A Lucky Coin

At first, I had no idea about the word "kiss". The only memory I had was the soft touch of Yan Hang's lips. Even in my imagination, I didn't go beyond this range.

Just such a contact is enough to stir up nerves for him.

But right now, the action of Yan Hang's wet tongue exploring his territory could probably directly break his nerves.

Once the nerve is blown off, it is basically a nerve.

Once a neurotic without any experience gets nervous, he will be very nervous.

In the first day of junior high school, he didn't know what he should do or what he was doing. He just relied on instinct.

When the tip of Yan Hang's tongue brushed over, the soft touch made him short of breath, he chased after him without thinking, blocking the way, and refused to let him pass without paying.

Not to be outdone, Yan Hang fought him.

There was a war of words.

The side effect of the verbal war is to fan the flames.

On the first day of the junior high school, he felt that his courage had been burned more than twice by the fire. He grabbed the clothes around Yan Hang's waist and stretched his hands in.

Yan Hang's waist is very beautiful. He has always wanted to touch it, but he has never found a chance.

At this moment, without even thinking about it, he put his hands behind Yan Hang's waist, rubbed them hard twice, and then, under the command of his broken nerves, he put his hands into the waist of Yan Hang's trousers.

This matter is more serious.

Yan Hang grabbed his hand back, and the war of words and guns also temporarily ceased, and the panting was right next to his ear, as if he wanted to say something, such as "this is the fucking bathroom", but in the end Yan Hang didn't say anything Did not say.

He kicked open the door of the next compartment and pushed him in.

It was the first time I entered the bathroom of the high-end KTV on the first day of junior high school, and it was the first time I entered the cubicle of the toilet of the high-end KTV on the first day of junior high school.

He only felt that the cubicle was much cleaner and tidy than his home, and it still smelled of perfume... After that, he never made any other observations about the cubicle.

All his vision, smell, hearing, taste, and perception were all concentrated on Yan Hang.

When his hands slid over Yan Hang's skin, he could feel the firmness and warmth, he could hear the sound of the skin rubbing together, he could also hear the panting in his ears, and the moisture between his lips.

Ever since Yan Hang caught him playing hooligan on the sofa last time, he didn't have the nerve to look for a chance to try again. Only now did he realize that as long as he has enough emotions, experience is not a problem at all.

The rogue part of your genes will guide you.

Chuyi pulled Yan Hang's shoulders, turned him around half a circle, faced the wall, and then hugged him tightly from behind Yan Hang.

Yan Hang supported the wall with his hand.

That's right, this pose.

I like it very much in the first day of junior high school, but I have only seen it once and haven't dared to look at the pose more.

He took a bite of Yan Hang's neck, and stretched his hand down.

Yan Hang snorted in a low voice, not sure if it hurt from biting or because of his hand.

The premium restrooms are nice, and there's music.

The music barely drowned out the voices of the two men hiding in the cubicle doing their own shit.

When Yan Hang threw the tissue into the toilet, he hadn't fully connected his broken nerves in the first day of junior high school, and he always felt a little dazed.

"Come here." Yan Hang leaned against the wall and whispered, grabbing his trouser waist and pulling it.

"NO." The first day of the junior high school also whispered.

"NO, you bastard." Yan Hang tried a little harder.

Chuyi didn't say a word, grabbed his waistband and looked at him firmly.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "Are you protesting or..."

Hearing someone push open the bathroom door on the first day of junior high school, he jumped out of his trance, broke out in a cold sweat, and froze on the spot.

Yan Hang raised his finger to his lips.

He didn't need his reminder at all on the first day of junior high school, so don't speak out now, you don't even dare to take a breath.

Fortunately, the person who came in didn't stay for long, he hummed a song and pissed before going out.

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that I was still very calm, and I even noticed that this person didn't wash his hands...

"Come out." Yan Hang whispered, opened the door of the compartment and stepped out.

On the first day of the junior high school, he lifted his pants and heard the sound of Yan Hang turning on the tap and washing his hands, so he followed him out.

Although he didn't intend to let Yan Hang do it, he was still a little depressed after being so frightened and softened. He stood beside Yan Hang and washed his hands together.

"Are you scared?" Yan Hang asked.

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang turned his head and splashed some water on his face, "Are you waiting for me to praise you?"

"Praise what?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"It's a good masturbation." Yan Hang said.

This sentence was said in a normal voice. On the first day of junior high school, I was so scared that I quickly looked around and made sure that the doors of all the compartments were open before I breathed a sigh of relief: "You're welcome."

Yan Hang laughed for a long time, patted his head after drying his hands: "Silly dog."

"I looked," Chu Yi turned off the tap, "Yes, is it normal?"

Yan Hang looked him up and down: "It's normal, I can't tell just now..."

"Okay!" The first day of the junior high school interrupted him, "It's normal, okay."

"What about me?" Yan Hang asked.

"How can you pretend?" Chuyi sighed, "Of course it's normal."

"Go, Birthday," Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulders, "Go and sing."

After walking out of the bathroom and back to the corridor, I heard the sound of slaughtering pigs or beautiful songs coming from various boxes. It was only on the first day of the junior high school that I gradually calmed down, feeling like I had returned to reality.

The scene after my mother's phone call just now is like a sex commercial suddenly inserted in a dog blood TV series.

It made him a little reluctant to go back to the bloody TV series.

"Today is your birthday," Yan Hang whispered in his ear, "Don't think about anything."

"En." Chu nodded.

"Your father's matter," Yan Hang said, "Cui Yi will inquire about it. If there is anything to deal with, he will also deal with it. You don't have to worry."

"En." Chu nodded.

"Happy birthday baby." Yan Hang said.

"It's not small." Chu Yi said.

"Happy birthday baby." Yan Hang said it again while laughing.

The few people in the box were intoxicated by their own singing, and they didn't care about their being late for a phone call, which was much longer than normal.

"Come here," Li Ziqiang saw the two of them coming in, and immediately stretched out his hand to pinch the song Hu Biao was singing, "Let me have a happy birthday song first."

"Okay." Wu Xu went over and clicked on the happy birthday song.

Then a group of people shouted and sang happy birthday again, feeling like they couldn't sing loudly in the restaurant before.

I don't know if it was because of the incident in the bathroom just now, or Yan Hang's consolation played a role in the first day of junior high school. Now when I saw a group of people yelling happy birthday to him together, the unhappiness in my heart was slowly dissipated. pressed down.

He never imagined that one day he would celebrate his birthday like this, with his classmates, eating, singing and supper, like an ordinary high school student.

After the birthday song was sung, the previous queuing solo continued.

Yan Hang ordered some more snacks and drinks, and the coffee table was full.

On the first day of junior high school, I took out my mobile phone, took pictures of the people in the box and the things on the coffee table, and put them in an album together with the photos I took in the restaurant.

The photo album is called Dog Birthday.

He still wanted to take a photo with Yan Hang, but he thought it was a bit silly to take a selfie with his mobile phone at the moment. If Zhou Chunyang wasn't around, he wouldn't care.

Zhou Chunyang can tell at a glance that he and Yan Hang have a little trick, and he will be embarrassed.

"Can I order a song for you?" Yan Hang leaned into his ear and asked, "Count the ducks."

Chuyi turned to look at him: "No."

"Why?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Laugh, laugh to death." Chu Yi said.

"If you die from laughing, you will die from laughing," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "Why, you are a bitch and still have the burden of being an idol?"

"It's not Pu, an ordinary dog," said Chu Yi, "at least it's a potato."

After saying this, the two of them had fun together, laughing for a long time.

The phone rang, Chuyi looked down and found that it was Zhou Chunyang who had sent the message, so he quickly took a look at Zhou Chunyang first.

Zhou Chunyang held a glass of drink and shook the phone in his hand while drinking.

The news was opened at one o'clock in the morning.

What Zhou Chunyang sent over was a photo. In it, he and Yan Hang were smiling face to face, with eyes full of eyes and no one else in sight.

"It's a good shot," Yan Hang looked at the photo, and gave Zhou Chunyang a thumbs up, "Send it to me."

Chu sent the photo to Yan Hang, and stared at the phone for a while.

It’s really good, probably in order not to take pictures of the people around and the messy things, Zhou Chunyang only took some specific photos, with his chest up, and there were only the two of them in the whole picture, with the ambiguous scenes from KTV on their faces. warm light.

"Who counted the ducks?" Gao Xiaoyang shouted.

"...Me." Chu Yi sighed.

"Here's the microphone," Gao Xiaoyang handed him the microphone, "Your style of song selection is very unique, isn't it?"

"I'm nostalgic." The first day of the junior high school took the microphone and looked at it.

The microphone he touched was the one with the TV set at home. Grandma sang karaoke once at home with that microphone. When she uttered her voice, the sound exploded like a mace. It was very scary, even for such a brave grandma. Everyone only sang that voice.

This high-end microphone is different. It is heavy in the hand and has a special texture. Immediately, I feel like a singing god.

The duck counting started on the screen, and a jumping little girl appeared.

Staring at the countdown on the first day of the new year, I began to sing: "A flock of ducks passed by the bridge in front of the door... Come and count... Two four six seven eight..."

Except for Yan Hang, everyone in the box turned their heads at the same time and stared at him together.

Even in the first day of junior high school, I could feel the shock in their eyes, and suddenly I wanted to laugh.

"Cuckoo, cluck, so many ducks..." He suppressed a smile, and continued to sing solemnly, "I can't count how many ducks——I can't count how many ducks—"

"Damn it!" Zhou Chunyang finally couldn't bear it, and burst out laughing wildly.

"Damn!" Hu Biao slapped his thigh.

"Damn!" Zhang Qiang leaned his head on the sofa and shouted while laughing.

"Damn it!" Li Ziqiang choked on water.

"Brother Gou's tune is too perfect." Gao Xiaoyang broke the formation as usual.

"I have to pay for hush money." Wu Xu said.

He ignored them on the first day of junior high school and insisted on singing the rest of the lyrics. Before, he only remembered the first half, but now looking at the lyrics, he sang the whole song perfectly.

"Thank you." He said after singing.

There was another round of fun in the box.

The people behind began to sing again, and turned to look at Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high school: "Should we still read the scriptures?"

"Otherwise," Yan Hang laughed while looking at his phone, "Don't ask for an accompaniment next time, I'll knock wooden fish for you on the side."

On the first day of junior high school, I leaned on the sofa and laughed for a long time.

"I just recorded a video." Yan Hang moved next to him and handed the phone in front of him. "I want to send it to your fans and sisters, okay?"

"Okay." On the first day of junior high school, I saw myself reciting a song in a serious manner in the video, and a few people next to me who were laughing so hard that I couldn't see their faces... Brother Gou's profile is pretty good.

"Little...dog...sing...song..." Yan Hang finished typing, posted the video on Weibo, and said with a small smile, "Do you want to read the comments?"

"Don't look at it, it's all praise anyway, praise me." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang didn't speak, looked at the phone, and started laughing after a while.

After struggling for a while on the first day of junior high school, I still leaned over: "Let me take a look."

- hahahahahahahahahahaha

-HHHHHHHHH

-Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha sorry puppy sister still loves you very much

-Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

- oh my god puppy this singing ha ha ha ha ha

- Can you have some quality!Hahahaha, let's finish the compliment first, then hahahahahahahahahaha

-How on earth did you manage to sing like this with a serious face hahaha

- sorry i died laughing

-hahahaha the bed board almost made me laugh out loud

……

Yan Hang swiped down a few times, and the comments were very uniform. At a glance, he almost didn't recognize the word "ha" in the first grade of junior high school.

Every time he saw a line of "hahaha", he couldn't help but want to laugh along with him.

"My shape, image is gone, it's gone." He sighed, rubbing his face that was a little sour from grinning all the time.

"Your image is originally this one," Yan Hang said, "It hasn't collapsed at all."

Everyone sang very well all night, but he sang a song counting ducks on the first day of junior high school. He was not embarrassed. The key point is that he has nothing else to sing. He can't sing the national anthem in a KTV, and he still sings like that... …

Yan Hang didn't sing either, only when he was about to leave at the end, he sang an English song.

Instantly killed all the achievements of the dormitory gang in one night.

"I really can't tell," Hu Biao said, "Brother Hang makes me think he's smart every time."

"Did I lose my focus when I sang like the first day of junior high school?" Yan Hang said.

Everyone suddenly laughed again.

When I walked out of the KTV, Chuyi felt that my ears were a little stuffy.

"I am, not deaf." The first day of the junior high school looked at Yan Hang.

"Puppy," Yan Hang said, "Puppy, puppy, puppy, who saw my puppy... Did you hear that?"

"Here." Chu Yi laughed.

"You've been yelling all night," Yan Hang pulled his hair, "It will be fine in a while."

"Are you going to eat barbecue?" Hu Biao asked.

"Yes, I'll go and drive the car over," Yan Hang nodded, "Take a taxi and follow me."

The place to eat barbecue is not far from KTV, and it takes only 10 minutes to drive there.

The excitement of the group of people has not yet passed, eating and chatting, each stomach seems to be a bottomless pit.

In the end, I couldn't eat anymore, so I finally stopped.

Zhou Chunyang took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "Now the first day of junior high school is 17 years and one hour old."

"Happy 17 years old." A group of people picked up their cups and clinked them around.

After sending him back to the dormitory, he drove home with Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high school. Tomorrow is Saturday, the most anticipated day of the week. He doesn't even look forward to Sunday because he has to go back to school.

"Wait for Old Cui to come down for supper," Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

When Cui Yi was mentioned, he thought about his father again, and couldn't help but sigh.

Yan Hang didn't speak, but patted him on the shoulder.

Cui Yi quickly went downstairs, wearing pajamas, without even changing into slippers, when he saw the barbecue in Yan Hang's hand, he walked over quickly and took it away: "If you don't eat any more, you will go crazy gone."

"What happened to his father on the first day of junior high school," Yan Hang said, "you can help me find out."

"Well, that's for sure," Cui Yi glanced at Chuyi, "I thought you didn't know?"

"My grandma told me." Chuyi said.

"Don't worry, during this period, only lawyers can see your father." Cui Yi took out a skewer of roast lamb and took a bite, "I have already contacted a lawyer, my former classmate, very awesome sister , I will take you to go through the entrustment procedures tomorrow morning. This procedure... I have to pretend to be your mother's signature and entrust it in your mother's name, and then the lawyer sister can go there. The specific situation will be known after she meets your father. gone."

"Ah." Chu Yi was taken aback for a moment, "Thank you Cui, Uncle."

"Is there any problem with this operation?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's okay," Cui Yi said, "After seeing his father, he asked him to make another signature, which is considered a joint entrustment."

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

The first day of the junior high school was stunned by the side, and after thinking about it, he quickly asked: "That is, is there a fee, a fee?"

"I can ask Yan Hang for the fee," Cui Yi said, "You can pay him back later."

"How long was the detention?" Yan Hang asked.

"Normally, it takes three days to submit a request for arrest approval, and a decision on whether to approve the arrest is made within seven days," Cui Yi said. "If there are special circumstances, it can take up to [-] days."

"Is this a special case for his father?" Yan Hang asked again.

"It's hard to say, you have to meet someone first." Cui Yi said.

Back at Yan Hang's house, I went to take a shower on the first day of the junior high school, and sat on the sofa in a daze.

This noisy night... No, it should be regarded as a noisy day.

He felt that he had experienced all kinds of emotions. He had ups and downs all day, and his mind was full. Until now, after taking a bath, there was no music, talking and laughing around him, and he felt that the whole person was slowly quieting down. down.

"Hurry up and go to bed," Yan Hang came out of the shower, and said while wiping his hair, "I have to go through the formalities tomorrow, so I have to get up early, so that the lawyer sister can go there earlier."

"The lawyer's sister is Cui, Uncle Cui's classmate," Chu Yi said, "She is sister, he is uncle."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded with a smile, "Women, from little sister to young sister to big sister to elder sister, are different from men."

The first day smiled.

"Hurry up," Yan Hang said, "Go to sleep."

"Can't sleep." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang looked at him and said nothing.

On the first day of the junior high school, he tilted his head and looked at Yan Hang: "Actually, I didn't want to take care of my family anymore."

"I know." Yan Hang said.

"But still, I'm worried." Chuyi frowned.

"This is also normal," Yan Hang said, "After all, he is my real father."

"My mother and grandma don't care about it," Chu Yi said.

"You are not the same kind of person as them," Yan Hang said, "but...if you don't want to, you can ignore it."

"I don't care, not much," Chu Yi sighed, "I just, just want to know why, what, what's going on."

"Well," Yan Hang threw the towel on the armrest of the sofa, and sat next to him, "Don't think too much about it. After completing the formalities tomorrow, the lawyer will go over and talk, and then we will know what's going on."

Chu nodded, and after a while he looked up at the towel thrown on the armrest: "Is it wet?"

"Ah." Yan Hang touched the towel, "My hair must be wet after wiping it just now."

"The leather sofa," Chu Yi said, "is it going to be moldy?"

"...Does your mind spin up and down for a while?" Yan Hang got up and took the towel and put it back in the bathroom. "Sometimes you get off the track and turn to the side."

Chuyi smiled: "I don't know."

"Go to sleep." Yan Hang sighed.

Can't sleep.

Lying on the bed on the first day of the junior high school, facing Yan Hang sideways, putting his hand on his belly, he could feel Yan Hang's breathing rising and falling.

Yan Hang couldn't sleep either.

Even if there is nothing else in mind, it is not easy to fall asleep immediately after such a noisy night.

There are more things in Yan Hang's heart than in his heart.

Dad was arrested, no matter whether it was good or bad, no matter what the result was, at least there was a result, but Uncle Yan still had no clues.

Yan Hang may have been calm at first, just need to wait patiently, but now the calm has been broken.

Chu Yi frowned.

"Bitch," Yan Hang said softly, "Can't you sleep?"

"Well," the first day of the junior high school replied, "I'll get up tomorrow, so don't worry."

"No worries." Yan Hang smiled.

The fingers of the first day of the junior high school lightly scratched Yan Hang's belly twice, hesitant, but he opened his mouth: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang pinched one of his fingers and rubbed it.

"If, if my dad, if my dad let Uncle Yan get hurt," said the first day of the junior high school with difficulty, "will you be angry with me?"

"No." Yan Hang turned his head away, "Why do you think so?"

"Just think about it." Chu Yi said.

"You didn't do it," Yan Hang said, "Why am I angry with you?"

"Father owes son, son pays." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang laughed and said after a while: "That's fine, let's pay for it."

"...Mangjintian, Liang," Chu Yi was taken aback, "I'm still so young."

Yan Hang didn't speak, just kept having fun.

The first day of the junior high school sighed, and couldn't help but also laughed.

The two giggled for a long time in the dark.