A Lucky Coin

When Yan Hang walked over with his mobile phone and put it under the tree that day, he guessed that he was live broadcasting in the first day of junior high school, but he didn't know that Yan Hang's live broadcasting was so boring until today.

And it’s so casual that you can drive it if you want, and stop it without even saying hello.

If you don't show your face yet, wear a mask when you might show your face.

No wonder no one is watching.

If Yan Hang is willing to show his face, he will definitely attract a lot of little girls like his deskmate, throwing a lot of presents... But the first day of junior high school likes this kind of boring live broadcast.

It will make him feel a "different life", which may be equally ordinary or boring, but it is different from himself.

Interesting.

Although he hadn't watched a few live broadcasts in total.

His senile mobile phone can't accept the new thing of live broadcasting. Every time he enters it, he will be stuck as if he is using 2G data, and then it will freeze, and he can't slow it down without digging the battery.

He originally wanted to watch Yan Hang's live broadcast for a while, but he didn't have enough time. He came out to buy oil.

My mother doesn't buy oil in the supermarket, but goes to the vegetable market to buy the kind of oil that is packaged in a large barrel, because it is cheap.

The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time, but he went to find a pen, and stayed with Yan Hang for a long time. Now if he doesn't run to the vegetable market, he will overtime for a long time.

Although his mother didn't know how to beat him, he wasn't too willing to face her scolding with a gloomy face.

"Buy oil?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Isn't there any supermarket?"

"Expensive." Chu Yi said.

"Are you going to the market to buy?" Yan Hang asked.

Chu nodded.

"Then you go." Yan Hang looked at the time.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stood up, looked at him, and felt that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he couldn't find the words.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was probably a little puzzled by him, "Don't tell me that there is still a pen in the river."

"No." Chuyi laughed, turned and ran down the road.

The pen was given to him by his aunt before, but he didn't dare to use it. My mother kept following the pens from the water station. There were blue, red, and black ones, so he had to use that one.

He has been hiding this pen. If he didn't want to thank Yan Hang, he would have forgotten this pen. Maybe he will forget that mobile phone in the future.

It's best to forget the things you can't have. If you don't think about it, you will feel uncomfortable. This is his experience.

I ran all the way to the vegetable market on the first day of junior high school. I usually feel tired from running like this, but now I don’t think it’s too far.

Probably because the pen was sent out.

He doesn't have a chance to give gifts to others, and he doesn't call him on classmates' birthdays, but he gives gifts to his parents... He did.

When he was in elementary school, he had saved pocket money for a long time, and even picked up some cardboard drink bottles and sold them. He scraped together the money and bought a scarf for his mother, hoping to make her happy.

Just like every time my aunt gave him a gift, he would be overjoyed.

My mother didn't accept this favor.

In the end, grandma took the scarf and him, ran into the store to make a big fuss, returned the scarf, and bought cigarettes with the refunded money. When I got home, my mother told grandma again because she didn't get the refund. There was a fight.

After that, he didn't think about who to give gifts to anymore.

He also made up his mind for a long time to give Yan Hang a gift this time.

Li Zihao threw away the pen, he searched for the pen in the mud and garbage, these things didn't matter to him, what he was always worried about was that Yan Hang didn't want it.

But Yan Hang accepted it, after seeing with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the stinky mud without even washing it, and then wiped it with paper.

The first day smiled.

Yan Hang is a nice person.

I bought the oil specified by my mother from the vegetable market, and ran back with it on the first day of the new year.

When he ran past the building of Yan Hang's house, he took a look there. The window of Yan Hang's living room faced the street, with a flower garden and three trees in between, but the curtains were drawn.

Maybe Yan Hang hasn't come back yet.

I slowed down on the first day of junior high school, the oil was quite heavy, and I was a little tired after running all the way.

His mother didn't call to urge him, which meant that the time was still within tolerance... But when he turned the intersection and saw his building, he knew why his mother didn't call him.

It should be ignored.

Grandma's voice can be heard from far away.

Cursing in anger, I can't hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it in the first day of junior high school.

The whole person suddenly felt out of breath, and his steps became slower and slower.

He walked slowly against the wall, praying in his heart, to finish cursing quickly, to finish quickly, to finish before he went downstairs.

But just like the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, the prayer in his heart never succeeded.

And today's reality is even farther away from his expectations.

Grandma is not downstairs, but by the side of the road.

Her shirt had been taken off, her arms were shirtless and her waist was akimbo. From the crowd of onlookers, one could see her glistening white.

On the first day of the new year, he stopped and leaned against the wall.

But he couldn't avoid the eyes of others.

"First day of junior high school!" Someone called out his name with a smile, "You still don't want to go and get your grandma home!"

"She will take off her trousers later!" Someone said with a smile.

On the first day of the junior high school, he lowered his head and made no sound.

He didn't know what grandma was up to today, and who she was arguing with. He only knew that in the eyes of these neighbors, such a scene was a joke that would happen every few months.

Everyone knew that his grandma was a shrew who could take off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.

This is anytime, anywhere, even including their school.

When Yan Hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, "What's the smell?"

"...Can you still smell it?" Yan Hang raised his foot and looked at the sole of the shoe.

"Yes," Dad said, "did you get into a fight with someone in the cesspit?"

"We'll eat in a while, don't lose your appetite." Yan Hang took off his shoes and put them next to the trash can at the door. He saw an old man come over twice a day to dig through the trash.

"It's cool to have people in the class." Dad said.

"I'm unemployed." Yan Hang went into the kitchen and washed his hands. When he came out, he touched the pen in his pocket, hesitated for a moment, put it under his nose and smelled it, then turned around and went in to wash the pen twice.

"You can't get any money if you work for a day?" Dad didn't ask him why he lost his job.

"Can you get what you want? It's not enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan Hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.

This is a silver Parker pen, although it looks very old-fashioned, it is very delicate.

As a pen, Yan Hang has no interest. He doesn't use pens much. After all, he only went to elementary school. He usually likes to use pencils.

But as a gift, it feels different.

"What the hell?" Dad asked.

"Can't you see what this is?" Yan Hang shook the pen towards him.

"I can't believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.

"It was given by someone else." Yan Hang said.

"Send it?" Dad was a little surprised, "Is it the child you mentioned?"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "What do you want for lunch?"

"Pizza," Dad said.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I saw that the oven in the kitchen could be used, so I bought the ingredients," Dad pointed to the refrigerator, "I wanted you to make it at night, but since you're unemployed, let's eat it at noon."

Yan Hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The pie crust, cheese, and sauce were all there.

"Okay," Yan Hang said, "I'll go buy some green pepper bacon or something."

"Bring another bottle of red wine." Dad added.

"Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Congratulations that you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.

Yan Hang didn't speak, opened the door and went out.

The gift is received.

friend?

Is it the first grade of junior high school?

Yan Hang's concept of friends is very vague. He doesn't know what kind of relationship and how deep it is to be regarded as friends.

But in the first day of junior high school, they should not be considered friends.

He didn't even say a few words, at least his friends must be able to chat, and it would be aggrieved to let him chat with the first day of junior high school.

Go out and turn left along the road and there is a living supermarket. Yan Hang has been shopping there for the past few days. He didn't particularly understand that his mother insisted on making him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.

On the first day of junior high school, he was very obedient, and ran to the vegetable market to carry a large barrel of oil...

It's really a big bucket.

Yan Hang stood at the entrance of the supermarket, looking at Chuyi who was walking towards him, and the barrel of oil in Chuyi's hand was almost as big as the bucket of the water dispenser.

But the current direction of the first day of junior high school is obviously the opposite of his going home.

Yan Hang didn't move, and looked at Chuyi walking slowly with his head down, he seemed a little depressed, usually he didn't show any expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.

I didn't see him in the first day of the junior high school, but walked forward with my head down. When I walked past him, Yan Hang couldn't help reaching out and flicking his head: "Hey."

The first day turned around.

"Aren't you going home?" Yan Hang said.

"Let's go first, let's go for a while, let's go." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"Walking with oil?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Be fit and healthy."

Yan Hang sometimes doesn't quite understand what kind of mentality he uses to play tricks on others in such an obviously depressed situation.

"Is there someone blocking you in front?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," the first day of the junior high school shook his head, "they rest on weekends."

"Then go for a walk." Yan Hang didn't know what else to say, turned around and entered the supermarket.

There were quite a lot of people in the supermarket, so Yan Hang grabbed some green peppers and a bag of seaweed among the crowd.

When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that Chuyi was following him with the [-]-jin bucket of oil.

"Fuck," Yan Hang was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

"Walk." Chu Yi said.

"Don't you bring this thing in and save it?" Yan Hang looked at the oil in his hand, "There is oil here too, and you won't be allowed to go out for a while."

"I'm three, three nothing," said the first day of the junior high school as he turned the bucket, and there was no label on it, "It's okay."

Yan Hang sighed, and took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: "Put it in, I'm tired of looking at it."

Chu put the oil drum into the basket, dragged the basket and continued to follow him not far or near.

After taking the red wine, Yan Hang continued to look for bacon. If there was no bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage and bacon.

Something must have happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan Hang didn't have the habit of asking questions. If he didn't ask a few questions, he wouldn't ask.

After shopping, he took a look at Chuyi, who didn't seem to have any intention of going home with the oil, but he didn't follow him any more, and walked forward by himself.

"First day of junior high school." Yan Hang called him.

Looking back on the first day of junior high school.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yan Hang asked nonsense.

"Drink later, drink oil." Chu Yi said.

"Go to my house to drink," Yan Hang said, "I'll find you a cup."

"Fang, is it convenient?" Chuyi asked.

Yan Hang found that some aspects of the first day of junior high school were very straightforward. At a time like this, he didn't even refuse.

Good.

Dad was a little surprised that he brought a man carrying oil when he went out to buy some vegetables.

"First day of junior high school," Yan Hang introduced, "it's the kid who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."

"Welcome, welcome. I'm Yan Jidao's father, Yan Shu." Dad warmly extended his hand to Chu Yi, "You're so polite and you brought... oil?"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was stunned, and reached out to shake his hand: "Uncle, good."

"He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan Hang said, "Come here on the first day of the new year to help."

In fact, there was nothing to do, he was just afraid that he would not get used to Uncle Yan Shu's nonsense on the first day of junior high school.

"Okay." On the first day of the new year, he immediately put down the oil drum, and after changing the slippers, he neatly arranged the scattered pairs of shoes on the ground.

Yan Hang glanced at his father, who was also looking at him. Obviously, this smooth action on the first day of junior high school surprised his father.

"Let's broadcast it live." Yan Hang took the mobile phone and put it on the desk, and put on a mask.

"Yes, does anyone see it?" Chu Yi asked.

"I can't make it through this time, can I?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"It's over." The first day of the junior high school said immediately.

Yan Hang ignored him, adjusted his mobile phone, and faced the materials on the desk.

Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang's hand.

After someone entered the live broadcast room, the screen kept brushing their hands.

Yan Hang's hands are indeed beautiful, especially when they move.

Wash the green peppers, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife...

At first glance, I was a little fascinated, not only Yan Hang's hands, but also Yan Hang's knife skills.

Skillfully shredded the green peppers and diced the red sausage, every movement was smooth and smooth, without any extra pause or hesitation.

The screen was very lively, so I took the time to glance at it on the first day of junior high school.

-Brother Xiaotian, don’t be so cool, let’s talk about the steps and essentials

- Silent cooking series

- Abruptly quit live series

- I see someone else?

- i saw it too

- someone

On the first day of junior high school, quickly back away.

Yan Hang glanced at him, reached for the phone, and turned the camera to face him: "This is the person."

- little guy

- Actually cooking together! ! ! !

- I suddenly had a wild guess. . .

Before Chu Yi could adjust it with a look of astonishment, Yan Hang put the phone back and continued to process the materials: "Bring me the baking tray."

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly handed over the baking tray next to him.

"There's nothing to do with this kind of semi-finished pizza," Yan Hang said, "Chop up whatever you want to eat, put it on top, grate the cheese, and bake it."

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: "It will be ready to eat after a while."

Before he recovered from the first day of junior high school, he had already quit the live broadcast.

"It's over, is it over?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's not over, there is one more." Yan Hang turned around and continued to work, "The content that is all the same will not be broadcast."

"No one is watching anyway," Dad came over and leaned against the kitchen door, "Xing Tian, ​​the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don't even bother to brush gifts."

"Who said that," Yan Hang said while cutting green peppers, "someone just swiped the plane."

"Why?" Dad said, "Your hand slipped?"

Yan Hang glanced at Chuyi: "Probably... Chuyi showed his face."

Dad was overjoyed and laughed for a long time: "This is for the first year of junior high school."

"Go out and wait to eat." Yan Hang sighed.

Dad smiled and went back to the living room to continue watching his local news.

"Do you want it, do you want it?" Chu Yi asked softly beside him, seeming a little embarrassed.

"What do you want?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Face." Chu Yi said.

"Believe it or not, I chopped you into pieces?" Yan Hang was shocked.

"I," Chu Yi pointed to himself, "my face."

"Wait," Yan Hang put down the knife and supported the table with his hands, "Let me understand first."

"If you, want, want a gift," Chuyi explained, "you can..."

"Understood," Yan Hang interrupted him, watched him silent for a long time, and said after putting the second pizza in the oven, "Aren't you repaying your favor?"

On the first day of the first day of the junior high school, I saw him silent.

"You..." Yan Hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to continue.

"No." Chu Yi said.

"What's that?" Yan Hang asked.

"I see you are rude, gift," Chu said in a low voice, "Poor."

"...Get out!" Yan Hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, "Fuck."

On the first day of junior high school, he leaned against the wall and looked at the oven with Yan Hang.

It can't be said that it is repaying a favor, or just simply wanting to express one's emotions.

For Yan Hang, some things are not done deliberately at all, but just casually, but for him, the feeling is different.

It's just that he didn't dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan Hang would be confused, or that he wanted to seek protection.

He doesn't need anyone's protection, he just wants someone to communicate with him normally.

Yan Hang can give him such communication, although he doesn't know how long it will last, but he still cherishes it.

Both pizzas were baked, and Yan Hang made another soup. On the first day of the junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.

Yan Hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of the first day of the junior high school. He didn't ask where the things were placed in the first day of the junior high school, and he didn't seem to deliberately observe, but before Yan Hang opened his mouth, he had already done everything.

Yan Hang can't tell what it's like. He has been running around with his father these years. Although he has no friends, he has met a lot of people. He is very sensitive to many things.

The state of the first day of junior high school is different from ordinary eyesight. It gives him the feeling that he is careful not to make any mistakes, and satisfies everyone seriously and naturally.

"Would you like some drink on the first day of the new year?" Uncle Yan opened the red wine.

"No, no." Chu Yi said.

"Taste some." Uncle Yan poured him a little bit, "Lick a few mouthfuls."

"Hmm." Chu Yi smiled.

Except for the memory of going to relatives' houses, classmates or friends' houses for dinner during the Chinese New Year, he basically has no memory.

And working in the kitchen together, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented. I took a bite of pizza on the first day of junior high school and felt very comfortable.

"Do you live nearby?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Go on, go on, Lu Nan."

"Then I passed by there when I went out for a stroll today," Uncle Yan smiled, and touched Yan Hang with his arm as if remembering something, "When I came back at noon today, I saw a shirtless man with someone over there. The quarreling old lady is very tough, and I don't even bother to watch the excitement."

"Ah?" Yan Hang was stunned.

On the first day of junior high school, the hand holding the pizza shook.