A Lucky Coin

There are a lot of people who travel during the summer vacation. Fortunately, their school is a few days earlier than the normal high school holiday. When they set off, the large-scale summer self-driving tour group had not yet started on the road.

But just like that, I queued up for a while when I got on the expressway.

On the first day of the junior high school, I lay down on the window and looked out: "Then, that one over there, why don't you just line up and pass by."

"That's the ETC channel. If you want to get a card, you can scan the license plate and go there," Yan Hang slowly moved the car forward, "You don't need to get the card on the spot, and you don't need to queue up to pay the toll when you get off the expressway."

"Oh," Chu nodded, "In the future, when you buy a car, go ahead and get one."

Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed: "It's so easy to say."

"I'll make it up for you, make it up," Chu Yi turned to look at him, "I'll start class next year."

"Okay," Yan Hang nodded, "Let's make a plan, how about 20 for a car worth [-]."

"No problem." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled and opened the car window, and took the card handed over by the toll collector.

The toll collector was a little girl who said with a very standard smile, "Have a nice trip."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Have a nice trip." Said the first day of the junior high school, "Start the journey, the journey."

"En." Yan Hang responded, and after he passed the toll gate, he stepped on the gas pedal. In the rearview mirror, he could see that the bangs on the forehead of the first grader who was lying on the window were blown into a big back, and his eyes were blown away. .

"Open the window?" he asked again.

"Don't close it." Chu Yi said.

"There are two pairs of sunglasses in the bucket in front of you, one is mine, and the other is old Cui's," Yan Hang said, "Take one and put it on, your eyes will blow your eyes out in a while."

"Well," opened Xiaodou on the first day of the junior high school, took out two glasses cases, opened it and looked, "Is this Sao Lan the color yours?"

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded with a smile, "The black one belongs to Old Cui, you should wear his."

"No," Chu Yi took out the pair of blue sunglasses and put them on, "I want them, fashionable ones."

"He's pretty handsome," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Coupled with your back hair, you look like a gangster."

"Do you wear it?" Chuyi said, "It's turned on the road, it's all gone."

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

On the first day of junior high school, he took the black pair and put it on for him, then tilted his head and stared at it for a long time: "It looks like our black ones, the little ones in society, little brother."

"Yes, brother dog," Yan Hang said, "brother dog, do you think my car is okay?"

"Yes," Chu nodded, "Keep working hard."

Yan Hang had calculated before that if he didn't take a break halfway, it would take about four hours to drive to the place, but they must have a rest halfway. He has never run on a high speed, nor has he driven for such a long time, as Cui Yi explained. , have to pay attention to safety.

"I have a rest, I'm standing." On the first day of the junior high school, he leaned against the window against the hot wind and said.

"Okay," Yan Hang said, "pee, drink water, eat and stretch your legs."

"Don't pee, be the first to say it." Chuyi said.

Yan Hang laughed, slowed down, and entered the rest stop.

After he went to the toilet, he washed his face again. When he came out, Chu Yi was taking pictures of the surroundings with his mobile phone.

"What are you photographing?" Yan Hang went over to look, and all of them were photographs of people coming and going.

"People who travel," Chu Yi said, "look different from normal people."

"Well," Yan Hang also looked around, "It's true."

"In the past, you and Yan, uncle," Chu Yi looked at him, "this is the case, right?"

"It's not the same," Yan Hang stretched his waist, and led him to the supermarket in the rest area, "We don't even have two pieces of luggage, so it's not a trip, it's a migration. We go from station to station without purpose. land, and don’t look back.”

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, and looked down at his phone.

Travel, travel everywhere.

Before the first day of junior high school, he wanted to travel very much. Every time he returned to school during the summer vacation, his classmates were chatting about where to go during the summer vacation, and he usually listened stealthily.

The farthest place he has been to before he came out to study was his grandfather's house, and he never thought about traveling.

It seems that no one in the whole family has thought about traveling, and grandma may not have even left their riverside area.

I picked a few photos on the first day of junior high school and wanted to send them to Moments, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was not enough, so I went to Yan Hang's side: "Brother Xiaotian, help me, take a photo for me."

"Well," Yan Hang took some snacks and drinks, "What kind of filming?"

"I'm sitting in the driver's cab." The first day of the junior high school whispered with some embarrassment.

"Okay," Yan Hang smiled, "You can also sit and lean on the front of the car, and I'll take pictures for you."

"Women are the ones, that's the way," said Chuyi, "I want to drive, the cab."

After buying food, the two of them went to the parking lot. Yan Hang drove the car out of the parking space and parked beside the green lawn: "Shoot here, the background looks better."

When I got into the car on the first day of junior high school and sat in the cab, I didn't know how to pose.

Although Yan Hang always said that he was handsome, he knew that he was not like Yan Hang. If he sat anywhere, it would be a hard photo if he was frozen.

"Put your arms on the steering wheel," Yan Hang said, "Then just turn your head and look at me, and put on your underworld sunglasses."

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he put on his sunglasses and cleared his throat.

He didn't know why he cleared his throat, but he cleared it anyway, and put his arms on the steering wheel.

The horn blew very loudly.

"Hey!" He was startled.

Clearing his throat was probably for this roar.

"It's taken." Yan Hang said with a smile.

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't smile, but seriously put his arms on the steering frame again, and turned his head to look at him.

"Hey, it's so cool." Yan Hang pressed the shutter, "Close the car door and take another photo, peeking out of the car window."

"Oh." Chu Yi closed the car door, stretched his elbows out of the car window, and leaned against the car window.

"Pull down the sunglasses." Yan Hang said again.

"It's so troublesome." The first day of the junior high school hooked the sunglasses with his fingers and pulled them down.

"This action is handsome," Yan Hang pressed the shutter a few times, "Brother Dog, let me remind you, after posting this kind of photo on Moments, please refuse all kinds of teasing from little girls."

"Why refuse, refuse?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"It's fine if you don't reply." Yan Hang said.

"I didn't know how, how to return." Chuyi said.

"That's great," Yan Hang said, "Please keep your mental retardation in this regard."

After taking photos, they sat on the edge of the lawn and ate something before continuing to set off.

"I like this feeling, the feeling," Chuyi said, "on the road, running and running, with you next to me."

Yan Hang didn't speak, reached out and squeezed his chin, and started the car.

The sun is very good, the wind smells of dust and mud, and there is an awkward chat with the radio host who has nothing to say. From time to time, there will be intermittent music due to poor signal. green, and the dog on the co-pilot leaning against the window looking at the scenery.

This feeling is really good.

Sometimes life is full of novelty and fun because of uncertainty, and it can also be disturbing because of too much uncertainty.

If there is a person who is sure to turn his head and see it, all uncertainties will be alleviated.

I didn't sleep well last night on the first day of the junior high school. I have been staring at the receding scenery outside. The hypnotic effect should be very good. About an hour after driving out of the rest stop, Yan Hang found that he was hanging on the seat belt and fell asleep.

The pose is a bit ruined, but it's cute.

Yan Hang closed the car window and turned on the air conditioner.

The hot wind blowing all the way made his face numb, and he didn't know where he was so excited against the wind in the first day of junior high school, he almost stuck out his tongue.

After passing two rest stops, I woke up on the first day of the junior high school.

"I fell asleep," he said.

"Did you sleep well?" Yan Hang asked.

"Sweet," Chu Yi took a wet paper towel and wiped it on his face, looked down at the paper, "Fuck."

"Oh, the dog will say I fucked." Yan Hang said.

"One, I always say it." On the first day of the junior high school, he took out another piece of paper and continued to wipe his face, "It's not in human face, that's all."

"Who are you scolding!" Yan Hang said.

"Don't be an outsider, in front of an outsider." The first day of the junior high school added, and took a third piece of paper and rubbed it on her hair.

"It's all dark," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "Are you still carrying ashes with your head?"

The first day smiled.

Before getting off the highway, they stopped again at a rest stop to fill up the car.

After exiting the high-speed toll booth, Yan Hang stopped on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the navigation.

Looking around on the first day of the new year, the scene of Tianyuan has been much less. There are many high-rise buildings in the distance. The green belt on the road ahead is very wide, the grass is thick, and the fluffy look is very comfortable.

This is the city where Yan Hang was born.

Very unfamiliar feeling.

When the car continued to drive forward, Yan Hang said less. I don't know if it was because he heard the voice of the navigation, or because he had something on his mind after arriving in this city.

"Stay at the hotel first," Yan Hang said, "Cui Yi appointed the hotel, saying that the transportation is convenient there, and it is easier to go to the cemetery."

"Yeah." Chu nodded and looked out the window, "You remember, do you remember these places, Fang?"

"I don't remember," Yan Hang said, "I was here in elementary school, and I've never been here before. This is basically a strange city to me."

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

"Actually, I don't remember where I lived when I was a child." Yan Hang sighed, "I don't have any memories, I don't have any memories before I went to elementary school."

"Mentally handicapped." Chuyi said.

"Did you clean up?" Yan Hang gave him a sideways look.

"I remember everything when I was three or three years old, yes." Said the first day of the junior high school.

"I probably..." Yan Hang frowned, "I didn't remember it on purpose. People's brains are very smart, and things that are too painful are automatically forgotten."

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked at Yan Hang and said nothing.

The hotel designated by Cui Yi is still okay, and a new building has been added this year, and their room is in the new building, everything is very new, at least it looks clean.

"We want one, one bed is enough," Chu Yi fell on the bed after entering the room, "Two beds are too wasteful, what a waste."

"Then go tell the front desk that the two of us are going to change to a room with a big bed." Yan Hang said.

"I'm just casual, just talk about it." Chuyi said with a smile.

Yan Hang walked around in the bathroom, then opened the curtains and looked outside: "The environment is not bad, there is a parking lot outside the window, it's quiet, and you can still see the car."

"Uncle Cui's car is quite expensive, isn't it?" Chu Yi asked.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "It's quite expensive for us, more than 70 yuan, and we can't afford to lose it."

On the first day of junior high school, I thought about it: "Then if you buy a car worth 20 yuan in the future, isn't it too convenient and cheap?"

"Old Cui's first car was only 20 yuan." Yan Hang turned and threw himself on the bed, pressed on Chuyi, kissed him, and stroked his eyebrows, "The [-] yuan plan is already quite impressive. "

"Well," Chu Yi smiled, reached into Yan Hang's clothes, and touched his back, "I can buy it for 20 yuan, can I buy a big car, SU, V."

"Yes, do you like big cars?" Yan Hang asked.

"Travel is convenient." Chu Yi said.

"Okay, I have a car in the future, try to go out to play once a year." Yan Hang lowered his head and licked his neck lightly, then clicked his tongue, "Damn, it's salty."

On the first day of the junior high school, I didn't speak, just having fun.

"Go take a shower," Yan Hang got out of bed, "The pickles and dogs don't even taste good anymore."

On the first day of the junior high school, he took his clothes and went to take a shower. He should still be in the excitement of traveling, humming a song while washing.

It's a pity that this person has grown up for almost 18 years and can count ducks every day.

Yan Hang sighed and looked at his phone.

After three o'clock, I went out to visit the cemetery in a while, and I could have dinner in time when I came back. Cui Yi also gave him the addresses of several restaurants, saying that they tasted good so I could go eat there.

Although Cui Yi didn't say it, but the names are not high-end restaurants, they should be small night market shops. Yan Hang guessed that these restaurants were the places where his father and he used to eat.

"Are you finished washing?" Yan Hang asked at the door of the bathroom.

"Washing your hair," Chuyi said in it, "you take a bath for half an hour, and I will not rush you."

Through the glass of the bathroom, Yan Hang could vaguely see the body of the first year of junior high school. He took out his mobile phone and checked the time again. There should be time for more leisure activities.

So he went to get his change of clothes, pushed open the bathroom door and squeezed in.

"Why?" Chu Yi looked at him with a head full of foam.

"Guess." Yan Hang took off his shirt.

As soon as she took off her outer pants, she jumped up and hugged him on the first day of the junior high school, and kissed him on the face and neck, covering his face with foam.

After I finished my spare time activities and took a shower by the way, when I came out of the bathroom, the first day of the junior high school suddenly looked up nervously: "Will there be a camera, a camera!"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said while rubbing his head, "Such a good figure, if you take pictures, just take pictures, it's not shameful."

"What is this, what logic?" Chu Yi looked at him in surprise.

"Handsome guy's logic." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Chu Yi still looked at him.

"Clean up quickly," Yan Hang opened the curtains and looked out, "Accompany me to the cemetery in a while, and then come back and let's eat some old Cui's recommended...reminiscence dinner."

"Okay," the first day of the junior high school lifted up his trousers, "do you want to buy something, incense, paper, paper money, etc.?"

"No need," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad shouldn't do this."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Suddenly a little nervous.

He didn't know why he was nervous, but the tension hadn't disappeared since he and Yan Hang put on their coats and walked out of the room.

It's like... nervous about meeting your parents.

Although he didn't know how the idea of ​​meeting his parents came up in the first day of junior high school, and he didn't know if meeting his parents was such a kind of nervousness. Besides, he was never so nervous when he met Uncle Yan for the first time...but anyway, he Just nervous.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang probably sensed his emotions, hugged him and asked in a low voice, "Are you... afraid? Why don't you wait for me in the room, and I'll go over by myself..."

"No, no, no," the first day of the junior high school quickly waved his hands, "No."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'm tight, nervous." Chu Yi said softly.

"Nervous?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"See, see the parents." The voice on the first day of the junior high school was even lower.

"It's just a tombstone." Yan Hang paused, and couldn't hold back his laughter after a few seconds, "You're going to laugh me to death baby."

On the first day of the junior high school, he clicked his tongue.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "You don't have to be nervous when you find the place, I can just talk, and I usually say that when I see parents, Mom and Dad, this is my daughter-in-law, bring it back for you to see..."

"Daughter-in-law?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Wife?" Yan Hang also looked at him.

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

"That's right, it's inappropriate, no matter what, he's an old man," Yan Hang nodded, "Then it can only be said that this is my boyfriend, and he's not married anyway."

Chu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't say it.

I just feel a little confused, and I feel that there is a place where Yan Hang's expression seems not correct, but I don't know what it is.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of the city, driving from the hotel, there is no fork in the road, less than an hour's drive, it is easy to find.

Now is not the time for grave sweeping. The cemetery is very quiet, and there are two or three cars parked in the parking lot.

Yan Hang took the number that Cui Yi sent him, and looked at the map next to him: "It should be on the other side of the hillside."

"The space here, the air is really good." Chuyi said.

"It's all trees and grass, and there are no people yet," Yan Hang said, "Of course the air is better."

Walking along the road to the hillside, the two of them didn't speak any more. When Chuyi lightly grabbed his hand, he noticed that his palm was sweating. His fingers were cold in such a hot day. .

It's still somewhat sad, for the mother who never existed in memory.

The closer he got to the number, the colder his hands felt and the slower his steps.

Each tombstone, each name, records a different life.

Finally he stopped at a tombstone.

This is a couple's tomb, half of which has a black monument with names and photos written on it, and the other half is empty.

This was the first time Yan Hang knew what his mother's name was.

Lu Xiaozhou.

Yan Hang smiled, quite cute.

Judging by the newness and oldness of the tombstone, it should have been replaced by my father a few years ago.

The tombstone was cleaned up very well. When they came over, they saw some workers cleaning it. It should be cleaned every day.

In this way, if Dad had been here, there would be no traces left.

No.

Still there.

Yan Hang squatted down. There was a censer in front of the tombstone. It was quite big, one size bigger than the one next door. There was a censer of rice in it, but there was no burnt incense stick. Yan Hang looked at the tombstone next to it. A small censer, sure the workers will not clean the censer.

Dad really doesn't use these incense and paper money... But why did he put an incense burner?

He hesitated for a moment, and poked his finger at the rice in the incense burner.

Miri buried something.

He hooked his fingers lightly, and a beautiful little ring was brought out on his fingertips.

"Ah." On the first day of the junior high school, I was a little surprised.

"Playing romance," Yan Hang smiled, "Guess what else?"

"Ring." Chu Yi said.

"...the rings are all taken out," Yan Hang flipped through the rice again, then froze, "Fuck? Go and set up a stall, fortune-telling or something."

"Really?" The first day of the junior high school was also stunned.

"Well," Yan Hang took out another ring, "This one is older than the one just now."

"Every year, buy one, right?" The first day of junior high school also squatted down.

"Probably not, I buy it every year, there should be a handful here," Yan Hang sighed softly, and continued to rummage through the rice, "This rice may have to be changed every year."

"New rice is delicious," Chu Yi said, "Old rice is not good, it doesn't taste good anymore."

Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed: "Silly dog."

In fact, there are not too many things in Mili, three rings, a small pendant, a bracelet, two hearts made of cigarette paper, a few withered rose petals, and... a very small photo, cut It is rounded, and the edge should be clipped in that kind of photo pendant before.

Yan Hang picked up the photo and looked at it, his hands shook violently.

Although the photo is small, the person on it is him after all, and he can see the details at a glance.

"Old fox." He gritted his teeth.

"Let's see, look," the first day of the junior high school came over, then he was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Yan Hang, "This is, yes, yes, this is you, you..."

"This is my foreman uniform." Yan Hang said.

"How, how did he get it?" The first day of the junior high school was very shocked.

"I don't know," Yan Hang stared at the photo, "It's not very clear, it should be taken at a distance and then zoomed in."

"Hmm." The first day of the junior high school also stared at the photo.

"The old fox secretly photographed me," Yan Hang said, "This old fox actually secretly photographed me."

"Sue him." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed suddenly: "Are you annoying?"

"Annoying." Chu Yi also smiled.

"This should be in the trash can downstairs, where I smoke every day," Yan Hang looked at the photo, "I don't know when it was taken, the uniform is the same every day."

He didn't speak on the first day of junior high school, his brain was so shaken that he couldn't think anymore.

Uncle Yan, who has been missing for a long time, has a photo of Yan Hang after he became the foreman.

"Candidly photographed me," Yan Hang lowered his voice, "This person is too shameless to secretly photograph me."

On the first day of the junior high school, he felt a tremor in Yan Hang's voice, and he put his arm around Yan Hang's shoulder.

"It seems that I'm already handsome enough to be secretly photographed by my own father..." Yan Hang lowered his head and buried his face in his arms, "I'm going to sue him."

"Yeah." Chu Yi patted Yan Hang on the back lightly.

He heard Yan Hang's soft, low cry.