A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the junior high school, I closed my eyes and leaned against Yan Hang, resting my chin on his shoulder, feeling very relaxed and comfortable.

Ever since he found out that he would react inexplicably to Yan Hang, he has never been so relaxed. He is always afraid that something embarrassing will happen when he meets Yan Hang or gets close to Yan Hang.

Just like when the exam time is almost over and you haven't finished answering the papers, you will be hard when you are anxious. The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to have problems.

He felt that he hadn't been so comfortably next to Yan Hang for a long time.

Yan Hang patted him on the back lightly, just like coaxing a child, making him feel solid and relaxed.

He hugged Yan Hang tightly and rubbed Yan Hang's back.

"If another person dared to wipe his hands on my clothes, I slapped him and slapped him to the balcony." Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Chuyi closed his eyes and rubbed Yan Hang's back again. He only thought Yan Hang's voice was nice, but he didn't pay much attention to what he said.

"You fucking wipe your hands on me again," Yan Hang said, "I'll whip you."

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school reacted suddenly, and quickly raised his hand to look at it, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "I don't have any flour or powder on my hand."

"Nonsense," Yan Hang said, "It's all on my back."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was taken aback, but couldn't help laughing.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't stop the car no matter what, he rattled on Yan Hang's shoulder for about a minute.

After releasing Yan Hang, he looked behind Yan Hang.

...It's okay, there are a few noodles, if Yan Hang is not wearing a black T-shirt today, he won't be able to tell.

"Nothing, nothing." Chuyi said.

"It's easy to talk nonsense now," Yan Hang looked at him, "Open your mouth and come."

The first day of the junior high school smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Go," Yan Hang raised his chin, "There are stuffing ingredients in the small basket in the kitchen, bring them here."

"Not in the kitchen, do you cook in the kitchen?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's sunny here at the window," Yan Hang looked out the window, "It's comfortable to stay here."

"Okay." Chu nodded, went to the kitchen and took out the small basket.

"Use my mobile phone to start a live broadcast," Yan Hang said, "It's been a long time since I've done anything complicated."

"Yeah." On the first day of the junior high school, he took his mobile phone.

Yan Hang unlocked and posted a Weibo, then handed him the phone, took the mask and put it on: "You can take pictures today."

I haven't played the live broadcast in the first day of junior high school, I just watched it, and I'm a little flustered right now.

Yan Hang sat on the bay window, bent one leg, and looked at him with his chin resting on his knee: "Can you do it?"

"No, I know," looking at Yan Hang on the screen on the first day of junior high school, and the lines of words that were swiped past, "It's considered open, have you started?"

- forget it, it's already started

- Today is a handsome guy in charge of the mirror 23333

-Brother Xiaotian is too much like a painting, my God

- A screenshot has been taken, and there is a new picture on the screen saver of the mobile phone

"Miss and sisters have started talking too much," Yan Hang said.

"A lot." Chu nodded.

"That's the beginning." Yan Hang took out a washed potato from the small basket and tossed it towards the camera. "Today I'm going to make bread with milk dog stuffing for the puppy."

very handsome!

In the first day of junior high school, I swiped at least three rows of exclamation marks with the girls on the screen.

- Make bread for the puppy! ! !God!

- Puppy, are you milk stuffed?

- this doting tone is killing me

"Cut potatoes into cubes." Yan Hang picked up the knife in his left hand and lowered his head to start cutting potatoes.

- left hand

- This is the first time I saw Brother Xiaotian using his left hand

- I do that with my left hand too!

It wasn't until now that he realized it in the first day of junior high school. The hidden skill of the left hand that Yan Hang said was probably this. There is no difference between his left hand and his right hand.

Thinking of what Yan Hang told him about masturbation and masturbation... He immediately felt that Yan Hang was a psychopath.

"Onion," Yan Hang picked up an onion and shook it towards the camera, "Cut it into cubes too."

- puppy, talk

- Yes, handsome boy, are you a human selfie stick today?

"Chop Dinger." Chu Yi said.

-. . . . . .

-hahahahahahahaha

- Puppy tag repeater

Yan Hang glanced at him: "Have you been laughed at by the young lady?"

"En." Chu nodded.

"Come on, say this." Yan Hang picked up the bacon again.

"Bacon," said Chu Yi, "cut into cubes."

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

-HHHHHH so cute

- with a face

- oh my god you two get married

When I saw this sentence on the first day of junior high school, my hands shook and my phone almost fell to the ground.

After dicing all the ingredients, Yan Hang stood up: "Now I'm going to the kitchen, fry the stuffing."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was a little dizzy and followed behind him holding his mobile phone.

- It's the first time I saw Brother Xiaotian's whole body

- This figure is drooling. . .

-Puppy go and tear off his mask! ! !

Stir-fried stuffing is quite simple, put the potatoes and onions first, and then put the bacon when they are soft.

Standing by the side on the first day of the junior high school, he hadn't recovered from what the young lady said before, but just stared at Yan Hang on the screen in a daze.

It wasn't until Yan Hang poured the fried stuffing into the bowl that he said again: "It's out of the pot."

- Oh my god, this commentary is too cold

- Little handsome guy, don't you know what to say?

- probably dumbfounded, just like us

"Next." Yan Hang skillfully knocked three eggs into the bowl with his left hand, then turned around and handed the bowl to him.

"Eggs." Chu Yi said.

"Well," Yan Hang turned back and poured some white stuff into the bowl, then handed the bowl in front of him, "This."

"I don't know." Chuyi replied.

"Taste it." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he reached out and tapped lightly in the bowl, and sipped his fingers: "Cream."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "add salt and a little black pepper, and just mix it up, milk dog stuffing."

-I am dead

- i blew up

"Yacht." The first day of junior high school saw two gift messages, and couldn't help but say something.

- Here's your yacht!

- give you give you all

- omg so cute

"Now let's make local dog bread." Yan Hang took the stuffing out of the kitchen and returned to the bay window.

- Puppy show up

- Seek the same frame!

At first glance at Yan Hang, Yan Hang was lowering his head and tearing the noodles into small lumps and stacking them side by side.

He leaned over and pointed the phone at himself and Yan Hang.

"Huh?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Ask for the same frame." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"You are really responsive." Yan Hang said.

"Ah." Chu Yi smiled.

- sorry i died again

- i died too

- die together and leave me a place to lie down

"The next step is to pinch the puppy," Yan Hang said, "Camera for a close-up."

"Yeah." Chu pointed the camera at Yan Hang's hand.

"I have a hand injury," Yan Hang said. "If you have one hand, don't make too complicated ones. Just make a dog's head. If it is too complicated, it will easily deform when baked."

Yan Hang's right hand can only help, and after putting the stuffing on the surface, his left hand is basically pinching.

But at first glance, I was fascinated. With a few random strokes of Yan Hang's left hand, an oval shape was formed, and after a few more strokes, a round dog's head came out. Eye.

"Our local dogs have erect ears," Yan Hang said, "We clip our ears when we act like a spoiled child..."

On the first day of junior high school, he could no longer see what the girls were talking about on the screen. He only knew that the scrolling was fast, and there were a lot of gifts. His mind was full of "our local dog" and "coquettish"...

"Okay, this is a flowering puppy," Yan Hang said while cutting a small opening on the dough with scissors, gently pinching it into a petal shape, "Now put it in the oven, let it ferment for a while, and then bake it at 180 degrees for 15 Minutes, after baking, pour in the cream sauce just made, continue to return to the oven for 5 minutes, and it is ready to eat.”

Yan Hang stacked the finished bread on the baking tray and brought it into the kitchen.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he followed behind him in a daze, and bumped against the door frame when he entered the kitchen.

Yan Hang put the baking tray into the oven, and turned around after setting the time.

The first day of junior high school finally came back to his senses. According to Yan Hang's habit, it could be over at this time. There was no concluding remarks or concluding speeches. He stretched out his finger and poked on the screen concentratedly, and quit the live broadcast.

"There is still some flour, let's make some puppy biscuits." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded, put the phone on the table, went to the sink and carefully washed off the flour residue on his hands, then turned around and hugged Yan Hang again.

"Why?" Yan Hang asked.

"Being like a baby." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang smiled, and touched his head with his hand back, "Where's the ear?"

"Clamp, get up." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled and patted his hand: "My wound is wounded."

"Oh!" Chu Yi hurriedly let go.

The bread that Yan Hang baked today was very complicated and took a long time. He also made puppy biscuits, and when they were all baked and out of the oven, they were ready for dinner.

"Just eat this, this." The first day of the junior high school said holding a piece of earth dog bread.

"Whatever you want," Yan Hang said, "Eat, if you want to eat something else later, you can get some pasta."

"Yeah." Chu Yi took a bite of the bread.

"Is it delicious?" Yan Hang asked.

"Delicious." Chu nodded.

This was not against his will at all, he felt that Yan Hang's level of making these things could easily kill a bakery in seconds.

A total of [-] pieces of local dog bread were made, ten of which were eaten on the first day of junior high school, four were eaten by Yan Hang, and two were left for the first day of junior high school to eat breakfast tomorrow.

"Tell you something." Yan Hang said while sitting on the sofa while looking at his phone.

"Yeah." Chuyi sat next to him.

"The part-time job I told you about before," Yan Hang said, "They said it will start tomorrow, from 07:30 to [-] o'clock in the evening."

"Tomorrow?" Looking at him on the first day of junior high school, he was excited at first. After all, he didn't have much money in his hand, but after the excitement, he became a little nervous. He had only had one job in total, so he didn't need to talk.

"Tomorrow night, I will accompany you to find out the place," Yan Hang said, "It's not too far from my place."

"Okay," Chu Yi rubbed his hands, "I have, I'm a little nervous."

"It's okay," Yan Hang glanced at him, "You'll be cheating on gifts, the waiter's work is so stressful."

"I didn't!" Chu Yi was stunned, "Who lied to the gift, it's a gift!"

"Miss and sisters bought a lot of gifts today." Yan Hang said.

"That's you!" Chu Yi glared at him.

Every time Miss Sister dies collectively, it is because of what you said!

But he didn't have the nerve to say this, and it was too long, and it took a lot of effort to say it.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm in a really good mood today."

"Really?" Chu Yi asked.

"Really," Yan Hang looked at him, "I haven't been this happy for a long time."

"Tired?" On the first day of junior high school, he still looked a little tired. I don't know if it was because he was too tired from making bread, or he was a little weak after a high fever.

"A little bit," Yan Hang said, "It's like this when the fever subsides."

"Then you still do it, bread." Chu Yi said.

"It doesn't matter if you're in a good mood," Yan Hang rested his arms on the pillow, "During the Chinese New Year the year before last, I had a stomachache and made a big meal."

"This year, where are you during the Chinese New Year?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Here," Yan Hang thought for a while, "I lived with Old Cui."

On the first day of the new year, he remembered what happened during the Chinese New Year, and he can still clearly recall his feelings at that time. He frowned, and then raised his head suddenly: "Na Ming, next year..."

"Let's live with Old Cui," Yan Hang said, "He won't go home anyway."

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

He has never thought about Chinese New Year. For him, Chinese New Year is just like that, but now that he has found Yan Hang, Chinese New Year is not "just like that".

He didn't want to go home for the New Year, he just wanted to go back quietly to see his grandparents and aunt, but he would be separated from Yan Hang again. When he thought of the three days when he returned home on November, his mood immediately plummeted.

"It's still a few months." Yan Hang put his hand on his head, twirling his hair with his fingers, "Look at your expression."

Chu Yi turned his head and grinned at him.

"Are you going to work?" Hu Biao was a little surprised, "Are you short of money, tell us if you are short of money, and we can make some money for you?"

"No," sighed the first day of the junior high school, "I just want to work part-time."

"Why?" Hu Biao asked again.

"Make money." Chu Yi said.

"Still, tell us about the lack of money." Hu Biao said.

"Hey," Zhou Chunyang lay on the bed happily, "people just go to work to make money, not because they are short of money and wait for our crowdfunding. Why is it so hard to talk to you?"

"Working is so tiring," Hu Biao said, "We are still children."

The first day I looked at him.

"Isn't it? You don't have a correct understanding of yourself," Hu Biao said, "Aren't we just children? My brother is 20 years old. Looking at me is like looking at a child."

He didn't speak on the first day of junior high school. He never felt that he was a child, and no one in his family treated him like a child. He just felt that he was stupid.

But when Hu Biao said this, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

Yan Hang.

In Yan Hang's eyes, he is just a child, right?

Puppy, little dirt dog, milk dog...

Yan Hang just treats him like a child, pampers him, a child who can pinch his ears...

I started to have a little appetite today.

Just after four o'clock, Yan Hang felt a little hungry. After five o'clock, he went to make himself a fried rice with shredded coconut and pineapple.

It is estimated that the body is slowly recovering.

Of course, what affects his appetite the most is his mood, and everything is fine when he is in a good mood.

He took his phone and looked at the time. Originally, he planned to come over to have dinner with him in the first day of junior high school before going to work in the restaurant, but when he was about to leave, he was called by the teacher to help carry things.

Yan Hang lay on the sofa. During the period before the first day of junior high school, he didn't know whether he should read a book, play a game, or squint for a while.

He was casually pointing at the phone, and the security software reminded him that he hadn't cleaned up the trash for a long time, so he clicked on clean up.

After cleaning up, a certain cloud storage told him that there are not many places, so spend money to buy some.

He looked at it, and it was nothing more than photos and videos that took up space.

He doesn't want to delete the photos.

video?

He hadn't watched the video for a long time, and almost couldn't remember what it was, so he opened the video folder.

The first video that jumped into his sight made him stunned.

He no longer remembers that he still has pornography in these places. Fortunately, he didn't have the habit of studying his mobile phone in the first day of junior high school.

He stared at the title of the video for a moment.

In fact, I used to watch AV, I would watch it when I was masturbating, and sometimes I would also look at pictures.

He frowned, a person who watched AV, touched the waist of a little boy, and he could respond... Yan Hang, do you have such a wide range of interests?

Yan Hang leaned on his arms and meditated.

He recalled his previous feelings. When he saw these, whether his attention was on the man or the woman...but he still couldn't tell for a while.

But what is certain is that whether it is a video or a picture, he will not use only girls.

So to say……

Yan Hang clicked his tongue and clicked on the video.

Go fuck yourself and try it.

On the first day of junior high school, I waited downstairs for Yan Hang to come down, and walked around the small garden by the way, but couldn't find the hedgehog.

The security guard looked at him as he passed by: "Are you looking for a hedgehog?"

"Ah." Chu Yi smiled.

"Probably went for a walk there with his wife." The security guard pointed to the garden in the distance.

"His wife?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Well," the security guard nodded, "Your Uncle Cui picked up a female hedgehog from somewhere..."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he laughed, he really didn't expect Cui Yi to have such leisure time, looking for a wife for the hedgehog.

Just as he was about to walk over there to have a look, Yan Hang's voice came from behind him: "Where are you going?"

On the first day of junior high school, he turned his head immediately, and rushed to him in two steps, wrapped in the wind: "Nowhere, not going."

"Go," Yan Hang put his arm on his shoulder, then took it off again, glanced at him, put his arm on it again, and frowned, "You won't grow taller again, will you?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi touched the top of his head, "I don't know."

"It's not easy to hug a shoulder." Yan Hang said.

"Then what, what should I do," said the first day of the junior high school, "I'll give it later, you can buy, buy high-heeled shoes?"

"Let me tell you about the first day of junior high school," Yan Hang glanced at him, "I'll buy a plaster and stick your mouth on it later."

I laughed for a long time on the first day of junior high school.

This part-time restaurant is not big, a bit like the small coffee shop where Yan Hang used to work, with seven or eight small tables, warm yellow lights, soft music, and the aroma of coffee that can be smelled even standing at the door.

"Go in by yourself," Yan Hang stood across the street with him, "Don't let people see you come to work and you have to be accompanied."

"Well," Chu nodded, "They know, do they know that I'm stuttering?"

"I know," Yan Hang smiled, "People say that there is no need to say anything, just a few polite words and there is nothing else to say."

"Okay," Chu Yi looked at the time, "Go in now? Not yet, it's time."

Yan Hang also looked at the time, and it was still 20 minutes before the appointed time: "After a while, it's fine to be three or five minutes earlier. If it's too early, it will be inconvenient if someone has other things to do."

"Then stand here for a while." Chu nodded.

"Go over there." Yan Hang looked around and pointed forward.

They walked forward for a while and sat down on a chair by the side of the road.

It's getting cold now, except for the two of them, no one else is still sitting here blowing the air.

"Is it cold?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's not cold." Yan Hang put his arms on the back of the chair behind him, and tapped his fingers on his shoulders, as if he was playing rhythm.

The first day of junior high school likes the atmosphere now.

Just him and Yan Hang, talking or not talking, are comfortable because they can feel the slight temperature of Yan Hang's body.

"Want to show you a magic trick?" Yan Hang said.

"Left-handed too, will it?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Oh, I forgot," Yan Hang laughed, "You can play with the iron with your left hand, but you can't change it. It's not as fast as your right hand, and it will show you."

On the first day of the junior high school, he laughed for a while, then stared at the ground in a daze for a while.

"Yan Hang," he turned his head, "Are you, aren't you..."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Do you think I am, a child?" asked the first day of the junior high school, "That is, do you treat me like a child?"

"Why do you ask this?" Yan Hang smiled.

"I just want to ask." Chu Yi said.

"When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were a primary school student," Yan Hang said, "I didn't know you were in junior high school until you were wearing a school uniform."

"Because you're short?" Chu Yi sighed.

"No," Yan Hang looked at him, "because you are timid."

"Oh," thought about it on the first day of the junior high school, "then, what about?"

"Later," Yan Hang raised his head and looked at the sky, "Later...it's a little hard to explain. On the one hand, I feel that you have grown up a lot, and on the other hand, I still feel that you are very small."

Yan Hang raised his little finger: "That's all."

"Actually, I'm a steel coin, fine?" Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed and stopped after a while. When he looked at him again, his face became a little serious.

"You're not considered a child." Yan Hang looked at him, reached out and tapped his lips, "at least now... I can't treat you as a child."