A Lucky Coin

"Why is the quarrel so exaggerated." Yan Hang took a bite of the pizza.

To be honest, they have been to many places, but they have seen old ladies with open arms and cigarette pipes in hot weather, and people who pull their hair and trousers during fights, but it is really true that they have to be shirtless when they quarrel. never seen it.

"I don't know, if she's shirtless, I'll go over and join in the fun..." Dad didn't finish speaking, and glanced at the first day of the junior high school.

Dad is an old fox, and he couldn't escape his eyes from any small emotional reaction since he was a child. He immediately knew that he might know this old lady in the first day of junior high school.

And now, taking a hard bite of a piece of pizza and chewing it in his mouth on the first day of junior high school, it is obviously not just as simple as knowing each other.

Yan Hang immediately thought of the old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows whose face was painted pale.

...this is very embarrassing.

He exchanged glances with his dad, and when he was about to change the subject, he finally swallowed the pizza on the first day of the junior high school and said softly, "That's me, grandma."

Yan Hang couldn't take it anymore, he looked at his father.

"Your grandma?" Dad had no choice but to face the difficulties bravely, "Then your grandma... has a very hot personality, and she is a hero among girls."

At first glance at Dad, he suddenly smiled.

"Haha." Dad also laughed awkwardly.

"No, it's okay," Chu Yi took a bite of the pizza, "I know her, I know her."

"Oh." Dad replied.

"Is she always like this?" Yan Hang simply stopped going around in circles and asked directly.

Chu nodded.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, and seemed to understand a little bit about the character of the first year of junior high school and why he was bullied. Grandma's behavior of being shirtless without saying a word must be a very important reason.

"Is she mentally ill?" Yan Hang asked after thinking about it.

"No," Chuyi shook his head, "She is, the female hero, Jie."

Dad couldn't help laughing.

The first day of the junior high school also smiled.

"Some things, you have to grow up to figure it out." Dad said.

Chu Yi looked up at him.

"For example, you are yourself first." Dad said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and took another bite of pizza.

After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I read the news, there will be a music festival in two days, we can join in the fun."

"Where is it?" Yan Hang asked.

"What square." Dad said.

"What is what?" Yan Hang asked while eating.

"... I don't remember." Dad replied.

"I know, I know." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang turned to look at him.

After waiting for a long time on the first day of the lunar new year, he didn't speak anymore. He finished eating a piece of pizza seriously with lowered eyelids, and then glanced at him, then he was stunned: "Huh?"

"Ah shit?" Yan Hang was a little speechless, "What's next?"

"What, what?" Chu Yi still looked at him.

"He just told you that he knows what square it is," Dad couldn't stop laughing on the side, "What kind of text do you want, what kind of text do you want."

"Then what? What square? Where is it? How to get there?" Yan Hang asked a series of questions, "You should take me there?"

"Okay." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang didn't say a word, and it took him a long time to give him a thumbs up.

"Kids are very interesting." Dad said with a smile.

After eating, Yan Hang leaned on the chair and pulled a tissue to wipe his fingers slowly.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked around the table, stood up, and put together the plates and bowls on the table with lightning speed.

Yan Hang and his father didn't have the habit of cleaning up immediately after eating. They would just sit back and relax for a while, reminiscing about this wonderful meal.

The two of them had never experienced the speed of the new era in the first day of junior high school, and before they had time to stop it, they had already entered the kitchen with a bunch of dishes in their hands.

"First day of junior high school!" Yan Hang got up and followed into the kitchen, "Just put it there."

"Smoothly." After answering briefly on the first day of junior high school, he turned on the faucet of the sink and started washing the dishes neatly.

Yan Hang walked over and leaned against the wall and looked at him: "Relax, this is my home, not yours."

On the first day of junior high school, he washed the dishes quickly, and after a while he said softly, "Xi, I'm used to it."

Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, turned around and left.

"You're shameless," Dad looked at him, "Just let the guests wash the dishes? You don't even do it, and you don't even watch it?"

"I'm afraid he'll drop the bowl when he gets nervous," Yan Hang said.

"It's a very interesting child, let the family grow up like this," the father sighed, "If this is my son..."

Dad glanced at him and clicked his tongue: "It seems that he is not well-raised?"

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "so don't keep praising yourself."

"Is he here this afternoon?" Pa asked.

"I shouldn't be able to stay. I have to run home every time it's time," Yan Hang said in a low voice. "It's fine if I bought oil today and didn't send it back. I didn't even go home to eat. I think I will be cleaned up when I go back."

"Hey," Dad sighed, the phone in his pocket rang, he took it out and took a look, "I'm going out for a while."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

When he came out after washing the dishes on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang was sitting on the window sill looking at the street outside.

"It's finished." He walked to Yan Hang and said.

"Thanks for your hard work," Yan Hang said, "You didn't go home for dinner, are you okay?"

There was no sound on the first day.

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him, and found that he was also looking out.

"Sit?" Yan Hang stepped aside to make room for him.

On the first day of junior high school, I jumped up and sat up.

The two sat facing the street in a daze for a while, then turned their faces to look at him: "Who, who, who..."

"Quack quack." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned and laughed.

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ji, Dao," Chu Yi said with a smile, "Your name is..."

"My mother's name is not Yan Jidao," Yan Hang said, "Don't listen to my dad's nonsense, he doesn't say a serious word all day long."

"Oh," the first day of junior high school still smiled, "Uncle is very nice and fun."

"It's okay." Yan Hang said.

"My dad doesn't, he doesn't talk much." Chu Yi said.

"Then you are so poor, where did you inherit it from?" Yan Hang asked.

"Maybe, I'm holding back." The first day of junior high school was very serious.

Yan Hang smiled: "You are quite funny, so to speak..."

"No, no one told me, talk to me." Chu Yi said.

"Oh." Yan Hang responded, touched a cigarette and took it out.

I fumbled for the lighter in my pocket for a long time, and was about to look back to see if it was thrown on the coffee table. The first day of junior high school had already shrunk and turned around. After a series of movements, I jumped off the window sill, took the lighter on the coffee table and handed it to him. he.

"Fuck," Yan Hang couldn't help it, "Are you a permanent worker at home?"

"My mother is very, very busy, and she is tired when she comes home, tired." On the first day of junior high school, she didn't jump on the window sill again, and lay on her stomach with her arms propped on the window sill.

Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"That's..." Chu Yi pointed to the side of the street, "Your shoes, are they shoes?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put next to the trash can, "Yes."

"No, I want it?" Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.

"It's dirty," Yan Hang said, "it's old after all, it's been worn for a year."

"NB, but, what a pity." The tone of the first day of junior high school was full of distress.

Yan Hang glanced at the door, he was still wearing the old pair of street shoes on the first day of junior high school today, but... he checked with his eyes, he probably couldn't wear his own shoes.

"How about that," Yan Hang took out his phone, "On the first day of junior high school, you..."

Those little girls liked the first day of junior high school very much. They made the first day of junior high school appear on the screen a few times, and it is estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If someone goes crazy and paints a yacht, they can even change their clothes.

On the first day of junior high school, not only were the shoes so old that it made people speechless, but the clothes on my body were always school uniforms, and some places were washed transparent.

"No, no need," Chuyi quickly understood what he meant, and reached out to stop him, "No."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"I have, I have shoes, new ones." Chu Yi said.

"Then you wear these pairs every day?" Yan Hang said.

"It's not broken," Chuyi smiled and added immediately, "It will be replaced tomorrow."

Yan Hang didn't insist anymore, but he didn't quite understand: "Do your parents have a job?"

"Yes," Chu nodded, "but the water station where my mother was at work was closed, and my dad drove it for me."

"Then it shouldn't be..." Yan Hang didn't understand even more, "It's thousands of dollars a month for driving, right?"

"Well," Chu Yi held his chin, "I think so too, it doesn't make sense."

Yan Hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang in the first day of junior high school.

He straightened up abruptly as if frightened, took a moment to take out the cell phone from his pocket, and pulled it for a long time before he reluctantly connected the phone.

"Hello?" he whispered.

Yan Hang saw that Dad was written on the caller ID.

"I'm at my classmate's house," said the first day of junior high school, talking to his father with ease, "Eat, eat... buy oil, buy, I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, the first day of junior high school didn't even have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran towards the door.

"Ask you to go home?" Yan Hang jumped off the window sill.

"Well," the first day of the junior high school smiled at him apologetically, "My mother gave birth, so she's angry."

"...I'll go back with you," Yan Hang felt a little sorry, after all, he was the one who asked Chuyi to come home to drink oil, "Shall I explain to your mother?"

"No, it's all right," Chuyi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "Don't worry."

He didn't hear what Yan Hang said behind him, and hurried away with the oil barrel in his hand. After making sure that Yan Hang couldn't see him, he ran away.

Dad is back, it’s okay to go back now, Dad will speak for him.

His mother probably wouldn't say anything, and under normal circumstances, except for asking him to do things, his mother would treat him as if he didn't exist, and it was his grandma who disturbed him the most.

When turning the corner and running towards his building, someone came out on a bicycle, and when he passed him, the person on the car suddenly kicked him.

Unprepared on the first day of the junior high school, with oil in his hand, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Hey, why is the pile so unstable?" the person in the car said.

He was a little surprised to hear this voice on the first day of the junior high school, turned his head and took a look, and confirmed that this was Liang Bing, whom he would walk around since he was a child.

In this film, except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflicts with Liang Bing. In the first day of junior high school, he always thought that he had grown up to be in his 20s and hadn't been sent to prison.

But Liang Bing hadn't come back for two or three years. He always thought that Liang Bing would never show up again, but he didn't expect to bump into him again so unprepared.

"Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.

Speaking on the first day of the junior high school, he patted his pants after getting up, and continued to run forward with oil.

"I'll play with you in two days!" Liang Bing shouted from behind while laughing.

When he took the keys in the first day of junior high school, he realized that a large piece of skin had been scratched when the palm of his left hand was touching the ground just now. He raised his hand nervously and looked at his sleeve again, and there was a hole at the elbow.

He raised his hand, took a long time to put it down, and opened the door lightly.

The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the lights are not turned on, you can't see clearly.

He entered the house, before his eyes got used to the darkness in the room, he heard grandma's voice.

"You're fucking back!"

In the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn't block a plastic cup filled with water thrown by my grandma, and my forehead was hit with pain.

Fortunately, it is not the stainless steel one of my grandfather.

"It's normal to go to a classmate's house for a meal." Dad came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "Next time you don't come back for dinner, remember to tell the family One sound."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"Wait for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it!" Grandma came over, pushed Dad away, and slapped him on the back.

"You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I'm addicted to beating people!"

"What's the matter! You're still messing with your mother!" Grandma turned around and pointed at her mother, "You won't teach me to teach for you, and you still have sex with me!"

Mom smashed the cup in her hand on the table and entered the room.

"Come." Dad pulled Chuyi, trying to pull him into the house, but just opened the door a crack, mom pushed it from the inside, and closed the door again. Before Dad could screw it again, she was inside Locked the lock back.

Dad hesitated for a moment, so he had to turn around and push Chuyi into the kitchen, closing the door.

Grandma didn't break the door, but stood outside the kitchen and started cursing.

"You too, why did you suddenly go to a classmate's house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad said in a low voice.

He didn't say a word on the first day of the new year, he didn't want to mention the matter of grandma arguing with others on the street.

"I bought you some clothes for a while..." Dad glanced at the kitchen door, and the momentum of grandma's voice made it seem that the door didn't exist, "I'll bring it to you after your grandma is done scolding."

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

Dad has a good temper, or...he didn't know how to sum up Dad's character in the first year of junior high school. Anyway, since he was a child, he has never seen his dad get angry, and he has always tried in vain to persuade people to calm down. But always helpless.

Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and just stood in the kitchen with my dad in the first day of junior high school.

It wasn't until grandma got tired of scolding and grandpa started to pick faults with the TV series that dad patted him on the shoulder: "I'll go get you the clothes."

Chu nodded.

Dad went out, and there was no movement for a long time, probably because he couldn't get in the house.

On the first day of the new year, he turned around and looked out the window, and after waiting for a while, Dad returned to the kitchen with a plastic bag in his hand: "Come on, try it."

On the first day of the junior high school, I took out the clothes from the bag. It was a sweatshirt, light gray, which looked pretty.

When he shook off the clothes, he knew that the clothes were too small, but he took off his school uniform jacket in silence and put the clothes on.

"It seems...too young?" Dad said with some embarrassment.

"I can wear it." Chu Yi tugged at his sleeves.

The sleeves are short, and the dress is a bit short, but if you don't zip it up, you can still wear it.

The trousers are also short, and the legs cannot be bent, otherwise the trousers will be drawn up.

"My son's legs are too long." Dad said.

The first day smiled.

Dad is the only one in the family who will not scold him or beat him, but will smile at him, but Dad doesn’t remember his birthday or what grade he was in. When asked, he told others that he My son is in sixth grade.

So Dad would buy clothes smaller, he was not surprised at all.

"Do you want to put the trousers here?" Dad said.

"No," Chu Yi said, "I can wear it, thank you, thank you Dad."

"Then... wear it? Or change it first?" Dad asked.

"Dress." Chu Yi said, he didn't want to change clothes in the kitchen again.

When walking out of the kitchen, grandma sneered.

On the first day of the lunar new year, I walked to my grandparents’ house. There was no one there at the moment. He wanted to go in and stay for a while, but my mother yelled in the house: “Water!”

He went back to pour a glass of water and took it into the house.

"Are you going to eat at a classmate's house today?" Mom asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine will ask you to eat?" Mom asked again.

The first day did not answer.

"Be careful that someone will set you up, maybe they put some laxatives on you, and you can pull them away in a while." Mom said with a frown.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he turned and walked out, and entered the next room.

Sitting on the small bed in a daze for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.

Inside is a pair of new sneakers, which his mother bought for him during the Chinese New Year, and he has never worn them since they are still in good condition.

- did you get scolded?

Yan Hang sent a message to Chuyi, and then lay down on the sofa.

Tomorrow I have to go out and look around to see if there is a suitable job.

He didn't mind that the coffee shop job was gone, but he still had to go out and look for a job. One was that he was running out of money, and the other was that he was bored.

Dad hasn't given him any money recently, probably because he didn't get any money.

But Yan Hang is more concerned about the state of his father when he is looking at his phone and going out today, which is different from usual.

But what is different, he can't think of it. Of course, this kind of old fox can't be understood at a glance, but after all, they have lived like this for so many years, and Yan Hang can still feel something wrong.

The uneasiness that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time resurfaced again.

-no

I messaged him back on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang looked at the news and wanted to chat a few more words but couldn't find anything to say.

- do you always run at night

On the first day of the new year, another message came.

-Um

Yan Hang looked at the message he replied, and he was also in a state of talking about Tian'er to death.

Fortunately, the first day of the junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.

- i also often run at night

- I see you can run

- are you running todayI'll take you to run, I know where to run

- ok , what time , where

- let me call you

-good

Yan Hang waited for a while, but he didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, so he put down his phone.

Just as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, the phone rang again.

- do you still have those shoes

-. . . .I gonna go see

Yan Hang got up helplessly. His obsession with the pair of shoes at the beginning gave him the urge to pick them up, wash them, and continue wearing them.

- still

-Can you get it back?

Yan Hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and walked out.

There were a lot of people coming and going on the street, and he could only make a quick decision. The longer he spent grinding beside the trash can at this time, the more attention he would attract.

However, walking over with big strides, picking up the shoes and leaving, it didn't look very good, and several people still looked over.

What a fart!These are my fucking shoes!

Yan Hang returned to the house and threw the shoes on the ground, and sent a voice message to Chuyi: "I picked it up."

- you really don't want it?

"No, just tell me what you want to do," Yan Hang said, "It's not easy for me to go out and pick it up."

- if you don't want it, give it to me

Yan Hang wanted to say that your clothes might be too big, but in the end he didn't say that adding an insole would be better than his current pair.

- ok , you come to pick it up tonight

-OK, thanks

Seeing the serious reply from the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang fell back on the sofa: "Ah..."