A Lucky Coin

Long night, sleep with heart.

But why would someone want to pet a dog.

Dogs also have dignity, and they can't just sit around and let them go, they will rise up and resist when they are in a hurry.

So this battle between dog and dog is still very fierce.

Both potatoes and onions were wheezing.

The bed sheets were also twisted into wavy patterns during the fight, and the quilt was also thrown to the ground.

To be honest, when Yan Hang jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, he sat on the bed and looked at the mess on the first day of junior high school. .

"Goofy, change the sheets!" Yan Hang stuck his head out after entering the bathroom and shouted again.

"Why?" Sitting cross-legged on the messy bed sheet on the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang ignored him and closed the bathroom door.

The first day of the junior high school sighed, he would not be bullied by everyone now, but now he was bullied by a single person.

Before Yan Hang came out of the shower, he got out of bed honestly, found a clean sheet and changed it on. Considering that the quilt had already been rubbed on the ground, with Yan Hang's attention to detail and the degree of bullying, such a The quilt cover must also be changed.

So he changed the quilt too.

When Yan Hang came out, the first day of the junior high school was holding the changed sheets and quilts and preparing to wash them.

"So good." Yan Hang leaned over and kissed him.

"This kind of small, kindness is small, benefit is to please, can't please, mine." On the first day of junior high school, he left the bedroom.

"Let me rub your back for you." Yan Hang said in the room.

"No need," Chuyi sighed, "I'm afraid you will hit me."

Yan Hang lay down on the bed and laughed for a long time.

Chu put a bed sheet and quilt cover into the washing machine, and then squatted in front of the washing machine.

His home is a very old washing machine. When washing clothes, it feels like it is being demolished. It is said to be fully automatic, but if people do not participate in the laundry activities, it is basically impossible for it to finish washing by itself.

This was the first time he used a roller, and it was operated by Yan Hang before, and he took it to dry after washing.

Fortunately, although he is dirty, his brain is still easy to use. After a few glances, he understood. After poking a few times, he made an option that should save water and electricity by looking at the name, and then went back to the bedroom.

I don't know whether it is comfortable to stroke the dog or to be stroked by the dog. Yan Hang has already fallen asleep with his head tilted during the time he was taking things to wash.

On the first day of the new year, I hurriedly relaxed my movements, turned off the lights, went to bed, lay down and put on the quilt, and pressed the mute button for all movements.

Hearing Yan Hang's gentle breathing, he felt relieved.

From knowing the news about his father to asking what happened to now, he always felt like he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he never let go.

Now that he heard Yan Hang's sleeping breathing, he really relaxed.

Anyway, this thing is over.

Although Uncle Yan's whereabouts are still unknown, and although Lao Ding's accomplices are still not caught, at least the incident that changed their lives is now clear.

I also slept soundly on the first day of junior high school.

However, I woke up once in the middle of the night, because Yan Hang who was lying beside him suddenly moved suddenly, as if he wanted to sit up, but he didn't wake up.

Chu Yi stretched out his arms to hug him in a daze, and patted him lightly on the arm.

Yan Hang must have had a nightmare, he wanted to say something to comfort Yan Hang, but before he could think of what to say, he fell asleep again.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt pretty good, especially when I saw the back of Yan Hang stretching out against the pale golden sun on the balcony, I felt that I was out of breath.

"Sleep, are you alright?" He asked lying on the bed.

"It's not bad," Yan Hang said, "but it seems to be a nightmare."

"Well," Chu nodded, "yes."

"I dreamed about my dad," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I should be very happy to dream about him, but it turned out that I dreamed about the case, which is quite scary."

"He's gone now, he's fine," Chuyi said, "he's healed soon."

"Yeah," Yan Hang turned and entered the room, and slapped him on the buttocks, "Get up, I'm going to the hotel early today."

"What?" Chu Yi sat up.

"I'm going to cook a few dishes in the back kitchen today," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to join the back kitchen."

"Really?" Chuyi jumped out of bed and followed behind Yan Hang, "So, from now on, it will be Yan, the chef?"

"I really dare to think about it," Yan Hang smiled, "I just have a chance to go to the back kitchen to follow, assistants or something, I can be the chef, let our chef hear you and stare at you."

"In the future, yes." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang turned around and kissed him on the mouth: "He's pretty good at talking."

Yan Hang's career in the back kitchen was fairly smooth. In less than a month, after passing several assessments, he got his wish to work in the back kitchen.

For the first year of junior high school, although the money is not as much as that of the foreman, as long as Yan Hang is happy, it is a good job.

The only regret is...the uniform is not as good-looking as the front hall!

Yan Hang stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room and took a photo of him and sent it over.

- Fluttering in white

-Don't beautify the chef's clothes like this, the clothes won't float

- the black apron is still beautiful

- is that an apronI thought it was a skirt, you didn't take the whole picture

Yan Hang had no choice but to take another photo of his whole body, black pants.

- This dress can only be supported by the face

Reply on the first day.

- anyway, you can't see when you come to eat

- If I go to eat, can I eat your dishes?

- can't, probably can eat the food that i ordered

On the first day of junior high school, I looked at my phone and laughed for a long time.

In fact, if you look at it a few more times, you won't find it ugly. After all, it's Yan Hang, so you don't have to worry about any clothes.

Yan Hang got used to the job in the back kitchen very quickly. In the first day of junior high school, he could feel that he was happier in the back kitchen than when he was the foreman. Every day, he would tell him what he did today, what dishes he learned secretly, etc. .

When I was working as a foreman, I hardly heard him talk about work in the first day of junior high school.

As soon as the days are steady, time will pass quickly. In the first year of junior high school, I always feel that this semester has just started, and I haven't recovered from the fact that the final exam is coming soon.

Today, they went to the auto repair factory in groups with their teacher to experience it. The teacher drove them there in the school's broken car. The people in the dormitory were more excited than they were on vacation.

"Is there a car with a real problem today that we can toss about?" Hu Biao asked the teacher.

"You can listen and have a look," the teacher said, "Want to get started? It's still early."

"Maybe we are geniuses," Zhang Qiang said, "We have never had a chance to touch the whole car, and we can't develop our ability."

"You guys in the auto repair group, if you want to say who has that kind of meaning," the teacher said, "You are only in the first grade of junior high school, and it is far from a genius. You spend every day in the training room in the first grade of junior high school. know how to fall in love."

"No," Gao Xiaoyang said, "I never fell in love. I mainly sleep and don't have time to fall in love."

Several people were happy.

Sitting in the co-driver's seat on the first day of junior high school, I felt a little emotional. The few cars in the school, except for the one that the principal sometimes drives out to show off, are not very good.

After driving for a while, when the teacher stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, I heard a very light ticking sound in the lively chatting of a group of people on the first day of the junior high school, which was quite rhythmic.

He listened carefully, and the sound reappeared on the second acceleration.

"No engine, is there oil?" He turned his head and asked the teacher.

"Really?" the teacher asked back.

"Tick, tick tock," Chu Yi said, "When it accelerates, when."

"See," the teacher tilted his head, and said to the people behind, "You guys know how to talk, your ears are growing white, have you ever told you how to find faults through abnormal noises!"

"I didn't hear it." Li Ziqiang stuck his head to the front row, "We can't hear it when we sit in the back row."

"You can't hear it even if you sit in the front row," said the teacher.

"It's so easy for you to force us to isolate the first graders," Zhou Chunyang said. "The tradition of our dormitory is to exclude and isolate outstanding students."

On the first day of the junior high school, I laughed.

"What if it's not about the engine oil?" the teacher asked the first grader.

"There is a gap between the valves," Chu Yi said, "Tune it up, if it still sounds, you have to disassemble the engine."

"Well," the teacher nodded, "The cost of dismantling the engine for a comprehensive inspection is high. Adding oil, changing the filter, and adjusting the valve are all relatively cheap maintenance methods."

Several people in the back row said "hmm" in unison.

At the beginning of the year, I was quite interested in auto repair, especially when I was standing at the scene.

Watching those mechanics digging under the car gave him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, and he always felt that this job was very suitable for him, and he didn't need to talk or communicate too much.

If there is a problem, find the problem, and if you find the problem, fix it.

Doriso.

"My car always has that kind of hissing sound, hissing," an older sister was talking to the maintenance staff, "sometimes you can't hear it if you don't pay attention, but you can hear it when you quiet down a little bit, it's strange frightening."

"What could be the problem?" the teacher asked them in a low voice.

"The cylinder head gasket is leaking." Su Bin hurriedly said.

In fact, it's okay if you don't grab it. The people in the dormitory seem to know that no one is going to answer.

"Well, it's possible," the teacher looked at the first day of junior high school again, "what do you think?"

"The vacuum tube is broken, it's cracked and the vacuum is leaking..." As he spoke, he stood at the front of the car with the maintenance brother, "Is that right?"

"Yes," the little brother nodded, "it's not easy to find this position, you have to listen to where the sound is."

"Here." The first day of the junior high school bent down and stared at it twice, then pointed along the voice.

"It seems to be." The little brother also looked at it, and then turned to look at the teacher, "This year's internship?"

"Nope," the teacher folded his arms, "it's next year, so I'll take it here today to feel it, just to have a look."

After returning to the dormitory, several people went to the cafeteria to eat together. Hu Biao said in a low voice, "Su Bin is quite upset today."

"I suggest that he make an appointment with Chuyi," Zhou Chunyang said, "Jealousy increases one's combat effectiveness, and maybe he can beat Chuyi to the ground."

"That's impossible." Li Ziqiang clicked his tongue twice.

The first day of junior high school also knew that he made Su Bin lose face today, but the problems they both mentioned are possible, but it happened that the vacuum tube was broken, so he sighed: "It's all Ji, Ji..."

"It's all dicks." Hu Biao nodded.

"Crazy," Wu Xu choked with a smile, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"It's all the foundation." Zhou Chunyang said.

"En." Chu nodded.

"Are you pissing people off?" Zhang Qiang looked at the first day of the junior high school. "We didn't answer. You said it was the foundation, did you mean to piss people off?"

"Yes." Chu Yi continued to nod.

"Let's make an appointment." Zhang Qiang said.

"Okay." Chu Yi still nodded.

"See?" Hu Biao laughed uncontrollably, "Brother Gou's aura is different now."

"It's not in vain that you forced people to promote it for a year." Zhou Chunyang said.

On the first day of junior high school, I remembered the time when I first heard someone other than Yan Hang call him brother dog. Time really passed quickly.

At that time, he was still a short dog, he didn't dare to speak, and he was very afraid of being surrounded by people.

A year has passed, and when he thinks of himself at that time, although he can still feel that feeling, he has already begun to feel a little strange about that feeling.

"Do you have any plans for summer vacation?" Yan Hang sat on the sofa, holding a travel brochure in his hand, "Do you want to travel?"

"Teacher Wang said, introduce me to the summer job." The first day of the junior high school lay on the sofa with the armrest on the pillow, and put his feet on Yan Hang's legs, shaking up and down, "Aren't you awesome?"

"Awesome," Yan Hang nodded, "You can see how proud you are by seeing your feet wobbling."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he smiled and shook it hard twice.

"When will it start?" Yan Hang asked.

"Middle of July." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"That's half a month." Yan Hang nodded.

"What?" Chu Yi asked.

"Want to go out to play?" Yan Hang said, "I have five days of annual leave..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned for a while, then jumped up abruptly, and roared: "Really!"

Yan Hang was taken aback by him, and threw the booklet in his hand directly towards his face: "Fake!"

"Ah." Chu Yi looked at him.

"What the hell I want to hold in my hand is a knife. You have to cut your head off now," Yan Hang stared at him, "It's a big dog, brother dog, even a milk dog is bigger than you Calm down."

"I'm happy," Chu Yi rubbed against him, "Wow!"

"Get out." Yan Hang lay down on the armrest of the sofa and continued to read the travel brochure.

On the first day of the junior high school, Ye Yi fell down, lay on him, put his arms around Yan Hang, put the tip of his nose to his neck and took a deep breath: "Brother Xiaotian, change the perfume."

"Well," Yan Hang scratched his hair, "The nose is pretty good, does it smell good?"

"It smells good," Chuyi said, "You are, you are already fragrant."

"It's flattery," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "It's all traces."

Chu buried his face on his shoulder and played a ton, and asked again after a while: "Really? Go play."

"Well," Yan Hang tapped his head up and down with the pamphlet, "Is there any place you want to go? You can go back and forth in five days."

"No." Chu Yi said, "With you, we can go anywhere."

"Well, there is a place I want to go," Yan Hang said with some hesitation, "It's not a tourist hotspot, but it's fun."

"En." Chu nodded.

"I just want to ask your opinion," Yan Hang said, "I want to go for a reason, but if I want to drag you along..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he raised his head and looked at him: "Do you want to go home?"

Yan Hang also looked at him in surprise, and said after a while: "Your mind communication is a bit magical."

"I think you have been everywhere, and you have been there," Chu Yi smiled, "I still want to go, there is nothing else, other places."

"Well," Yan Hang pressed down on the back of his head and kissed him, "I didn't think about going back to see it before, and I didn't think it had any special relationship with me...but now, just I kind of want to go see it again, and also want to see my mother, it’s not too far away.”

"Then go." Chu Yi said.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

Yan Hang didn't know why he suddenly had such an idea. He never thought of going back to see it before. He didn't have much memory of the place where he was born.

Maybe it's because the days are peaceful now that he has the time and mood to think about the past.

The mother he had never seen, the father he had disappeared for a long time, the only connection between them was there.

There is another point that he didn't tell the first day of junior high school. He always felt that his father would go there.

Although he has tried his best not to think about where his father is and what he is doing now, after all, this is his only support and backer in his turbulent life for so many years, and he still wants to find some traces of reassurance.

The final exam of the first year of junior high school was just like his current job, there was basically no suspense, and everything went smoothly as expected.

"It's just that the cultural class is a bit miserable." Yan Hang said while packing his luggage.

"No way," Chu threw his clothes on the bed, and picked out a few to take out, "After all, he is a professional, professional talent, as long as the professional is good, that's fine."

"Your shameless spirit is worth learning from the whole school." Yan Hang said.

"Are you really driving, are you driving?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Don't change the subject." Yan Hang said.

"Second knife master, the driver," said Chu Yi, "I can't touch it for a year, and I can't get a car once."

"You always touch the car, don't you?" Yan Hang said, "You have never touched the whole car."

"I touched it." Chu Yi said.

"It's all bad." Yan Hang said.

"Aren't you young, immature." Chu Yi clicked his tongue.

"Don't worry," Yan Hang lay down on a pile of clothes, "You are in the car, I will definitely drive carefully."

"Yeah." Chuyi threw herself on him, rubbing her arms against him a few times.

"Get off." Yan Hang said, "You are not a puppy now, you know, you are so angry that you can't bear it."

"I," stood up on the first day of the junior high school and leaned against the wall, "1.8 meters, eight..."

"Smelly shameless, you have a fart of 1.8 meters eight." Yan Hang said.

"Eight two." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"I was 1.8 meters two three years ago." Yan Hang said.

"You grow three or three centimeters in three years," said the first day of the junior high school, "I grow three or ten centimeters in three years."

"That's because you have a small base. You were only 1.2 meters in the second year of junior high school, and you are more than 60 centimeters tall now." Yan Hang looked at the first year of junior high school.

Children are not very tall. When I usually look at the first year of junior high school, I don't think this kid has grown much taller. When I stare at it, I realize that the poor little boy back then is completely invisible now.

Tsk tsk, scary.

Traveling is nothing unusual for Yan Hang. He travels with his father every two days. He has traveled in any form, even by car. His father bought a second-hand car and drove it around. The ninth lot was sold after two places.

But for the first year of junior high school, traveling is a very exciting event.

They hadn't really traveled anywhere, that is, home, and they hadn't been very happy.

When I woke up in the morning, the circle was dark at first glance, and I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep all night.

When they got the car keys with Cui Yi downstairs, Cui Yi laughed: "You've been so excited and haven't slept for half a month, right? Are you sleepy?"

"Every passenger gets on the bus, and they sleep when they get on the bus," Chu Yi said, "That's called travel."

"Drive slowly, stop and rest when you see a rest stop," Cui Yi told Yan Hang, "I have already taken care of the car... In fact, it's okay if you don't take care of it, right? What about the first day of junior high school?"

"I can fix it." On the first day of the junior high school, he got into the car.

"It's so good to be young, to be so smug," Cui Yi smiled and glanced at him, then patted Yan Hang's shoulder, "Have you brought it to your address?"

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"Be careful." Cui Yi said.

"I know." Yan Hang opened the door and got into the car.

"Besides driving safety, other safety needs to be paid attention to." Cui Yi looked at him.

"Yes, I know." Yan Hang nodded.

When the car drove out of the gate of the community, Chu Yi put down the window excitedly, moved his head to the window, and felt the moist warm wind blowing on his face.

"Close the window," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to turn on the air conditioner, it's so hot."

"No." The first day of the junior high school said very simply.

"Why?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "The hairline will be blown to the back of you when you get on the high-speed highway."

"This way, it's like traveling," Chu Ban squinted, "The hot wind, the sun, the running trees, and the radio station and..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned his head and looked at him: "With a couple."

Yan Hang laughed, reached out and turned on the radio in the car, and searched for a music station: "Is that so?"

"En." Chu nodded.

"Aren't you pretending to be a young literary and artistic youth who has read too much Huang Wen?" Yan Hang said, "Why didn't you include the vibration of the car on the hood?"

"There is still the rear of the car, the back seat." Chu Yi said.

"Damn," Yan Hang glanced at him, "I found out that you are really bad at learning, did you learn from those little bastards in your dormitory?"

"No." The first day of the junior high school rubbed his nose in embarrassment.

After the car drove out of the urban area, the cars on the road changed a little. Many cars with suitcases drove past them, and many people went out to play during the summer vacation.

Looking at it all the way, it feels like the journey has begun.

When a gust of hot and humid wind blew into the car, Yan Hang whistled loudly towards the outside of the car window.

"Crazy." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Happy." Yan Hang said.