A Lucky Coin

Uncle Yan's matter is finally going to court. Although Cui Yi means that there is basically no problem, and Teacher Liu has already prepared very comprehensively, but it is a murder case. Let alone Yan Hang, the first day of junior high school is also so nervous that I want to tremble. Besides, he was a person who was easily nervous.

However, in order to stabilize Yan Hang's mood, he has been very calm and calm, and he didn't even delay to inquire about the renting of the house to his father. He also asked Yan Hang to help inquire. Get his attention.

Yan Hang said that if the trial goes well this time, Uncle Yan will come out after a while, and I hope he can calmly wait until the time to pick up Uncle Yan on the first day of the junior high school.

"What grade of room are you going to rent him?" Yan Hang nestled on the sofa and flicked slowly with his mobile phone.

"One bedroom is fine," said Chu Yi, "He can't live in a too big one by himself, and the location is not too big, so don't be too particular about it."

"You don't have a dormitory after graduation," Yan Hang looked at the phone, "Will he let you live with him?"

"I'm not going," the first day of junior high school didn't even think about it, "I'm coming, come here."

Yan Hang smiled and looked up at him: "My place is just a one-bedroom."

"I don't, I don't occupy land," said Chuyi, "I'm still the beneficiary, and I'll pay you the rent."

"That's fine." Yan Hang nodded.

"Then," suddenly remembered on the first day of the junior high school, "Uncle Yan..."

"If it was before, he would definitely live with me," Yan Hang said, "Now that he knows our relationship, he will definitely find a place to live by himself."

"Oh." On the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt guilty. For so many years, Uncle Yan and Yan Hang had never been separated before the accident. They always came and went together, and rented a house together.

Now that I am suddenly released from the detention center, I can no longer live with my son, how sad it is.

"My dad," Yan Hang stepped on his back, "I don't know if he can settle down, he has never been stable in his life, and now he just stays here all of a sudden, not going out for a walk Maybe I'm not used to it yet."

"Will he still be running around?" Chu Yi turned his head, "The murderer is... caught, caught."

"His lifestyle has been like that for so many years. I was not used to it when I first came here, let alone him," Yan Hang sighed, "he has nothing to worry about now."

"Oh." Chuyi also sighed.

Uncle Yan is really a prodigal son.

The house I found for my dad was not particularly easy to find. Yan Hang asked his former colleagues too much, and there were only three bedrooms and four bedrooms at every turn, and a sea view room. He couldn't afford the rent for this kind of house.

After tossing around for several days, Master Jiang from the auto repair shop asked about a one-bedroom apartment, but the location was slightly off.

"Come with me, let's go together." The first day of the junior high school looked at Yan Hang.

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

The day of leaving the court is getting closer, and Yan Hang is becoming less and less fond of moving, nestling on the sofa or on the bay window holding a book, but sometimes his eyes will stay for a long time, and he can tell he is in a daze.

In the first day of junior high school, besides pulling him to look at the house together, I couldn't find any suitable way to divert Yan Hang's attention for a while.

Of course, he still has a big move, but the mood of both of them is not very good now, and the effect of the big move may not be satisfactory...

"The interior of this house is pretty good," the landlord opened the door, "I just renovated it last year, and everything is new and usable."

Chu Yi and Yan Hang followed the landlord into the house. The inside was indeed quite new, and the walls were still white.

"There is nothing to do with the outside floor, it is an old building after all," said the landlord, "but the surrounding living facilities are complete, making life very convenient, including supermarkets and vegetable markets."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, and went into the kitchen to have a look. Although the kitchen is not that big, compared to the original kitchen at home, it is considered very good.

There is only such a small area in the room, and there is nothing to see after walking around for less than 10 minutes.

Chu took a look at Yan Hang.

"I think it's okay," Yan Hang said, "It's not far from the bus stop just now."

"Yes, the station is close, and there are two trains to the city," said the landlord, "it's quite convenient."

He had no experience in renting a house in the first day of junior high school, and Yan Hang said it was fine, so he also thought it was good, so he signed an agreement with the landlord on the spot, paid the money and got the key.

Before leaving, the landlord explained which supermarket had more daily necessities.

"It's quite suitable for your father to live here alone," Yan Hang turned around again, "Even if you bring someone back, it's enough to live here."

"Bring someone?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"He's only in his early forties," Yan Hang said, "It's normal to find a girlfriend."

"...not divorced yet, divorced." Chuyi said.

"Your mother is missing," Yan Hang patted the back of his head, "But let your father do whatever he wants, and you can't control this matter."

"En." Chu nodded.

Mom said she was going to get a divorce, but since her dad was arrested and she disappeared, she never showed up again, and her dad was left alone like this. It would not be surprising if he really found another girlfriend.

The first day of the junior high school sighed. I don’t know if there is another family like theirs in this world.

Coming out of the rented room, Yan Hang stretched, took out his phone and checked the time: "Turn around and go back."

"Okay," nodded immediately on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang was relieved to take the initiative to transfer, "Where are you going?"

"Go and see the real estate." Yan Hang smiled.

"What?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"It's quite far away. It's expensive to take a taxi. Let's take the bus," Yan Hang said. "I saw on my phone yesterday that Sister Wang said that there is a new real estate in the suburbs, which is very cheap."

"Looking at the house?" On the first day of the junior high school, he finally understood, pointing his fingers back and forth between himself and Yan Hang, "We two? Looking at the house?"

Yan Hang laughed: "What's the matter, I didn't let you buy a house after viewing the house, can you be a little bit like a gold master?"

"Look, what are you looking at?" Chu Yi waved his hand, "I'll buy it for you."

"That's right," Yan Hang nodded, "That's it."

When I was sitting on the bus going to the supposedly cheap real estate, I couldn't help asking, "Why are you suddenly wanting to see the house?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said, "Just when the landlord brought it to introduce me, I felt... I can't say what it feels like, but it's quite interesting."

"Ah." Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, he didn't understand what it meant.

"I will subconsciously look at the house, what to put here, what to put there, there should be a picture here, and potted flowers there, but when I think about it, this is not my house, so I feel that I am at a loss."

"So just pretend, pretend to buy a house, and have a good time," Chu nodded, "Understood."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

Probably because this real estate is in the suburbs, not too many people came to see it, but it basically took up all the little girls who sold the property.

It is estimated that the two of them do not seem to be able to buy a house right away, so no one greets them, which makes the first day of junior high school feel a little awkward.

Yan Hang was quite at ease. He took him to look at the sand table first, then picked a building that he thought was good, and went straight there.

The real estate was still under construction, and nothing was installed on the door, so the two of them went straight into the one they had hoped for before.

"There is a small yard on the first floor," Yan Hang said, "you can grow something."

"Dish?" Chu Yi asked.

"...Can you still do it?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "Your grandfather only grows flowers, but you, a young man, want to grow vegetables."

Chuyi smiled: "That kind of flower."

After entering the house, Yan Hang turned around: "The house type is a bit similar to that of Old Cui."

"Uncle Cui's house, did you buy the house?" Chu Yi asked.

"Well, it's easy for him to buy a house," Yan Hang said, "unlike my dad, who has spent his life forever."

"Each has its own way of doing things," said the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang turned his head and smiled: "Yes."

I can watch the house for two hours, which I didn't expect before the first day of junior high school.

Yan Hang took him upstairs and downstairs to wander around. At first, he only thought that Yan Hang wanted to watch, so he accompanied him to watch. After wandering around for a while, he suddenly understood why Yan Hang wanted to watch.

It's amazing.

Although I can’t afford it, every time I see a house, I can’t help but think, if this is my house, what kind of structure would I want, whether I want a high-rise or a first floor, whether I want a yard or a terrace, what kind of house should I want? Arrangement, how to design various spaces.

This kind of imagination will make people full of expectation and yearning.

For a few moments, the first day of junior high school felt that this was his and Yan Hang's house, and the next second they agreed to move in.

He couldn't help laughing for a while.

But thinking about when this wish will come true, I feel a little bit disappointed, and sighed.

"Are you going crazy?" Yan Hang said.

"Ah," rubbed his nose on the first day of the junior high school, "I want to buy, buy a house."

"Let's buy a car first," Yan Hang said, "Choose the one that can be achieved after some hard work."

"It's time to see the car, the auto show!" Chu Yi clapped his hands, "The auto show!"

The scale of the auto show can only be large after the National Day, and there is still some distance from the National Day at this moment.

And between now and National Day, there are still many things in between.

For example, Yan Hang wants to do research, for example, he wants to graduate, he also needs to do research, and his father has to come...

Most importantly, the court is about to start.

Cui Yi chatted with Yan Hang two or three times to make sure that he really didn't want to attend.

Yan Hang's decision is not to listen.

"Don't you really listen?" Chu Yi asked.

"I dare not listen." Yan Hang said.

"You still don't dare, what's the matter?" Chu Yi took his hand and squeezed it gently.

"Well, I'm not humble, I'm really timid about this," Yan Hang leaned his head on the sofa, "I really dare not."

"Then how about I, I'll go and listen," Chu Yi thought for a while, "then tell, tell you?"

"No, you have to stay with me," Yan Hang said, "Squat at the gate of the court."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned: "The door?"

"Well," Yan Hang turned his head to look at him, "I dare not listen, but..."

"I want to take a peek." Chu Yi said.

"Old Cui said that he might walk through the main entrance, maybe he could take a look at it," Yan Hang said, "I just want to...see what my dad is like now."

"Handsome," Chuyi said, "Handsome."

Yan Hang looked at him for a while and laughed: "You are really dedicated to your job, you bastard."

On the first day of the lunar new year, I leaned over and kissed him on the face a few times: "Then I'll squat with you, at the door."

Cui Yi went there a day earlier than the two of them. When Chuyi and Yan Hang arrived one afternoon before the court session, Cui Yi had already booked a room for them at the hotel where he was staying. The hotel was very close to the court, and it took about 10 minutes to walk there. .

"I haven't, I haven't been here before." The first day of the junior high school lay on the window sill of the room and looked out.

"You grew up in this area," Yan Hang leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, "Have you always been active on the two streets of your house?"

"There are more than two or two streets," said the first day of the junior high school. "Go to school, go to the vegetable market, return the vegetable market, there are shopping malls, there are seven or eight streets."

"Then I underestimated you?" Yan Hang said with a smile.

"En." Chu nodded.

"Didn't you tell your grandfather and your father about coming back?" Yan Hang asked.

"I didn't say anything," Chuyi said, "My grandfather and the others returned it. Fortunately, my dad knows it. I'm afraid he'll be embarrassed if I tell him."

Yan Hang smoked a cigarette and looked into the distance.

"Do you want to have a meal with Cui Shuliu, Mr. Liu?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"No need," Yan Hang patted him, "They don't have time to talk to us tonight, so we'll eat whatever you want later."

He has nothing to eat. Maybe he grew up here. In the first day of junior high school, he felt that no matter what kind of food he had, it was quite normal. Especially in this situation, he probably wouldn't have much appetite if he put a whole roasted lamb in front of him.

Not to mention Yan Hang, he even forgot to light his second cigarette when he smoked it, and he didn't notice it after sipping it for a long time.

"Forget it." Yan Hang took two puffs to pinch the cigarette, "Go eat."

When the hotel street was quite lively, the two of them walked along the street for a while, found a restaurant, and had a tasteless meal.

Didn't even feel full.

On the first day of the junior high school, I pressed my stomach.

"Not full?" Yan Hang asked immediately.

"No." The first day of junior high school was very moved by Yan Hang's ability to notice his small movements for the first time under such circumstances, "I'm just sure, make sure I ate and didn't."

"Why are you more nervous than me?" Yan Hang smiled.

"I wanted to pretend to be more calm and calm than you," Chuyi sighed, imitating Yan Hang's appearance, and put his arms on his shoulders, "But I'm still, I'm still young, and I can't pretend."

"In the future, you can only tell me such shameless words in secret," Yan Hang looked him up and down, "he is almost taller than me, and he keeps saying that he is small, and his face is so big that he is still small."

"Smaller than you," said Chu Yi, "you can say small, I am small, cute."

"Smack you." Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'm big, big and cute." The first day of the junior high school changed his mouth.

"...All right." Yan Hang sighed.

Yan Hang didn't fall asleep that night, and naturally he couldn't sleep on the first day of the junior high school. When Cui Yi called Yan Hang in the morning, they had already been sitting in the room for almost an hour.

"Old Cui said that he and Mr. Liu will pass by in a while." Yan Hang said.

Chuyi suddenly stood up: "Then let's go too, go, go, go..."

"Let's go, let's go," Yan Hang watched him with a smile and sang, "Go to September [-]th..."

"This kind of old, old people can sing songs," Chuyi clicked, "You know it."

"Let's go," Yan Hang stood up, bouncing on the spot, "Go and observe secretly."

"When does the time start?" Chu Yi followed him out of the room and asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure, I said I have to pick him up from the detention center first." Yan Hang seemed to be looking for a piece of clothing to change into, but squatted in front of his bag and fumbled for a long time but found nothing. "Take him to the court." after……"

Chuyi reached out and took a T-shirt out of his bag and put it in his hand.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Xiao Hanghang is okay, nervous." Chuyi kissed him on the forehead.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he reached out to hold his face again, and rubbed it back and forth on his face: "Relax."

"Yeah." Yan Hang turned his head and rubbed his lips against the palm of his hand.

It was very quiet when they reached the gate of the courthouse.

There was no one in sight, and there were two people walking down the steps in the building, looking peaceful.

No, it's not calm, but it's very solemn. Every time I pass the courthouse on the first day of junior high school, I feel inexplicably nervous, and I always feel that if I walk slowly, I will be caught in it.

Don't know why.

Even if it is not that big, there is no other high-level court in sight.

There was no place to stay near the court, so Yan Hang dragged him into a tea shop, which was just opposite the court, and he could clearly see the movement near the gate through the glass.

The boss served them a pot of tea while introducing the tea leaves.

However, Yan Hang was obviously absent-minded, and the boss glanced at the opposite side: "Is someone you know today going to court?"

"Well," Yan Hang withdrew his gaze, "We'll buy tea later, that's all."

"It's okay," the boss smiled, "Drink it first, it doesn't matter if you don't buy it."

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

The boss got up and walked away, sitting on the rocking chair on the other side and drinking tea slowly.

The waiting time was very long, it was almost nine o'clock when they arrived, Cui Yi said that it would not be so early, because they had to pick up someone, and they probably had to wait for a while when they arrived at this moment.

At the beginning of the first day of junior high school, I imagined what it would be like if I saw Uncle Yan, would Yan Hang run all the way there, shouting at the old fox, and then Uncle Yan turned back with tears streaming down his face.

Later, he didn't think about it anymore, and felt that his imagination was a bit too lacking and bloody, especially when he grabbed Yan Hang's hand, he found that Yan Hang's hand was cold, and immediately thought of nothing.

He held Yan Hang's hand and rubbed it desperately.

Rubbing until almost ten o'clock, Yan Hang couldn't sit still, and he could feel it in the first day of junior high school. He stood up almost at the same time as Yan Hang, walked out of the tea shop quickly, and walked to the opposite door.

After crossing the street with the first day of the junior high school and walking to the gate of the court, Yan Hang felt that his steps were a little bit lost.

If my dad finds out about this, I don't know how he will laugh at him, isn't he just here to take a look at someone, and he's so nervous...

After registering, he walked in two steps, and the first day of the junior high school suddenly yanked his arm.

Yan Hang turned his head and saw a round of court cars turning in from outside the gate, so he immediately stopped on the side of the road.

Although Cui Yi said that it is possible to target someone, Yan Hang has always made two preparations in his heart, he can see it, and he can't see it.

Seeing the car approaching now, he probably could have seen it, and he was a little out of breath.

How long?

More than two years?

Or three years?

Still more than a year?

No, how could it be more than a year... two years?three years?

The car stopped in front of the steps of the court building. Yan Hang stared at the car door, subconsciously grabbed a handful from the side, grabbed the hand of Chuyi, and squeezed it tightly.

"Ahhh." Chu yelled twice in a low voice.

He heard it, but didn't let go.

The car door opened, and the bailiff got out first, followed by... the suspect.

Yan Zhiyuan.

With only half of the back of his head, Yan Hang could recognize that this man was his father.

His hair was cut very short. In the 20 years he had known his father, he had never seen him cut his hair so short.

Dad walked down the steps with the bailiff.

Yan Hang felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes, as if covered by a layer of fog, but he could still tell from his walking posture that he should be wearing handcuffs, and he couldn't see clearly under his feet, wondering if there were any shackles.

The moment he was about to go in, Dad suddenly stopped.

On the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt admiration for the tacit understanding between Yan Hang and Uncle Yan. Even in this situation, the two of them were able to synchronize.

Yan Hang turned his back to the building at the same time Uncle Yan turned his head.

But he still didn't react, just stared at Uncle Yan in a daze.

The distance was a bit far, and he couldn't see Uncle Yan's expression at all, but in the short period of less than a second when he turned his head and turned back, he felt as if he could see the smile on the corner of Uncle Yan's mouth.

After standing in place for a long time, the first day of the junior high school pulled out the hand that Yan Hang had been holding so hard that it felt like it was about to fracture, and shook it hard a few times.

Yan Hang looked at him: "Go in?"

"En." Chu nodded.

When Yan Hang spoke, there were still tears in his eyes, but after he finished speaking, he blinked and returned to his usual appearance.

"He was wearing the clothes I bought for him, that T-shirt," Yan Hang said, "Don't you have to wear the clothes of the detention center for the court now?"

"It should be no, don't you need it?" Chu Yi said.

"It's a pity," Yan Hang said, "You can't laugh at his ugly clothes, but you can still laugh at the handcuffs."

"Yeah." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

"I also changed my hairstyle. I think it was pushed by the fader," Yan Hang said. "He doesn't like such short hair the most. He said it looks weird."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak, but looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang said a lot more, commented on Uncle Yan, and speculated about his expression during the trial.

No matter in tone or demeanor, Yan Hang looked very relaxed.

But just listening to him talking endlessly, Chu Yi knew that he was not relaxed. He even said for so long that he didn't even change his posture, which was always the same as when he just turned around.

"Yan Hang." The first day of the junior high school interrupted him.

"I think... huh?" Yan Hang stopped.

"It's okay," Chuyi said, "It will definitely go well, it will go well."

"Yeah." Yan Hang finally moved, lowered his head and stomped his feet lightly.

"He just entered, when he entered," Chu Yi said, "smiled at us, just smiled."

"Really?" Yan Hang raised his head.

"Ah," Chu nodded, "I saw it."

Yan Hang looked at him, and it took a long time before he clicked his tongue: "It must be a meaningful smile... You were so frightened when you saw my mother's monument last time, but you didn't kneel down in fright when you saw my father just now." ah?"

"Ah!" The first day of the junior high school was taken aback, "See you, parents!"

The author has something to say:

Today, let’s see if I can see someone outside the court building. I asked around. There are lawyers and prison guards. The opinions are different. Some say they can see them, and they will take the usual passage, while others say they can’t. Therefore, this should be different in different courts at different levels.

So for the sake of the plot, I still want Brother Hang to take a look at his father, after all, I haven't seen him for a long time⊙▽⊙.