A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang's mood is indeed not very good. To be precise, his mood is very easy to be bad, and he may be down after 20 minutes of staying.

His emotions are so delicate that he generally doesn't dare to mess with it.

After I said that sentence today, I thought I could relax a lot, at least I threw the question in front of my dad, instead of the years before, they both tacitly avoided talking, and tacitly ignored the card. This thorn between them.

But it was not easy, but a bit of resistance and anxiety were added.

"Why didn't you go back to eat?" Yan Hang looked at the freshman who was concentrating on cutting meat.

"I would like to invite you to eat, here." Chu Yi lowered his eyelids.

"Then why didn't you say it yesterday, why didn't you say it in the morning?" Yan Hang asked.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and put a steak into his mouth, pretending to chew deeply.

"Is it blocked by someone?" Yan Hang tutted twice.

"No," shook his head on the first day of the month, "to prevent it from being blocked."

"Is that Li Dahao?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him: "Sub."

"Oh." Yan Hang really didn't remember the name too much, thinking it was Xiao Miscellaneous One.

"It's not him," said the first day of the month, "he doesn't, use hiding."

"That's another call?" Yan Hang sighed.

"Next door, in the building," said the first day of the day, "missing bastard, bastard back, back."

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while, he asked, "Is it troublesome for you?"

"If you see me, you can think about it, want to find it, and have fun." The first day of the first year was quite calm, "Look, it's okay if you don't see it."

"Never mind your classmates' trash," Yan Hang said, "If this person is bothering you, tell me."

"You fight, fight," took a sip of the drink on the first day of the new year, "too, win?"

"I haven't lost," Yan Hang smiled, "I call my dad when I think I'm going to lose."

"Huh? Uncle, uncle will help you fight and fight?" The first day of junior high school was a little surprised.

"Well," Yan Hang leaned back in his chair and raised his head, "We are too boring sometimes."

Yan Hang hadn't seen the gangster mentioned on the first day of the new year, but when he went to the small supermarket to buy food after work, he could recognize the person from the crowd at a glance.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been to too many places and I’ve seen too many people. What kind of person will have what kind of look and temperament. Just pay attention to it and you will find out, but ordinary people are in a hurry. Will stop and look around.

This bastard is a tall and thin man, squatting on the side of the road and smoking with a few friends, looking no different from the idle youth.

But Yan Hang took a look when he walked past them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.

As if screaming in unison, watch the fart, come and fight!

Yan Hang retracted his gaze and went into the supermarket.

It's normal for such a gangster to hide in the first grade, which is not in the same order of magnitude as his junior high school students who are studying in a strictly managed school.

This kind of person can't survive in silence in the first grade.

It was early to get off work today. Yan Hang went home after buying vegetables and checked the time. It happened that it was almost time to come home from school on the first day of the junior year.

He looked out the window.

"What?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone, and took the time to ask him, "Look at the first day of the new year?"

"He might have trouble coming back at this time," Yan Hang said.

"Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "Daxia Yan."

"You pick up the rice and cook the rice first," Yan Hang looked back at him, "I have rice today. I will fry two dishes in a while."

"I want to eat Western food." Dad said.

"You just say you don't want to cook." Yan Hang said.

"Our prince is smart," Dad laughed, "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"I want to eat stir-fried vegetables." Yan Hang insisted.

"Fine, I will go cooking if I lose," Dad said, "You forgot to buy wine."

"Well, I'm going to buy it now." Yan Hang glanced out the window again, opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, there were sporadic students passing by in the neighborhood. Yan Hang looked at the supermarket. The bastard was no longer squatting there, and he was walking towards the street with a few friends.

The walking posture made Yan Hang very unpleasant, like a crab with a lame leg, for fear that he would not be seen if he walked with his legs a little bit.

Two boys who looked like high school students passed by them, and the crab bounced a cigarette butt into one of the faces.

The boy turned his head a little annoyed, and the crabs immediately turned around. They could see that they were in high spirits. As long as the opponent resisted a little bit, they would pounce on them.

The boy's classmate gave him a hand, and the two left.

The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy, and continued to move forward with his legs swearing in his mouth.

Yan Hang came to the street earlier than the others. At this moment, more students came home slowly. Yan Hang was looking for the first grade among these students.

The students in the group don't need to look at them. They are only in the first grade when they are bullied. The Li Zihao team hasn't bothered him these days, so he must be alone.

But after watching for a long time, I didn't see the first day of the new year.

If it wasn't that he hadn't come here yet, it could only be because he was too short to see him.

The crab also arrived at the end of the street, leaning on the street sign post and chatting with people.

The entrance to the street was quite wide. Yan Hang was standing here, but the crab didn't see it.

When I was about to make a call to ask about the first year of junior high school, the phone rang and news came in.

It was sent over on the first day of the new year.

-Why are you standing there?

Yan Hang raised his eyebrows, this kid was invisible?

He raised his eyes and looked around. The intersection was a T-shaped intersection, and the bustling road that came out was a lot of people and cars. On the first day of the new year, he could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn’t see it for a long time. Find.

"Are you invisible?" Yan Hang made a voice.

-I'm behind the tree

tree?Yan Hang was stunned. There was a row of trees across the road. When he saw the fourth tree one by one, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind the tree and shook.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang couldn't help but smile, put the phone back in his pocket, and crossed the road.

On the first day of the new year, he didn’t want to have a conflict with Crab. As long as Crab didn’t take the initiative to make trouble, Yan Hang didn’t plan to do it for him. So after crossing the street, Yan Hang stood by the tree and looked ahead at the shop window on the roadside. .

"How long will you stay here?" he asked.

"I won't wait for you, I'm leaving early." Chu's face was at the tree.

"Where are you going?" Yan Hang asked.

"Go around, go as far away as possible," the first day of the day turned his head and looked at him, "you buy, buy groceries?"

"After buying it, come out for a walk," Yan Hang said, "Let's go, let's see how to get around."

On the first day of the new year, he didn't speak, and he showed an eye from behind the tree to look at the opposite crab, then turned and walked along the road.

Yan Hang followed: "Is there a supermarket here? I'm going to buy wine later."

"Yes, let me take you there." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang followed the first half of a circle around this residential area and returned to the road they always passed when they were running.

"This is where you come around?" He looked around.

"God, strange." said the first day, and pointed to the side, "supermarket."

"You hide back and forth every day, when are you tall?" Yan Hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.

"Graduate, just do it," Chu Yi smiled, "I'm going to work."

"We are not allowed to recruit child labor now," Yan Hang said, "you can only get a false certificate, but if you look like this, you will be a minor, so you definitely can't."

"Ah." Chu Yi was stunned.

"I went to high school anyway," Yan Hang said, "any kind of vocational high school will do."

"Yes, it makes sense." It seemed to be a little excited in the first year of the junior high school. "If you take a middle school, you are far away from the college. No, no one knows me. I'm fine."

"What do you want to learn?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, I know." The first day of junior high school didn't seem to care much about what to learn.

Yan Hang felt that as long as he could leave his current environment, it wouldn't matter if he let him learn to carry a big bag.

After wandering in pleasant imagination for a while on the first day of the junior high school, he fumbled something out of his pocket: "Here you, look."

"Show it to me?" Yan Hang took it, "I thought it was for me, you stutter very skillfully."

"This is too shabby for you," said the first day.

Yan Hang looked at the small object in his hand. It was a small black stone, which was ground into a hexagon, but it was actually polished very finely.

"Awesome," Yan Hang scratched the stone with his nails, which was quite hard, "What is it for?"

"On the ground." said the first day.

"...Squatting on the ground?" Yan Hang was surprised, "You have a lot of time."

"After grinding, one week, self-study." Chuyi smiled.

"What material is the classroom floor of your school?" Yan Hang asked.

"Outside, outside," said the first day of junior high school, "I didn't study by myself. When I was a teacher, I would go out."

"Oh." Yan Hang replied, almost able to guess why this happened on the first day of the new year.

"Are you happy?" Hesitated when asked on the first day of the new year.

"Don't you tell me not to give it to me." Yan Hang said.

"Beat it again, polish it a bit, and it will look better." The first day of the first day scratched his head.

"Then give it to me if you finish it," Yan Hang said, "I will drill my eye as an anklet."

"Okay." Chu Yi nodded happily, and then glanced at his ankle.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang grabbed his trouser legs and lifted them, revealing his ankles, "Perfect. A wine bottle cap looks good."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year and applauded him.

"Pick you," Yan Hang pointed at him and patted him on the shoulder again, "It's safe to go, go home quickly."

After waving goodbye to the first day of the day, Yan Hang's mood slid all the way without waiting to turn the corner, shrinking nervously at the bottom of the valley.

But when he returned home with a wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables. The smell of rice was already in the house, and he felt at ease.

This kind of tension and relaxation is a bit uncontrollable.

"Can you make another meatloaf, baby?" Dad asked.

"Okay." Yan Hang put the wine on the table and entered the kitchen.

"Add curry--" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.

"Good—" Yan Hang replied.

I don’t know when he started to like cooking, Chinese and Western food is good, standing at the counter and looking at the ingredients in front of him, who tastes what kind of taste, who will have what kind of aroma when being with whom, who Plus, who will have what kind of color and what kind of taste you want can be predicted and controlled.

Compared with many other things, it is simpler and clearer.

It’s quite easy to make stir-fry today. He made three dishes and one soup before he was young and put it on the table.

Curry patties, three cups of chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, all meat except for a seaweed egg drop soup.

Dad took two glass tea cups and poured a full glass of wine.

Yan Hang sat down and just put a piece of spare ribs in his mouth. Dad over there had already picked up the cup and took a gulp of wine.

"Slow down." He glanced at his father.

"Eat a big mouthful of vegetables, drink a big bowl," Dad smiled, "People will live for decades."

"Isn't our goal for a hundred years or so?" Yan Hang picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

He likes beer better than Erguotou, but what Dad loves most is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest one.

Dad smiled and took another sip, and then he took a piece of meatloaf and ate slowly. It took him a long time to say: "I am delaying you."

This inexplicable sentence made Yan Hang's chopsticks pause in the air: "How can I say that I can't marry a girl."

Dad was amused and looked at him: "If you were a girl, it would be fine."

"Why didn't you give birth to them? Maybe you will have another daughter." Yan Hang said.

Dad's smile solidified for a moment, and Yan Hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he suddenly didn't know how to get the words back.

Only bowed his head and took a sip of wine.

"Yes," Dad picked up the cup, "mainly... no chance."

Yan Hang looked at the wine in the glass without making a sound.

"You were less than two years old when your mother died. I wanted to wait for you to be older, but I didn't have time." Dad smiled.

It seems that Dad doesn't plan to eat anymore tonight, just drink.

Perhaps to speed up the process of "chat", he ate half a meatloaf, had already drunk half a glass of wine, and filled himself up again.

"You are worthy of being my son. You are so calm," the father said. "I asked him after so many years."

Yan Hang didn't say a word, took two sips, and continued eating.

"When I was young, it was very bitter," Dad said. "I can't remember where your grandparents are from. I know that I worry about how to live every day and dare to do anything for money. "

"I knew I was living well now, so I don't have to worry about it then," Yan Hang said.

Dad laughed, and reached out and slapped his head: "You kid."

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed, "How are you living now?"

Yan Hang was silent.

"Your mother, actually doesn't look good," Dad curled his lips. "It's quite tall, with white skin, and she doesn't look good."

The topic suddenly turned around without warning, Yan Hang raised his head and looked at his father.

This is the first time he has heard his father mention his mother when he grows up.

Unspeakable feelings were surging in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, nor any emotional sustenance, he even had a moment As if exploring the curiosity of a stranger.

But under these, there is a vague atmosphere.

This tall, white-skinned, not-so-good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.

Once this feeling surged, everything changed.

He suddenly wanted to cry.

"But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad smiled.

"Is it inappropriate for you to evaluate your wife like this?" Yan Hang also laughed.

"It's okay, I said the same to her face to face," Dad took the glass, and the wine had already been down for half of it, "It's wild and savage..."

Dad's voice lowered: "You have to marry me."

"Do you want a face?" Yan Hang said.

"No more," the old man whispered, "What kind of face is there if you have her."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

There was a tremor in Dad's voice.

After a while, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine and spoke again, his voice had returned to a stable level: "Your grandma, grandpa, treats me well. I helped him downstairs. The supermarket pulled the goods and helped them pull out a broken refrigerator and they met. They love to educate people. They went back and forth to educate me when they caught me, and they forced me to read books."

Yan Hang laughed: "You saved the little goods in your stomach at that time, right?"

"Well, your mother is unlearned and unskilled, and she refuses to read. I can read all her books." Dad said with a smile.

"What happened later?" Yan Hang asked.

"Later, I fell out and said that I don't know each other." Dad's smile disappeared, "I really don't know each other."

"Why?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Because I married your mother," Dad sighed. "It's fine if you didn't marry her, and she doesn't look good. Just bite your teeth and don't marry her."

Yan Hang looked at his father's hand holding the cup, his knuckles turned white because of the force, and the wine in the cup was gently squirting a circle of thin ripples, and he could see that his hands were shaking badly.

"Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied softly, suddenly regretting.

"You slept so honestly that day. We took the time to go out and have a barbecue. When we returned," Dad turned his head to look at him, "Someone stabbed someone in the street and robbed someone."

Yan Hang's heart sank suddenly.

"Your mother rushed over, very fierce. She has always been very fierce. She is not a donkey, and a donkey can't compare to her," my dad said and laughed. "I also passed quickly. This kind of thing It's just like talking to me."

Yan Hang froze in his chair and listened to his father's laughter disappearing little by little.

"I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "Your mother was lying next to me when I woke up. She was already cold when I took her hand..."

"Have you caught someone?" Yan Hang asked with some difficulty.

"No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what that person looked like."