A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the first day of the day, I said that I would use the escape speed for about five minutes after running the road. Yan Hang wanted to say, do you know what kind of speed I escaped at?

Of course, he didn't escape his life, his MAX gear should be called "Punch you".

With this gear turned on, it would definitely not take him five minutes to run the road by the river without stepping in a pit and falling.

Just looking at the start posture of Xiao Zaxian No. 1 Sayazi running wildly down the road into the alley next to him, Yan Hang knew that he would definitely catch up within 30 seconds.

As soon as No. 1 ran into the alley, Yan Hang had already chased him behind.

The crown prince stepping on the wind.

However, No.1 ran so much that he couldn't even bother to look back, and didn't realize that Yan Hang was already behind him.

Yan Hang could drag him down as long as he stretched out his hand.

But at the moment he raised his hand, he changed his attention. He speeded up suddenly, leaned in and shouted, "Where can I poke!"

Number One was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.

Yan Hang stopped, too happy to run away.

One glanced back at him, turned his head and continued to run wildly.

"Let you 20 meters!" Yan Hang shouted, "Come on!"

"Fuck you uncle!" Number One roared while running.

"Go, I'll show you the way!" Yan Hang shouted while happily.

There was a turn in the hutong, and Yan Hang was not familiar with it, so he took a breath and hurried forward and chased it out again. He wanted to bring No.1 down before turning.

The explosive power of Number One was only enough for him to run for 500 meters. When Yan Hang caught up with him around the corner, his speed was already slower than before.

Yan Hang whistled behind him.

Number One stopped abruptly, probably because he knew that he could not run away, so he turned to face Yan Hang and punched him.

Yan Hang rushed fiercely, and his inertia made it impossible for him to stop immediately.

He didn't plan to stop either.

He raised his arm to support the fist of No.1 and moved it aside, then grabbed the shoulder of No.1, pressed it down, and pressed his knee to his stomach by inertia.

When letting go, No.1 sat down on the ground.

He didn't use any force on this knee, it was all inertia.

Dad said that if you play for fun, it hurts and you don't need to hurt people.

So No.1 is not injured, but it hurts.

I must still feel sick.

"Did you just call me?" Yan Hang stood in front of him.

Number One didn't make a sound, and after two seconds of slowing down, she jumped up again, seemingly about to hit it directly.

Yan Hang lifted his foot and kicked him on his shoulder when he just jumped up, kicking him back to the ground and sitting.

"I want to ask you something." Yan Hang said.

"Ask a fart!" Number One did not get up again this time, but kicked his crotch.

Yan Hang quickly turned sideways and threw a fist on his face. This time he made a heavy shot. Two minutes later, he could see the red eye sockets of No.1, and then went green for a few days.

"Do you want a face?" Yan Hang asked, "Do you fucking want a face?"

This kind of sneak attack on the other side just made him speechless.

"What the hell are you doing!" No.1 roared.

"Play," Yan Hang looked at him with a smile, bent down, and said softly, "Don't you usually play like this?"

"When did I beat people like this!" Number One glared at him, shouting so that all the stars were sprayed on his face.

"You have amnesia?" The smile on Yan Hang's face slowly disappeared.

"I want to help the first day of the first year, then you fight! Fight! Yes, I threw the broken pen he was going to give away, what's the matter! You're so awesome, you get ahead for him!" Number One shouted, "You hit……"

At his request, Yan Hang slapped his face with a slap, knocking out half of what he had said.

"I don't stand for someone. I count as a fart on the first day of the new year. Can I stand for him?" Yan Hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you, I beat you as a fitness exercise, understand? You see me fucking young Mouth owes, Mo Liuer walks around."

One stared at him without responding.

"Understood!" Yan Hang yelled at the tip of his nose.

Number One didn't expect him to be like this, so his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Let's go," Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and put his hand in his pocket, "Keep running, exercise, and defend the country."

After watching No.1 disappear from the alley while turning around and cursing while running, Yan Hang happily blew his whistle, moved his arms, and walked slowly towards the coffee shop.

I vented this early today, and my mood can be said to be very good.

Walked out in the direction of No.1, made two turns, and was already on the street when I left the alley.

On the right is the road to the coffee shop, and on the left is the bridge less than a hundred meters.

Yan Hang thought for a few seconds with his hands in his pockets, then turned and walked over to the bridge.

Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunt on the first day of the day.

Give away?

The river beach is still the same, the black silt is mixed with pieces of garbage, and the water snaking through the garbage cracks is blown by the oncoming wind... Forget it.

Yan Hang turned and left.

Back on the street, he put on a mask, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message "Come to play" on his collar, and then started the live broadcast.

Few people watched this time, especially this kind of live broadcast that started suddenly, but he didn't care at all. He broadcasted it because he wanted to broadcast it, and there was no second reason.

-I'm coming!

-Am I the first

There are still so many fans here.

"I'm going to work." Yan Hang held up his mobile phone and took pictures around him. The camera swayed in front of him when he changed hands.

-eye

-Oh, brother Xiaotian's eyes are so nice

"A coffee shop," Yan Hang did not answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged bearded man with a baby head."

-2333333

-Want to see

-What is Xiaotian wearing today?

"Wearing clothes, pants and shoes." Yan Hang replied, shaking the phone down.

-Sweatpants again

"Then wear a skirt next time." Yan Hang said.

He just quit the live broadcast when he got to the door of the coffee shop. He had to be serious about working hours.

As soon as he put the phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the store.

"I don't know what's going on! I didn't mess with him!" The voice was inexplicably familiar.

Yan Hang walked into the store, and at a glance, he saw the one who was sitting next to the bar with an ice bag and covering his eyes...Little Miscellaneous One.

"You really didn't mess with him, you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "I don't want to call the police, you call back! When I was so old with you..."

Xiaozai No.1 turned to see Yan Hang, her eyes doubled instantly: "Fuck you..."

"Fuck one more!" Boss Li patted his hand on the bar, staring at Number One.

"It's him!" Number One jumped off the bar chair, pointed at Yan Hang, and shouted so loudly, "It's him! It's him! It's him!"

Our friend Little Nezha.

Yan Hang couldn't help sing a word in his heart.

"It's him! Dad! It's him! Dad!" Number One continued to shout.

Yan Hang looked at the excited No.1, and for a moment thought No.1 was calling him, so he didn't have to be so polite to say.

Boss Li looked over with a bit of surprise: "He?"

"It's him!" No.1 seemed to have no other words, and shouted repeatedly.

"How many?" Boss Li looked at Yan Hang, "You beat my son?"

"Ah," Yan Hang nodded, "just finished it."

This straightforward answer made Boss Li open his mouth for a long time before asking again: "Why?"

"He said it was fun!" One finally found a new word, "Fun! Exercise!"

"Don't talk," Boss Li pointed to Number One, "I'll ask you clearly."

Number One glared at Boss Li, then slammed his chair to the floor, sitting there silently.

"Why?" Boss Li looked at Yan Hang.

These two were actually father and son. Yan Hang never expected it. Boss Li looked calm, but after all, his son was beaten. Even if he could explain it clearly, he estimated that he would not be able to continue.

Besides, he didn't want to explain.

"Not pleasing to the eye." Yan Hang said.

"If you don't like it, do you hit someone?" Boss Li was shocked.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded and looked at Number One again, "Hey."

Number One turned to stare at him.

"Send you a word, you need capital to see if people are not pleasing to the eye." Yan Hang turned around and walked out of the coffee shop.

At this time on Sunday, there are many people on the street, coming and going.

Yan Hang stood under the tree by the sidewalk, very boring.

So he took out his cell phone and sent a message to the first day of junior high school.

-Come out and pay you back

I didn't reply right away on the first day of the new year. It was probably because of an exchange of ideas. It took a while before I came back.

-what money?

-Money for noodles

-Did you not eat it?

"So I'm returning the money to you." Yan Hang couldn't help but uttered a voice.

-Oh

-Oh what the hell

-Noon, I have something to do now, I will wait for you in the tree hole at noon

Yan Hang looked at this sentence. Compared to speaking in the first year of the new year, he typed smoothly and fluently, which gave people a pleasant feeling after a cold.

But I want to laugh a bit.

It seems that ten yuan is really important for the first year of junior high school.

Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket and stretched out. I don't want to go back at this moment. Let's take a stroll.

He looked at both sides. The bridge looked more prosperous than here, so he decided to go there.

He likes shopping. The "streets" of every city are different. Even if they sell the same clothes, buy snacks, and sell toys, they will have different styles.

But this "street" he did not go shopping.

Because he glanced to the left as he crossed the bridge.

In fact, looking at the bridge, the river is not ugly. The black mud beach covered with rubbish has been dropped by the tree stalls by the river...

Through the gap of the leaves, there was a small swaying shadow on the river beach.

"I... fuck," Yan Hang grabbed a stone-carved peach on the railing of the bridge next to him and shook, "I'm really convinced."

What kind of pen you lost, I will buy you the same one.

I'll give you how much your pen is.

Let me see you rummaging through the trash and I will smoke you.

Do not ask me why.

"First day!" Yan Hang shouted from the railing at the riverside.

The first day of the new year was not at yesterday's place, and a bit to the right, Yan Hang frowned, suddenly suspecting that the kid hadn't seen the exact position where the pen fell.

But his ears are better than yesterday. After Yan Hang shouted, he turned his head.

Then he was stunned, Yan Hang could see clearly that he sighed hard.

"Come up." Yan Hang said.

He hesitated on the first day of the new year, shook his head, thought for a while and waved at him, motioning him to go.

Yan Hang looked at him, suddenly a little irritable, took a deep breath and didn't press it down, his hands were aching on the concrete railing and still couldn't control it.

It can't be alleviated once you leave.

"Fuck!" He gritted his teeth and cursed, "You fucking look for it!"

He didn't even go to the iron stairs, but jumped out of the guardrail.

He raised his head when he heard the sound of landing on the first day of the new year, and was a little surprised.

"Let me see you looking for the broken pen here again," Yan Hang pointed at him, no matter what was under his feet, strode over to the first day of the junior high school, "I fucking beat your grandma without knowing you you!"

I stood still on the first day.

"Come here!" Yan Hang said as he took two more steps there, and suddenly felt that his feet were soft when he wanted to continue walking.

Looking down, he has stepped into the mud.

"Don't..." The first day of the day hurried to his side, pulling out two plastic bags from his pocket while walking, "Here."

Yan Hang discovered that he had put two bags on his feet, one red and one green.

"I don't want it." When he spoke again, he couldn't get angry anymore. He only felt helpless. He didn't watch the first year of the new year again, and turned and walked back, "You can play by yourself."

After two steps, he felt something flashing in the mud on the left.

He stopped suddenly and turned his head and looked over.

Only saw a pile of garbage.

He adjusted his angle, tilted his head, and flashed again.

"I fucking saw your precious pen." Yan Hang walked over there.

He immediately followed him on the first day of the new year, and the plastic bag on his foot was squeaking.

When Yan Hang bent down and took out the pen with a yellow bow tied halfway in the mud, he felt that he was holding a relic of the Buddha.

"Is it this?" He asked the first day of the first year with a pen.

"Yes." Chu nodded, and took the pen over with some excitement.

"Are you blind?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes, it is possible." Chu Yi said with a smile.

Yan Hang watched him silently and had nothing to say.

"Thank you." The first day of the new year took a piece of paper out and wiped the pen.

Yan Hang took the ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to him: "Return it to you."

It seemed a bit embarrassing to not answer the first day of the first year.

Yan Hang put the money directly in his pocket, turned and walked to the shore with difficulty.

The first day of the junior high school has been silently following behind him.

After climbing the riverside, Yan Hang sat on the stone bench next to him, staring at the black mud on his feet in a daze.

Chu Chu took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the pack of wet tissues that Yan Hang gave him yesterday, took two out, squatted in front of him, reached out and started to help him polish his shoes.

"Hey!" Yan Hang was startled, and quickly closed his feet, "What are you doing?"

"Help, help you, wipe, wipe." said the first day.

"No, no need," Yan Hang said, taking the tissue in his hand, "I can wipe it myself."

Looked at him on the first day.

"You..." Yan Hang grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "Sit down."

"This, pen," he was silent for a while on the first day of the new year, took out the pen again, took a wet towel and wiped it down, "Actually..."

"Is it going to send a girl?" Yan Hang asked while polishing his shoes.

There was no sound in the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him: "Tie a bow, it's a gift."

"Yeah." The first day of the new year looked a little downcast.

"Wash and change a bow and then send it off." Yan Hang said.

"No, no," said the first day of the month, "it's dirty."

"What's wrong," Yan Hang sighed, "She didn't see it again."

Looked at him on the first day.

Yan Hang stared at him.

Ten seconds later, Yan Hang squinted his eyes: "You are not going to give me away, are you?"

On the first day of the new year, he lowered his eyelids: "No now, no more."

Yan Hang never received a gift.

Without friends, there is no gift. Only the father will buy him things on his birthday, but he is very casual every time. Last year he received a pineapple with a sticky note on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome .

"I don't want that girly bow." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, looking at him with some surprise, and then quickly removed the upper bow, holding the pen hesitatingly and handing it to him.

Yan Hang took it over and took a look.

It's a new pen, but by looking at the style, I know that I bought it at least five years ago. I don't know if this is a souvenir from the first year of junior high school.

He took out his phone and posted a Weibo.

When the live broadcast started, several fans who were more free than him were there.

-It seems that Xiaotian is extremely boring today

-I'm more boring, I caught up with both times

"I received a gift." Yan Hang pointed the camera to the pen in his hand.

-Hand by hand

-It's been a long time since I saw beautiful hands!

-When will we broadcast live cooking again? I want to watch

"That kid gave it away." Yan Hang said.

-Poor little boy?

-Ahhh!The pen given by Poor?

"Yes," Yan Hang shook his pen, "Just... got it."

-Is Little Poor beside me?

-Did Brother Xiaotian really cover him in the future?

-Can you see what he looks like?I haven't seen it clearly

-Yeah, can you take a look

"You..." Yan Hang turned his head and looked at the first day of the junior high school. "Do you mind showing off?"

"Straight, broadcast?" asked in a soft voice on the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Many people, too many?" asked again on the first day of the new year.

"Not much." Yan Hang looked at the screen.

"You are straight, live, no, people watch?" The first day of the junior high school was a little curious.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Why, what?" The first day also looked at the screen.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to discuss my live broadcast in front of my fans during my live broadcast?" Yan Hangle.

"It's not there anyway, no one watched it," said the first day.

A bunch of hahahahaha and 233333 were swiped on the screen.

"Damn, it's really reasonable," Yan Hang sighed, "Okay, no one is watching anyway, do you mind showing off? These young ladies talk about you every day."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang turned the phone to face the face of the first day of junior high school.

"Thank you." said the first day.

-!!!!!

-Handsome

-Little handsome guy!

Handsome?Yan Hang looked at the face on the screen of the first year of the junior high school, and... OK, the child is quite photogenic.