A Lucky Coin

The startled expression on the first day of junior high school made Yan Hang suddenly a little embarrassed, as if teaching children to do bad things was being questioned by innocent children.

"...Let me see." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"Oh." Chu handed him the phone.

Yan Hang clicked on WeChat to check, there were 4 friend applications waiting to be approved, and 17 unread messages.

He glanced at Chu Yi.

On the first day of junior high school, I continued to bow my head to eat without feeling anything.

Faced with this local dog who was not at all wary of him, Yan Hang felt that he was sorry for what he had done to the 17+4 unhandled news.

In the end, he just clicked on the message and looked at it.

All are girls.

Counting those who have read it, the news has exploded.

Yan Hang roughly counted, and there are at least 15 of these newly added girls.

That's amazing, brother dog.

"Is Hu Biao your manager? Or use your account to sell money?" Yan Hang sighed, if he hadn't kept the chat box with Xing Tian on the top in the first day of junior high school, and he hadn't contacted him for a week, he would probably be squeezed into the list last bit.

"Chunyang's, no. He also sprinkled it, and sprinkled it out." Chu Yi said.

"What are you afraid of when Zhou Chunyang's account is released," Yan Hang said, "He likes men."

I glanced at him for the first time, but didn't speak.

Yan Hang felt that his fever had not subsided, or he hadn't seen the first day of junior high school for too long, and he had forgotten how to speak properly.

"This girl is pretty." He pointed the screen at the first day of junior high school, and on it was a selfie taken by a girl in Moments.

"It's the beauty of the school," Chu Yi took a look, "Do you think it's good, good-looking?"

"Well, it's okay," Yan Hang looked at the photo again, "He looks quite foreign, with big eyes."

"Oh." Chuyi replied.

Yan Hang looked at him: "You don't think it looks good?"

"I can't tell the difference, whether it looks good or not." The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, "Didn't you say that I am stupid."

"It's two different things from soil, okay?" Yan Hang was a little helpless, "No matter how soil is, there will be people who think it looks good. You are mentally retarded."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed, and smiled for a long time with a piece of ribs in his mouth before putting it in his mouth: "Then she hasn't, she doesn't have shells, and the shells are beautiful."

Yan Hang paused for a second before he remembered who Bei Ke was.

So I scrolled down again and found the conversation of Keike, clicked in and took a look. After he helped Chuyi reply to Keke last time, the conversations between the two of them went on about four more times, and most of them were warmly spoken by Keike. It started with "Hi handsome guy" and ended with an indifferent "um" in the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang felt sad for Shell after seeing it.

"Eat." After digging a lot on the first day of the junior high school, he raised his head and looked at him.

"Yeah." Yan Hang put the phone back in his hand.

"Have you blocked it?" Chu Yi asked.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "It's not polite to block people after adding them."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when his cell phone rang again in the first day of junior high school.

"You didn't, didn't, didn't help me..." The first day of the junior high school hurriedly picked up the phone, "Jing, sound?"

Yan Hang didn't speak, pulled the phone out of his hand, and turned it off.

"Let's eat." He smiled at Chuyi.

After eating, Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa, and felt very happy to see that for the first time in so many days, he emptied the dishes without leftovers.

On the first day of the junior high school, he took the thermometer and handed it to him: "Measure again?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang took it and stuffed it into his clothes.

When he went to wash the dishes on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang turned on the TV.

He estimated that he hadn't turned on the TV for four or five days, and he didn't think it was interesting. There was a TV in the room that made him uneasy and irritable, but sometimes he felt that it was too quiet and oppressive to suffocate.

Now when the TV sounded in the room, he could only feel the smell of fireworks.

He looked at the first day of junior high who was washing dishes in the kitchen, and couldn't tell what it was like.

He said that when Zhou Chunyang liked men, the first time he saw him, thinking about it now, it should be more than just a superficial reaction to his mention of "like men".

In the first day of junior high school, I probably already knew clearly that I liked men.

Yan Hang lay down on the sofa, turned his head to look at the first day of junior high school, and couldn't tell what it felt like.

He hoped that he could figure it out on the first day of junior high school, but he didn't seem to want him to figure it out. He always felt that he was sure that he liked men without having experienced any feelings, which made him a little uneasy.

But when it comes to girls...

Just like the attitude of the first pair of girls, it really doesn’t look like you can have something with girls, let alone fall in love, even ordinary friends don’t seem to be able to make friends... Even if he likes girls, he probably won’t be able to get along .

Yan Hang turned over and stared at the back of the sofa.

In fact, compared to the first day of junior high school, whether he should try to get a girlfriend first and then make sure, or it has already been determined, it should be himself who is more worthy of his trouble.

Compared with the first year of junior high school, he is not much stronger.

I haven't made any friends, let alone a girlfriend. It's nothing more than a confession from a man or a woman.

You will think that a certain girl is very beautiful, and you will also feel handsome when you look at a certain man.

But if you want to talk about being tempted, you haven't had it either.

If it were another person, his reaction to the WeChat in the first day of junior high school just now was as awesome as his observation and judgment, and he would have said that it was impossible for this person to have nothing.

It happened that this matter was left on himself.

He couldn't tell if it was possessiveness or something.

The earth dog is his earth dog.

He is alone.

This is an idea that has been rooted in his heart for such a long time, and sometimes he even rejects his parents, grandparents and grandparents in the first year of junior high school.

The only friend of the soil dog is him, the only brother of the soil dog is him, the only support of the soil dog is him, and the only one in the eyes of the soil dog is still.

Once there are other people here, regardless of gender, he will feel uncomfortable.

Childish as if a child's beloved toy was taken away.

This is possessiveness.

Thinking about it now, it's pretty domineering.

But looking back and analyzing, if it is "something", the external performance is almost the same, and it is difficult to distinguish.

He was still a puppy on the first day of junior high school, but he was a middle-aged dog after breaking the sky. He hadn't even celebrated his 17th birthday.

No matter what kind of idea he came from, any hint he gave to the first day of junior high school would be a guide.

He even worried about what Zhou Chunyang would say to the first day of junior high school, and whether it would have any impact on the first day of junior high school, let alone this person was himself.

"Let me take a look." After washing the dishes on the first day of the junior high school, he tidied up the kitchen and returned to the living room.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang asked.

"Temperature, take a meter." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang felt inside the clothes, but couldn't find them, and then searched on the other side, but still couldn't find them, "It's gone."

"Did you do a set of radio exercises?" A little confused on the first day of junior high school, "you can still lose the thermometer if you're caught in an individual, lost it?"

"I don't know, I did a set of Taijiquan." Yan Hang sat up straight, patted his body, and shook his clothes, the thermometer fell out of the clothes.

On the first day of junior high school, I picked it up and looked at it: "Thirty, five degrees."

"It's going to be a while." Yan Hang laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense," Chuyi frowned, and handed him the thermometer, "Weigh it."

"Hey." Yan Hang stuffed the thermometer into his clothes and lay down on the sofa.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood next to the sofa and didn't move.

Yan Hang glanced at him and put his legs away: "Sit."

I sat on the sofa on the first day of the junior high school.

He closed his eyes and sighed inwardly.

In the past, the first day of junior high school would not have hesitated so much, but now it is so difficult to even sit next to him.

"My phone is broken, is it broken?" Chuyi took the phone and pressed it a few times, then turned to look at him in horror.

"...I just turned off the phone for you, didn't you see?" Yan Hang said.

"Oh, I forgot." Chu Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"How is school these days?" Yan Hang touched him with his foot.

"That's it," looked at the phone in the first day of junior high school, "class, get out of class, eat, go shopping."

"Go shopping?" Yan Hang leaned on his arm.

"Come next to the school and take a stroll." Chuyi smiled.

"Oh." Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stared at the phone for a while, then turned his head, and asked in a low voice: "What about you?"

"Guess?" Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, bit his lip, turned his head and stared at the phone for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Yan Hang said.

"I just, just...just..." Chuyi frowned.

"You can't turn it on," Yan Hang interrupted him, "I'm almost suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was stunned and smiled, then lowered his head and turned on the phone.

This time there is no Didi, and I was poking on the screen on the first day of the junior high school, not knowing what I was doing.

"Brother Dog," Yan Hang looked at his side face, "Are you a man of the hour in your school now?"

Chu Chu glanced at him, did not speak, and continued to poke on the screen, apparently replying to a message.

Yan Hang smiled and didn't speak again, just kept looking at him.

Recruiting girls in the first grade of junior high school is actually not uncommon at all. It used to be unremarkable because he was always careful, wearing old and torn school uniforms, wearing his own cut hair, walking along the walls, and doing his best to keep Hide yourself.

And once he gets rid of this state, he is the one that many girls will like.

He is handsome, has a good figure, can fight, and talks less.

Yan Hang's gaze moved down from the side of his face little by little.

Neck, shoulders, arms... all fucking covered by clothes, nothing can be seen.

Only the arms can still be seen because the sleeves are rolled up while washing the dishes.

The first day of junior high school does not look strong, but the muscle lines are still very cool. When the fingers move on the screen, they will occasionally gently lift the long and firm muscles on the forearm...

Yan Hang suddenly felt that if he wanted to judge whether he had something for the first year of junior high school, he could probably only judge from his physiological reaction.

He didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about the first day of junior high school, and naturally he never had any physiological reactions.

If you have a ghost in your heart now, will there be any reaction?

"Hey, brother dog," Yan Hang tapped Chuyi's back with his foot, "Take off your coat."

"Huh?" Chu Yi turned his head.

"Take off your coat." Yan Hang said.

"Already, already off, ah." The first day of the junior high school looked at him in shock.

"Oh." Yan Hang glanced at the coat rack.

On the first day of the junior high school, he put on a thick coat over his sportswear, and he had already taken off the coat when he entered the door.

"What are you wearing inside?" Yan Hang asked.

"Short sleeves." Chuyi looked at his clothes with a mask on his face.

"Are you cold?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Not cold." Chuyi replied.

"Take it off." Yan Hang said.

The first half opened his mouth and looked at him very confused: "Why, what?"

"I look hot." Yan Hang said.

"... Oh." Chu Yi was stunned, put down his phone, and took off his sportswear.

Underneath was a black short-sleeved T-shirt.

Yan Hang hooked the T-shirt with his feet and lifted it up. He saw the waist of the first year of junior high school. It was very strong and had no fat...

"Why?" Chu Yi finally slapped his foot.

"Is this dress mine?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah," Chu Yi tugged at his clothes, "There are also white and colored ones."

"Very good." Yan Hang nodded.

Looking at him on the first day of junior high school, it took about five seconds before he opened his mouth: "Here is the thermometer, give it to me."

Yan Hang took out the thermometer and handed it to him.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he took a look at it and turned his head suddenly: "38 degrees seven?"

"Up again? You're so scared that you can't stutter... Let me see," Yan Hang sat up, took the thermometer from his hand and looked at it, "It's really 38 degrees seven."

"Go to the hospital." Chuyi stood up.

"I'll quit after a while," Yan Hang lay back on the sofa, "I'm not that delicate."

"This is a high, high fever?" I was a little anxious on the first day of the junior high school. The fire that was ordered by Yan Hang to take off his clothes and then lifted his clothes to burn was suddenly frightened by the 38 degrees and disappeared without a trace.

"Did you go to the hospital when you had a fever?" Yan Hang asked.

"...No," Chuyi replied honestly, he had never been to the hospital for any illness, "but I didn't, I didn't..."

"I won't go," Yan Hang waved his hand, "I know it myself."

The first day I looked at him.

I was very anxious, but this was Yan Hang, whoever was in the dormitory, he might go up and drag him to the hospital, but Yan Hang didn't dare, he was afraid that Yan Hang would beat him.

"Burn me some hot water," Yan Hang said, "Sweat."

"Oh!" On the first day of the junior high school, he hurried into the kitchen.

Yan Hang doesn't usually have the habit of drinking hot water. If he wants to drink some hot water, he has to boil it immediately. He took a kettle and filled it with water. Boil a cup and let Yan Hang drink it first, and then slowly boil another pot.

Ah, the little dirt dog is so clever.

The water was boiled quickly, and he poured it out just enough for a cup. When he handed it to Yan Hang, Yan Hang was sitting on the sofa watching TV. His face looked normal, but he looked a little sleepy.

"Why don't you sleep, go to sleep." He put the water in front of Yan Hang.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Don't be so nervous, it's not the first time I've been sick."

"I haven't seen it, I've been." Chu Yi said.

"I've seen it now," Yan Hang said, "Calm down, I'm nervous when you startle me, and I'm sorry if you don't pass out."

On the first day of junior high school, he smiled a little embarrassedly. The doctor said that Yan Hang's physical fitness is very good. It shouldn't be a big problem to have a fever. He had a fever before, and it subsided after covering it overnight.

"How's your foot?" Yan Hang asked.

"Okay." Chuyi raised his leg.

"Not so fast." Yan Hang drank hot water slowly, "It may feel better, but it is very easy to sprain again. Be careful when you walk."

"Well," the first day of the junior high school squatted down beside his legs and looked up at him. He felt very uncomfortable when he thought that he would leave a wounded and sick person like Yan Hang here for a week, "Yan Hang."

"I know what you're going to say," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Hold on."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Dog." Yan Hang scratched his hair and put his hands on his head.

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school responded, waiting for him to continue, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Hang didn't continue, as if he was a little distracted, he shook his head, "ah?"

"You are such a good dog." Yan Hang said.

"... You really know how to praise people." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed, leaned back on the sofa and sighed.

The second pot of water boiled, and I went to the kitchen on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang felt his eyes a little astringent. After so many days, he finally felt sleepy.

"I'm going to bed first, I'm a little sleepy," Yan Hang went into the bathroom to wash up, "If you're not sleepy, play for a while by yourself."

"Well," the first day of the junior high school was pouring boiling water into the thermos, "get ice in a while, cool down with a towel, let's cool down."

"Okay," Yan Hang responded, and when he came out of the wash, Chu Yi was still standing in the kitchen, apparently waiting for him, with a worried expression on his face, he patted Chu Yi's face, "Don't sleep on the sofa at night gone."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

It is said to be sleepy, but it is not particularly easy to fall asleep.

Yan Hang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

However, lying down and waiting for dawn without sleepiness, and lying down slowly waiting for sleep with sleepiness, the two feelings are still very different.

After lying down for a while, he heard Chuyi come in, and then a cold towel was placed on his forehead.

"It will be noisy, so noisy that you sleep, will you sleep?" Chuyi asked softly.

"No." Yan Hang didn't open his eyes, the voice of the first day of junior high school was actually quite magnetic in this situation.

"I'm right there, next to me." Chu Yi said.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

The mattress sank, and Chu Yi sat next to him.

The invisibility skills in the first day of junior high school were practiced very well. After sitting down, there was basically no movement. It was not until the towel on his forehead was no longer cool that Yan Hang felt that the first day of junior high school moved, and the towel was gently taken away.

Then the mattress was lifted slightly, Chuyi stood up, and walked out of the bedroom with very light steps.

In fact, for a person who can't sleep well, the movement that is so light and inaudible but not completely muted in the first day of junior high school is the most terrifying, and he can't help but concentrate on trying to hear it clearly, and then fall asleep after hearing it clearly It's gone.

But Yan Hang didn't have this kind of irritability today, and enjoyed it a bit.

He hadn't been out during this period, and he hadn't seen anyone except Cui Yi and the housekeeper, and the silence in the room most of the time made him suffocate.

Perhaps because of being injured and having a fever, he became very sensitive, and the feeling of loneliness and loneliness seemed to spread in his bones, and he could no longer find the sense of balance he had when he was alone for a long time.

Here on the first day of the junior high school, he made all kinds of small sounds, which made him feel at ease.

But his poor drowsiness, though not entirely gone, could not grow any further.

He changed his towel four times on the first day of junior high school, but he always closed his eyes and fell asleep like this.

When the towel was removed for the fifth time, the first day of the junior high school touched his forehead, but did not put the towel for the sixth time.

Yan Hang could hear him going to wash up, then turned off the light in the living room and entered the bedroom.

Probably because he was afraid of disturbing him, he didn't turn on the light when he entered the bedroom, walked two steps to the bed and kicked the foot of the bed.

"Fuck you, uncle." Chu Yi suppressed his voice and almost cursed out of breath.

Yan Hang suppressed a smile.

Does the little dog still swear behind his back?

On the first day of junior high school, I went to bed very lightly, and then froze again.

There was only one quilt, and when it was hot, the two of them slept on the same bed without a cover, but now it was very cold, and they couldn't sleep without a cover.

Yan Hang originally wanted to open his mouth and let him cover it together, but he was afraid of embarrassment when he opened his mouth, so he could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

After affirming that there would be 30 seconds, I finally reached out and lifted the quilt.

Yan Hang pretended to turn over to his side, and spread the quilt half way over there.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly got into the quilt while he turned over, rubbed against him, and covered the quilt.

The room fell silent, only the small alarm clock beside the bed could be heard ticking quietly.

There is also the sound of breathing in the first grade of junior high school.

Yan Hang listened to the breathing of the first day of junior high school, from fast to slow.

He was really envious of the speed at which the dog fell asleep. It took him only 10 minutes at most before he heard a very soft purr on the first day of junior high school.

This fell asleep.

Gee.

Yan Hang really wanted to wake him up and let him go back to sleep. There is also an insomniac here. Why do you have the nerve to fall asleep so fast?

He opened his eyes and looked.

Chuyi slept with his back facing him, and now he can only see Chuyi's neck and shoulders.

... feel nothing.

I don't know if it was because he was sick and couldn't make room to think about those things in his mind, or because he really didn't feel much about the first day of junior high school.

Of course, it may also be that the stimulation is not enough.

Yan Hang suddenly wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't realize that he was actually so childish.

He stretched out his hand to Chuyi's side and put it on Chuyi's waist.

Through the clothes, I can feel the body of the first grader in the palm of my hand gently rising and falling with my breathing, which is quite rhythmic.

"Dog." He barked softly.

On the first day of the new year, there was no movement, not even a change in breathing.

So he picked up the clothes with his fingers, reached in and touched Chu Yi's waist again.

The atmosphere is very weird right now, and Yan Hang really doesn't understand that he, who has always been calm, steady, mature, traveling all over the world, well-informed and unflappable, would behave like a hooligan, or secretly play a hooligan.

But what surprised him even more was that in this strange, stimulating and neurotic behavior, he...suddenly felt that Chuyi's waist was easy to touch, and the skin was tight and smooth...

The mattress shook twice, and when Chuyi suddenly opened his eyes, Yan Hang had lifted the quilt and sat up.

"What's the matter!" He sat up nervously, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so he could only see the outline of Yan Hang.

When reaching out to turn on the light, Yan Hang grabbed his wrist: "Sleep with you."

"Uncomfortable?" Asked on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang's hands were quite hot, but not particularly hot, and the fever should have subsided a little.

"I pee." Yan Hang got out of bed.

"Oh." Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief and lay back.