A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang eats irregularly, especially during the days when he is at home and his father is missing. He eats a bit when he wants to eat, and a bit when he is hungry.

It was very touching to be able to fall asleep on the sofa today, so when he woke up twice, he sang a lullaby in his heart, coaxing himself to sleep.

When he finally woke up, it was almost nine o'clock. He took a look at his mobile phone. There was no news on the first day of the new year, so he should have not missed the night run appointment.

When he made himself a sandwich and was ready to eat, he heard footsteps outside the door, leaned to the cat's eye and looked out, and saw the first one who was lowering his head and rubbing the soles of his shoes on the steps.

However, Yan Hang almost didn't recognize that this was the first year of the junior high school. It was not a school uniform that remained unchanged for thousands of years. He wore a set of sportswear.

Yan Hang didn't open the door directly, while eating a sandwich, he looked at the first day of the first year with interest from the cat's eyes.

On the first day of the first year, I didn’t know if I was stepping on shit. I rubbed the sole of my shoes on the steps for a minute. Finally, I leaned against the wall and pulled my foot up and looked at the sole.

After reading the soles of his shoes, he froze for a while, straightened up and pulled the sleeves of his jacket, bent over and pulled his trouser legs, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who." Yan Hang took a bite of the sandwich.

"The first day." The first day answered.

"Who is it in the first grade?" Yan Hang asked.

"Come and take you, go to see, see a doctor." said the first day.

"Get off," Yan Hangle was happy, and his reaction was surprisingly fast in the first year of junior high. "I want to see something."

"Loss, amnesia," the first day of the new year replied solemnly, "open, door, don't hide, avoid doctors."

Yan Hang smiled and opened the door: "Have you never had a chance to play idiots? If you catch someone, I will be ridiculous."

"Yeah," Chu nodded, and looked at the sandwich in his hand. "Want to run, do you still eat?"

"Who knows when you will come," Yan Hang said, "I haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Then..." Hesitated on the first day of the new year, "Why don't you go for a walk?"

"It's okay," Yan Hang drank, "Just a small sandwich. It's too small to be rejected by the cat when it is fed to the cat."

She stood at the door and smiled on the first day.

"Come in first, I'll change my clothes." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." The first day of the day responded but did not move.

"Did you step on shit?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"No." said the first day.

"Then what's the matter with you," Yan Hang said, "I just watched you rubbing at the door forever."

"You steal, peek, me?" Chu Yi was a little surprised.

"Well, what's the matter," Yan Hang nodded, "I watched it for a long time."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, sighed, and looked down at his shoes: "I rubbed, rubbed, rubbed the sole of my shoe, and made a hole."

"You didn't have a hole," Yan Hang said, "You have a hole... My pair of shoes are there, you can try it, your broken shoes don't run away again later Up."

"Yeah." He hesitated on the first day of the first year, took off his shoes, took the pair of shoes next to him, and put on one.

"Is it big?" Yan Hang asked, "I have insoles here."

"A little bit." said the first day.

Yan Hang didn't say a word, went back to the room and flipped through it, found a pair of insoles and gave it to the first day of the junior high school: "This one is quite thick. If it doesn't work, just add another pair."

"Poor, not much." The first day of the junior high school was a little embarrassed.

Yan Hang looked at the shoes he had replaced. Although the shoes were quite old, the soles were still thick, so there were holes in them?

"Didn't you say you have new shoes?" He picked up the shoe that had been pulled up and looked at the sole before the first year of the new year.

"It's been a half, half a year," said softly on the first day of the day, "it seems to be small, small."

"Your feet can grow so much in half a year?" Yan Hang put down the shoes. The soles of the shoes were worn out, but the reason for the holes should be that they stepped on something or stopped suddenly.

This waste is probably thrown away again.

On the first day of the new year, he sighed again: "When I buy it, I have it. It's a little bit small."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Discount," explained the first day of junior high school.

"Your mother is saving money to buy an aircraft carrier, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Probably buy a house." said the first day.

"Oh," Yan Hang was speechless, "I change my clothes."

When he changed his sportswear and came out, he had already put on his shoes on the first day of the new year. It looked okay, but... Yan Hang watched him pull up a bit of his trouser legs.

"Are these pants..." Yan Hang said halfway, and saw his sleeves again. "Are you not buying this outfit at a discount?"

"My legs are too, too long." Chu stretched out his leg in front of him.

Yan Hang smiled: "What's the use of being long? How long can you be if you are a unified person."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and looked over his head.

"Why?" Yan Hang walked over, probably reaching his chest on the first day of the new year, "I am 183, do you want to compare with me?"

"You are born, you will be 183?" said the first day of the new year, "awesome."

"Believe it or not, I will smoke you." Yan Hang pointed at him.

"Thank you." Chuyi smiled.

"Thank you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

On the first day of the new year, he looked down at the shoes on his feet, then bent down and slapped his trouser legs down.

"You might as well just pull it up, it's not cold now," Yan Hang squatted down and pulled his trouser legs up to near his calf. "The same goes for your sleeves."

"Huh?" Chuyi didn't understand.

Yan Hang took his hand and pushed the sleeves of both his hands up: "This way, you won't be able to see that it is too small."

"Oh." Chuyi suddenly realized with a look.

"Let's go, run." Yan Hang said.

There was a hand injury on the first day of the junior high school, but he didn't ask too much. Anyway, he was chased by someone, ran away or didn't run away.

This is the life of the first year of junior high school. He is a passer-by and can manage much.

If he hadn't seen being bullied on the first day of the new year for a few days, only once in a while, he might not remember seeing such a scene in half an hour.

He took him on the first day of the junior high school. He didn't run in the same direction he usually walked in and out, and it was a fork in the opposite road.

Yan Hang ran side by side with him. Here, he only walked around once when he first arrived. After two intersections, there were fewer people on the road, and people began to see runners on the sidewalk.

"You..." Yan Hang turned his head and found that he could be three steps away from him on the first day of the new year. Next to the wall, the sidewalk was narrow before it was not obvious. The sidewalk in this section was very wide, and half of it was a bicycle lane. Aside.

"Huh?" Xiaoyi responded.

Yan Hang reached out and grabbed the clothes on his shoulders and pulled him out: "Do you usually run this way?"

"Yes," the first day of the new year pointed to the front, "be in front, turn face to face, run in circles."

Yan Hang was amused: "Those who don't know think you can't breathe after five minutes of running."

"I'm still, I can still jump." The first day of the new year seemed to be in a good mood, and he ran forward while talking.

"How are these shoes?" Yan Hang asked.

"Comfortable," said the first day, "really, so comfortable."

Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the first grade, I can see that I ran a lot. In addition, I always ran away or went home in a hurry. I ran three laps with Yan Hang and adjusted my breathing well without panting.

It was the first time for Yan Hang to run with someone. Normally, he would feel awkward if someone approached him, but today he felt okay.

I ran silently and happily for most of the first day of junior high school, occasionally saying a word or two.

Not so lonely anymore.

After running quickly and slowly for half an hour, they stopped and walked along the road.

"I invite you to drink, water." said the first day.

"I ask you," Yan Hang said, "you can't even afford two bowls of noodles."

"It's okay today," said the first day of the year with a smile, "distributed pocket money."

"How much?" Yan Hang asked.

"Enough for you to drink, water." Chu Yi patted his pants pocket.

"I don't drink white water," Yan Hang raised his eyebrows, "I want to drink sweet, iced black tea."

"No question, question." He raised his eyebrows on the first grade, "Yes, it's money."

On the first day of the new year, I went to the small supermarket next to him and bought two bottles of iced black tea, and took him to the chair next to the green belt to sit down.

"Big money." Yan Hang unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

"No, it's a very big one," said the first day.

Yan Hang laughed for a long time, and after drinking two more sips of ice black tea, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be water flashes on the railing in front.

"Isn't it? Is this the river?" He stood up and walked to the railing. There was a river, but it was obviously cleaner and more water than the tree hole.

"Well," walked over on the first day of the new year, stepped to sit on the railing, "this is up, upstream."

"Then why don't you go here and find a tree hole to talk." Yan Hang leaned against the railing.

"Many people." said the first day.

"Not everyone..." Yan Hang glanced at him, "They will bully you."

"Get used to it." Chuyi smiled.

"Actually, I don't like places with too many people," Yan Hang said, "except when working."

"You, why not, don't go to school anymore?" asked the first day.

"Basically I haven't been there," Yan Hang said, "I won't stay anywhere anyway."

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak for a long time.

Yan Hang flicked a cigarette out of his pocket and held it in his mouth. When he touched the lighter again, he touched a steel screw. He took it out and looked at it and smiled: "First day of the new year."

"Huh?" Chuyi looked at him.

"I'll make you a magic trick," Yan Hang said. "My dad taught me the magic trick to pick up girls."

"Bubbles, are you here?" asked the first day of the month.

Yan Hang looked at him.

"No?" said the first day.

Yan Hang sighed.

"Then me, nor is it, girl." said the first day.

"I said I would make you a magic trick, did I fucking say I'm going to get you?" Yan Hang said.

"Then," Chu Yi said with a smile, "you do, when you do, you mean, I want to do, do you?"

"Do you know why you are stuttering?" Yan Hang said.

"I know," Chu nodded, "Too, I owe you."

"Shut up if you know it!" Yan Hang stretched out his hand, took off the ring on his little finger, and gently made a fist with the back of his hand up, and put the steel pin between his fingers, "open your eyes and look."

"Okay." The first day of the month stared at that Gang Yonger intently.

Yan Hang moved his fingers lightly, and Gang Juner turned from between the index finger and middle finger to between the middle finger and the ring finger. With a slight movement, Gang Juner turned between the ring finger and the little finger again.

"Me, too," said the first day of the new year, "not yet, not slow, move."

Yan Hang glanced at him, did not speak, and accelerated his speed. Gang Jun'er turned back all the way continuously, and when he saw that he was about to speak, he pointed to the first day.

He closed his mouth on the first day of the new year and continued to stare.

Gang Ju'er rolled back and forth faster and faster between his fingers, then Yan Hang shook his hand, and Gang Ju'er disappeared from his little finger.

Yan Hang was a little surprised when his reaction was approaching on the first day of the junior high. He grabbed Yan Hang's wrist and put his finger in his cuff to touch it.

"Is there?" Yan Hang raised his mouth.

"No," Chu Yi looked at him, "I am, shouldn't I ask, go, where did you go?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Go, where is it?" asked the first day.

Yan Hang slammed his hand in front of him, his finger was wrong, and Gang Juner was sandwiched between his index finger and middle finger: "Here."

"Wow!" yelled on the first day of the month, then added after a pause, "I don't, it's not acting."

"Do it again?" Yan Hang looked at him.

Nodded at first.

Yan Hang picked up his sleeves, exposed his arms, and put the steel peg between his fingers.

Just when he was about to stare at him intently on the first day of the new year, he shook his hand, and Gang Juner disappeared.

"Hey?" The first day of the year was stunned.

"Quickly ask." Yan Hang patted his hands and turned his palms to him.

"Where did you go?" The first day of the new year didn't even bother to stutter.

Yan Hang stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on his chest. When he turned his palm, Gang Juer was already lying in the palm of his hand: "Here."

"You, make so much, girl," Chu Yi looked at Gang Yuner and touched his chest, "Will be beaten, right?"

Yan Hang didn't speak, took out a band-aid in his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it to his mouth.

On the first day of the new year, he touched his mouth and laughed.

"Do you see how it changed this time?" Yan Hang asked.

Shaking his head on the first day.

"That's right, I can't see clearly," Yan Hang tossed the steel he had thrown away, "Do you know why?"

Continue to shake his head on the first day.

"Because it is not an ordinary steel pin, it is a..." Yan Hang said, "the steel pin is fine."

On the first day of the new year, I was stunned, and then tore off the band-aids from my mouth. I laughed wildly, and my voice went off.

"Fart," Yan Hang smiled at him, "Here."

Chu looked at him with joy: "Huh?"

"This is for you," Yan Hang said, "My dad always tells me that Gang Juner is a talisman, because it is everywhere and everywhere."

The first time I was out of breath, I stared at it for a while after receiving Gang Yonger before raising his eyes: "Really?"

"Really." Yan Hang nodded.

"You are, you are not," the first day of the month said softly, "Here too, stay, can't stay, how long."

Yan Hang didn't say a word, and patted him on the shoulder.

He didn't speak any more in the first year of the junior high school, put the steel into his pocket, and squeezed again through the clothes.

As he walked back slowly, Chu Chu took a handful of steel rods out of his pocket: "Steel, you are fine with them."

"Well, Jing Erjing," Yan Hang said.

Turning his head on the first day: "Yan Hang."

"What happened?" Yan Hang asked.

"Where did you come from?" asked the first day.

"From many places." Yan Hang smiled.

"Then you are, where are you from?" asked the first day.

Yan Hang looked at him. This question was not particularly easy to answer. He didn't even have a place name in his mind like many people's conditioned reflexes.

"Hometown, yes, where?" The first day of the junior high school probably thought he didn't understand.

"Hometown," Yan Hang took a breath, looked up at the night sky, and slowly vomited out, "I am my hometown."

When we broke up at the intersection, the first day of the new year took out the steel again: "You still have it, do you? Jing?"

"Be more civilized." Yan Hang said.

"Steel bead is fine." said the first day.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, "So it's a talisman, it's everywhere."

"Well," put the steel pin back at the beginning, "good night."

"Good night." Yan Hang said.

When Yan Hang returned home, his father was not there, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw an envelope on the table.

Dad came back and left again.

He is very familiar with this envelope. The edges of the paper are shaved and the four corners are curled. Every time he sees this envelope, he feels flustered.

"I haven't returned for half a month, you just open it." Dad said.

Over the years, he had seen this envelope several times, although every time his dad returned within half a month, he never had a chance to open it.

But he didn't want to open it, or even see it.

Yan Hang took an English book that he wouldn't read for the time being, opened it, clamped the envelope in, and stuffed it under the coffee table.

The less you can hide, the better.

When I got home on the first day of the new year, there were only my mother and grandma with a cigarette in the living room.

"Where did the shoes come from?" Mom saw the shoes on his feet at a glance.

"Classmate's." Chu Chu took off a pair of shoes.

"New or old?" Mom came over, picked up her shoes and looked at it, "Yo still double NB."

"Well," said the first one, "the old one."

"So what about that pair?" Mom looked at him.

"The soles are off, they are off," the first day of the month said softly.

Those shoes shouldn't be thrown away, they should be brought back. Grandma sells ragged children every month, and she has a pill box, but he really can't take them back in front of Yan Hang.

"How much did it cost?" Mom asked immediately.

"Ten yuan." said the first day.

"At least I can sell it for 15! It's made of rubber," my mother frowned, "Forget it, ten yuan is ten yuan, you keep your pocket money."

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

"Let's say it, let's be a prodigal thing!" Grandma was dissatisfied with her cigarette, "Ten yuan! Ten yuan is enough for what!"

"Your pile of cartons can't sell for ten yuan," the mother said irritably, "you bite money and money all day long!"

"I don't bite the money, you give me money? Are you rich? You don't need to listen to me when you buy a house!" Grandma pointed to his mother.

"I ran off two construction sites yesterday," my mother sat back on the sofa, "now the house price is crazy, and the houses in Hexi are almost 20,000 yuan!"

"Don't worry about the houses in the city, the suburbs! The county! Nowhere! His dad has a car and is convenient for commuting," grandma tutted, "did you see Erping bought a house in Hexi, you have to follow along? Buy it there."

"Fart!" Mom said.

"She also relied on her father to get her money, look at it, sooner or later, she will be defeated." Grandma said.

"I think so." Mom took a sip of tea.

On the first day of the new year, I got down on the desk, took out the phone, and turned the screen to the darkest level, trying to prevent my mother and grandma from being aware of their existence.

He opened WeChat with difficulty and entered the circle of friends in ten thousand years. After another three thousand years, he finally saw the content of the circle of friends.

Fortunately, the circle of friends of Xingtian's little brother today is the first one.

It's still an advanced English circle of friends who don't understand.

With a picture.

It took a few times at the beginning to make sure that this is a completely black picture, not that it was not loaded.

-The fear from deep within