A Lucky Coin

Yan Zhiyuan surrendered himself.

Cui Yi is really a considerate person, in order not to give him too direct impact, he used his father's name.

Let him have at least two seconds of buffer.

Two seconds later, Yan Hang gently leaned against the corridor wall.

Dad surrendered himself?

Dad actually surrendered himself.

Dad finally surrendered.

"He wants to see a lawyer," Cui Yi said, "I'll go there now."

"Do you represent his case?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, what?" Cui Yi said.

"Aren't you unprofessional? All you take are civil and commercial cases." Yan Hang said.

"Yan Zhiyuan can hire two lawyers to represent him," Cui Yi clicked his tongue, "I don't charge any fees, so don't ask for nothing."

Yan Hang smiled.

"You can wait for my news at home at night." Cui Yi said.

"En." Yan Hang responded.

"It's a good thing," Cui Yi said, "You understand, right? No matter who it is, it's a good thing for him. Your dad is still very smart."

"Ah," Yan Hang responded, "I know."

"Calm your mood," Cui Yi heard the voice and got into the car, "I'm going over now."

"Please, Uncle Cui." Yan Hang said.

"You have the sweetest mouth when you're asking for help," Cui Yi clicked his tongue, "Don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Hang went downstairs, stood next to the trash can, and lit a cigarette.

Adjust mood.

In fact, his mood is quite stable, except for the shock at the beginning.

Now he is calm.

Surprisingly calm.

It was like the other shoe had finally been thrown to the ground.

With a bang, all the feelings fell to the ground.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Chuyi.

- My dad turned himself in, old Cui is now in the past

In less than a second, the call from the first day of junior high school came.

"Surrendered yourself? Yan, Yan, Uncle Yan surrendered?" The voice of the first day of junior high school was trembling, giving Yan Hang the feeling that the first day of junior high school was his father's son.

"Well," Yan Hang said, "Old Cui just called me, and I still don't know what's going on. I didn't know until he came back at night."

"How, how are you?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's fine," Yan Hang said, "Don't worry."

"Oh," Chu Yi paused and lowered his voice, "Lick."

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Comfort." Chu Yi said.

"Fuck." Yan Hang laughed, almost laughing out of the cigarette he was holding, "Good dog."

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't want to hang up the phone, but Yan Hang was going to the back kitchen, and it was time to prepare dinner, so he had no choice but to hang up the phone.

He was worried about Yan Hang's mood. Although he was so shocked when he first heard the news that Uncle Yan surrendered, he was so shocked that everything was frayed, but overall, he was relieved, at least Uncle Yan was fine.

But what kind of feeling this matter will have for Yan Hang, he is not sure at all, Yan Hang has a mental illness... no, mental illness?Psychological problems!Yes, he already has psychological problems, in case this matter is an irritation to him...

Chuyi frowned, walked back to Li Xiao's car, picked up the spray gun and continued to flush the mud.

As soon as the water sprayed out, Li Xiao yelled, "Hey!"

On the first day of the lunar new year, he quickly let go, and when he looked up, he found that the water in the spray gun went over the front of the car and directly soaked Li Xiao.

"I'm sorry," the first day of the junior high school was startled, grabbed a few tissues and ran over to wipe him off, "I'll get it for you, a towel."

"It's okay, it's okay," Li Xiao shook his clothes, "It's summer, when the temperature cools down."

On the first day of the junior high school, he went to get a new car towel for him, then collected himself and continued to rush the car.

There were not enough people to wash the car today, no one was willing to suffer when Li Xiao came over, just as he came from the maintenance area, he was immediately brought to wash Li Xiao's car, and he was still alone.

"I heard from your store manager," Li Xiao wiped his clothes with a towel, "you won't come after school starts in a few days?"

"Well," Chu nodded, "I'm a summer job."

"Aren't you coming on weekends or holidays?" Li Xiao asked.

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

"How long until you graduate?" Li Xiao continued to ask.

"Next year." The first day of the junior high school replied.

"Should I still do auto repair after graduation?" Li Xiao said, "My car has never broken down, so I don't have a chance for you to try it."

"I'll help you in a while, and you'll break the engine." Chu Yi said, "You're looking forward to it."

Li Xiao laughed: "You are really interesting, I just like you."

I glanced at him for the first time, but didn't speak.

"Really." Li Xiao said.

"Ah." The first day of the junior high school replied, his mind was in a mess at the moment, and he didn't bother to think about what Li Xiao meant by this, since the part-time job was about to end anyway.

"Leave a phone number." Li Xiao walked beside him.

There was no sound on the first day.

"Make friends." Li Xiao looked at him.

He hesitated for a while on the first day of the new year, and told Li Xiao his number. The two men wanted to leave a phone number to make friends. It seemed a bit inappropriate to refuse, and Li Xiao didn't act too much.

"I'll ask you out for tea when I have time," Li Xiao said, "If you like dogs, you can also come to my place to play. I also have a farm there, where you can walk the dogs for a walk..."

I choked on the first day.

After washing Li Xiao's car, it was almost time for him to get off work. At this moment, there was no one in the store, so I asked the store manager for half an hour to leave early on the first day of the new year.

"No need to ask for leave," the store manager said, "you can go, you will be fine for half an hour."

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

In fact, it doesn't make much sense to get off work early and wait outside Yan Hang's hotel, and he usually gets off work much earlier than Yan Hang.

But he just wasn't sure about it, he didn't know if there would be any accidents, he had to go to the door and squat at the door to feel at ease when he saw Yan Hang for the first time.

When he arrived at the hotel, he squatted under the tree on the opposite street.

It's not suitable to sit in the store, Yan Hang is not the foreman, it is impossible for him to occupy a table for a cold drink, and besides, he is still wearing work clothes, which smell like engine oil.

He lowered his head and smelled himself, and there was still the smell of sweat.

Gee.

So just squat here and wait honestly, more like a cute dog.

The phone rang, and he took it out to take a look, and found that it was Li Xiao who wanted to add him as a friend.

He sighed, hesitated for a few seconds, let Li Xiao pass, and put him in the "unfamiliar" group, where students basically didn't know each other, and some students who didn't know why were added inexplicably. people.

After passing, Li Xiao came over with a smiling face.

-busy.

On the first day of the junior high school, he replied a word, and continued to look at the door of the opposite hotel in a daze.

When I went out in the morning, I was still worried about what would happen. I also thought about whether there would be another sneak attack on the first day of junior high school. At that time, I thought about coming over to guard immediately after work.

Unexpectedly, before the end of the day, things will be completely different.

Uncle Yan turned himself in.

What about the guy who wasn't caught before?

Will it still appear?

Why did Uncle Yan surrender himself suddenly?

What happened?

Or has something changed?

Rubbing the center of my brows on the first day of junior high school, I felt that after thinking about it for a short while, my little wrinkles would deepen again.

After the boss left for half an hour, Yan Hang finished writing today's work diary, tidied up the boss's place, and changed his clothes.

As he walked out, he took out his phone and dialed the number for the first day of junior high school.

"Hello?" The first day of the junior high school answered quickly.

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang said, "I'll bring food home."

"Straight, take it back," Chuyi said, "I'm worried about that, personally."

"Don't worry," Yan Hang nodded to the security guard and walked out of the hotel gate, "It's going to be fine."

"Why?" Chu Yi asked.

"My dad only said to take Lao Cui's car to go to work," Yan Hang said, "he didn't say to take Lao Cui's car to get off work."

"Huh?" The first day of the junior high school didn't seem to understand.

"He should have settled his business," Yan Hang stood by the road, hesitating whether to go to the nearby supermarket to buy vegetables, or go back to the supermarket at the entrance of the community to buy, when his eyes swept across the street, he was stunned , "Dear Gouzi, did I see your colleague?"

"You see my dear dog, dog." The man in overalls on the opposite side waved at him.

It's the first day of junior high school.

Seeing a dog that makes people very happy.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school who ran over.

"Come here after get off work, come," Chuyi ran to him and smiled, "I'm worried."

"There's nothing to worry about." Yan Hang clicked his tongue twice, and rubbed his head twice vigorously, wanting to cuddle again, but there were colleagues behind him, so he could only endure it.

"I'm afraid there will be a sneak attack." The first day of the junior high school looked around, "I didn't see any suspicious people."

"There will be no suspicious people anymore." Yan Hang smiled and sighed softly.

Although Dad's text message is only a simple sentence, the message is still very clear.

If there was still danger, he would not have been allowed to go to work, nor had Cui Yi been asked to pick him up from get off work.

Dad may have really given things up.

So surrendered.

"Let's eat baked rice," Chuyi said next to him, "It's been a long time, I've eaten."

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

"Black pepper beef, willow and curry." Said Chu Yi.

"No problem." Yan Hang put his arm on his shoulder.

"Is there any news about Uncle Cui?" Chu Yi turned his head to look at him.

"No," Yan Hang said, "Don't worry about it for a while, just wait."

"Did you surrender yourself here?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, "but it's the same as your father at that time, you can't see your family members, you can only see the lawyer, and let the lawyer speak."

"Yeah." Chuyi put his arms around his waist and patted him twice.

"How many days before school starts?" Yan Hang asked.

"Three days," said the first day of junior high school, "it's time to turn to the new year. I'm an intern. It's not much different from work. It's not too much. It's official. If you have money, you can take it."

"Don't be so picky when you get paid," Yan Hang said, "buy some underwear for yourself, let alone 100 yuan a pair, at least 50 yuan three."

"I'll wear yours." The first day of the junior high school answered very simply.

"Why are you so shameless?" Yan Hang said, "Are you stingy on my head?"

"When I miss you, I just pull it off, pull off my pants and take a look." Chu Yi said.

"Don't force me to whip you on the street." Yan Hang looked at him.

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

The ingredients for the baked rice are very simple, there is no need to go to a big supermarket, Yan Hang just bought things in the supermarket at the gate of the community.

Although he knew that Cui Yi would notify him as soon as he had any news, when he returned downstairs, he still couldn't help but glance at the upstairs next door.

The lights in Cui Yi's house were still dark.

After returning home, Yan Hang took out his phone and put it on the coffee table, went into the kitchen and started cooking.

The first day of junior high school is very considerate. I gave a lot of takeaway rice yesterday, and there is still a lot left. It is just right to make baked rice, especially when I am not in the mood to cook seriously, baked rice does not need to use my brain.

Usually when he cooks, the dog plays with his tail in the living room. How long has he been in the kitchen today? How long has he been pestering beside him on the first day of the junior high school.

After putting the baking tray into the oven, Yan Hang sighed, turned around and held the face of the first year of junior high school: "Are you afraid or are you worried about me?"

"I'm afraid." The first day of the junior high school replied honestly, "I don't, I'm not sure."

Yan Hang hugged him and kissed him for a long time: "Go take a bath, you stinky dog, I can hardly chew my mouth."

"Oh." Chu Yi smiled.

After eating, Yan Hang and the first day of the junior high school nestled on the sofa and watched TV together.

Generally speaking, Yan Hang most wanted to do something with him when he had just finished taking a shower on the first day of junior high school, but today he was quite calm.

The fingers circled around the locks of hair on the first day of the junior high school for more than 800 times, and they couldn't stop.

When the mobile phone on the coffee table finally rang, the first day of junior high school who had been lying on Yan Hang's lap all night, twitching and restless, bounced at the speed of light. It took less than 0.5 minutes to pick up the mobile phone and hand it to Yan Hang's hand. Second.

Yan Hang glanced at the screen and picked up the phone when he saw Cui Yi's name: "How is it?"

"I'm going to your place now." Cui Yi said.

"Where are you?" Yan Hang asked.

"Downstairs." Cui Yi replied.

"Okay." Yan Hang hung up the phone, suddenly panicked, looked at the first day of the junior high school, "Old Cui is downstairs, come up immediately."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he was stunned, then jumped up and rushed to the door, and opened the door.

Then he stayed at the door until Cui Yi came out of the elevator.

"Don't record." Cui Yi entered the room.

"You can write, write one and burn one." Yan Hang said.

Cui Yi smiled, walked to the water dispenser and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking, he poured it on the sofa and stretched his legs to let out a sigh of relief.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he retreated into the bedroom and closed the door.

"How is it?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's not bad," Cui Yi said, "I asked Xiaobai to contact her friend. You don't have to worry about whether the lawyer is professional or not."

"Yeah." Yan Hang looked at him.

"It is certain that he surrendered himself, and he has performed major meritorious service," Cui Yi said in a low voice, "I think there is something to be said for it."

"En." Yan Hang responded.

Major meritorious service.

If I didn't guess wrong, Dad really, because he didn't know whether it was belief or paranoia, he finally settled the matter by himself.

Cui Yi didn't speak anymore, leaned on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, and laughed after a while: "Did you ever think that the old fox was cool?"

"When he teased me." Yan Hang said.

"He has explained to your mother," Cui Yi kept his voice low, "When the police went, they were tied up on the ground, and he was smoking on the edge of the squat."

Yan Hang was stunned for a while before lowering his head and smiling.

"That scene," Cui Yi said, "is definitely like a counterfeit drug dealer squatting on the side of the road to deceive people."

Yan Hang laughed out loud.

"You don't need to worry about anything else, I'll take care of it," Cui Yi said, "Your dad hasn't changed, he's always the same, the injury doesn't affect him, his abs are disfigured."

Yan Hang still smiled and didn't speak.

"He asked me to bring him a photo of you," Cui Yi said, "It's not a candid photo with a big smile on your face... When did he take a photo of you?"

"I don't know." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

Cui Yi took out his mobile phone and pointed at him: "Come on, have a smile."

Yan Hang turned his face away, grinned and bared his teeth.

"Also," Cui Yi looked at the photo and put away his phone, "He told you he's sorry."

Yan Hang's hand shook slightly, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"At first he said that he loves you very much," Cui Yi said, "Then I felt it was too nasty and asked me to delete my memory."

Yan Hang lowered his head and laughed.

Tears welled up just as he was laughing, and fell in large drops on the floor in front of him.

"I'll contact you and I'll be going in two days," Cui Yi said, "Do you have anything to tell him?"

Yan Hang took a breath slowly, trying to control the uncontrollable tears: "Let's talk about it after he comes out."

"Okay." Cui Yi patted him on the shoulder and stood up, "I'm going back."

"Uncle Cui." Yan Hang turned his head.

"Huh?" Cui Yi looked at him.

"It's up to you." Yan Hang said.

"Don't worry," Cui Yi smiled, "I will do my best for his affairs no matter what."

After Cui Yi left, Yan Hang went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face.

It took Yan Zhiyuan nearly 20 years to catch his wife-killing enemy by himself.

Yan Hang didn't know what he was relying on.

Obsession, love, or obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But thinking of his father squatting next to the tied murderers and smoking, Yan Hang suddenly wanted to cry. He didn't know why he wanted to cry.

He didn't know what kind of mood his father was in when he was smoking a cigarette and waiting for the police to come, and what he was thinking.

Is it over?

Maybe I didn't think about anything, what took so long to complete, and the goal that I paid such a high price to achieve, at the moment it ended, maybe everything was empty.

Yan Hang flushed for a long time, feeling that it was too monotonous to keep splashing water on his face, so he also splashed on his head by the way.

After washing his hair, he felt much more relaxed and sober.

"Chu..." He turned around while wiping his hair, and suddenly saw someone poking at the door of the bathroom, and couldn't help shouting, "Ah!"

This roar carried the last bit of emotion that he needed to vent, and he roared very vigorously. When he was shocked in the small bathroom, he felt that his inner strength was profound.

The worried expression on Chuyi's face was turned into shock by him.

"Why are you standing here!" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Stand here, stand here and growl, it's like this," Chuyi said, "behind you, stand behind you, no, don't smash the mirror, the mirror shattered..."

"...Can't you just sit outside obediently and wait for me to go out?" Yan Hang was a little helpless.

"Can you?" Chuyi asked.

Yan Hang looked at him, threw the towel aside after a while, and hugged him: "Hey..."

"Is it better?" Chu Yi rubbed his back lightly.

"Well," Yan Hang closed his eyes, "It's all right."

"It's the first time I've watched it, and I saw someone crying, and they had to wash their hair," Chuyi said, "You are so different."

"Get lost." Yan Hang said.

"I'll blow your hair for you." Chu Yi said.

"Why, turn on the air conditioner and it'll be done for a while." Yan Hang said.

"I don't know, I just want to help, to help you brag." Chu Yi said.

"...Blowing the word," Yan Hang said, "you can't just use it alone, you know?"

"Ah?" I didn't understand in the first day of junior high school.

"Blow it," Yan Hang patted him, "Come on, blow it for me."

Yan Hang was sitting on a chair with his legs stretched out, and he was playing with his phone with his head down.

Standing behind him in the first day of the junior high school, he held a hair dryer and blown it on his head seriously.

It's very interesting, when the wind blows through the hair, the hair looks like a row of small flowers.

Yan Hang was reading Weibo comments, laughing from time to time.

Based on my understanding of him at the beginning, he is in a good mood at the moment, and his mood should be stable, but he is thinking about many problems in a mess, and he needs to read comments that he usually doesn't bother to read to distract himself.

"What, what's so funny?" Chu Yi asked.

"You can read it by yourself in a while," Yan Hang said, "A young lady drew a small cartoon, do you want to read it?"

"For a while, see for yourself." Chuyi said.

"Hey," Yan Hang raised his head to rest on his stomach, "Aren't you happy to let yourself see?"

"Look for yourself, look it up yourself," Chuyi said, "You don't, it's not an encyclopedia, a complete book."

"Do you want to see it?" Yan Hang asked.

"Look." Chu nodded and turned off the hair dryer.

Yan Hang handed the phone to him.

The little sister drew a scene where they are cooking and eating together. The Q version is a very simple small picture, but the drawing is very cute. Yan Hang’s cooking movements are so fast that he looks like a thousand-handed Avalokitesvara. Stacking bowls, mouth is full of food.

"It's so cute." Seeing that the number on the picture is 1/3 on the first day of junior high school, "Is there any more?"

"Don't do the rest..." Before Yan Hang finished speaking, he had already tapped on the screen on the first day of the junior high school.

The moment Yan Hang took the phone back, he saw the content on the next picture on the first day of the junior high school.

Not the Q version anymore.

But because it is not a Q version, it is easy to see what is drawn, especially the eyes that are always sharp in the first grade of junior high school.

2/3 of the painting is two people stacked together.

No clothes.

Although he had never read Xiao Huang Shu Xiao Huang Man Xiao Huang Wen Xiao Huang X Xiao Huang Everything in the first day of junior high school, he was not a fool after all.

It's just that the content painted on this picture is something he has never imagined.

He never thought of this pose with Yan Hang.

This pose is not stroking the dog.

"Blow your hair." Yan Hang stopped talking about the painting, and calmly lowered his head to continue playing with his phone.

On the first day of the junior high school, he held the hair dryer in a daze for a long time, then grabbed Yan Hang's hair and pulled it back, looking down at his upturned face: "I'll take a look again."