A Lucky Coin

"You didn't wake up when you went to get this stuff?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "Jidao Yan? How can I use this out? Why don't you write about the Northern Song Dynasty on your birthday? Or you just stay here. You can print more words on the top."

"What's the word?" Dad asked with interest while eating.

"False certificate." Yan Hang said.

The old man laughed and finished his last bite of noodles. He leaned on the sofa and laughed for a while: "Let us prince, after all, we are from elementary school..."

"Let me see you." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"What's mine?" Dad asked.

"Your ID card, do two things every time, you must be ready," Yan Hang put down the phone, walked to him, "Take it out and let me have a look."

"Hey!" Dad sighed, and took out his own one from his pocket.

Yan Hang saw the name above at a glance.

Yan Shu.

He couldn't help but cursed: "Shameless."

"What's the matter? Don't let it be used?" Dad picked up the remote control and changed the station, putting his leg on the coffee table.

"I want to change with you, Yan Shu sounds nice," Yan Hang said, "Your name is Yan Jidao."

"No, no change." Dad shook his head.

"Why!" Yan Hang said.

"Yan Shu is Yan Jidao his father!" Dad glanced at him, "Illiterate!"

"...No, do you still follow the historical facts when you apply for a fake certificate?" Yan Hang was speechless. He stood there for a while and didn't know what to say. He sat back in the chair and asked again after a while, "Yan Shu is really Yan Jidao his father. ?"

"Yeah, let me tell you?" Dad said.

"Good." Yan Hang nodded.

"Yan Jidao, this is the seventh son of Yan Shu," the father said with a serious face, "seven children, you know?"

"Ah." Yan Hang looked at him.

"He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yiyi, the second is Yan Liangdao, and the third is Yan Sandao," Dad counted, "and so on, there are Yan four, five and six..."

Yan Hang opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Later, I became confused, I can't remember how many times," Dad patted his legs, "I called Yan Jidao, remember?"

Yan Hang nodded: "I almost believed it."

"Okay, get out of class is over." Dad waved his hand.

Yan Hang stretched and stood up: "I'll lie down for a while."

"Go," Dad said, "get up and chat with me if you can't sleep."

"No, you sleep with you." Yan Hang went into the toilet.

Dad's face looked a little tired. He should have not slept for these two days. For Yan Hang, sleep is a very precious thing.

He runs every night, one is like running, and the other is he can sleep when he is tired.

However, due to the wrong route choice today, I returned after a short run, so I didn't feel sleepy in bed.

Dad had gone back to his room to sleep a long time ago. Yan Hang was quite envious of his dad. He could sleep when he said he was sleeping, and he could wake up when he said he was awake.

After lying down on his back, he turned over and took a look at the phone. It was three o'clock.

Take medicine.

Yan Hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice and then withdrew his hand.

Forget it, try harder.

My dad was worried before: "You still control a little bit of this medicine and don't always take it, or you will lose one option for suicide in the future."

Yan Hang closed his eyes and smiled for a while.

He was holding his chin on the first day of the new year. Although the teacher kept tapping on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes never moved. He had fallen on a tree outside the window for most of the class.

The teacher doesn't care about him. He doesn't sleep, speak, or move, and doesn't affect other students. He is just in a daze, and the teacher may not be able to see him.

Especially the English teacher standing on the podium now can't even call his name.

Thinking of English, Chu took his gaze back from the tree for a few seconds, and glanced at the blackboard. The strings of English made him dizzy.

But it doesn't look as good as the advanced ones in Yan Hang's circle of friends.

Probably because I don’t know more words.

This is the last class, and there are still a few minutes to end.

Today, he plans to go to the teacher's office and stand for a while, and then he will go home after Li Zihao and the others have left.

Yan Hang is too powerful, and they shouldn't be able to trouble Yan Hang. Normally, they will trouble him at this time.

He leaned back on the back of the chair on the first day of the junior high school, trying to sort out the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a tingling pain. He was shocked and straightened his back suddenly.

There were a few low laughs behind him.

It should be a thumbtack. He is still very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn't look back on the first day of the new year, nor did he touch the chair or his back, but just lay on the table.

There can be no reaction at this time, any reaction that attracts their attention will allow things to continue.

It would be best if it can be invisible.

He told Shudong this little wish that he hadn't obtained this ability for many years.

The get out of class bell rang, and the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed to the door. They were all hungry at the moment. Most people were anxious to go home or go to the door to eat.

When a few people passed by him, they patted his head a few times. They ignored the first day of the new year, put the things on the table in the drawer, and stood up.

Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.

Sure enough, a thumbtack was stuck there with tape.

At the beginning, a handful of thumbtacks were pulled down and pressed against the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nails, they threw them into the drawer.

When I left the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher's office, the road was blocked.

"Where is your boss?" Li Zihao asked.

He didn't make a sound on the first day of the new year, and didn't look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.

"Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao's good buddies blocked his way back.

He sighed and stood still.

"Go, go home together." Li Zihao pushed him toward the school gate.

Although he was not very willing in the first year of junior high school, they were still taken all the way to the school gate.

He doesn't care much about what will happen next, but today he planned to visit the stationery store and wanted to buy a notebook.

It seems that there is no chance.

"Aren't you arrogant?" Li Zihao gave him a push after leaving the school gate.

On the first day of the first year, I wanted to say that I was not arrogant. When have I been arrogant? Isn't it that Yan Hang is very arrogant... Li Zihao is really not a boss, and he can't even find the right goal.

Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "Didn't your boss say to cover..."

Before this sentence was finished, it was interrupted by a whistle from the front.

This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan Hang, he has never heard anyone around him blow the whistle so cleanly in the first year of junior high school.

Li Zihao was about the same as him, stopped when he heard the whistle.

On the first day of the year, he raised his eyes and looked forward, and there was a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.

Sweatpants, masks, elbows on his legs, head tilted to look this way, the mobile phone in his hand is facing this side.

"Fuck." Li Zihao briefly expressed his depression in one word.

He was a little hesitant on the first day of junior high. He didn't know if Yan Hang appeared here to "cover him", or just to shoot a video or broadcast it directly.

After all, he had almost no experience of being "saved".

It was so stalemate, until Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket and slightly tilted his head towards him, before he bowed his head and walked over quickly.

Yan Hang jumped off the railing without saying anything, turned around and walked straight forward.

The first day of the junior high school bowed his head and followed him.

Walking all the way to the intersection, when Yan Hang wondered whether to take something to eat at the noodle restaurant that he had visited with his father that day on the first day of the junior high school, the first day of the junior high school said behind him: "Here, here."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked back at him.

"I'm going, here," Chu Yi pointed to the right, opposite to his way home, "thank you."

Those little scumbags still followed far behind, so Yan Hang was a little unable to understand what the first day of the year said. He pointed to himself: "Where are you going, what about me?"

"Go home," said the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang stared at him, and after a few seconds he said: "Do you believe it or not, I will smoke you now?"

He didn't say anything when he saw him on the first day.

"...Why are you going there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of the day answered.

"Pen and notebook?" Yan Hang was stunned. He was speechless. After a while, he waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll go with you."

"Notes, this." said the first day.

"Ah!" Yan Hang shouted, raising his head, then sighed, "I see, it's a notebook, no pen."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Every time when he arrives in a new place, Yan Hang will have so many days of boring, not knowing what to do to kill the time.

However, he will take care of the nostalgia of the first year of the junior high school, and will come over to wait for the first year of the junior high school to finish school, and will endure the occasional irritability of the first year of the junior high school. It is not all because of boredom.

Dad has always hoped that he can "contact" more people. Every time he uses part-time job, he can contact a lot of people as a reply. In fact, he knows why Dad said that.

He has no friends.

But considering the internal reasons, he didn't seem to have the conditions to make friends. Dad knew this too, so he just raised a mouth every time, and then he didn't say more.

The first day of the junior high school is considered the most interesting among the few people he has come into contact with in the past two years, apart from his migrant workers and landlords.

On the first day of the junior high school, he walked to the door of a small stationery store and stopped to look at him: "That's it."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I'll wait for you outside, and you will invite me to dinner later."

"I have no money," said the first day.

"You can eat a bowl of noodles for ten yuan," Yan Hang said.

"Oh." The first day of the day responded and turned and walked into the store.

Yan Hang looked in the store. There was a stool beside the cash register. He took the stool out and sat at the door to watch the scenery.

The boss poked his head out of the shop and looked at him. He glanced at the boss: "Huh?"

The boss said nothing, and went back to the shop.

Stationery shops should be regarded as hell for people who have difficulty choosing. I don't know if there is this disease on the first day of the new year, but it should be a while.

Yan Hang took his cell phone out to see the news. As soon as he turned on the screen, a figure stood beside him.

He raised his head and glanced, it was actually the first day of the new year, holding the notebook he had already bought.

"So fast?" Yan Hang was stunned, "Isn't that you don't have a choice problem, you are simply blind, right? Which one you go in and find is counted."

"Why don't you," looked at him on the first day of the day, "sit again, sit for a while."

"...Are you always being bullied because you owe your mouth?" Yan Hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, said thank you to the boss, and then went out and turned his head towards the first day of the junior high school. "Let's go, eat. ."

There was no sound in the first year of the junior high school, and he continued to follow behind him.

Yan Hang said that letting him entertain him on the first day of the middle school is just a casual tease. He is planning to find a place to eat, and if he is willing, he will eat together on the first day of the middle school.

Walking back in silence all the way, when I arrived at the door of the beef noodle shop, the first day of the new year suddenly stopped.

"Eating noodles?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the new year, he drew it out of his pocket, took out a double-folded ten yuan, and handed it over: "Here."

"What?" Yan Hang was shocked.

"You eat noodles." said the first day.

"Are you watching?" Yan Hang asked.

"Go home." Chuyi said calmly.

Yan Hang looked at him for a long time before asking, "Are you an earthling?"

"Fire, sparks," Chu Yi smiled, "big...probably."

Yan Hang lost his temper. He took the money in his hand and looked at the price sign at the door: "Ten yuan is not enough."

"Vegetarian, ten or ten yuan." He said without seeing it at first glance.

"...I can't live without eating meat." Yan Hang said.

After thinking about it on the first day of the new year, he beckoned: "Come on."

Yan Hang followed him on, walked out of this side street and turned into an alley, and couldn't help but ask, "Where to go?"

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and walked forward for a while, and raised his hand to a small shop next to him: "Look."

Yan Hang turned his head.

It is also a beef noodle shop. It is a bit older and smaller than the previous one. The cashier counter is at the door, and it says beef noodle 10 yuan.

"...Fuck me." Yan Hang was completely speechless.

"Meaning, consciously or not, outside?" said the first day of the month, "are you surprised..."

"Shut up." Yan Hang said.

When he was going to buy beef noodles on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang stretched out his hand and took his arm: "Classmate of the first grade."

"Huh?" Lu Yi looked back at him.

"I'm joking," Yan Hang said, "open, kid, laugh, yes."

"Huh?" The calm expression on the first day of the junior high school changed, and the tone was full of sudden realizations, "Oh..."

"You go back." Yan Hang leaned back against a tree, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and took one of it.

I looked up and found that the first day of the day was still looking at him.

"What do you look at," Yan Hang said, "I am shocked."

"Thank you." said the first day.

"Thank you, if there is anything to thank, I have thanked you twice." Yan Hang lit his cigarette.

"No, don't go anymore," said the first day of junior high school softly, "school."

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"One more, one and a half years," said the first day of the new year, "God, go there every day, right?"

Yan Hang suddenly didn't know what to say.

On the first day of the day, he smiled, turned and left.

Yan Hang leaned under the tree and finished smoking before patted his clothes, and walked back slowly.

The words in the first grade made him feel uncomfortable.

When I got home, my father was making dumplings.

"Come on, how did you make the goldfish dumplings you made last time?" Dad said.

Yan Hang went to wash his hands, sat down next to the coffee table, took a dumpling wrapper, wrapped a goldfish dumpling, and put it in front of his father.

"Why? Didn't you go out to be a messenger of justice?" Dad looked at him, "Failed?"

"Ah," Yan Hang replied and smiled, "Yes."

Dad didn't speak, took a dumpling wrapper and learned how to slowly wrap the goldfish.

"Lao Yan," Yan Hang leaned back in his chair and looked at him. He touched his pocket and forgot to return the ten yuan for the first year of junior high school. "You have seen that kind of money. People who are not affected?"

"You." Dad said.

"I'm not calm," Yan Hang sighed, "I just don't seem to care."

"How do you know that others are not," Dad smiled, "Who really has no idea in his heart."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Are you looking for a job this morning?" Dad asked.

"Yes, holding Yan Jidao's ID card." Yan Hang said.

"How is it?" Dad asked with a smile.

"Go to work tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "it's very close, just next to a coffee shop next to 846."

"So smoothly, how do you say?" Dad asked.

"Just talk like that, I asked if I would recruit people, people said what you can do, I said I can do everything you eat here." Yan Hang said.

"Very well, all you want is this shameless bragging momentum," Dad nodded, "What then?"

"Let me make cheese and milk shortbread, and I will do it," Yan Hang said, "then the boss asked me if I wanted to go to the back kitchen?"

"You say no, I want to be a waiter." Dad said.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

After a short silence, he and his father had fun together and quacked for a long time.

"You are more and more able to pretend to be." Dad said in amusement.

"I'm only 17 years old," Yan Hang put his leg on the coffee table, "It's just pretending..."

Dad kicked his leg off the coffee table.

"Age." Yan Hang said.

When I got home on the first day of the new year, my grandma and grandpa were sitting in the living room, and my mother's expression was gloomy.

In his memory, his mother had hardly laughed, most of the time she kept the expression with the corners of her mouth facing downwards. As she got older, she seemed even more unhappy after the nasolabial lines were connected to the corners of her mouth.

"There are dumplings in the refrigerator, let's cook them." Mom said when he saw him come in.

"Yeah." Put down the notebook on the first day of the new year, put a pile of shoes on the floor onto the shoe rack, and then went into the kitchen.

"There is no show at the water station?" Grandpa asked.

"I said it was the news this month, now the door face is gone," said the mother, "what else can I do."

On the first day of the new year, while boiling water in the kitchen to prepare dumplings, while listening to the movement in the living room.

My mother has been working at a water delivery station. Last month, the water station said that the business was not good and had a half-month holiday. My mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. At this moment, it should be really yellow.

"Er Ping said to introduce you to the job, did you introduce it?" Grandma asked.

"Let me go to their kindergarten as a childcare worker," the mother said in an uncomfortable tone, "Isn't this arrogant to me! Is there such a thing to do!"

"She will be a teacher and let you be a childcare worker?" Grandpa shouted, "What is it!"

"Didn't she say that they recruited kindergarten teachers there? How come they became childcare by their family!" Grandma said dissatisfiedly, "It is a bullying!"

The door of the kitchen was closed very lightly on the first day of the new year, and she stood by the stove looking at a pot of water in a daze.

The water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.

If I remember correctly, he bought it at the small supermarket opposite, at least three months ago.

He searched in the refrigerator and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said these two bags.

He had to disassemble the two bags of dumplings and look at them. The dumplings were already glued together.

He hesitated to open the kitchen door and stuck his head out: "The dumplings are very, very long."

"How long will it last! It's not bad," my mother frowned. "It's enough to eat. Which son of yours is so particular about you, you must go to your aunt's house."

There was no sound on the first day of the new year, and he returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.

When the water boiled, he took out his cell phone, used his mind to communicate with the cell phone for a long time, and posted an emoji in his circle of friends.

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