A Lucky Coin

"Why is it so exaggerated?" Yan Hang took a bite of pizza.

To be honest, they have been to a lot of places, but they have seen old women with their pipes in their arms open when the weather is hot, and they have also seen those who pull their hair and trousers during a fight, but they have to be shirtless during a fight. never seen it.

"I don't know, if she doesn't have a shirtless, I will go over and join in the fun..." Dad didn't finish speaking, and glanced at the first day of the new year.

Dad is an old fox, and any small emotional reaction since he was young can't escape Dad's eyes. He immediately knew that he might have known this old lady on the first day of junior high.

And now on the first day of the first day of the day, holding a piece of pizza and taking a hard bite and chewing in his mouth, it is obvious that it is not just a simple understanding.

Yan Hang immediately remembered the old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows painted white.

...This is very embarrassing.

He met his father, and when he was about to turn the subject off, he finally swallowed the pizza on the first day of the new year and said softly, "That's me, grandma."

Yan Hang really couldn't take these words, he looked at his father.

"Your grandma?" Dad had to bite the bullet and stepped forward, "Then your grandma... your personality is very hot, and the female middle school... a hero."

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at his father and suddenly smiled.

"Haha." Dad also laughed awkwardly.

"No, it's okay," the first day of the month took a bite of pizza, "I know and know her."

"Oh." Dad responded.

"Is she always like this?" Yan Hang simply stopped walking in circles and asked directly.

Nodded at first.

Yan Hang didn't say anything. He seemed to understand the character of Junior One and why he was bullied. This kind of grandma's behavior of being shirtless at every disagreement must be a very important reason.

"Does she have a mental problem?" Yan Hang thought for a while and asked.

"No," shook his head on the first day of the new year. "She is just the hero, Jie."

Dad couldn't help but laughed.

The first day of junior high also smiled.

"There are some things, you have to grow up to think through." Dad said.

Chuyi raised his eyes and looked at him.

"For example, you are yourself first." Dad said.

I didn't speak on the first day of the new year and took another bite of pizza.

After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news. There will be a music festival in two days, so I can join in the fun."

"Where?" Yan Hang asked.

"What square?" Dad said.

"What is what?" Yan Hang asked while eating.

"...I didn't remember." Dad replied.

"I know, I know." said the first day.

Yan Hang turned to look at him.

After waiting for a long time on the first day of the first day of the first day, I didn’t speak any more, and after eating a piece of pizza seriously, I glanced at him, then he was stunned: "Huh?"

"What a shit?" Yan Hang was a little speechless, "What's next?"

"Wh, what?" He still looked at him on the first day of the junior high school.

"He just tells you that he knows what square it is," Dad couldn't stop happily on the side, "what to ask for, what to ask for."

"Then? What square? Where is it? How to get there?" Yan Hang asked in a series, "Or are you taking me there?"

"Okay." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang didn't say anything, and it took a long time to give him a thumbs up.

"The kid is very interesting." Dad said with a smile.

After eating, Yan Hang leaned on the chair and pulled a piece of paper towel and slowly wiped his fingers.

On the first day of the new year, I looked around the table, stood up, and packed the plates and bowls on the table with lightning speed.

Yan Hang and Dad didn't have the habit of tidying up immediately after eating, they would froze for a while and reminisce about this wonderful meal.

They had never seen the speed of the new era in the first year of the junior high school, and they had not had time to stop them. They had already entered the kitchen in the first year of junior high school with a stack of dishes.

"Junior first day!" Yan Hang got up and followed up into the kitchen, "Just leave it there."

"Smoothly." After a brief answer in the first year of the new year, he unscrewed the faucet of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.

Yan Hang walked over and leaned against the wall and looked at him: "Relax, this is my house, not yours."

On the first day of the new year, I washed the dishes quickly, and after a while, he said softly, "Xi, I'm used to it."

Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went out.

"You want to be shameless," Dad looked at him, "Just let the guests wash the dishes? Even if you don't do it, you won't even be watching?"

"I'm afraid he will throw the bowl when he is nervous," Yan Hang said.

"A very interesting kid, let the family grow up like this," Dad sighed, "If this is my son..."

Dad glanced at him and sighed: "It doesn't seem to be well raised?"

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "So don't always praise yourself."

"Is he staying here this afternoon?" Dad asked.

"I shouldn't be able to stay anymore. I have to run home every time I arrive," Yan Hang whispered. "It's fine if I bought the oil today and didn't send it back. I didn't even go home to eat. It is estimated that I will be cleaned up when I go back."

"Hey," Dad sighed, and the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and took a look, "I'll go out."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

Yan Hang was sitting on the window sill and watching the street outside when he washed the dishes and came out on the first day of the junior high.

"It's done." He walked over to Yan Hang and said.

"Thanks," Yan Hang said, "You didn't go home for dinner, are you okay?"

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

Yan Hang turned his head and glanced at him, and found that he was also looking out.

"Sit down?" Yan Hang gave way to the side and made room for him to come out.

I jumped and sat up on the first day.

The two sat in the street and chatted for a while, and turned to look at him on the first day of the first day: "What, what, what..."

"Quack." Yan Hang said.

The first day of the new year was stunned and laughed.

"Hey?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ji, Dao," Chu Yi said with a smile, "Your name is..."

"My fucking name is not Yan Jidao," Yan Hang said, "Don't listen to my dad's nonsense, he doesn't say anything serious all day long."

"Oh," still smiling on the first day of the new year, "Uncle is very good and fun."

"Not bad." Yan Hang said.

"No, my dad doesn't speak too much," said the first day of the month.

"Then you are poor, where did you inherit it?" Yan Hang asked.

"Maybe, it was." The first day of the junior high school was very serious.

Yan Hang smiled and said, "You are funny, or so..."

"No, no one told me to speak." said the first day.

"Oh." Yan Hang replied, touching a cigarette and dangling it.

I hadn’t touched the lighter in my pocket for a long time. I was about to look back to see if I threw it on the coffee table. On the first day of the new year, I had already retracted my legs and turned and jumped off the windowsill. I took the lighter on the coffee table and gave it he.

"Fuck," Yan Hang couldn't help it. "Are you a long-term worker at home?"

"My mother is pretty, very busy. When I go home, I'm tired and tired." She didn't jump on the window sill again on the first day of the year, and lay her arms on the window sill.

Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"That's..." On the first day of the new year, pointing to the street, "Are your shoes, shoes?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he had placed next to the trash can. "Yes."

"No, do you want it?" Chu Yi looked at him, seeming a little surprised.

"It's dirty," Yan Hang said, "it's too old anymore, it's been worn for a year."

"NB, it's a pity." Chu Yi's tone was full of distress.

Yan Hang glanced at the door. He was wearing the old pair of stall shoes on the first day of the new year, but... he checked it visually, and he probably couldn't wear his shoes.

"Otherwise," Yan Hang took out his mobile phone, "the first day of the junior high school, you..."

Those little girls like the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day. It is estimated that a pair of shoes will also come out.

Not only the shoes were so old in the first year of the junior high school, but the clothes on the body were always school uniforms, and some areas were washed transparently.

"No, no," the first year of junior high school responded quickly to understand what he meant, and reached out to stop him, "no."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"I have, I have shoes, new ones," said the first day of the month.

"Then you wear these pairs every day?" Yan Hang said.

"It's not bad," he smiled and immediately added, "I will change it tomorrow."

Yan Hang didn't insist anymore, but he didn't quite understand, "Do your parents have a job?"

"Yes," Chu nodded, "but my mother went to work, the water station, the water station, closed down, my dad opened the car and drove."

"Then it shouldn't be..." Yan Hang didn't understand even more, "How can I drive a few thousand yuan a month?"

"Well," he held his chin on the first day of the new year, "I also think, it doesn't make sense."

Yan Hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang on the first grade.

He straightened up abruptly as if he was frightened, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket for a while. After pulling it for a long time, the mobile phone connected to the phone reluctantly.

"Hello?" He whispered.

Yan Hang saw that it was Dad on the caller ID.

"I'm at the same classmate's house," it seemed easy to talk to his father on the first day of the junior high school. "Eat, eat...buy oil, buy it, I'll go back soon."

After hanging up the phone, there was no time to explain to him on the first day of the year, so he turned around and ran to the door.

"Call you home?" Yan Hang jumped off the window sill.

"Well," Xiaoyi smiled at him a little apologetically, "My mother was born and was angry."

"...I'll accompany you back," Yan Hang was a little bit upset, after all, he asked the first one to come home to drink oil, "may I explain to your mother?"

"No, it's okay," he put on his shoes and picked up oil on the first day of the new year, "rest assured."

Yan Hang still said something behind him, he didn't hear clearly, and hurried away with the oil drum. After making sure that Yan Hang could not see him, he ran.

Dad is back, it’s okay to go back now, Dad will speak for him.

My mother probably wouldn't say anything. Under normal circumstances, except for asking him to do things, my mother would treat him as non-existent. Grandma was the one who worried him the most.

When he turned the corner and ran to the building of his house, someone came out on a bicycle and brushed past him. The person in the car suddenly kicked him.

Unprepared on the first day of the new year, with oil in his hand, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Oh, the stake is so unstable?" the person in the car said.

I was a little surprised when I heard this sound on the first day of the junior high school, turned his head and took a look, and confirmed that this was Liang Bing who would go around when he was young.

Except for his grandmother, probably no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. On the first day of the new year, he always felt that he had not gone to jail until he was in his twenties.

However, Liang Bing hadn't come back for two or three years. He always thought that Liang Bing would never show up again. He didn't expect to hit him again without any preparation.

"Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a grin.

He spoke on the first day of the new year, got up, patted his pants, and ran forward with oil.

"I'll play with you in two days!" Liang Bing shouted from behind while laughing.

When he took the key on the first day of the new year, he realized that his left palm had broken a large piece of skin when he was supporting the ground. He raised his hand and looked at his sleeve with a little nervousness, showing a hole in the elbow.

He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and gently opened the door.

The room is dark and there are no windows in the living room, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as you don't turn on the lights, you can't see things clearly.

He entered the room, before his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, he heard his grandmother's voice.

"You fucking come back!"

On the first day of the new year, he raised his arm reflexively, but he still couldn't stop a plastic cup filled with water that my grandma smashed over. The forehead was hit with pain.

Fortunately, it's not the stainless steel made by Grandpa.

"It's normal to go to a classmate’s house for a meal," Dad walked out of the kitchen, before blocking him and grandma, and took the oil drum in his hand. "Next time you don’t come back for dinner, remember to tell the family. One cry."

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.

"Waiting for him to buy oil! He went out to eat it!" Grandma came over, pushed his father away, and slapped him on the back.

"You can do it!" Mom shouted, "I'm addicted to hitting people!"

"What's the matter! You are still taking care of your mother!" Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "You won't teach me to teach for you, you are still shaking with me!"

Mom smashed the cup in her hand on the table and entered the room.

"Come on." Dad pulled the first day, trying to pull him into the house, but just unscrewed the door, Mom pushed it from the inside and closed the door again. Before Dad could screw it again, she was inside. Lock the lock upside down.

Dad hesitated, he had to turn around and pushed the first day into the kitchen and closed the door.

Grandma didn't break in, and stood outside the kitchen and started cursing.

"So are you. Why did you suddenly go to a classmate's house for dinner without saying a word." The father whispered.

He didn't say a word on the first day of the new year, so he didn't want to talk about his grandma quarreling with others on the street.

"I bought you clothes for a while..." Dad glanced at the kitchen door. The momentum when grandma's voice came in made the door seem to be non-existent, "I will give it to you after your grandma scolded."

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.

My dad has a good temper, or... I don’t know how to sum up my dad’s character in the first year. Anyway, since childhood, he never saw his dad getting angry. He always tried in vain to persuade and calm people. But they are always helpless.

Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, just standing in the kitchen with my dad on the first day of the new year.

It wasn't until grandma was tired and tired of scolding and grandpa began to pick faults on the TV series, that dad patted him on the shoulder: "I'll get your clothes to show you."

Nodded at first.

Dad went out and didn't move for a long time, so he probably couldn't enter the house.

On the first day of the new year, he turned and looked out the window. After waiting for a while, Dad returned to the kitchen with a plastic bag in his hand: "Come, try."

On the first day of the new year, I took the clothes out of the bag. It was a set of sweatshirts, light gray, and pretty good-looking.

He knew that the clothes had been bought when he shook it open, but he silently took off his school uniform jacket and put the clothes on his body.

"It seems... small?" Dad said awkwardly.

"It can be worn." Chu Yi pulled his sleeve.

The sleeves are short and the clothes are a bit short, but if you don't pull the zipper, you can wear it.

The pants are also short, and the legs cannot be bent, otherwise the trousers will be pulled up.

"My son's legs are too long." Dad said.

Lu Yi smiled.

Dad is the only person in the family who doesn’t scold him and beat him and will smile at him, but Dad doesn’t remember his birthday, or how many grades he was in. When others asked, he told others about him for three consecutive years. The son is in sixth grade.

So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised at all.

"Would you like to put the trouser legs here?" Dad said.

"No," said the first day of the month, "you can wear it, thank you, dad."

"Then... dress? Or change it first?" Dad asked.

"Wearing." Chuyi said, he didn't want to change clothes in the kitchen again.

Grandma sneered when she walked out of the kitchen.

On the first day of the new year, I walked to my grandma’s house. There was no one in that house at the moment. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. My mother shouted in the house: "Water!"

He turned around and poured a glass of water and took it into the room.

"Are you going to have dinner at your classmate's house today?" Mom asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would tell you to eat?" Mom asked again.

No answer in the first day of the new year.

"Be careful when someone puts you off. Maybe they will give you some medicine. You can pull it away in a while." Mom said with a frown.

On the first day of the new year, he turned and walked out and entered the next room.

Sitting on the small bed, he froze for a while, he bent over and took out a shoe box from under the bed.

Inside is a pair of sneakers, new ones, which my mother bought him during the Chinese New Year, because now these pairs have not been broken, he hasn't worn them.

-Have you been scolded?

Yan Hang sent a message to the first day of the junior high school and then lay on the sofa.

Tomorrow, I will go out to see if there is a suitable job.

He didn't care if the coffee shop was gone, but he still had to go out to find a job. One was that he didn't have much money, and the other was boring.

Dad didn't give him any money recently, so he probably didn't get any money.

But what Yan Hang cares more about is that today's father looks at his phone when he goes out, which is different from usual.

But he couldn't think of the difference. Of course, this kind of old fox wouldn't make it clear at a glance, but after all, they lived like this for so many years, and Yan Hang could still feel something wrong.

The uneasiness that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time grew a bit.

-No

The first day of the new year gave him a message back.

Yan Hang looked at the news and couldn't find a place to talk about it.

-Do you always run at night?

Another message came on the first day of the new year.

-Ok

Yan Hang looked at the news he returned, also in a state of chatting Tianer to death.

Fortunately, on the first day of the junior high school, he is a magical person with the ability to bring back the dead.

-I also often run at night

-You can see it, you can run

-Are you running today?I take you to run, I know where to run

-OK, what time, where

-I'll call you

-it is good

Yan Hang waited for a while. He was not talking on the first day of the new year, so he put down the phone.

I just adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, the phone rang again.

-Are your shoes still there?

-....I went to see

Yan Hang got up helplessly. The obsession of the first pair of these shoes made him have the urge to pick them up, wash them and continue wearing them.

-Still

-Can you pick it up?

Yan Hang stared at this line for a long time, gritted his teeth one last time, opened the door and walked out.

There are a lot of people coming and going on the street, he can only make a quick fight, at this time, the longer the time spent grinding next to the trash can, the more noticeable.

However, I walked in a big step, picked up my shoes, and walked away. It didn't look very beautiful, as several people watched it.

Look at it!These are my own shoes!

Yan Hang returned to the house and threw the shoes on the ground, and said to the first day of the year: "I picked it up."

-Do you really want it?

"No, just say what you are going to do," Yan Hang said. "It's not easy for me to go out and pick it up."

-If you don't want it, give it to me

Yan Hang wanted to say that you might wear too much, but in the end he didn't say that adding an insole would be better than his current pair.

-OK, you come to get it at night

-Okay thank you

Looking at this serious reply on the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang fell back on the sofa: "Ah..."