A Lucky Coin

This is probably the year that Yan Hang lived the most like "Chinese New Year at ordinary people's house", eating New Year's Eve dinner, chatting and watching the Spring Festival Gala, watching the year and setting off firecrackers.

It was a noisy night, and it was not until the middle of the night that I finally recovered.

He couldn't fall asleep after recovering from the stress, he was full of emotions, and he didn't feel sleepy. He and Chu Yi sat by the window and chatted until dawn, and then the two of them lay sideways on the bed. They didn't know whether they were sleeping or waking up until almost noon when grandma came. knock on the door.

"Get up, take the New Year's money." The first day of the new year patted him.

"Ah." Yan Hang felt that the new year's money was still very attractive, and immediately struggled to get up.

Both grandparents and grandparents were wearing red padded jackets and sitting in the living room. Firecrackers were set off all night, and the room smelled like gunpowder smoke. You could even see the blue smoke floating in front of your eyes.

Very young.

After a blast of firecrackers outside, Grandpa took the time to say, "Come."

On the first day of the new year, he walked over immediately, and bent over to his grandparents: "Grandpa and grandma, Happy New Year."

"Happy Chinese New Year," grandma smiled and took out a red envelope and handed it to him, "Grandma is not used to this young man's appearance."

"Here, take it." Grandpa also took out a red envelope and gave it to the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang stood behind and watched. He didn't know what a formal New Year's red envelope process should be like. After all, it hadn't been formalized, but the first day of junior high school was too simple.

"Five-star, come here," grandma beckoned at him, "On the first day of the junior high school, you can't speak very well, and you only have this one sentence for New Year's greetings. If you hear it too much, people will be anxious. You speak quickly, and you have to say something auspicious."

"I still have to kowtow, kowtow." The first day of the junior high school added.

"You didn't kowtow, you asked others to kowtow," the grandfather said with a smile, "It's only for children. You are all grown-ups, so you don't need to kowtow."

Auspicious words.

Yan Hang has never said any auspicious words, and his first reaction to auspicious words is that they will be together for a hundred years, which makes him very speechless to himself.

"Happy New Year, grandpa and grandma," he first took over the words from the first day of junior high school, then thought about it, and recited all the words that could be related to auspicious words that he had swept up so long, "I wish the second elder good health Every year, there is more than auspiciousness and good luck, and all wishes and blessings are like Donghai Shoubi Nanshan..."

Grandpa and grandma kept laughing, and grandma slapped her hands and laughed: "Okay, okay, this is good."

When receiving the New Year's money from the two old people, Yan Hang suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

"I have something for you, you guys," Chuyi entered the house and took out a box, "I bought it for you, a hand, a mobile phone."

"Oh, why are you still spending this money?" Grandpa was taken aback, "We don't know how to use it either."

"Machine for the elderly, it's very simple," Chu put the box on the coffee table in front of them, and said as he unwrapped it, "In the future, you can call me."

"Where did you get the money?" Grandma said, "Is this expensive?"

"It's not expensive," said the first day of the junior high school. "I work part-time. I have a job and a salary."

"Look at this kid," grandma wiped away her tears, "this kid wants to buy things for us when he has some money."

Yan Hang sat next to him, watching the first day of the junior high school teaching two old people how to make a phone call. It felt like watching a movie clip.

Although it was right in front of his eyes, when he looked at it, he felt a little dazed. He always felt that this scene was already a part of his memory. It was snowing outside the window, and firecrackers sounded from time to time. The room was very warm and he could smell gunpowder smoke. A handsome Potato is teaching Grandpa Potato and Granny Potato to use their mobile phones.

He smiled.

"See," said Chuyi, "just press, press this 1, press this again, this green one, and my phone will ring."

"I'll try," Grandpa pressed twice on the phone, and the phone in his pocket on the first day of junior high school rang. Grandpa smiled and said, "It rang."

"Then I'll answer, answer the phone," Chu took out his mobile phone and answered the phone, "Hello?"

Grandpa took the phone to his ear and shouted, "Hello!"

"No need, it's so loud and loud," Chuyi retreated into the room, "Usually, that's fine."

"I can hear you," Grandpa handed the phone to Grandma's ear, "Listen."

"Grandma." Chu Yi said.

"Hey! I heard-arrive-" Grandma shouted.

"Don't shout," Grandpa patted her, "You are so scary."

After the grandparents mastered the skills of answering and calling, they went to the kitchen to get busy.

On the first day of junior high school, he and he were on the plane in the afternoon, and we had to leave after lunch.

Yan Hang didn't dare to look into the kitchen. Every time he looked, he could see grandma wiping tears.

"Why don't you go in and fight." Yan Hang looked at the first day of the junior high school.

"I'll be kicked out, come on." Chu Yi smiled, and he kept leaning against the door and looking in.

Yan Hang didn't speak any more.

Grandparents, grandparents, grandparents, said that the first-year family members are still very complete, the elderly are all there, there are fathers and mothers...

Yan Hang searched again in his memory, except for those not-so-pleasant episodes in his dreams before, he no longer has any memories of any relatives other than his father.

"Come," Chu said in a low voice, "I have a gift, a present for you."

"What gift?" Yan Hang stood up and walked into the house with him, "Do you still want to give New Year's gifts?"

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "it was meant to be given away."

"Okay, let me see what gift you have." Yan Hang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the first day of the junior high school flipping through the bag.

"This." The first day of the junior high school took out a small red square box from the bag, "I asked Da, Da Qiang for the box."

Yan Hang took it over and took a look. The red box was a cardboard box. Jewelry sellers in the night market are usually equipped with such a small box. He smiled and opened the box.

Inside is a string of bracelets.

There are stone beads of different sizes, with black metal beads and spacers in the middle.

If he hadn't seen these small stones now, he would have almost forgotten them. These were the few stones he gave him when he caught them on the street in the first grade of junior high school.

"It's becoming more and more professional." Yan Hang put the bracelet on his left wrist, "The size is quite suitable."

"Sure," Chu Yi grabbed his wrist and circled it with his fingers, "You'll know it as soon as you grab it, you know it."

"Thank you." Yan Hang looked at him.

"You're welcome, this is what I should, should do." Chu Yi said.

"Don't you want to touch the bright red scarf on your chest?" Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of junior high school, he patted his chest twice cooperatively.

After eating the [-]-star lunch made by his grandma, he and the first day of the junior high school took a large bag of local specialties stuffed by their grandparents and went out.

On the first day of the new year, the elderly were not allowed to go out, and they were stopped at home: "We will take a taxi when we go out, and take a taxi and leave."

"How expensive it is to take a taxi!" Grandma was taken aback.

"Comfort us," Grandpa said, "Where do taxis and buses come from on the first day of the new year? There are almost no buses."

"Can this be comforting?" Grandma said.

The first day of the junior high school smiled: "Take the bus, and I tell you not to go out, it's too cold."

"Grandpa and grandma," Yan Hang said, "I want to call him in the first grade of junior high school. The phone bill is very cheap now. The money in your phone, one hour a day, is enough for five years."

"Ah, good!" Grandma nodded with a smile.

After saying goodbye to the old man, I asked on the first day of the junior high school when I was walking to the shuttle bus stop: "Is it enough for five years?"

"Anyway, you will recharge the phone bill," Yan Hang smiled, "So they feel comfortable."

"That's right," Chu nodded, then patted his pocket again, "Big money."

The time of the return trip feels much shorter than the time of going, probably because the two tastes of reunion and parting are different.

There were far fewer people at the airport than on the 29th day. The two of them could sit peacefully and wait at the boarding gate without being called by the radio.

"I never asked you," Yan Hang stretched his legs and leaned on the chair, "When is your birthday? Is it coming soon?"

"There is another one, Yue." The first day of the junior high school also stretched his legs, and stood side by side with Yan Hang's legs.

"It's not today?" Yan Hang smiled and shook his foot.

"When I was a child, I thought it was today." The first day of junior high school also shook his foot, "Because it's Chinese New Year, so it's not my birthday."

"How do you want to celebrate your birthday this year?" Yan Hang glanced at him, then shook his foot, "Why don't you invite your classmates to come with you?"

"Okay," Chu nodded, and continued to shake his feet, "Please dormitory."

"Well," Yan Hang continued to shake his foot, and tapped his left foot on the right foot on the first day of junior high school, "you can go to our restaurant first, we have a birthday-themed dinner."

"Okay." A little excited on the first day of the junior high school, he immediately shook his foot and knocked him back.

"You're not finished, are you?" Yan Hang glanced at his feet.

"You hit first, mine." Chu Yi said.

"Follow me and shake your ass." Yan Hang kicked him.

"Only you can, Akira." Chu Yi also kicked him.

Yan Hang continued to kick him, and he continued to fight back.

This kind of contest between you and me should be placed on children under ten years old. At this level, it is time to fight... Of course, the two of them are probably the only ones who are over ten years old and still playing like this.

This contest ended in defeat on the first day of the junior high school. He pulled a wet tissue from his bag and carefully polished his shoes: "Bear bastard, kicked my shoes, they are dirty."

Yan Hang laughed for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw the two stewardesses standing at the boarding gate covering their mouths and laughing towards them.

"Look, let the young lady see the joke." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Is it my fault?" Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, after thinking about it, he glanced over there secretly, "Could it be your fan, fan?"

"Probably not," Yan Hang said, "After all, I only showed my face for a second, and the screenshot is still not clear at all. Maybe it's your fan. You have quite a lot of fans now."

The first day smiled.

"Everyone asks about your Weibo," Yan Hang stretched, "Do you want to make a debut?"

"No," replied immediately on the first day of the junior high school, "not going out."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"I'm an old-fashioned gourmet owner, the man behind the anchor," Chu Yi said, "and also the way to make money."

"Get out." Yan Hang laughed, thought about it and said, "I'm so angry, I'm popular again now, okay?"

"You've never been popular before, why are you popular?" Chuyi sighed, "You finally became popular."

Yan Hang didn't speak, but took out a piece of Band-Aid in his pocket for a long time, tore it off and stuck it on Chuyi's mouth.

The two stewardesses over there laughed.

The time of Chinese New Year is a bit shorter for the first day of junior high school. Most people around are still immersed in the atmosphere of Chinese New Year. Yan Hang has already started to work normally.

After two days of idleness at home, he also began to return to the coffee shop to work.

Before changing, he didn't feel much, but this time, it was because being with Yan Hang made him feel in the mood to experience the word "New Year" for the first time.

It was also the first time to let him know that he actually cared a lot about the matter of "Chinese New Year".

Just like a birthday, many things depend on who you are with, so that you can tell whether you care about it or not.

There were no customers in the store, sitting behind the bar in the first day of junior high school with hair dazed, birthday, he had never looked forward to this day when he grew up.

Yan Hang said to have dinner first, and then go to karaoke after dinner.

Karaoke?

K songs are pretty good, and young people like them, although he guesses that there are no songs he can sing in the song selection device... Do you want to learn a few in advance?

Gee.

Learning songs temporarily is easier said than done.

In fact, it doesn't matter, he sings the scriptures anyway, just click on any song and read the lyrics.

I was in a daze on the first day of the junior high school when someone knocked on the bar.

He quickly stood up, said "good evening" before he saw the person clearly, it was Zhou Chunyang, with Gao Xiaoyang and Wu Xu behind him.

"Happy New Year, little brother," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile, "Hurry up and give us a cup of your best coffee."

"Happy New Year." He laughed on the first day of the new year. He was bored at the moment, and unexpectedly met someone in the dormitory.

"Isn't it interesting for us?" Gao Xiaoyang leaned against the bar, "I'm here to go shopping and to visit you."

"Not in the dormitory, it's enough to visit." The first day of junior high school said with a smile while making coffee for them.

"Let's review it," Wu Xu said, "We meet again in two days, it's very annoying, I have to get used to it in advance."

On the first day of the new year, I made coffee for them and sat down at the table together.

"For your birthday, don't order a cake. We will order a big one for you." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Thank you."

"Will Su Bin be called?" Wu Xu asked.

"Don't call him, it's awkward. I have always agreed that there are only seven people in our dormitory," Gao Xiaoyang said. "Besides, he is so noble. If you call him, he may think it is an insult to his personality."

Several people laughed, and Chuyi sighed: "He is really more invisible than me."

"You are not invisible," Wu Xu said, "The famous dog brother, when you talk about auto repair, you are the dog brother. Now you are the spokesperson for auto repair."

"That's right, there are several representatives, the one who can fight the most, the one who is the most handsome, the one who is the coolest, and the one who can't speak..." Zhou Chunyang pointed his fingers, "The one with the best professional grades."

"It's strange to put the last one here first." Gao Xiaoyang clicked his tongue, "It doesn't fit the image of Brother Gou."

"Shut up." Chu Yi smiled.

Cui Yi's car was parked on the side of the road, and Yan Hang ran over to get into the car, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Finished?" Cui Yi glanced at him.

"Yeah." Yan Hang pulled the seat belt buckle and frowned, "It's similar to what I asked last time. I also identified the photo today. I have never seen anyone except the cripple. I feel that I can't use it. I can't help you too much."

"Just asking questions is already helping," Cui Yi said, "You can help with anything you want, why are the police so tired?"

Yan Hang sighed and closed his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you about the questioning?" Cui Yi asked while driving.

"I didn't say it," Yan Hang said, "I was thinking too much in the first day of junior high school. I'm afraid he'll keep thinking about it. His birthday is only a few days away. Let's talk about it after the birthday."

"En." Cui Yi responded.

After being silent for a while, Yan Hang turned his head to look at Cui Yi: "Old Cui, there is something, you can help me make up my mind."

"Say." Cui Yi nodded.

"On the first day of the junior high school, I received two phone calls from which no one spoke." Yan Hang frowned, "He felt like his father."

Cui Yi turned his head and glanced at him: "And then?"

"On the day when I was thirty, I accompanied him to his grandfather's house. When I was wandering in the street," Yan Hang said, "I thought I saw his father, but it was just a feeling. I couldn't be sure. When I turned my head, I didn't I saw someone."

"You didn't tell the police, did you?" Cui Yi asked.

"I don't know if I should say it," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid that it will mislead the police and affect their handling of the case, and I'm also afraid..."

"I'm afraid that on the first day of the junior high school, you will feel that you are anxious to catch his father." Cui Yi said.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

Cui Yi was silent for a while: "It may not be because you are afraid of the first day of junior high school, you think so for him."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound.

Probably so, although I asked him if he wanted to tell the police when he received the call on the first day of junior high school, he probably wouldn't think so on the first day of junior high school, but he was always a little bit upset.

He always felt that Chuyi's father didn't have the guts to handle such a big case, he just got involved, but what if, what if...

"Tell the police," Cui Yi said, "If it's a clue, the case will progress, it will be good for both of you, won't it?"

Yan Hang was silent for a while, then sighed: "Turn around."

Early in the morning of my birthday, my grandfather called, and when I picked up the phone on the first day of junior high school, I heard my grandfather "hello" over there.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, I hear you," he said with a smile, "I hear you."

"Today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday with your grandma!" Grandpa said.

"Very happy." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

"Your grandma told you not to forget to eat a bowl of noodles." Grandpa said.

"I'll tell him myself!" Grandma's voice came from the side.

"Your grandma told you." Grandpa passed the phone to grandma.

"Eat a bowl of noodles," Grandma's voice sounded, "Don't forget."

"Yeah!" Chu Yi pressed the corners of his eyes, "Remember."

After chatting with grandparents and hanging up the phone, Zhou Chunyang smiled beside him and said, "Is pasta considered noodles?"

"Ah," Chu Yi smiled, "I don't know."

"It's okay," Li Ziqiang said, "With Brother Hang here, it shouldn't be a problem to make a bowl of authentic Chinese noodles."

"Hey, I'm hungry now," Hu Biao rubbed his stomach, "Let's go get the cake and eat it."

"Have you been on the scale after the Chinese New Year?" Zhou Chunyang went over and pressed his stomach, "Just finished lunch and thought about cake again?"

"My stomach, my stomach," Hu Biao said, "I only have a carnival once a year."

"You weigh one, and you've been on a carnival." Chu Yi said.

"Brother Dog," Hu Biao looked at him, "I think today is your birthday..."

"Don't read it." Chu Yi smiled.

"Let's just read it," Hu Biao said, "after all..."

"Don't think he is a birthday star, he is also a dog brother," Zhang Qiang said while playing with his mobile phone, "You are a low-level, what can you do."

"I'm on a hunger strike." Hu Biao lay on the bed with his face facing the wall. "There is no friendship in this dormitory."

"After an hour," Chu looked at the time, "I invite you to the sales department of the hour."

Hu Biao immediately turned over and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Dog is interesting."

I am in a good mood today on the first day of junior high school, I am one year older, 17 years old!

Eighteen years old!

According to the habit of being two years old in some places, he will be nineteen!It's as old as Yan Hang!

He will be 22 next year, so he will be older than Yan Hang!

Hahahahahaha.

On the first day of junior high school, we had a blast facing the window.

"Nervous." Zhou Chunyang glanced at him.

"Ah." Chu nodded, "You found out."

Zhou Chunyang smiled, and continued to play the game with his head down: "Have you booked the box for tonight?"

"Yan Hang said he ordered it." Chu Yi said.

"That's fine," Zhou Chunyang said, "he is more particular, and he can definitely book a high-end place."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and did not speak.

After staying in the dormitory for an hour, Hu Biao sat up like pinching his watch: "Brother Dog, let's go to the commissary?"

"Let's go," Chuyi stood up, "You guys going, shall we?"

"Go—" Except for Su Bin, everyone answered in unison.

"Damn," Hu Biao said, "you just laughed at me!"

A group of people smiled and left the dormitory and headed for the canteen.

In fact, there is nothing delicious in the canteen, the main thing is to relieve the craving.

Not greedy on the first day of junior high school, I stood at the cashier and waited for them to pick something to eat.

Just as he was about to send a message to Yan Hang, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he sighed while taking out the cell phone, it was really a tacit understanding...

The word "home" on the caller ID stunned him for five seconds.

Few people use landlines at home. Parents use mobile phones, grandma uses voice control, and the landline is generally used by grandpa to call his friends to brag and scold.

He almost never received a call from this number in his memory.

Who in the family still remembers his birthday?

Still calling on your birthday?

He answered the phone in surprise: "Hello?"

"Your most useless father in the world has been arrested by the Public Security Bureau!" Grandma's voice came from the phone.

On the first day of the junior high school, she was stunned and didn't realize what she said for a long time.