A Lucky Coin

"No." The first one replied.

If a secret is discovered, it is no secret.

The tree hole was seen by Yan Hang, and the secret in the tree hole was no longer a secret.

Although he didn't remember the secrets in it.

They are nothing more than trivialities, just like him in the eyes of others.

"Want to speak out?" Yan Hang supported the trunk and looked into the hole.

On the first day of the junior high school, he was a little unhappy that Yan Hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree hole, but he still nodded: "I'm out, out loud."

Yan Hang shouldn't be fascinated by his broken tree hole. He probably won't be interested in playing it once. Only those with a bad brain like him will come here to talk about it.

"I'm so boring." Yan Hang said to it.

The tree hole is a bit lower for the first year of the junior high school. Yan Hang had to take a stance to speak to the tree hole. This posture was quite funny.

But on the first day of the new year, he did not laugh. If he laughed, Yan Hang might be unhappy. He didn't want to make anyone unhappy.

Yan Hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands again, probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.

This action made the first day of junior high school a little embarrassed, as if someone touched the chair when they came to the house as a guest.

He never considered this question. Is the opening of the tree hole dirty?

He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, really not paying attention.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "The face is not dirty."

"Oh." Chuyi smiled.

"Have you finished talking?" Yan Hang asked.

"Today, Fang Chang." said the first day.

"You're quite interesting," Yan Hang also smiled, "I ask you, this road goes all the way, can you get to the street?"

"Yes." said the first day.

"How far is it?" Yan Hang asked again.

"I don't know," he thought for a while, "run, run for five minutes."

"Run over?" Yan Hang sighed, "All right, then run at what speed?"

"Escape," said the first day, "speed."

Yan Hang didn't say a word, staring at him.

He didn't speak in the first year of junior high. Yan Hang's combat effectiveness was very strong. He didn't have time to see clearly during the process of cleaning up Li Zihao's few. People like Yan Hang probably couldn't understand the speed of escape.

"You can save my phone number and add a friend," Yan Hang thought for a while and took out his cell phone, "You can call me if you have something to do."

He didn't say anything on the first day of the new year, and he thought Yan Hang was a bit strange.

In his memory, he didn't seem to have ever encountered a stranger who would treat him like this... and it seemed that he was not trying to further humiliate him.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang looked at him, "No cell phone?"

"Yes." Hesitated on the first day.

"Are you being bullied?" Yan Hang squinted his eyes impatiently, "I want to grab your phone and tell you to take it out? I even snatched the cigarette with your phone and clothes. It takes less than three minutes."

Yan Hang's attitude made him a little nervous, and quickly took out his mobile phone.

"Let me sweep you." Yan Hang clicked on the phone a few times.

"Yeah." Chu Yi clicked on the phone.

Then they both looked at the dark screen of the phone in silence.

Five seconds later, Yan Hang couldn't help but said, "I don't usually ask people like this..."

Are you mentally flawed?

"Wait." Lu Yi rubbed his nose.

"Waiting for?" Yan Hang said, "Wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"

"Well," the first day of the junior high school nodded solemnly. Just when Yan Hang wanted to turn around and leave, the screen of his phone turned on, "It's bright."

"...The idea used?" Yan Hang asked.

"Night, awesome?" Lu Yi looked up at him.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

I first clicked the WeChat icon on the desktop.

Yan Hang moved his mobile phone to prepare to scan, but he was caught waiting again.

Five seconds later, the WeChat interface was displayed, and then ten seconds later, Yan Hang took back the cell phone he was about to scan, and looked at the cell phone where he was communicating with him on his arms.

The screen has changed, I poke it on the first day of the first day, and then wait until I finally clicked on the QR code.

Yan Hang sighed, and swept his locked phone, "It's time to change it."

"Also, it works," Chu Yi smiled, looking at the phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."

"Xing Tian." Yan Hang finished speaking for him.

"It sounds good." said the first day.

Yan Hang glanced at the nickname of the first day of the junior high school. It was just a simple "1". He couldn't see it if he didn't pay attention. He wanted to politely boast and didn't know where to speak.

"Or let's run away, let me see what the speed is." Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket.

"I'll go home." The first day of the month shook the bag in his hand.

This proposal sounds like what he just said to Shudong should be his heartfelt thoughts, and Yan Hang is probably very boring.

Yan Hang looked at the bag and sighed: "I'm not mistaken, am I? Small children still smoke, buy one."

"Run errands," said the first day of the day.

"Bought it for your grandma?" Yan Hang asked, thinking about it and giving him a thumbs up again, "Your grandma has a very personal character."

I didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, so I was not very happy.

"You go back," Yan Hang waved his hand, "I ran for my life."

On the first day of the new year, carrying the bag and turning around, within two steps, Yan Hang's voice came over again: "Are there many people running on this road?"

Turning his head on the first day: "No one."

"Why, the environment is not quite..." Yan Hang ran forward and turned his head to speak. He shook his head before he finished speaking. He probably stepped on a pit and staggered two steps, "Fuck me?"

"Because," Chu Yi looked at him, "I can fall."

Because there are no lights, the river is still rotten, the road is rotten, and the legend is haunted.

There are many reasons, but the first year of the junior high school can't express as freely as he thought, he usually chooses short words.

"Okay, let's go." Yan Hang estimated to be quite depressed, and continued to run forward while moving his ankles.

On the first day of the first year, he bowed his head and slowly walked along the roots of the wall according to the old habit. When he got downstairs, a car behind him sounded the horn.

Although he felt it was impossible for him to stand in the way, he still gave way to the side and pushed his shoulder against the wall.

"Puppy!" Someone called him by his nickname.

Turning his head on the first day of the new year, he saw a white car behind him. The window of the co-pilot was lowered and there was a round smiling face inside.

"Auntie." He walked over.

The aunt is Erping, not his aunt, but the cousin, and the grandma is the aunt of the aunt.

However, the relationship between the two families has always been bad. Grandma and her aunt made a noise when they met. My aunt and my mother grew up playing together, but they liked her a lot in the first year of the junior high school.

"I was about to call you out," the aunt got out of the car, "Where did you go?"

The first day of the new year shook the bag in his hand.

"Buy cigarettes for your grandma again?" the aunt said.

Nodded at first.

"Come on, get in the car." The aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.

I got into the car on the first day of the new year and asked my little uncle who was driving.

"Does the puppy grow longer? Is it taller than it was during the Chinese New Year?" said the little uncle.

"Illusion, hallucination." said the first day.

"It's a little bit taller. It's the third day of the next semester. The little boys are all over here." Auntie got into the car too, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "Here, auntie gave it to you."

You don’t need to open it in the first year to know that it is a mobile phone.

During the Chinese New Year, my aunt said to give him a mobile phone. My mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year because of this. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt felt that there was something wrong with her.

"Take it for use," said the aunt, "if your mother asks, just say that I gave it. She is going to smash it. Tell me, I will buy you one more."

"Thank you Xiao, auntie." said the first day.

"You're welcome, the aunt just wants you to be like other children," the aunt looked at him, sighed, "make evil."

On the first day of the new year, I took a look out of the car window. My aunt would always talk to him for a while, but today because he was out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree hole and talked to Yan Hang for a while, which was a lot longer than normal. Now, he is afraid that if he doesn't go back, his grandma will go crazy.

But the aunt just came, if he said to leave, he was afraid that the aunt would be unhappy.

This kind of entanglement made him very helpless, lowering his head and gently digging on the phone box.

"Go back," said the aunt, "just go out and buy a cigarette. Your grandma should be crazy again when you go back late."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the trash can and removed the cell phone box. The cell phone and accessories were taken out and stuffed into his trouser pocket. The box was thrown away, and then he entered the corridor.

As soon as the door was opened, grandma's voice rushed out from the crack of the door: "The old lady with her feet bound makes a trip to the crematorium faster than you!"

"That's not, not necessarily." The first day of the junior high school whispered.

"What did you say!" Grandma came over with the dog in her arms.

"No." On the first day of the first grade, he raised his hand to protect his head, and the other hand passed the bag containing the cigarette.

Grandma took the cigarette and turned around for two steps and then turned back: "The money I got back! Want to swallow my money?"

On the first day of the new year, he pointed to the bag: "Inside."

Grandma probably smoked in a hurry, did not continue to scold him, and threw the dog to the ground and walked away.

The dog was an old dog, and was thrown on the ground by his grandmother, and rolled to the wall without stopping.

On the first day of the year, he picked it up and put it back in its own nest, and pinched its paws again.

"Pour a glass of water." Mother said behind her.

Chu went to wash his hands together, and poured a glass of water to my mother.

"Do your homework," Mom gave him a squint, "I will give you another 20 points for the mid-term exam. I will mount a confession on the wall for you."

There was no sound on the first day of the new year, so I sat down at the desk and turned on the lamp.

Relieved.

Although he doesn't like going to school or doing homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that belongs to him completely.

As soon as the light turned on, all the unhappy, nervous and fearful things disappeared.

There is no rule at home about when he goes to bed. He usually waits for his grandma and grandpa to snore before going to bed.

Today, grandpa went to live with his pro-aunt's house, so grandma's snoring was a little thin and lacked the usual momentum.

I took out the mobile phone on the first day of the junior high. My aunt was very generous, but he didn't dare to use this mobile phone.

As long as he dares to take it out, his mother can see it at a glance.

When my mother sees someone, she looks at her phone first, and she has to ask, is it Apple?

In my mother's eyes, only apples are considered mobile phones. Pears, bananas and sugar cane are all rubbish.

At the beginning, I took out my mobile phone, took out the phone card, and installed it in the new phone.

He suddenly remembered something when turning on the phone, jumped up, covered his phone on his stomach, and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he discovered that there was no power-on music.

Although I'm not used to it, this mobile phone is very easy to use. I squatted in the toilet while pulling my mobile phone.

The previous mobile phone was eliminated by my father. It has been used for three years before being eliminated, and it has been in his hands for more than a year. He worked hard to provide the mobile phone like his ancestor, but he still couldn't stop it from entering the stage of idea communication. .

Squatting a bit tired, I sat on the ground on the first day of the new year and opened WeChat after a long time of tossing.

The speed is slow.

He took a look at the Moments and found that the latest ones were posted by his classmates. He never participated in the discussion. It is estimated that his classmates no longer remember him among his friends.

Normally, he rarely reads Moments, but today he keeps scrolling down. Maybe the phone responds too fast to stop.

I also saw a circle of friends sent by my mother this afternoon.

A few pictures are all bags. It can be seen that they were taken on the display rack in the store, and the pictures are very clear. Even his native goods can be recognized as LV.

One more sentence.

-Guess how much these bags cost?

She sighed on the first day of the new year. This circle of friends must be grouped, at least blocking the Erping family, which she hates most.

But it still made him feel embarrassed.

So quickly turned down.

Xingtian.

He stopped, only then did he react. It's not that the phone reacted too quickly if he kept turning down.

-time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.

Yan Hang's content was in his circle of friends, and it seemed to have traveled from another world. On the first day of the year, he stared at this English sentence, a little shocked.

He clicked into Yan Hang's photo album.

The frequency that Yan Hang posted to Moments was about once a day, but he only saw the second one.

-my solitude pervades the sky when the night falls

He didn't take a closer look at the content below, just glanced at it.

Then he walked out, holding the phone in a daze.

Yan Hang's circle of friends is actually all in English, without a single Chinese character.

Very advanced.

Much more senior than those of Li Zihao.

After playing with a mobile phone, I changed my phone card back to my old mobile phone on the first day of the junior high school and hid the new mobile phone in the bottom of the desk drawer.

Yan Hang ran halfway down the road by the river before turning from a horizontal alley.

There was no street light before, so it was enough to run and step in the pit. Finally, there was a light. He saw a piece of rubbish near the river embankment that was about to complete the task of reclaiming the river.

I probably know why no one has come here for a run. After two months, it’s getting hot and it’s not sure what it will smell like.

I actually picked a tree hole in this place on the first day of the junior high school, which is quite creative.

For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.

After running out of the alley, he got lost.

Standing on a small street he had never seen before in so many days he moved here, but fortunately, he didn't run for a long time. Even if he got lost, it wouldn't be too far from where he lives.

He took out his phone and turned on the navigation, looking at the map.

Found the way back at a glance.

It is said that he would look at a map when he was five years old, and he had been to unfamiliar cities, towns and even villages with his dad. It was hard to get lost, but he would get lost wherever he went.

Maybe it's because of this.

Many times he left without having a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment. After a long period of time, he would no longer be familiar with the new environment.

Anyway, I will leave. If you get lost, you will get lost. If you forget it anyway, you can't remember if you don't remember.

When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be his father who came back.

However, he habitually opened the door cautiously and asked, "Lao Yan?"

"Meme." Dad's voice came from the door.

Yan Hang opened the door. Dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Have you eaten?" he asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol at the same time. "Hurt?"

"Well," Dad raised his arm, "I haven't eaten yet. Get something to eat? Beef steak or something."

If the arm can move, it means the injury is not serious.

"Dare to be more," Yan Hang took off his jacket and opened the refrigerator door, "Or I will return the 154 card to you. Go and order."

"That little bit of silver is enough." Dad stretched out and fell on the sofa.

"Noodles?" Yan Hang said, "I bought some pasta, and I will make you a pasta with beef ribs?"

"Okay," Dad nodded, "Our prince's craftsmanship makes boiled water fragrant. After all, he is a future chef who wants to enter the western food industry.

"It sounds like a curse." Yan Hang took the materials into the kitchen.

Yan Hang's craftsmanship is indeed good, and Dad doesn't say that he also knows this very well.

Dad said that you have to be brave enough to face your own strengths. The real strengths do not need to be confirmed by others. Just be proud of yourself.

Yan Hang turned on the gas stove and started making pasta.

Dad said many things, just like crazy, but he remembers every sentence that needs him to remember.

Very obedient prince.

Yan Hang sighed lightly.

The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen. It might feel uncomfortable to change the individual, but Yan Hang doesn't have such troubles. He will always use it uncomfortably, and there is no comparison.

When I returned to the living room, Dad was already asleep on the sofa.

He walked over with the prepared noodles, hesitated, reached out to his father's ear and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Then he backed away quickly.

But it was still slow. Dad didn't open his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed his wrist. Before he could break free, he was already twisted and pressed.

The sore, painful and numb feeling suddenly rushed to his shoulders, and he could only follow it down. In order to protect the face he was holding in his hands, he had to kneel on one knee and shout: "I!"

Dad opened his eyes and let go of his hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I want to attack your dad. Be tender, Xiao Hanghang."

"Eat quickly." Yan Hang put the noodles on the coffee table, rubbed his arms and sat next to him.

Dad got up and took the plate, smelled it, and ate slowly, with a very enjoyable expression on his face.

Yan Hang took the phone and looked down and clicked on WeChat. He didn't bother to read a lot of news, so he directly clicked on his first year's portrait.

The head of the first year of junior high school is the same as his nickname, which is simple to the extreme. It is a "1" with black letters on a white background.

After entering the album, Yan Hang was speechless again.

Probably all the child's words were said when he pressed his face to the tree hole.

There are no photos and no words in the circle of friends.

There are only one small expression, and only one at a time.

Swipe down, a series of small expressions slipped past.

Looks cautiously lonely.

"By the way, you may stay longer this time. If you are going to work," Dad took out a card-like thing from his pocket and threw it at him, "Use this."

Before Yan Hang had time to look away from the phone screen, he stretched out his hand to catch the card in the corner.

It's an ID card.

Every time they stayed in a place for a longer time, Yan Hang would go to work, his father would give him a fake certificate, and he would get one himself.

I don’t know if it’s for the sake of a fresh picture. The name used is different every time.

This time too, Yan Hang looked at the card in his hand.

The photo is his right.

Name: Yan Jidao

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