I took a bunch of lunch boxes into the kitchen.

Yan Hang leaned on the sofa, and could see his back in a hurry in the kitchen.

Suddenly, I felt lighter.

It's like when he was depressed and saw the news from the first day of junior high school, he could curl his mouth. The dull depression in the past few days has been torn apart because of the arrival of the first day of junior high school.

He felt like he could smell the cool fresh air coming in through the cracks in the windows.

"What did you buy?" Yan Hang asked.

"Twice-cooked pork," looked back at him on the first day of the junior high school, and hesitated after finishing speaking, "Can I eat it?"

"Yes, I'm in the stage of supplementing nutrition now," Yan Hang said, "You don't have to be polite, just present the big fish and meat."

At the beginning, all the dishes in the lunch box were changed into bowls and served out, twice-cooked pork, fried pork ribs, fish-flavored eggplant, steamed eggs with meat stuffing, and finally a stir-fried Chinese cabbage, the only vegetarian dish.

"...I can't eat so much." Although Yan Hang is very greedy, he won't be able to eat this big pile even if he is hungry for ten days.

"There is me." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang glanced at him and smiled.

These dishes should be bought from a restaurant, not the casually fried ones in fast food restaurants. Yan Hang took a few bites and felt pretty good.

"You..." He wanted Chuyi to get a bottle of drink, but just as he opened his mouth, Chuyi's cell phone rang.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a look, and put it down.

"You go..." He continued, before he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

On the first day of the junior high school, I took a look at my phone and put it down again.

"Go and get something to drink." Yan Hang finished speaking quickly.

"Yeah." Chu nodded, got up and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

Before he got to the table after taking two bottles of iced tea, the phone on the table rang again.

"Who the hell is this?" Yan Hang couldn't stand it.

"Classmate." Chu unscrewed the iced black tea and brought it to his hand, picked up the phone and looked again.

"In your dormitory? Are you still sending messages when you're all in the dormitory?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," said the first day of junior high school, "from another class."

"Oh." Yan Hang looked at him, can he chat with classmates and friends from other classes in the first grade of junior high school?

The earth dog has made great progress in this area.

Yan Hang didn't say anything else, took a sip of iced black tea, bowed his head and continued to eat.

After eating two bites, the phone rang again.

what--

Yan Hang slapped his chopsticks on the table very displeased: "You give me a message, it's not over, Didi, Didi, Didi, Didi, let me sing you a song?"

"I didn't, I didn't talk." On the first day of the junior high school, he was taken aback.

"If you don't have time to chat, just talk to someone." Yan Hang said.

"I don't, I don't know how, what to say." Chu Yi rubbed his nose.

Yan Hang was stunned for a while, then realized: "Girl?"

"Well," Chuyi frowned, "Hu Biao gave me the number, those girls..."

"Those?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chuyi sighed, "I don't, I don't want to answer."

"...Oh," Yan Hang picked up the chopsticks again, "If you don't want to answer, then mute it, don't you think it's noisy?"

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, it seemed that he had just realized it, and picked up the phone.

"Actually, if you don't want to chat about blacklisting, you have to." Yan Hang said.

"Ah?" Chu Yi was stunned.