A Lucky Coin

It was almost time, so Yan Hang and I got up together on the first day of the junior high school, and walked to the coffee shop.

The sidewalks are paved with large bluestones. I walked all the way on the first day of the junior high school and tripped over the cracks of the stones at least three times.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him: "Just you, you don't need to attack when punching people, can you knock yourself down after you trip yourself?"

Chu took a look at him, lowered his head and stomped his feet on the ground.

You can still feel the touch left by Yan Hang's fingers on your lips. It's not bad that he didn't even fall or roll all the way.

"Go in," Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, "I'll walk around and come pick you up later."

"No," the first day of junior high school looked at him immediately, "you go back, take a taxi, no need to pick up."

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's not safe," Chu Yi frowned, "Don't come out, come here."

Yan Hang smiled: "I have a sixth sense..."

"No." Chu Yi interrupted him.

"Hey!" Yan Hang sighed helplessly, "Okay, go back by yourself, do you know the way?"

"Better than you." Chu Yi said.

"Go in," Yan Hang pushed him, "The boss is called Liu Xiaoxiang, just call her Miss Xiaoxiang."

When he pushed open the door of the coffee shop on the first day of the lunar new year, he looked back again, and Yan Hang waved at him leaning against the lamp post opposite.

He smiled and entered the coffee shop.

There were no customers inside, just a girl behind the bar packing things up.

"Hello," the first day of the junior high school walked over to the bar and slowed down, "I'm looking for Miss Xiaoxiang."

"What day... what day is it?" The girl looked up at him, "First day, right?"

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"I'm not stuttering either," the girl stretched out her hand across the bar, "I'm Liu Xiaoxiang."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he quickly reached out and shook her hand.

"You know the specific work, right?" Liu Xiaoxiang beckoned, "Come on, change your clothes."

Liu Xiaoxiang has a Yujie voice, a little dumb, if you don't see the real person, you might think she is a big sister.

It was only after she came out from behind the bar that she realized that she was very petite on the first day of the junior high school, and she felt about the same height as when she met Yan Hang.

When I looked at her in the first day of junior high school, I suddenly realized that I had really grown taller, and I would no longer be laughed at by people for my height.

Liu Xiaoxiang brought him a set of clothes, which looked a bit like Yan Hang's uniform when he was working in a coffee shop. It seems that the clothes in coffee shops all over the country may be similar.

When he was changing clothes in the dressing room, Liu Xiaoxiang explained a series of things outside: "The menu is on the bar counter. The list at night is different from that during the day. It's simpler. Just charge according to what you order. It closes at ten o'clock. There is no one else, you can leave early, you have the key in the first drawer..."

"Yeah." The first day of junior high school answered while quickly changing clothes. Liu Xiaoxiang spoke like a big sister, and she spoke very fast, giving him the illusion that she would come in and beat someone the next second without changing her clothes. .

"If you don't understand anything, you can call me." Liu Xiaoxiang's voice seemed to be away from the door. "The door lock is a little hard to use. When you lock it, use a little strength..."

"Oh." Chu Yi raised his pants and opened the door.

I didn't see Liu Xiaoxiang, and I looked at the store, and there was no one there.

gone?

Just explain it like a cannonball and leave?

Standing next to the bar on the first day of the junior high school, looking at the empty coffee shop, I was a little bit overwhelmed.

After being dazed for a few seconds, he walked to the back of the bar. There was a business card on the counter, which belonged to Liu Xiaoxiang. After saving her phone number in his mobile phone, he opened the first drawer and took the key inside. Come out and put it in your pocket.

Then... I don't know what to do.

He doesn't even know how to use the cash register, and he doesn't know how to make the various drinks and coffee on the menu. If there is a guest coming at this moment, he can probably only serve him a glass of plain water.

How can there be such a boss?

On the first day of the new year, he stood behind the bar in a daze.

There was a very soft bell ringing from the other side of the door, and someone was coming!

God!

Here comes the guest!

Hello, we are closed.

Hello, now only boiled water is provided.

Hello……

"Hot milk." The shopkeeper who came in stood in front of the bar and said something.

Chu Yi, who had been lowering his head and pretending to be busy, suddenly raised his head.

"Yan Hang?" He couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "What, why..."

"Your boss left in five minutes," Yan Hang said, "I guess you are confused."

"She didn't know anything, teach me!" Chu yelled in a low voice, "Just say what time to close, close the door, and then, let's go!"

"Nonsense," Yan Hang laughed, "The ones they want to recruit are those who are familiar with it and don't need to be taught at all."

"Then neither do I, no!" I panicked on the first day of junior high school.

"With me," Yan Hang said, "what are you afraid of?"

"Why didn't you go back?" The first day of junior high school came back to God.

"I'm going back, what do you do now?" Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, there was no sound.

"Come on," Yan Hang walked around the bar and walked to him, "I'll first tell you how to use the cash register, and then the coffee, all made by automatic coffee machines, it's very simple."

"Yeah." On the first day of junior high school, the whole person calmed down.

Yan Hang is the foreman of the western restaurant in a five-star hotel!He knows everything behind this bar!He also understands things that are not there!

Ah ha ha ha ha ha awesome!

He didn't know what he was proud of. It was Yan Hang who understood, and it was Yan Hang who was awesome, not him.

But he was still proud and at ease.

Although he doesn't like to study, he is not stupid in the first grade of junior high school, and he can learn things very quickly. He can almost understand the basic things after Yan Hang taught him once.

"Let me take a look at their coffee," Yan Hang took the menu, "Generally, these small coffee shops only have those kinds of coffee, which are easy to make..."

There was a knock at the door, and at first glance, two girls came in.

"Go and say hello." Yan Hang pushed him.

"Oh," the first day of the junior high school answered, took the menu and walked over. Although there was Yan Hang, he was still a little nervous when facing the guests alone. He walked to the table and put the menu on the table, "Good evening .”

The two girls took the menu and studied it for a while: "A cappuccino and an iced latte."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school answered, turned around and returned to the bar, and whispered to Yan Hang, "Kabu, Chino and ice, latte."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "You watch me do it."

"Okay." Chu Yi stared at him.

He went there once when Yan Hang was working in the coffee shop before, and at that time Yan Hang was only working as a waiter, and he had never seen Yan Hang making drinks.

Now watching Yan Hang proficiently use the machine in the store, while explaining to him in a low voice how much milk to put in cappuccino and how much milk to froth for latte.

Seeing Yan Hang holding a coffee cup in one hand and whipped milk froth in one hand and starting latte art, he was stunned on the first day of junior high school: "I still want... latte art? I'd better resign."

"No, they have molds, just sift them with cocoa powder," Yan Hang said, "I'm a habitual action."

On the first day of junior high school, he relaxed after hearing that there was no need to force the flowers to be drawn, and continued to stare at Yan Hang's hand, watching him make a leaf casually.

So handsome.

Call Brother Xiaotian!

The left hand is also so handsome!

"Now make a latte," Yan Hang whispered, "The latte needs to be layered, but it's not particularly difficult."

On the first day of junior high school, I once again had the urge to resign.

Yan Hang took a cup, put ice cubes in it, poured milk and syrup into it and stirred it well, then took a long-handled spoon and started pouring coffee into the cup along the handle.

"Slower and wider angles will allow for layering," Yan Hang said, "Just add a layer of milk foam at the end."

At first glance, it was a little dazed.

When they brought the coffee made by Yan Hang to the two girls, they looked very satisfied.

However, a girl swished the layered iced latte into a mess, and he immediately felt very distressed.

"Just stir it up like that, stir it up!" Chu Yi whispered while leaning on the bar.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang smiled, "Some people like to drink in layers, and some like to mix it up."

"Waste," said Chuyi, "that's still divided, what level."

"You care so much," Yan Hang said, "Come in, and continue to teach you what to do."

There weren't too many guests tonight. After the two girls left, two couples came. One ordered coffee and the other ordered juice.

Yan Hang didn't do it himself, but directed him to do it in a low voice beside him.

clumsy.

In the past, grandma always scolded him like this, and he was quite unconvinced on the first day of junior high school, but he didn't bother to refute it. Today he felt that what grandma said might not be unreasonable.

He is just clumsy. Although he has done everything, judging from the reaction of the guests, the taste should be fine, but he is more than 8000 grandma behind Yan Hang's beautiful movements.

At 09:30, he leaned against the bar and let out a sigh of relief: "It's really troublesome."

"Actually, that's about it. It takes two or three days to get used to it," Yan Hang said. "The requirements of this small shop are not high, and customers won't pick any faults. At most, they say that the coffee is not good."

"Tonight, it must be good, drink." Chu Yi smiled.

"Do you want me to go home first tomorrow?" Yan Hang asked.

He didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, and he was a little embarrassed. If Yan Hang wasn't there tonight, he estimated that the door would have to close at eight o'clock.

At ten o'clock, the first day of the junior high school had already cleaned up the bar and closed the door on time.

There are not many people on the street anymore, but the bars and KTVs on both sides are still very lively.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked around vigilantly, and found no suspicious person, so he walked slowly towards the street with Yan Hang.

The wind was very cold at night, he looked at Yan Hang, Yan Hang was wearing a thick coat, very handsome, but the wind probably couldn't stop it right now.

"Are you cold?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's freezing." Yan Hang shrank his neck exaggeratedly.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was taken aback, and quickly took off his quilted jacket.

Yan Hang was delighted when he saw it: "What are you doing?"

"This is warm, warm." Chu Yi said.

"Aren't you cold?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's not cold." The first day of the junior high school answered very simply.

"Okay, then you can freeze," Yan Hang took his coat and put it on himself, "Don't cry when you catch a cold."

"Impossible." Chu Yi said.

It was very cold, and inside his coat was a long-sleeved T-shirt and a single layer of sportswear. When the wind blew right now, he was completely blown through.

But he knew that he would not have any problems. He had been wearing it since he was a child. In the winter, he only wore a down jacket that had been worn for 800 years.

But when he reached the intersection, he still sneezed.

I couldn't bear it for a long time.

Immediately, I felt a little ashamed.

"Silly dog," Yan Hang took off his coat, put it on him, and hugged him, "This whole body is completely frozen, do you know what it means to hold on?"

"I'm not dead, hold on." Chu Yi said.

"Put it on and take a taxi." Yan Hang said.

The first day of junior high school was a bit depressed, and it was so easy to "mature" for a while, and was laughed at by Yan Hang.

Yan Hang hailed a taxi. He got into the taxi first on the first day of the new year. Before he could sit in the taxi, Yan Hang got up, squeezed beside him and sat down.

On the first day of the junior high school, he wanted to move further in to give Yan Hang some space, but the feeling of being so crowded together really made him very comfortable, so he pretended to be dead and did not move.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

He stared ahead, calmly pretending not to know anything.

"Dog." Yan Hang smiled and called him.

"Huh?" Chu Yi still looked ahead.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

So he didn't make a sound on the first day of the lunar new year, but he could hear Yan Hang laughing for a long time.

In the end, he had no choice but to move in. When he moved two buttocks, Yan Hang grabbed his hand with a smile and pulled him towards him.

He quickly fell back, touching Yan Hang's arm.

When getting out of the car, the driver turned his head and stared at the two of them, and it was only on the first day of the junior high school that he came back to his senses.

This kind of behavior of pulling around in the back seat and insisting on being next to someone may not seem very normal.

He suddenly felt that his face was flushed, and when he got off the car, a gust of cold wind blew over, but it couldn't blow the temperature off his face.

Back at Yan Hang's house, his face was covered with warmth, and even his ears burned.

"Hey," Yan Hang glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"What?" Chuyi asked firmly.

"Blushing like this," Yan Hang touched his face, "Was it blown by the wind?"

"Well," the first day of the junior high school nodded quickly, "Ying, Yingfenghong."

Yan Hang laughed: "Go to sleep, I will get up early tomorrow and help Lao Cui find some things."

"Oh," Chu Yi looked at him, "Part-time job?"

"It's free," Yan Hang said, "Money fan."

"I want ten, one hundred thousand," Chu Yi said, "I'm no longer a money addict."

"Ouch," Yan Hang laughed while taking off his clothes, "I'll give you my card."

"No," Chu put his eyes on the coffee table, "I earn it myself."

Yan Hang took off his clothes while laughing, and when he went to the bedroom after washing, he took off his T-shirt and entered the room shirtless.

On the first day of junior high school, he felt that his eyesight was getting better and better. He could see Yan Hang's beautiful waist from the corner of his eye.

But after shaking for a few seconds, he regained consciousness and followed up into the bedroom: "How is the wound?"

"Want to see it?" Yan Hang asked.

"En." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang turned sideways to him, and took off a small piece of gauze on his waist: "It's scabbed, now stick a gauze to prevent friction."

"Oh." Chu Yi frowned.

The wound was indeed scabbed, but the shape of the incision could still be clearly seen, which was a bit shocking.

"The incision from the operation is also healed." Yan Hang turned around and took off the gauze on his lower abdomen. "It still hurts a little when I press it, but I don't feel anything if I don't touch it."

The first day of junior high school was very distressing. Even if it is completely healed in the future, these two scars will probably always exist.

"Help me reattach two pieces of gauze." Yan Hang took the small medicine box and handed it to him, and lay down on the bed, "Hey...it's so comfortable to lie on."

On the first day of the junior high school, I took a piece of folded gauze, covered the wound, and pulled a few tapes to stick it on.

It was a bit ugly, so he stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly on the gauze.

Instantly felt Yan Hang's flat and firm belly in his palm, rising and falling with his breathing.

He quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head and packed the small medicine box: "I'm going to wash my face."

Yan Hang leaned against the bed, turned on his phone, and looked at a bunch of comments on Weibo.

He didn't read comments very much before, he took a few days to look at them, there were not many comments, and those people came back and forth, but recently his Weibo followers have increased a lot, and comments have also increased, but the content is the same, all kinds of press , There are also many people who are asking for the Weibo of a handsome guy in junior high school.

He smiled, put his phone aside and yawned.

There must be Weibo on the first day of junior high school, but he really didn't ask about it.

Just slipping down and laying down on the pillow, the cell phone thrown on the bed on the first day of the junior high school rang.

"Call!" Yan Hang shouted, "First day of junior high school!"

"Ah!" The first day of the junior high school answered.

He glanced at the phone, it was a number that hadn't been saved, and the attribution showed that it was the great capital.

On the first day of junior high school, I ran into the bedroom and picked up the phone. When I saw the number, I was stunned: "Who is it?"

"Pick it up and listen to it. Maybe you spent a lot of money overseas and bought an elephant in Thailand." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he answered the phone with a smile: "Hello?"

There was no sound from the phone.

"Hello?" Chuyi said again, "Who is it?"

There was still no one talking. He held the phone in front of him and looked at it. Yan Hang suddenly turned over, knelt down on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hand, and clicked on the phone for speakerphone.

He looked at Yan Hang and was stunned.

"Ask again." Yan Hang whispered.

"Hello? Talk?" When Chu Yi spoke again, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He had already realized what Yan Hang meant.

It might be Dad on the other end of the phone.

With the silence on the phone, his hands began to tremble a little, and when he hung up on the other end, his whole body trembled a little.

He stared at Yan Hang holding the phone that had no sound.

My heart beats fast, my eyes are a little blurry, and everything shakes slightly with the heartbeat.

"Who is...?" he asked.

"I don't know," Yan Hang took his mobile phone, put it aside, raised his chin with his fingers, and looked at him, "Dog?"

"Yes, is it my dad...?" Chu Yi looked at him, "Really?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said softly, "Maybe it's a typo."

"It's a typo, why don't you make a sound?" The voice was still a little trembling on the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang didn't speak, but stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly: "It's okay, whoever he is, as long as you are well now, don't worry about others."

"Yeah." Chu Yi put his arms around his waist.

The arm was attached to Yan Hang's smooth skin, warm and firm.

He closed his eyes, tried to adjust his breathing, and slowly calmed down.

"First day of junior high school." Yan Hang let go of him and looked at his face.

"Hmm." Chu Yi also looked at him.

"Don't think about it," Yan Hang said, "Did you hear that?"

"En." Chu nodded.

"I will do what I promised." Yan Hang said.

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled.

"Go to sleep," Yan Hang patted his face, "Some things can only be waited, just live in front of you."

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school answered.

After turning off the light and lying down, Chu Yi carefully rubbed against Yan Hang.

"Tomorrow, you work hard and help me put on the quilt," Yan Hang said, "It's time to change to a bigger quilt."

"Well," Chu turned to look at him, "Didn't you say the wound is healed?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Then you still can't put on the quilt, can you?" Chu Yi said, "Then it's not, it's not good."

"Stupid," Yan Hang said, "I just don't want to put on a quilt. The most annoying thing in the world is to put on a quilt."

"Then I'll ask for it too. I hate quilts, son." Chu Yi said.

"That can't be helped, just grit your teeth and bear it." Yan Hang said.

"Bullying me?" Chuyi sighed.

"Otherwise," Yan Hang said, "who else can I order besides you."

"...Okay," Chu Yi sighed, "My ears are so angry, I'm so angry."

"Get out," Yan Hang laughed, reaching out to pinch his ear, "Let me see if I'm down."

Yan Hang's fingertips were a little cold, but when he pinched the tips of his ears, he felt a tingling heat.

He stared at Yan Hang.

The curtains of the French windows on the balcony were not fully drawn today, and the moonlight came in through the gaps in the curtains.

Yan Hang's face was half hidden in front of his eyes.

Clear yet soft contours.

The touch of Yan Hang's light touch on his lips today seemed to reappear on his lips.

He lowered his head abruptly, completely unaware of what he wanted to do and what he was doing.

When he pressed Yan Hang's lips, when his teeth hit Yan Hang's teeth, he stopped, and his whole body froze.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed vaguely, probably because he was hurt.

There was a sudden panic on the first day of junior high school.

Finished!

crazy!

dying!

Just die now!

Ga bang die!

Die fast!

On the first day of the junior high school, he braced his arms and wanted to leave before Yan Hang slapped him.

As soon as he raised his head, Yan Hang's arm hooked over, his hand was on his neck, and then he lifted his knee and threw him aside.

He was thrown on his back, and at least twenty ways of Yan Hang beating him flashed before his eyes.

When Yan Hang pinched his neck and pressed over him, he felt that he was probably the first dog who was strangled to death because of taking the wrong medicine and suddenly being a relative.

When Yan Hang's lips touched his lips, he still hadn't recovered.

I just feel out of breath.