A Lucky Coin

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Hang looked at the back of the first day of junior high school.

When he and his father rescued Chuyi together, he was still a muffled child in front of the crab. If they didn't show up that night, Chuyi would have been bullied.

But now, he only needs to stand here, holding a paper tube in the first day of the junior high school can make the boss of this area shocked and angry without daring to speak out.

"What the hell do you mean?" Crab looked at Chuyi.

Yan Hang felt that this sentence was still powerful. Now that the river is frozen, throwing it down for winter swimming is not a big problem, but throwing it down and throwing it on the ice is quite a problem.

"Just say what you want." After finishing speaking, the first day of the junior high school took the paper tube back.

Emotional intelligence is not bad, and Yan Hang will evaluate each item of the first year of junior high school later.

The first day of junior high school is different from his style. The first day of junior high school saved the crabs face. If they kept holding paper tubes in front of the crabs, the crabs would probably not open their mouths unless there was a fight.

And he is generally "I don't care", and fights every fight.

"How can you say I know?" said the crab.

"You don't know, do you know?" Chuyi asked.

Crab frowned and said nothing, his face turned to one side, looking very unhappy.

I didn't make a sound on the first day of the junior high school, probably because I didn't know what to say.

"Are you going to wait for the police to ask?" Yan Hang opened his mouth, "By the way, come in and stay for a few days?"

Xie Jie glanced at him, Yan Hang squinted his eyes and looked at him through the smoke.

"Fuck," Crab gritted his teeth and scolded, "I said it casually, and I said it casually. I can't guarantee whether it's true. The police really came and I said the same thing."

"Let's talk." Chu Yi said.

"A person who used to hang out with Lao Ding before. After Lao Ding died, he went to the south to work," said the crab. "It is said that he saw Lao Chu, but it was just a glance."

When someone was working in the south, he saw someone who looked like his father in a labor market, but he didn't speak, just glanced at him.

After Liang Bing left, Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang, wondering if the news was reliable and whether he could believe it.

"My dad, how could it be," said the first day of the junior high school, "Go use it, the labor market? Temporary work?"

"What else can he do if he doesn't go? Will someone drive him?" Yan Hang said, "He dare not use his ID card and driver's license at all, so he can only go to such places."

Chu Yi frowned.

"But if it's true," Yan Hang sighed, "It's far enough to run."

"My dad is really..." Chuyi said softly, but he didn't finish the rest.

Grandma has always looked down on Dad, saying that he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, he can run two miles away at the slightest sign of trouble, and he can leave his wife and children alone.Now that I think about it, my grandma has never been pleasing to anyone all her life, scolding this or that all day long, but her evaluation of my father does not seem to be completely nonsense.

If it wasn't because he was afraid of not taking responsibility, it would be that Dad's involvement in this matter was not as shallow as Yan Hang said. Yan Hang kept saying that he didn't have the guts.

Sometimes, in the first day of junior high school, I hate my father for not taking responsibility, and sometimes I hope that he just didn't take responsibility in this matter.

"Hi," Yan Hang stood in front of the tree hole, bowing his legs and bending his waist, "do you remember me?"

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, he smiled.

When I met Yan Hang here for the first time, Yan Hang ran to his exclusive tree hole to talk, and he was very unhappy.

"I'm a friend of your friend with a public face," Yan Hang said, "Long time no see, the public face has grown up, and he's not very handsome. Let's see if you can recognize him later?"

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he patted the tree trunk, walked to the stone bench by the river and sat down, looking at him.

When he walked to the tree hole and stood in the same posture as Yan Hang, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"I'm, it's not, I've grown taller, a lot, and now I'm a giant," Chu put his face on the tree hole, "I used to be, wasn't it very long-winded? Every time, I said a lot of wishes ,desire."

He closed his eyes and smiled: "Now I don't have any wishes for the time being. I'm very happy."

After staying by the river for a while, Chu looked at the time: "Go to my house again, let's see."

"Yeah." Yan Hang pulled the scarf, it was really cold here, and the wind was blowing by the river for a long time, thanks to the fact that he was wearing his thickest down jacket.

He glanced at the first day of junior high school, who seemed quite at ease, as expected, he was a person who had been frozen since he was a child.

"If my grandma is still here and still making trouble," Chuyi frowned, "I won't go back, I'll go."

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

After finishing speaking on the first day of the junior high school, he kept frowning, and after walking a long way, he suddenly reached out and pressed his forehead, and stroked the place where he frowned just now with his fingers to both sides.

Yan Hang was amused: "What are you doing?"

"For the little one, smooth out the wrinkles and smooth them out." Said the first day of junior high school, "I'm only ten, seven years old, no, I can have wrinkles."

"You're all fighting in the dirt," Yan Hang said, "Do you still care about a little wrinkle?"

"What's the matter with potatoes, only you onions pay attention to shape and image?" Chu Yi said.

"Shut up." Yan Hang patted him on the head.

The downstairs of Chu's family is no longer as lively as before, but when passing by a few residents of the community, from the eyes they looked at the first day of junior high school, they can still see that they still have unfinished wishes for his grandma's performance before.

On the first day of the new year, I walked into the canteen downstairs and bought a pack of cigarettes.

The owner of the commissary glanced at him and sighed hesitantly.

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't speak, and continued to walk home with a cigarette.

Yan Hang followed him in silence, and he didn't know what else to say in this situation.

When Chu Yi took out the key to open the door, he turned and glanced at him.

"It's okay." Yan Hang said, he knew the meaning of the first day of junior high school. This is probably the first time he brought someone home. It is probably not an easy task to show such a home in front of others.

Chuyi smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and when he lowered his head to send the key into the lock, he stopped suddenly.

"What?" Yan Hang asked in a low voice.

On the first day of the junior high school, he stared at the lock for a long time, then reached out and touched it again: "The lock has been changed."

Yan Hang was stunned.

The first day of junior high school was quite calm, after biting his lip, he raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times.

It took a while before there was any movement inside the door, probably first looking out from the cat's eye, Yan Hang heard an old man's voice inside and said, "A rare visitor."

The door opened, and there was an old man standing inside, who should be the grandfather of the first year of junior high school.

The old man looked a little more normal than his grandma, at least there was no scary makeup on his face, but once he spoke, he and his grandma were quite a family.

"I came to inspect, and I brought a thug." The old man looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang's prepared "Hello, Grandpa" was suffocated by this sentence and the look in his eyes. He didn't make a sound, and looked at the old man.

"Where's my grandma?" Chuyi asked standing at the door.

What Yan Hang found very unbearable was that the old man kept holding the door with his hands, as if he had no intention of letting Chuyi in.

"I'm tired of cursing and going to rest," said the old man.

On the first day of the lunar new year, I was silent for a few seconds, took out the cigarette, and shouted into the room: "Grandma, here is your cigarette."

"What are you shouting for!" Grandma's voice came from the room, "What's wrong with someone not letting you in!"

Chuyi pushed the old man away and walked into the room. When Yan Hang was about to follow in, the old man stretched out his hand again, and Chuyi grabbed the door frame before him: "Come in."

The dusty smell in the room is very heavy, and the lighting is not very good. There are no windows in the living room, and only the open kitchen door can let in a little light. The daytime is as dark as midnight.

Yan Hang stood by the door and had no intention of going any further.

Looking at the living room in front of him, he couldn't imagine how he lived here for more than ten years in the first day of junior high school, and how depressed and inferior he was before.

Although the furniture in the house is old, it is not uncommon in the old houses of ordinary people. There may be eight out of ten households in this building. Can't wait for people.

After Chu gave his grandma a cigarette, he looked into a closed room again: "Where's my mother?"

"Eloped with someone." Grandpa answered very smoothly.

Chu Yi turned to look at him.

"You are the only one with a mouth, right?" Grandma slammed the cigarette on the tea table, "You are the only one with a sharp mouth, why didn't you swallow your tongue with such a sharp mouth! You need to dip the plate, right?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't make a sound, and went to open the door of that room, looked inside, and when he turned back, the expression on his face was a little hard to describe, as if he was a little dazed.

"Let's go." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he still didn't speak. After standing still for a while, he walked towards the door.

No one in the room spoke anymore. When I went out on the first day of the new year and closed the door with my hands back, my grandma’s voice came from the room. At the beginning, the voice seemed to be howling, and then I couldn’t tell whether it was real or not. Emotional crying.

On the first day of junior high school, I buried my head and walked downstairs, and only after I walked out of the corridor did I say: "I may not come back in the future."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders, "Home is not just a name, it doesn't mean to point you to a house, but a home is a home."

The first day I looked at him.

"It depends on the people and feelings in the house," Yan Hang said, "Those are the homes."

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

"Home is where you feel like you be long." Yan Hang added.

"What?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Guess." Yan Hang said.

"Say it again," Chu Yi took out his mobile phone and poked him a few times, "I'll record a video."

"Are you ready?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "please go, start your performance."

"Once upon a time, there was a native dog whose nickname was Xiaogou, and then he grew up to become Brother Gou," Yan Hang said quickly, "Brother Dog named himself Tuduoer, and he was especially afraid of being handsome. There are wrinkles on his face, and he feels that he is the most handsome in the world all day long, and his face is bigger than a wheel hub..."

Chu Yi held up his mobile phone, opened his mouth half-open, and looked at him in shock.

"Wrinkle Tudou still wants to crack the password of my treasure map, so I have to say it and record a video," Yan Hang said, "How could I tell him? Even though he wants to confuse me with beauty, I will never say it." of."

"You fucking..." The first day of the junior high school was very shocked.

Yan Hang sullenly said, "You're still swearing, I won't tell you if you swear, our Onion family..."

"Shut up." Chu Yi said.

"Is the recording finished?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't, I don't want to talk anymore." Chuyi sighed, stopped the video, and clicked play again.

After listening to what Yan Hang said just now, he lowered his head and began to laugh, laughing all the way to the phone.

"Silly dog." Yan Hang patted the back of his head.

Originally, according to the plan for the first day of junior high school, he should stay at home for a while today, but he didn't expect such a sudden change. He and Yan Hang stood by the street and didn't know what to do.

"Call your mother," Yan Hang said, "Ask what's going on, and feel better when you figure it out, or you'll still be upset when you think about it in the future."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, took his mobile phone and dialed his mother's number.

Shut down.

This result is quite unexpected, but it is not surprising. It is basically within the style of my mother.

That's it.

On the first day of junior high school, I looked up and saw that the sun is still very good today. Standing in the sun, I can still feel the warmth in the gap of the wind.

"Go to the boxing gym, and then treat your aunt to dinner," Yan Hang helped him arrange, "Go to your grandpa's house after eating."

"Okay." Chu Yi took a deep breath, and felt better after exhaling slowly.

Actually it's no big deal.

He has always wanted to leave here, in addition to leaving the unhappiness from the surroundings, he also wanted to leave the home that he was often unwilling to return to.

It's a kind of relief now, if I still thought that I was my mother, grandma, and grandpa before I came back, I don't have such thoughts now.

In their hearts, it seems that there is no relative named Chuyi.

There was no one in the boxing gym today, and it was a holiday, but Coach He and a few students were there, and they were so shocked when they saw the first day of junior high school that they almost couldn't speak.

If they hadn't already changed their clothes and were about to go home, a few people would have dragged him to the stage for a fight on the spot.

I like this feeling in the first day of junior high school.

Seeing familiar people surprised by his changes, it's like someone is helping him to confirm that he has really grown up a little bit, and is no longer the doormat dog he used to be.

My aunt felt better when she saw him, after all, she had met him once before.

But when she saw Yan Hang, she was still very vigilant and questioned for a long time.

"Our family has never been very considerate in the first day of junior high school. We are honest and soft-spoken," the aunt said. "To be honest, I am most worried that he will be cheated, kidnapped and sold when he goes out."

"Probably not," Yan Hang said, "His nickname is Brother Gou."

"This is grown up," my aunt sighed, "I will really have to rely on myself in the future."

"En." Chu nodded.

"If your mother changes with your aunt..." Yan Hang said as he was sitting in the car heading to grandpa's house.

But it was soon interrupted by the first day of junior high school: "Then touch, I won't get you."

"The price to meet me is too high." Yan Hang smiled.

"Look how, how do you understand." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "After being praised a few times, when I grow up, I will immediately become philosophical."

"It still has to be matched, let's cooperate." The first day of the junior high school smiled.

It can be seen that grandpa's house is a happy event for the first year of junior high school. Compared with when I went home, I had nothing to say all the way, and now I have nothing to say when I am in the car for the first year of junior high school.

I stuttered to Yan Hang to introduce the scenery along the way, as well as the interesting things I encountered every time I went there when I was a child.

Yan Hang didn't say much, just watched and listened to the first day of the junior high school.

"Is it strenuous?" Chu Yi asked.

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Listen to me, talk." Chu Yi said.

"I'm used to it," Yan Hang said, "Someday you say it's smooth, I guess I'm still not used to it."

"You are suitable, and your adaptability is quite strong." Chu nodded.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Hang said.

Yan Hang relaxed when he saw his grandparents in the first grade of junior high school.

This is the image of the elderly in a family that he imagined, a smiling and kind old man, and a smiling and enthusiastic old lady.

"Hello, grandpa and grandma." Yan Hang greeted the two old people smoothly.

"Yan Hang, right?" Grandpa pointed to him and said to grandma, "This is the one, the leader of the five-star team."

"The foreman." The first day of the junior high school corrected it.

"Five-star foreman," Grandma gave a thumbs up, "Grandma will cook you a six-star meal tomorrow."

"I'll cook tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "I can get eight stars for cooking."

"See," Grandpa patted Grandma, "You lost."

Grandma waved her hand, not very convinced: "Let's make up your beds first, I thought I came here only when I got the second and third grades like in previous years."

After a fuss, grandma insisted on making two bowls of nine-star noodles for them to eat.

"Hey," after eating, Yan Hang stood in front of the window of the hut and stretched, "Are they asleep?"

"I'm asleep. I usually sleep at this moment. I've been asleep for half a day." Chu Yi smiled.

"I'm full." Yan Hang said.

"I can't finish eating, what's the matter." Chu Yi patted his stomach.

"It's embarrassing not to finish eating." Yan Hang said.

"Tired?" Chu Yi looked at him.

When Yan Hang talked to his grandparents, he looked very relaxed and natural, but he knew that Yan Hang probably didn't particularly like this kind of occasion, after all, he was a lone ranger.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "It's tiring, but not annoying."

"My grandma talks a lot." Chu Yi said.

"Listening to ten sentences from her is better than listening to one sentence from your grandma," Yan Hang said, "and they didn't ask me why I came here with you to celebrate the New Year. I'm afraid to answer such questions."

The first day of the junior high school smiled: "Ah, tomorrow she will definitely tell you ghost stories."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "A ghost story about an old lady coaxing a puppy."

"Okay." Chu Yi smiled and lay down on the bed.

Probably because he was tired, he felt that he was snoring within a few minutes after lying down, but to his surprise, Yan Hang next to him seemed to fall asleep faster than him. When he was still conscious, Yan Hang's breathing had changed. Very slowly.

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned over, put his arms lightly on Yan Hang's waist, and fell asleep steadily.

This was probably the first time in his life that he was excited about the Chinese New Year, waking up before dawn.

Chu Yi suddenly opened his eyes when he moved his hand to the side, Yan Hang wasn't on the bed anymore?

He hurriedly got up and put on his clothes. Grandma was busy in the living room. Seeing him running out, she pointed upwards: "Five stars and your grandfather are on top."

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, he went out to the terrace.

The terrace has been covered by grandpa with plastic film, pretending to be a greenhouse. When he went up, grandpa was telling Yan Hang about his flowers and plants.

"When it blooms in spring," grandpa said with a proud face, "it will be red, very beautiful."

"Well," Yan Hang pretended to look at the flowers next to him at the beginning, and yawned, "Is the flower big?"

"The mouth of the bowl is so big, many people in this building have raised it, and the one here is the biggest." Grandpa said.

"Excellent," Yan Hang nodded, and smiled when he saw the first day of junior high school, "Morning."

"My lord is showing again, he's arranging flowers," Chuyi said with a smile, standing next to Yan Hang and asked in a low voice, "Why did you get up so early?"

"I got up to go to the toilet," Yan Hang also whispered, "I ran into your grandpa, probably thought I got up, so he dragged me here."

"Then did you go to the bathroom?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's on, can I hold back till now?" Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

The flower-viewing activity on the terrace ended soon, and grandma came up and asked grandpa to go down to help with cooking.

"Really, I'll come." Yan Hang said.

"Can you make dumplings?" Grandma asked.

"You can tell, no matter Chinese food or Western food," Yan Hang said, "I can do it."

"Ouch," grandma looked at the first day of junior high school, "is it true or not?"

"Really," Chu nodded, and after grandma walked away, he looked at Yan Hang again, "Really?"

"Fake," Yan Hang laughed, "I always brag like I'm real."

But the dumplings are not bragging. I saw Yan Hang making dumplings on the first day of the junior high school, and it was very good.

When Yan Hang started meeting, grandma pointed at him: "Yo, this is really possible."

"Me too." Chu Yi said.

"Then you come?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'll just say whatever I want," Chu Yi said.

There are not too many rules at the grandparents' house after thirty. They eat the dumplings whenever they are wrapped, go to bed after eating, and sleep until before dinner to prepare for staying up late at night.

Neither Yan Hang nor Chuyi had such a sleeping habit. After staying in the house for a while, Chuyi took Yan Hang out.

Wandering back and forth on the main streets of the town, Chu showed Yan Hang all the places he loved to visit when he was a child.

It was getting dark, so I guess my grandparents got up before going back.

"Not here, you can go shopping on the street," Chuyi said, "Wouldn't it be boring to walk around casually and have a meeting?"

"No, I quite like this kind of small town," Yan Hang moved his arms, "It's not far from the city, and it's clean and not particularly closed."

"I like it too." The first day of the junior high school smiled, "I lived in the past, and I look forward to it during the Chinese New Year. I look forward to coming here."

"Will you still give me New Year's money later?" Yan Hang rubbed his hands.

"Yes, but no, too many." The first day of the junior high school also rubbed his hands.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to collect decent New Year's money once," Yan Hang said, "My father and Lao Cui gave me the New Year's money very dishonestly."

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't speak, but laughed for a long time.

"Really, just..." Yan Hang smiled and turned his head, but his words suddenly paused. In a small town at the time of the New Year's Eve, the streets were basically empty except for the two of them, but in his peripheral vision I saw a person, "Every time I give it is like a joke."

When he looked in that direction, there was no one there. There was a narrow alley between two closed shops, and there was no one in sight.

But Yan Hang knew that there must be someone there just now.

And his first judgment was his father in the first year of junior high school.

Yan Hang didn't tell Chuyi about this, he wasn't 100% sure that it was Chuyi's father, he wasn't even 100% sure there was someone there.

I also don't want the mood of the New Year's Eve to be affected again and again.

When I returned to my grandparents' house, my grandma was already busy in the kitchen.

Yan Hang went in and forcibly grabbed the stove, quickly remixed the various ingredients prepared by grandma, and started cooking.

"Let him mix and match it all," grandma whispered to grandpa at the kitchen door, "it's so fashionable that I can't understand it, and I don't know if it's edible."

"You're just not convinced." Grandpa said with a smile.

"I've been cooking for decades, how can I still trust such a little kid?" Grandma said, "Look at the first day of junior high school, is that someone who can cook?"

"It's not the first year of junior high school." Grandpa said.

Yan Hang's cooking speed has always been very fast. Grandma has already made the stewed dishes before. It is not troublesome to make the stir-fried dishes. It didn't take much time, and several dishes were served on the table.

"It's really... pretty good, take a look at this dish." Grandpa said.

"Is this kid really not bragging?" Grandma stood by the table.

The first day of junior high school was very proud. After sitting down, he poured wine for everyone and raised their glasses.

"It's all good." Grandma said.

"It's all good!" Grandpa said.

Yan Hang saw the tears suddenly welling up in the eyes of the two old men.

"Okay," he glanced out the window, "Look at the first day of junior high school, you've grown into young men."

"Yes." Grandpa wiped his eyes and said with a smile, "It happened in a blink of an eye."

After drinking a few sips of wine, the old man calmed down a little. Yan Hang was about to find a topic to talk about, when the grandma sitting opposite him suddenly said to him with a mysterious face: "Five Star, grandma will tell you a ghost story."

"Ah?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Tradition." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Have you wandered the streets today?" Grandma asked.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"Did I take you to the back street, the street with a temple?" The expression on grandma's face changed a little, with a bit of fear.

"Go... let's go," Yan Hang looked at her, "There is a temple..."

"Have you looked in?" Grandma asked again, lowering her voice, "If you look in, you will feel that someone is behind..."

Yan Hang's back felt a little inexplicably chilled by grandma's expression and voice.

Grandma suppressed her voice: "Pull your hair..."

Yan Hang suddenly felt that the hair on the back of his head moved slightly as if being blown by the wind, and his heart jumped wildly. This kind of subconscious panic was a little uncontrollable.

"Ah!" He yelled, straightened his back suddenly, and turned his head.

I saw Grandpa holding his hand behind his back.

Grandpa and grandma laughed, and on the first day of the junior high school, they grabbed his hand and rubbed it with a smile.

"This year's unhappiness is scared away," grandma looked at him with a smile, "next year will be a happy year."

"Ah." Yan Hang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.