A Lucky Coin

you have a dog

When Yan Hang sat in a taxi to go to their auto repair shop in the first day of junior high school, this sentence was always in his mind.

Yes, there are dogs.

Before resigning, he didn't care about it at all. He just did part-time jobs to earn some pocket money.

But now, he has worked in this job for two years, from the front office waiter to the foreman, and then to the chef's assistant. He has put in so much effort and energy. If he really wants to resign, he still relies on impulsiveness.

The kind of energy in my bones to do whatever I want.

When he left the hotel, he felt relaxed all over his body, but he was not as indifferent as before.

After all, the current him is no longer the one who followed his dad around the rivers and lakes and didn't care about anything.

It wasn't until he heard the confident phrase "Do you have a dog" on the phone in the first day of junior high school that he suddenly landed on the ground.

The little salary in the first year of junior high school cannot be his confidence, but the attitude of the first year of junior high school is his confidence.

It’s okay if you don’t have a job, it’s okay to have a dog, it’s okay to have no money, it’s okay to have a dog, it’s okay to beg for food, it’s okay to have a dog, although it’s a bit childish and naive, but the warmth in my heart is real, not empty at all .

Yan Hang looked at the scenery outside the car window.

In the past, he would also look at the cities and villages he passed, the places he stayed, and the surrounding environment.

I don't know if it's because he stayed here the longest, or because his life has completely changed here, and he no longer feels like an outsider and a visitor.

He knows where the food is delicious in the city, where the clothes are the trendiest, where the style is the highest, where every laneway around the community leads to, and which stations are near a certain technical secondary school.

There will be restaurants that I've wanted to go to but haven't had time to go to, and go there with someone after quitting my job for a good meal.

This feeling is still very strange.

Shunfeng Auto Repair Factory.

Except for this rustic and serious name, everything else here is quite good, and the decoration is also very good. Whether it is car beauty, repair, or accessories sales, it looks quite high-end.

The first day of the auto mechanic stood at the door waiting for him.

Wearing a printed uniform, holding a pair of gloves full of black motor oil in his hand, and a tool bag hanging from his hip.

The photo I sent him on the first day of junior high school was without a jacket, just a T-shirt and trousers. It was probably warm indoors. Now that he came out, he was wearing a jacket, very work clothes, with chest and back attached. Shunfeng Motor Repair is printed on the sleeves.

Yan Hang couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "Did someone steal work clothes from your place before?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"That's why your boss printed the clothes all over so that people can't wear them," Yan Hang said. "The only thing you need to do is wear a hat, and there are four big characters on it."

"Yes," said Chu Yi, "I don't, I don't wear it."

"...don't wear it," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid I can't help but dislike you."

"One wants food," Chu Yi said, "Where does the courage come from? I hate gold, the gold master."

"The beggars still come by taxi," Yan Hang said, "The patron takes the bus every day."

"So you want, beg for food." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang laughed and slapped him on the arm: "Show me around, my lord."

"Come." Chu Yi waved.

On the first day of junior high school, it was particularly comfortable to stay in this environment full of various engine oil, gasoline, metal smells mixed with tire rubber smells.

Yan Hang followed him through the disassembled or suspended cars, watching his back.

When this kid walks through these things, his walking posture is different from usual. He is very stylish, very confident, and has a strong sense that this is his territory.

"You wait here, wait for me," Chu Yi pointed to a wooden chair next to him, "I'll finish this, this car will leave."

"En." Yan Hang touched the chair, looked at his hands, and sat down.

On the first day of the junior high school, he sighed: "I sit every day, and I rub it cleanly."

"Hurry up and get to work." Yan Hang leaned back, put his left ankle on his right leg, and shook the toe of his shoe at him, "Good dog."

Chuyi smiled, took off his coat, and got into the ditch under the car.

Yan Hang stretched his legs and looked at him.

Yan Hang couldn't understand what parts he was working on on the first day of junior high school. After all, people who don't have a car usually drive Cui Yi's car, and Cui Yi's car has never been maintained.

But the movements in the first day of junior high school are very skilled, and Yan Hang can still understand this.

No matter what you do, as long as you are proficient, it will look good, just like his cooking.

He took out his cell phone in his pocket and sent a Weibo message.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked back as if he had a sense, and sighed when he saw the mobile phone in his hand: "I'm so reduced that I have to rely on live streaming to cheat money, right?"

"Yes, if I had used you to live broadcast from the beginning, I should have made a fortune by now," Yan Hang smiled and entered the live broadcast room, "Today I will show you Brother Gou repairing the car."

-First

-First

-I am first

-Where are so many firsts? . . .

- What's the first one, the puppy repairs the car!Don't look at the car repair to grab the first place! !

-Ah, ah, brother, did I see brother's ass?

"Brother Gou is very good now," Yan Hang pointed the camera at the first day of junior high school, "The movements are skillful and smooth."

- like you cook

- do i see the muscles

-Where are the muscles so tightly covered?

-Brother Xiaotian, please go over and lift your clothes

- tear up your pants please

- Be civilized, you guys, Brother Xiaotian, ignore them, please go over and show off the puppy's abs

Yan Hang smiled, took his mobile phone and walked to the edge of the ditch: "Dog."

On the first day of junior high school, with a bang, he put a part that had just been removed on the ground, and turned his head: "Ah?"

- oh my god

- plop down on your knees

-It's so imposing, did it smash something?

"Miss, I don't know what you are doing," Yan Hang said, "tell me."

"This one is broken," Chu Yi pointed to a large iron piece thrown on the ground, "it needs to be replaced."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "and then?"

"Then, change it." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang was stunned: "...All right."

- Brother Gou's explanation is perfect

-It's perfect, it's as good as it is

- Your emotional intelligence is too low, shouldn't you nod together at this time and suddenly realize

- ah , this is the one

- It's amazing, how do I change it?

- thumbs up to the dramatist up front

"Then you change it." Yan Hang said with a smile.

On the first day of the junior high school, I came out from the bottom of the car and brought a box from the side. After opening it, I took out a new big iron plate, lifted it with one hand, and got back under the car.

- my nosebleed dripped onto the keyboard

- so sinful

-I can't remember what it was like when the puppy was still a puppy

- I can still remember, I have a picture, but I can't connect a piece

- There is a sense of vicissitudes of watching my son grow up suddenly

- my aunt laughs the whole time

In exchange for this thing, on the first day of the junior high school, a colleague was called over to help, Yan Hang walked aside, sat back in his chair, and quit the live broadcast.

Continue to sit there and watch the work of the first grade of junior high school.

Work is sexy.

The first day is really sexy.

He took out his phone again and took a picture of the butt of the first grader.

Set the photo as the lock screen picture.

After finishing his work, Chu Yi hurriedly changed his clothes, and then ran out.

"Don't you need to run around in overalls?" Yan Hang asked.

"Unified washing," the first day of the junior high school smiled, "wait, how about the treatment?"

"Just do the laundry," Yan Hang said, "You're so easy to pass."

"At least no, you don't need to go back and wash it. You disinfect it once and disinfect it once," Chuyi said, "it hurts self-esteem."

"Get lost," Yan Hang laughed, "Your clothes are covered in engine oil, can I not disinfect them?"

"Injury to self-esteem." Chuyi said.

"Say it again and beat you." Yan Hang looked at him.

"Injury to self-esteem." Chuyi said it again quickly and then rushed forward when he raised his hand.

"I smashed you to death with a knife." Yan Hang said.

"Hi, it's been a long time. I brought a knife." The first day of the junior high school stopped, turned around and looked at him with a smile, "The knife is in the drawer of the bedside table."

"You know all of this?" Yan Hang was quite surprised.

"Yeah," Chu nodded, "I'll get you a mouthful, look at the mask, it's here."

Yan Hang clicked his tongue and said nothing.

Sometimes he was surprised by his carefulness in the first day of junior high school.

It is true that he hasn't brought a knife with him for a long time. His father gave him that pocket knife. From the day he got it, he carried it with him almost every day until his father surrendered himself.

But if he didn't say it on the first day of the junior high school, he wouldn't have to remember it.

The music restaurant that Yan Hang ordered to eat is very expensive at first glance. The restaurant is on the fourth floor. As soon as he entered the elevator, he saw waiters in restaurant uniforms standing inside.

"Which floor do you two go to?" the waiter asked.

"Fourth floor." Yan Hang said.

"Welcome to dine," the waiter helped to press the button on the fourth floor, "How many are there?"

"Just the two of you," Yan Hang said.

When the elevator reached the fourth floor, the waiter led them into the restaurant, found them a seat by the window, brought them the menu, and asked, "Do you need a recommendation?"

"Recommend it, it's our first time here." Yan Hang nodded.

The waiter recommended a few dishes, and Yan Hang ordered three dishes while looking at the menu.

"Tea first, please," the waiter served the tea, "the food will be here soon."

"Three is enough, is it enough to eat?" the first waiter in junior high school asked in a low voice after walking away.

"Enough," Yan Hang said, "If you take a look at the menu, you will feel that one dish is enough."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned, and then laughed: "No need to help, save me money."

"Let's order again when it's not enough for a while," Yan Hang said, "Now you are the mainstay of the economy, don't waste it."

"Oh," Chu nodded, and after looking around for a while, he whispered again, "It's so high-end, it's expensive when you look at it."

"Yes, I think it's too expensive." Yan Hang said.

"After all, today, today is different, it is the same as in the past," Chu Yi said, "Treasure your eyes, the food in front of you."

"Get out." Yan Hang said with a smile.

I took a sip of tea on the first day of the lunar new year. The tea was a little sweet and had a burnt aroma. I don’t know what kind of tea it is, but it was delicious.

He stopped after drinking two cups and looked at Yan Hang: "You really resigned, are you?"

"Well," Yan Hang also took two sips of tea, "but I have to go back to handle the handover. The director will talk to me tomorrow. I don't know what to say. I resigned in front of him today."

"The director is, is the general manager, the one who speaks English to you?" asked the first day of junior high school.

"Yes, he's pretty nice, and he doesn't have much airs," Yan Hang sighed, "If it wasn't for Fatty, I would definitely not leave within three years."

"Let's go, don't, don't think about it anymore," said the first day of the junior high school.

"This tone," Yan Hang held his chin and looked at him, "It looks like a parent, doesn't it?"

"Fund master." The first day of the junior high school corrected him.

"Okay, dog gold master," Yan Hang curled his lips, "I haven't made up my mind yet, let's take a rest for a while, and then read a book. I don't want to go for a certificate first."

"What certificate?" Chu Yi asked.

"Interpreter," Yan Hang said, "Didn't Lao Cui ask me to take the test before? I never took the test. Now that I have time, I want to try it. If I still cook Western food in the future, this will also be useful."

"Okay." The first day of junior high school was a little excited, "It sounds like our certificate is higher than mine."

"What proof do you have?" Yan Hang asked.

"Car maintenance, maintenance worker." Said Chu Yi.

"It's quite earthy." Yan Hang laughed.

"And it's still, elementary," said the first grader. "This year's exam, it will take two or two years to pass the exam, intermediate."

"You will only be 20 years old in two years," Yan Hang said with emotion, "You're so young, others are still in college, and you can pass the intermediate vocational qualification certificate."

"Ah," thought for a while on the first day of junior high school, "I'm still so young, and I always feel that I am young, very old."

"He's quite big," Yan Hang said, "and he's in good shape...show you a photo."

"Sneaking up on me again?" The first day of the junior high school leaned over.

"Well," Yan Hang turned on the phone, turned the screen to face him, "Look."

"...What?" The first day of the junior high school saw the lock screen picture.

Yan Hang used his photo to lock the screen. He was still very happy, but the picture was his back, to be precise, his buttocks that were photographed when he bent over.

"This butt," Yan Hang said, "is very sexy."

"You have, no, some gentle words, huh?" Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang.

"Good ass." Yan Hang said, "Miss and sister praised you for being very sexy today."

"No one, no one said it was me, my butt sin, feeling." Chu Yi said.

"I said so." Yan Hang said.

"Ah." Chu Yi looked at him, "I know, I know what you want to say."

"What do I want to say?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the junior high school, he cleared his throat, but he was too embarrassed to say it after clearing.

Yan Hang was stunned for a while before suddenly laughing, leaning back on the chair and giving him a tonic.

"You are okay with Jin, the gold master, but you can't give me some face, face." He laughed a little bit to blush on the first day of junior high school, "Laugh again, you will be embarrassed."

"I really didn't think about that, baby," Yan Hang said with a smile, "Really."

"... Oh." Chu Yi bowed his head and took a big sip of tea.

"But I'm very touched," Yan Hang said, "As a benefactor, you still think about my welfare all the time."

"The food is here!" Seeing the waiter walking over with a tray on the first day of the junior high school, he quickly sat up straight and stared at the tray, "The food is here, stop talking."

The waiter walked past him with the tray and made his way to the table in front of him.

He was stunned.

Yan Hang laughed so hard that he lay down on the table and didn't get up for a long time.

He could only click his tongue.

The meal at the high-end music restaurant was quite enjoyable, but when I checked out, I felt that I had opened my eyes again on the first day of junior high school.

But compared to him who was reluctant to buy scald ointment back then, now he can basically accept it calmly. After all, he has an income, and there are still two incomes.

"Go directly to the milk tea shop now, right?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "I told Bei Ke'er that I would arrive later, the time is short, not much."

"It's not easy to raise a poor man," Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulders, "I'm busy from morning to night...doesn't the auto repair stop when school starts?"

"Go," said the first day of junior high school, "Go if there is no class. We will leave. There will be fewer classes in the next semester, and there will be a lot less. They will be practical classes. Just tell Teacher Wang, and just say it."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Serve the people and serve the people." Said the first day of the junior high school.

It is hard work to say that it is hard work. Car repair is not only technical work, but also physical work, but for the first year of junior high school, it is more fulfilling.

Life after school is more fulfilling than during the holidays. Repairing cars and making milk tea in class made me feel like a capable person in the first day of junior high school.

Super money owner.

And it's not just for enrichment, the beggar who is at home at home is bored after reading the book, and sometimes he can come to visit a class. Although it's just showing his face, it can make him happy for a long time every time.

Although he still has to go to work during the day on weekends, Yan Hang is not busy anymore, so he can have a lot of time to cook a delicious dinner for him.

This kind of day is really beautiful.

When I think of the first day of junior high school, I feel that I can't hold the corners of my mouth.

After the weather got warmer, the school's formal internship began, and several people in the dormitory were assigned local internships.

But Zhou Chunyang and Wu Xu Gao Xiaoyang did not go to the place arranged by the school.

Eldest young master Zhou Chunyang, he didn't go to all the places the family found, saying he wanted to recuperate first.

"I've been tired for almost two years," he lay on the bed in the dormitory, "I want to rest."

"Didn't you get up tired after resting for almost two years?" Gao Xiaoyang looked at him.

"What do you know, heart tired, heart," Zhou Chunyang pointed to his chest, "Why did I come here in the first place, I thought I could play with cars here."

"It's playing with cars." Chu Yi said.

"The cars I play with are all broken cars," Zhou Chunyang said. "It's all parts. After staying for a long time, I almost don't know what the whole car looks like. Now when I look at the car, I automatically disassemble it. I'm very tired. I want to rest."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and did not speak.

Zhou Chunyang's family is rich, and he can do nothing regardless of whether he is tired or not. He is quite envious if he says he is envious, but if it really makes him like this, he will probably feel a little uncomfortable.

Probably because of the way his house looks like, he can't even imagine lying at home playing without doing anything. He always feels that his first reaction is that his grandma will whip him with a pot.

Thinking of his grandma, he felt a little sad. He didn't know how long it had been. He had never seen his grandma and grandpa, nor had he seen his mother again, and he had never even heard the voice.

If it wasn't for his dad who occasionally said a few words to him when he and grandpa were on the phone, he would have had the illusion that he was an orphan.

"Brother Dog!" Yan Hang called him in the living room, "Your dad's phone number!"

"Oh!" Chu Yi came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, and picked up his phone reluctantly.

Dad had mentioned to him twice that he wanted to come over, but he didn't answer.

He doesn't intend to take the initiative to let his father come over, but if his father must come, he will not refuse, and it's okay to help with renting a house or something.

It's just that Dad said that there is a mutual support, he is not sure yet.

Dad is still young, and he hopes that Dad can find a job and start over, instead of taking care of him entirely by himself.

"First day of junior high school," Dad's voice came out, "Have you got off work yet?"

"It's off." Said on the first day of junior high school, Dad finally remembered his current commute time and part-time job is to make milk tea.

"Are you home?" Dad asked.

"Well," Chu Yi replied, "ready to eat."

"Aren't you living in school now?" Dad asked again.

Yan Hang's phone rang, and on the first day of the lunar new year, he leaned over to take a look. It was Cui Yi who called. Yan Hang answered the phone, slapped him on the buttocks, and went into the bedroom.

"At school," said the first day of junior high school, "I still have an internship, and I won't get my diploma until next month."

"Oh, so," Dad seemed to be still thinking, "If I... want to go there, don't I have to rent a room first?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he paused: "Do you want to come over?"

"Yeah," Dad smiled, "I used to have a colleague in the team, you remember that Uncle Luo, I just found out recently that he is over there now, so I wanted to go over and see if I could find him." A proper job to do."

In the first day of junior high school, I remembered Uncle Luo, who was about the same age as my father. My mother always said that Uncle Luo was as useless as my father, but this was not the point. Dad would actually contact his former colleagues, which surprised him.

According to Dad's character, this should be really forced to no other way, and he really wants to find a job.

"I'll help you rent the house," Chu Yi said, "Come here again."

"Hey, okay, okay," Dad's voice suddenly relaxed, "I'll call you the rent first, you just went to work."

"No," Chuyi said, "I have the rent, you don't, don't worry about it."

After chatting with Dad for a few more words, he hung up the phone.

He could tell that Dad was very happy. As long as Dad didn't stay at Grandpa's place all the time and was willing to find something to do, he was also very happy. He planned to help Dad inquire about renting a house in the next two days.

He walked to the door of the bedroom, just as Yan Hang hung up the phone.

"Uncle Cui?" he asked.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, threw the phone on the bed, and walked up to him, "Goofy."

"Ah." Chuyi replied and looked at Yan Hang, feeling a little nervous on his face, "What's wrong?"

"The court will be held next Monday." Yan Hang said.

"Ah!" On the first day of the junior high school, he was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly became nervous, "Open, open, the court is open!"

"Well," Yan Hang looked at him and suddenly laughed, "Oh, you are really nervous, I am nervous, you are more nervous than me."

"I'm not tight, I'm nervous," Chu Yi hurriedly reached out to hug Yan Hang tightly, and patted his head, "Come on, Brother Gou touch, touch his head, Xiao Hanghang is not afraid."