A Lucky Coin

The boy closest to him was first stunned when he heard this, and then burst into a burst of laughter as if he had heard the funniest part of the year.

The boys behind him also laughed wildly.

Yan Hang didn't mind, his words were quite funny.

But his main purpose in coming here is not to make amusement.

He raised his hand and slashed the boy's face.

No warm-up or hesitation.

"Baby, don't give the other person a chance when you want to do it, or it's a disadvantage." The emperor's father said.

So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, the smile on his face was still blooming.

Everyone was young and young. Although one person fell to the ground with a smile on his face, the whole group was stunned, but he still reacted quickly.

Yan Hang grabbed the wrist that swung half of the bottle toward him.

Hold tight, press the joints, and twist.

When the father taught these actions to him, the funds were tight and there was no mold. He was taught directly by a real person. The hand was screwed behind him and then pushed. The pain when the arm was screwed and pulled away from the body made him feel like a kung fu prodigy. Mastered the essentials.

When he twisted the arm of the Miscellaneous No.2 behind his back and rushed towards the Miscellaneous No.3, the Miscellaneous No.2 screamed at the No.3.

The cry was so sad that it shook No.3's eyes round.

Yan Hang let go, kicked up to No.2's back waist, No.2 hugged No.3 and fell to the ground.

The remaining two rushed up together. According to my father, this kind of open arms towards you is like a hug, so don't refuse.

So Yan Hang didn't refuse, and hit the man on the right with a punch first, then blocked the punch of the man on the left, bumped his left shoulder, and the two left the field.

To be honest, Yan Hang feels like a martial arts master every time he talks to someone who says he has to save face when his combat power is 0.

Just picking up the small waste, it takes less than three minutes to dispose of it. If it weren't for the fact that the boys had been kicking the protagonist with his feet, he didn't even want to lift his legs.

Splitting two palms and smashing two punches, it’s almost the same. At this moment, he also used his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys stood on the spot, expecting someone to pounce on themselves first, but everyone thinks so. of.

The scene was like a reception, and the stranger looked at each other awkwardly.

"Forget it," someone finally said the first sentence, "let's go."

Originally, they were relying on the protagonist not to resist. They were beating people just like playing. Now that they have opponents, several people suddenly no longer want to fight.

But when he left, the one who picked the head still couldn't make it through, and said: "There is a kind of waiting, I will find you."

"Where are you going to find?" Yan Hang smiled.

The one stared at him awkwardly.

"Why don't I leave you an address," Yan Hang was rummaging in his pocket as he said, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

This provocation immediately rekindled the fighting spirit of several boys who had already wanted to back down, and they were about to jump over again as soon as their sleeves were rolled.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" A loud female voice came from the side, "A bunch of dogs that didn't learn well! It's a damn free-range farmer from your mother..."

The boys stopped, the expressions on their faces quickly changed from anger to contempt and disgust, and the content behind made Yan Hang, who grew up in the bottom-level shrew, who grew up in the gangster, was so shocked that he could not listen. .

When he turned his head, he saw an old lady who had burnt her head and had a pale face.

It should have been a thick powder and painted eyebrows. Compared with her curse, this makeup made Yan Hang even more urge to turn his head and run away.

The old lady’s makeup was roughly drawn blindly. The left eyebrow was drawn from the right eyebrow, across the Yintang, and a trembling black line was pulled to the end of the eyebrow. It was over after a shiver.

This kind of weird surreal makeup made Yan Hang unable to relax for a long time, and the eyebrows staring at her couldn't move away anyway.

"What do you look at! You have eyes on the other two holes, right?" The old lady glared at him with two eyebrows of different lengths.

Yan Hang only noticed that the small chopsticks had gone, and only him and the protagonist were left on the scene.

Before he recovered from his shock and decided whether to walk away or continue to stick here, the old lady's goal shifted again.

She pointed to the protagonist who was standing aside: "You look at you for what you are!"

The protagonist didn't look at her and didn't say a word. He threw his schoolbag on his back, turned and left.

"Where are you going!" The old lady yelled, and went over and grabbed his arm, "You didn't hear me talking to you!"

The protagonist is still silent, just stepping back trying to free her hand.

"Is it troublesome again!" The old lady's voice has always been loud. There are a lot of people coming and going at this time. The people next to you are all looking at the excitement here with great interest, but compared to before, the old lady The wife was completely indifferent to the crowd of so many people.

Yan Hang wanted to walk away, but thought that he had just claimed that this person was covered, and he ran away when an old lady came out, and it seemed a bit unreasonable.

I can only continue to stand while hesitating.

"Trash! I'm going to find your teacher in the afternoon! Find your principal! What's it like!" The old lady continued to shout loudly, "If I curse, they will kneel down for me!"

Yan Hang changed his mind, decided to walk away, and cover it tomorrow. It was too painful to be here. He turned around and took his phone, and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.

He quit the live broadcast and put his phone back in his pocket.

When he was about to cross the street and go home, he glanced at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the ever-changing calm expression on the child's face had disappeared, and his brows wrinkled.

Yan Hang quickly walked across the street and returned home.

But after entering the room, he stood at the window again and looked across.

The old lady should be the protagonist’s grandmother or grandma, but the expression that the protagonist can maintain when being bullied was eventually broken by the old lady. The skill of this old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows should not be comparable to ordinary people.

Five minutes later, the sound of the old lady being able to cross the street to the house finally disappeared.

The protagonist is still standing on the spot, looking a little frustrated, but has been facing this side, staring silently.

Yan Hang stepped across the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.

After landing, I remembered that I could walk through the door.

Stupefied by the old lady.

Yan Hang slowly crossed the street, stopped in front of the protagonist, and took off his mask.

Only now did he have the opportunity to take a closer look at the child.

His lack of height must be one of the reasons why he was bullied, but he is quite upright, especially compared to the old lady just now.

"Look for me?" Yan Hang asked.

The protagonist glanced at him and said nothing.

"What I just said counts," Yan Hang turned his finger back to the building behind him, "I live on the first floor over there. You can find me if you have anything to do."

The protagonist glanced at him again, smiled and still made no sound.

This smile made Yan Hang a little confused, and there was a smile in his dark eyes, as if nothing had happened before, or it seemed that nothing had affected him.

It's like his life is like this.

"What is your name?" Yan Hang asked.

The protagonist looked at him still silent, as if he had lost his memory. When he was thinking, "Go to your bar and cover up," he said with difficulty when he was about to turn around and leave.

"What?" Yan Hang was stunned, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe he will add a mental retardation, "I ask what your name is, who asks how old you are."

"First day, second day." The protagonist said.

Yan Hang looked at him.

He also looked at Yan Hang.

After looking at each other for a long time, Yan Hang finally found his channel and sighed: "Understood, you are called the first day of the junior high school, the second day of the junior high school, right."

"Yeah." The protagonist nodded, as if he was relieved.

"Just those idiots are your classmates?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." The first day of the day continued to nod.

"What about that old lady?" Yan Hang asked again, without asking why he was being bullied. He felt that he could almost tell it, and sometimes he didn't need any reason.

"I..." His eyes darkened on the first day of the new year, and after a while he said softly, "Grandma."

"Oh," Yan Hang replied, and felt that there was nothing left to say after the response, so he waved his hand, "Oh, you can go home, I'm going to eat."

"You call... call," I can walk out for ten meters, and he was still behind him on the first day of the junior high school and said slowly, "Call, call, call..."

"Yan Hang." Yan Hang turned around and interrupted him.

"Yan, Yan..." Chu nodded.

"Hang, Yan Hang." Yan Hang said.

Lu Yi smiled.

"Go." Yan Hang turned and walked along the road.

When I arrived home on the first day of the junior high, my grandmother had already returned, sitting on the sofa with her 16-year-old dog and watching TV.

My mother also came back, cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy expression.

"Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, the mother said without raising her head.

"Yeah." The first day of the new year put down the schoolbag.

"Trash, there is nothing in Tiantian's eyes, and people don't say he doesn't move." Grandma said.

On the first day of the new year, there was no answer, so he went into the kitchen and took the vegetables and started washing.

"It's a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I'm going to be beaten again today! I said I need an explanation in school, but he won't let it! Waste!"

"He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.

"What's wrong with me Sapo?" Grandma stood at the door of the kitchen holding the dog. "What's wrong with me Sapo? No one dares to provoke me to know!"

"You go to watch TV!" Mother also raised her voice.

On the first day of the new year, he stared at the dishes in his hands silently, washed them quickly and put them on the counter, then walked out of the kitchen and entered the room.

He doesn't have his own room. This room is grandma's bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth wardrobe beside the wall.

In fact, he should go to the living room to do his homework now. His desk is in the living room, but he is reluctant to go there when his grandmother is there.

"You don't do your homework today!" Grandma shouted in the living room.

On the first day of the new year, he went silently to the living room and sat down, took out the book from his schoolbag, turned on the lamp, and quickly leaned on the table to start doing homework.

But his dedicated performance failed to calm grandma.

"Don't think I can't see it, the white-eyed wolf! Just hide from me! If you want to go to your grandpa's house, go!" Grandma lit a cigarette and smoked two mouthfuls, "I'll give you food and drink, and catch up. Going to farm for others, wolves with white eyes!"

Grandpa didn't have land at his house, so he just planted some vegetables in flower pots on the roof. He liked the small vegetable garden every time he went there. Grandma couldn't get used to it.

But the white-eyed wolf... should be right, he is indeed kissing his grandparents, and to grandma, he is the white-eyed wolf.

"It's dinner!" Mom walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.

On the first day of the new year, I put down my pen, got up to set up the dining table, and then took out the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After serving my mother and grandma, I sat down and started eating.

"His dad won't answer?" Grandma asked.

"Well, something has happened to the team." Mom said.

"A broken driver who didn't know he thought he was the secretary of the prime minister's office." Grandma was smoking a cigarette.

"Let's eat and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.

"After I have eaten in a while, buy me a cigarette and come back." Grandma pinched off the cigarette on the table.

This was for the first day of the junior high school. He nodded, took the ashtray and pulled the cigarette butts and ash into it, and rubbed the traces of the cigarette butts on the table without rubbing them off.

Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrests of the sofa in his house, but all the flat surfaces have the burn marks left by the grandma's squeezing cigarettes.

"Smoke less, if you die, you will smoke to death." Mom said.

"Did you spend your money? I know that you have lost your job now, and I have my own pension!" Grandma said, grabbing her cloth bag, and digging out a hundred dollars from it to take a picture in front of the first day of the first year. I'll buy cigarettes!"

I took the money and stood up on the first day.

"Go after eating." Mom stopped him.

"Eat and eat." Grandma took a chopsticks dish and threw it on the ground to the dog.

Sit down on the first day of the new year and continue to eat.

"Today Erping and the others will take me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "annoying."

"Where did you go?" Grandma asked.

"Don't they just go to some LV store," my mother sighed, "I am mad at me. If I can't go, I will be pulled."

"Don't you just rely on having two stinky money at home! It's shaking like stepping on an electric door all day long," Grandma said, "Sooner or later, you will be defeated!"

On the first day of the first year of the new year, I immersed myself in the bitterness without raising my eyes, thinking about going out quickly after eating.

"I also said that I bought a gift for the first day of the junior high school. I said I took it back, but I didn't let it go. I had to give it myself," my mother said, "I don't know what I want."

"If you can't give birth to yourself, just take other people's children and enjoy it," the grandmother said, her tone became cheerful, "I see, she is so fat that she is probably unable to give birth."

At the beginning, I ate the rice in a bowl, drank two sips of soup, got up and took my grandma's one hundred dollars and went out.

It was a bit cold outside, but he felt very comfortable and his breathing became much easier.

So he would come out for a run every night after finishing his homework. Nine out of the ten street lights here were broken. The black lights made him feel safe.

It was a little early to come out today. There were quite a lot of people outside. He walked against the wall and didn't want to be seen.

However, it is still inevitable to be seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when entering the canteen.

"Buy cigarettes for your grandma?" the boss asked.

"Yeah." Chu handed over the money.

The boss took the money, and while bringing him a cigarette, said: "Your grandma has really been like a day for twenty years, and I haven't seen her smoking another cigarette."

"Specifically." Chu nodded.

The boss smiled and put the cigarette on him, he walked out carrying the bag, and continued to stroll against the wall.

Walked all the way to the river.

It is said that it is a river, but it is actually very narrow. Although a lot of stone benches have been built along the river, almost no one will come. The winter is too cold, and the river smells bad in other seasons.

Twenty times on the first day of the new year, there will be about one pass by someone.

It is a great place for him.

He comes here often, and he has an exclusive tree hole here that has been used for almost ten years.

The tree hole is a real tree hole.

An old locust tree by the river has a hole in the trunk.

From the beginning, you had to step on the roots of the tree that protruded from the ground to get the hole. Now you need to bend over to buckle your face on the tree hole.

I forgot a lot of little secrets, and never realized a little wish.

Probably because the river is rotten.

On the first day of the new year, he looked around and there was no one. He bent his face into the tree hole and closed his eyes.

Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, it is always clean, there is no peculiar smell, and the smell of wood can be smelled.

"I don't, don't want to go to school," said in a soft voice on the first day of the junior high school, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."

He sighed: "My mother wants me to go to college."

"I can't pass the exam. I definitely won't pass the exam," he squeezed gently on the bark. "I just... don't want to study."

This kind of unanswered confession requires at least a few minutes every first day of the new year, and then it feels a lot easier.

It was the same today. After he finished speaking, he stood up straight and stretched out.

This lazy waist only stretched halfway, and he held up his arm.

There is a person standing beside.

Wear sportswear and running shoes, and wear a mask.

It was the one who beat Li Zihao today and said that he would cover him in the future.

Yan Hang.

"You..." Yan Hang looked at the first year of the junior high school, and didn't know what to say for a while. Halfway through the run, he was shocked to see a puckered person growing out of the tree, but he was actually still in the first year of junior high school.

"Let your arms down first," Yan Hang said, "I didn't bring a knife either."

I lowered my arm on the first day of the new year.

"You..." Yan Hang looked at him and still didn't know what to say. He just couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the stamped marks on his face.

Finally he walked to the tree trunk and looked around and found that it was a big tree hole.

"Did you dig it?" Yan Hang turned his head and asked on the first day of the junior high school, "the shape of your face is so suitable."

"No," the first day of the year replied, "I am big, big, big face."

"General holes are suitable, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang couldn't hold back his joy. He laughed for a while and patted the trunk: "There are a lot of your little secrets here, right?"