A Lucky Coin

I couldn't see anything clearly, and it was difficult to breathe.

I don't know if it was because I was too nervous or because Yan Hang grabbed my neck.

But on the first day of junior high school, he could still feel the temperature when Yan Hang was sticking to his body in a daze, a little hot.

His brain couldn't turn normally, and he hadn't recovered from the tension of kissing Yan Hang and dying to be beaten to death, and suddenly fell into this kind of situation completely wrapped by Yan Hang's breath state.

Whether it is the brain or the body, it seems that the pause button has been pressed, and the whole person is frozen.

Only some remnants of consciousness are still clinging on without petrification.

Yan Hang's lips were soft, and there was warmth in the rapid breathing on his face, the hot palms and cool fingertips when he pushed his clothes up.

And the tip of the tongue.

Yan Hang stroked the tip of his tongue between his lips, it was moist and soft.

The little bit of consciousness he had left couldn't process the information right now, and even his breath had disappeared deep in his consciousness.

It wasn't until Yan Hang slapped his face with the tip of his tongue to explore between his teeth in vain, that he suddenly recovered from his confusion.

The touch flooded him like a tide.

He heard his panting, felt Yan Hang's hand reaching down, and also found his clenched teeth as if to resist someone poisoning him.

Yan Hang's hands are very beautiful, he doesn't even need to look at them, just relying on his imagination and feeling, the movements of Yan Hang's hands at this moment can appear before his eyes.

The numbness as if he had been shocked by an electric shock made him bite his lip without suppressing the uncontrollable hum.

He couldn't describe what he felt next, and he couldn't resist it.

Until Yan Hang lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, he was still in a daze.

"Cover it up." Yan Hang said as he walked out of the bedroom.

"Ah?" Chu Yi responded.

He didn't understand what Yan Hang said at all. All his feelings and IQ were pulled by the strong stimulation that just appeared in his body.

Yan Hang didn't make another sound, and walked out of the bedroom.

Lying on the bed on the first day of the junior high school, he couldn't see or hear clearly, his ears were full of buzzing, he couldn't even think about where Yan Hang went, what he did, where he was, and what happened.

Yan Hang walked into the toilet and closed the door.

No lights on.

In the small, dark space of the toilet, I could hear my own heavy breathing.

The incident happened suddenly, and he could feel that the whole process of the first day of junior high school was covered up.

He asked for little more himself.

It's just that he doesn't have time to think about it now, some things need to be resolved first.

In fact, it is also fine on the bed, and there is his source of stimulation next to him, which can be more refreshing.

But after all, there was still an inexplicable sense of shame, he finally chose the toilet, and he didn't even have the nerve to turn on the light.

This is probably the one that flies the most miraculously among the many planes he has inspected since he grew up.

When he was done washing his face, he turned on the light in the toilet, held the sink with his hands, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Also... quite handsome.

This kind of expression with "it's cool" written all over his face.

Very shameless.

Yan Hang lowered his head and washed his face, and returned to the bedroom with a face full of drops of water.

The bedroom was still dark, only the moonlight that came in through the curtains, and I could see that the first day of the lunar new year was still lying on the bed, and the quilt was not covered.

He didn't even pull up his clothes, they were still pushed to his chest.

He sighed softly, walked to the edge of the bed, knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg, supported the mattress with his hands, lowered his head and touched Chu Yi's face: "Puppy?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"Are you okay?" Yan Hang asked.

"...Ah." The first day of the junior high school replied again, and the voice was a little hoarse.

"Didn't I ask you to cover the quilt? There is no heating yet." Yan Hang said, reaching out and pulling the quilt to cover his belly.

"Don't cover it." Chuyi said softly.

"Huh?" Yan Hang stopped and pulled his clothes down.

"I..." Chu Yi moved and said with great difficulty, "I want to change my pants."

"Oh," Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little, but managed to hold back, "May I get mine for you?"

"Okay." Chu nodded.

"Have I turned on the light?" Yan Hang said.

"Don't, don't drive." Chu Yi said.

"Okay." Yan Hang gently rubbed his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

When he found a suit of clothes from the closet and came out, he turned his head and saw that the first day of the junior high school had already sat up, sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his head bowed.

"Here." Yan Hang handed him the clothes.

On the first day of junior high school, he took the clothes, got out of bed, quickly left the bedroom, and quickly entered the toilet.

Yan Hang smiled and turned on the light in the bedroom.

I looked at the things on the bed, except that the sheets were a little wrinkled, there was nothing unusual, and nothing was messed with.

After all, I have been wearing pants in the first day of junior high school.

He put on a thick home coat, took a cigarette and stood on the balcony.

He let out a long sigh of relief in the rising smoke, and looked at the scattered lights in the distance.

I can't tell what it's like now.

As far as he is concerned, of course it is still very cool, but the first day of junior high school...may not be very exciting, after all, he is too nervous and too sudden...

Yan Hang frowned, feeling that his behavior was a bit outrageous.

Think about it this way, I was still a child in the first grade of junior high school.

He clicked his tongue.

As for whether he is a milk dog or a dog brother in the first day of junior high school, it is simply a problem in the world for him.

I stayed in the toilet for a long time on the first day of junior high school. When I returned to the bedroom, I held the washed pants in my hand. When I saw him on the balcony, he seemed to be in a dilemma standing by the bed.

"You're still so diligent in the middle of the night," Yan Hang waved, "Come here."

On the first day of the junior high school, I went to the balcony, hung the clothes to dry, and hung the hanger on which the underwear was hung to the very edge.

After drying the clothes and walking into the house with his head down, Yan Hang grabbed his arm and pulled him over to hug him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"No." The body was still a little stiff in the first day of junior high school.

He rubbed his back on the back for a long time before he relaxed and leaned against him.

For other things, although Yan Hang is not very good at comforting people, he can still find some topics to interrupt, but now he really doesn't know what to say.

He could only hug Chuyi like this, until he sneezed at the beginning of Chuyi, and then he noticed that Chuyi was wearing a set of sportswear he had just picked up.

"Come in," he patted the first day of the junior high school, "sleep."

"En." Chu nodded.

When I went back to the house and turned off the lights, and lay back on the bed, a certain atmosphere in the darkness before filled the air again, but this time it felt different.

Yan Hang closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Yan Hang." Chu Yi turned over and put his hand on his arm, warm in his palm.

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the junior high school, there was no sound. They just rubbed against him again, lowered their heads and pressed their foreheads on his shoulders.

There was a long silence, and when he almost forgot that Chuyi had just called him, Chuyi opened his mouth again: "You said I am, do you..."

"Huh?" Yan Hang turned his head, "Is it something?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Chuyi said.

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

He felt that this matter was a bit serious, probably until just now, in the first day of junior high school, did he associate liking someone with this kind of thing?

Then this stimulus is a little big.

"What's wrong with this?" Yan Hang quickly turned over and lay face to face with him, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, "These things... are quite normal."

"Is it normal?" Chu Yi looked at him.

A small speck of light from the moon coming in through the curtain fell on the corner of his eyes, looking a little pitiful. Yan Hang couldn't help reaching out and touching his head, feeling that he could feel the ears clipped in the first day of the junior high school. .

He struggled to organize his words: "It's quite normal, everyone can..."

"You do this too, is that so?" Chu Yi asked.

"Ah," Yan Hang felt that the IQ of the first year of junior high school might have just been shot with some protein, "Isn't this nonsense?"

"I don't think so, that's not it," Chu said in a low voice, "There is no one, as soon as you touch it...you go to the toilet, no..."

"Wait," Yan Hang suddenly felt that this topic seemed a bit wrong. He reached out and pressed his forehead on the first day of junior high school, turned his head back, and looked at his face, "What are you talking about?"

"Just, just, just..." The first day of junior high school stuttered, "Just now, just now I just..."

"Fuck," Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, "You mean you ejaculate as soon as you touch it?"

"Ah," Chu Yi shook his head, broke free from his hand, buried his face in the quilt, and murmured in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Fuck you, you scared me." Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, and rubbed the head of the first year of junior high school through the quilt, "There's a fart problem."

"Why is it so fast," said Chuyi with a muffled voice, "second shot."

Yan Hang made a sound, and couldn't care less about comforting him. He turned over and lay on his back, laughing wildly until he coughed.

Chuyi finally raised his head from under the quilt, frowned and looked at him: "You, are you fucking laughing, it's over!"

"Oh, it's so fierce," Yan Hang pinched his nose while laughing, "I can see the canine teeth."

Chuyi frowned and stared at him silently.

"Hey, stop laughing," Yan Hang took a deep breath, and suppressed the energy that wanted to laugh, "You're fine."

I still looked at him in the first day of junior high school.

"You haven't masturbated yourself," Yan Hang felt a little embarrassed after finishing speaking, but he had to grit his teeth and continue, "It must be very... sensitive, and it's not my own hand... this The stimulation is relatively large, so..."

Yan Hang cleared his throat: "I'll shoot as soon as I touch it."

The first day of junior high school didn't speak, and after a while, she lay back under the quilt: "Ah...shame."

Yan Hang couldn't help but laughed again.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he arched to his side twice: "Then what about you?"

"Me what?" Yan Hang asked.

"Have you ever lived like this?" Chu Yi asked.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I'm left-handed and right-handed."

"A slow motion." On the first day of the junior high school, he sang a sentence like reciting scriptures.

Yan Hang laughed again for a long time.

Were all sleepy from laughing.

On the first day of junior high school, I finally didn't continue to worry about this matter any more. I exposed my nose to the outside of the quilt, and fell asleep after a while.

I thought it was a very embarrassing thing at first, but after having fun, I felt that it was not so embarrassing.

But when Yan Hang woke up in the morning, he seemed to have regained his senses. After every cell was awake, the feeling of embarrassment came back again.

The first day of junior high school should be similar. I get up dully, wash up, eat breakfast, and turn slightly when I go out.

"Are you going directly tonight?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, then looked at him after thinking about it, "If you want to go, take a taxi, don't take the bus."

"Got it." Yan Hang smiled.

"Then I'm leaving." Chu Yi opened the door and walked out.

"Dog." Yan Hang called him again.

On the first day of the junior high school, he returned again: "What do you call me, what?"

"Puppy, it's urgent to bark," Yan Hang pointed to the TV cabinet, "There is a set of keys in that drawer, take it, and you don't have to knock on the door when you come here again."

"... Oh." The first day of the junior high school responded, and walked over with some embarrassment, opened the drawer and took out the key.

When walking towards the door, he turned the turn in a very standard way, and he didn't adjust after jumping twice, so he could only follow the turn and exit the door.

After the door closed, Yan Hang sighed.

Suddenly talking about the key at this time seems to be a bit inappropriate.

After walking out of the elevator on the first day of the junior high school, he finally relaxed a little, and his footsteps were not so weird anymore. He lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

After walking out of the building, facing a gust of cold wind, he shivered, and his thoughts finally returned to the normal range.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked upstairs behind him.

The bay window of Yan Hang's house was closed, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the window suddenly opened, and Yan Hang stretched out his arm and waved at him.

He staggered suddenly, almost fell to the ground, didn't even bother to wave his hand to Yan Hang, turned his head and strode towards the gate of the community, almost ran away.

He didn't take a taxi today. It would be too expensive to take a taxi back and forth every day. He went out early today, so he took the bus back to school.

There were a lot of people along the way, crowded back and forth, he gave way from the front of the car to the rear, and then from the rear to the belly of the car, and finally was pushed against the back door by a few aunts.

I still feel extremely embarrassed when I wake up in the morning. I am too embarrassed to look at Yan Hang, and I dare not even think about what happened last night. Now being squeezed back and forth in the car like this, all the embarrassment has been squeezed away.

There was only one thought in my mind, "Get me out of the car quickly".

When I got off the bus at the school stop, people were crowded and slender.

As soon as he walked into the school gate, someone next to him called him: "First grade!"

"Ah," he turned his head and saw the dissatisfied homeroom teacher, "Teacher Yang."

"You are a bit outrageous!" Teacher Yang looked at him.

On the first day of the junior high school, I was stunned and didn't speak.

Teacher Yang meant that he should have known that he did not return to the dormitory yesterday.

"Your parents asked you to come to school all the way to learn things, not to play around the world!" Teacher Yang frowned, "Why does the school let all local students live on campus? Isn't it just for strict management!"

"En." The first day of the junior high school answered, without daring to look at him with his head down.

He is rarely scolded by the teacher, but when the teacher doesn't scold him, he will be nervous. Now that the teacher is standing in front of him and scolding him, he can't even say a word.

"I didn't say anything to you when you took such a long vacation before," Teacher Yang said, "Now I'm starting to stay out at night! What if something happens!"

"I know, I get it." It took a long time on the first day of junior high school to hold back a sentence.

"When you come to the school, I will be responsible for you and each of you. Don't think that going to a technical secondary school is easier than going to a general high school, and you can just dawdle!" Teacher Yang said.

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

"Your professional class is the best in the class now," Teacher Yang said, "Don't relax yourself! This is your ability to eat in the future!"

"Got it." Chu Yi said.

"Okay," Teacher Yang waved his hand, "Go to class."

Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief, turned and ran away.

There are only two classes in the morning, and there is nothing to do after class. I sat on the edge of the playground with a few people in the dormitory in the first grade of junior high school, watching the seniors play basketball.

"Did Lao Yang say anything about you?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Huh?" Chu Yi recovered from his trance and looked at him.

"Did you go to the pier to carry bags last night?" Zhou Chunyang frowned, "You didn't seem to wake up all morning?"

"No." The first day of junior high school rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I just moved it for a while, Brick."

"...Your uncle." Zhou Chunyang looked at him.

"I work part-time until ten o'clock," sighed the first day of the junior high school, "what, what should I do?"

"It's okay," Zhou Chunyang said, "It's fine if you come back before eleven o'clock. Just climb up the iron stairs outside the window in the corridor. Come and take a look."

"Yesterday was also an inch," Hu Biao said, "Old Yang came to see that idiot Su Bin didn't know what was going on, and when he came in, he saw an empty bed."

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled.

He doesn't want to give up the part-time job. After all, he is different from other students. Part-time job is his only source of income. If he doesn't work part-time, he won't even be able to eat.

He still needs to pay back the money to Coach He. He is so willing to help him. He can't delay paying back the money for too long. It is best to pay back the money before the Chinese New Year.

"Earth dog." There was a girl laughing behind her.

He didn't look back on the first day of the junior high school, he was embarrassed.

Zhou Chunyang tilted his head: "Ignore people?"

"I don't know what to do," Chu Yi said.

"Brother Dog," another girl said, "Why are you so indifferent, can't you just say hello? It's rude!"

On the first day of the new year, he hesitated for two seconds, turned his head, and saw three girls leaning against the tree behind, drinking soda and looking at this side.

"Hi." Chu Yi said.

Several girls were stunned.

In the first day of junior high school, I didn't have any extra social vocabulary reserves, so I turned back and continued to watch people play.

"I'm convinced of you," Zhou Chunyang said, "Sometimes I really want to see how you chase people like this."

chasing someone?

chasing who?

Chasing...Yan Hang?

The first day of junior high school suddenly fell into one-way embarrassment again.

But he also suddenly discovered that he just confessed to Yan Hang, and then... There was no process of "chasing".

Yes, I haven't chased it.

Want to chase?

Want it?Regardless of men and women, if you like someone, don't you have to pursue it?

what.

Does Yan Hang want to chase?How to chase?

He turned to look at Zhou Chunyang.

"Why?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "Are you not convinced?"

"Look casually, with two eyes." Chu Yi said.

Zhou Chunyang laughed: "I'm sick."

Just as he was about to talk, his cell phone rang.

Is it Yan Hang?He took out his cell phone anxiously, reached out and answered the call directly.

But when he lifted the phone to his ear, he could see the caller ID clearly.

Not Yan Hang.

It is a number that has not been saved, and the attribution shows a southern city.

He suddenly remembered the call from the capital last night.

Is it dad?

Is it the same person?

One south and one north, changing places overnight?

"...Hello?" He stood up, turned around and walked towards a place where there was no one.

There is no sound on the phone.

"Talk," Chu Yi walked to the side of the teaching building, "Hello?"

There was still no one making a sound.

On the first day of junior high school, he couldn't control his hands, and began to tremble a little again. He didn't know if it was a premonition or something else. It was very strong, and he couldn't control himself from thinking this way.

This is a call from Dad.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke with great difficulty, in a very low voice: "Dad?"

He quickly hung up the phone.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood in place, staring at a small clump of grass in the corner in a daze.

It's dad.

The feeling is too strong to avoid.

It took him a long time to calm himself down. He rushed back to look at the people in his dormitory several times and waved his hands to indicate that he was fine. Then he picked up his phone and dialed Yan Hang's number.

"Puppy." Yan Hang answered the phone.

"I answered it again, I got that call, it's over." Chu Yi said.

"The silent phone?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes," Chuyi said, "I think it's my dad."

Yan Hang paused for two seconds: "Did you call him?"

"En." Chu nodded.

"What's the reaction over there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Hang up." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and seemed to be pondering.

"Should I... call the police?" Chu Yi bit his lip.

It was very difficult for him to say these words. He didn't know what kind of role his father played in that incident, and he didn't know what would happen if the police caught him.

But he said it anyway.

If it was another person, he might still hesitate, but it was Yan Hang.

"The two numbers are different, right?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," said the first day of the junior high school, "one south, one north."

"This kind of arbitrary number display may not be able to find out," Yan Hang thought for a long time, "First... don't call the police."

"You don't, don't want to know where he is?" Chuyi asked softly.

"I want to know," Yan Hang said, "but this may not be useful, and..."

"What?" The first day of junior high school was a little anxious.

"I don't want you to do this," Yan Hang said, "If you really need to call the police, I'll do it."

I didn't speak on the first day of junior high school, and suddenly felt like crying.

"Don't cry," Yan Hang said, "If you cry again, I'll beat you."

"No," Chuyi took a breath, "I'm a dog, brother dog."

"Brother asshole," Yan Hang smiled, "You are a little sesame dog with me."

"Brother Dog." The first day of the junior high school insisted.

"You're really stubborn." Yan Hang said with a smile.

"Brother Dog." The first day of the junior high school emphasized again.

"Brother Dog, it must be Brother Dog," Yan Hang said, "Brother Dog, don't eat tonight, go to your coffee shop, I'll make you something delicious, and you just pay the bill."

"Okay." Chuyi smiled, and after hanging up the phone, he rubbed his eyes and found that his eyelashes were still wet.