A Lucky Coin

There are very few people on the street at this time, and after eating, watching TV at home after the meal, no one has come out for a walk.

As soon as Yan Hang went out, he glanced at both sides of the road. The lights on the other side of the street were very bright, and everything seemed calm. When he went to the Chu family, he looked at the street lights. It was not clear whether there was anything in the dark. Happening.

"Go to his house," Dad said, "you call again."

"Yeah." Yan Hang took out his cell phone and continued to dial the number on the first day of the junior high school.

This time it was not that no one answered, but simply couldn't connect.

"What the hell?" Yan Hang frowned.

"Let's go," Dad said, "Go ahead and take a look. There are so many horns in this area, and maybe people are blocking it."

Yan Hang followed his father towards the Chu family.

To find this kind of blocking place, he only needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he used to stand up for him, and his father could hit every time.

So he always felt that his father had been mixed up.

"Poor poorer probably never went out to play with people like this, he must be excited," Dad lighted a cigarette as he walked, "I won't make a detour if I am in a hurry... over there."

Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "It can't be far."

That's the way to the river. It doesn't take long to reach the river and there are few people.

The first day of the junior high school has been hiding from the crab, indicating that he does not want to have a conflict with the crab, and the method of "making fun" between the crab and Li Zihao is definitely different.

Yan Hang quickened his pace behind his father.

Passing through the fork road, when Yan Hang could see the willow trees by the river, Yan Hang heard the peculiar laughter of the gangsters, as if the little gangsters all over the world have a unified standard, they can all make the same laugh and booing noises. .

"Four people," Dad said, "so easy."

Turning around the intersection, Yan Hang saw four people standing under the half-lit and half-dark street lamp in front, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.

He could recognize that the school uniform in the first year of junior high was really burnt and scattered in the wind.

They were still twenty or thirty meters away. The few people didn’t notice someone coming here, and smiled intently. First, someone kicked the back of the first day of the junior high school, and then the crab stepped on the hand of the first day of the junior high school. The other person bent over and grabbed the waist of the trousers on the first day of the new year.

"The next three indiscriminate things." Dad said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled his hand out of the crab's feet on the first day of the new year, and put his head on the nose of the man pulling his pants.

The man yelled loudly in laughter.

Crab raised his foot and kicked his head on the first day.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed in a low voice, and rushed over there.

Crab was the first to spot someone coming, but Yan Hang's speed made him unable to react even if he saw it.

When Yan Hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arms, preparing to block a possible attack.

Crab's reaction was quick, but Yan Hang did not greet him.

Dad said that inertia is a good thing.

He jumped up and pressed his knee to the crab's right rib by inertia. The crab popped back without making a sound and fell to the ground.

The two friends of Crab gathered around him, but Yan Hang didn't look back, there was his father behind him.

The second time he attacked, he used his fist and smashed his head. A punch hit the face of the man who had just kicked his back on the first day of the junior high school.

When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbing the collar of the other, and flicking it on the trunk next to him.

This flick was useless, the man staggered trying to stay steady, but still hit the tree.

When Yan Hang pulled the first one from the ground, the man rushed back again, and a light flashed in his hand.

"Knife," he said.

Dad greeted him, slashed the man's wrist, and the knife fell to the ground.

Yan Hang didn't even react afterwards. Dad had already carried the person to the railing. He raised his hand and threw him from the riverside as the person was struggling and kicking.

Chirp.

The man fell into the black mud of the river beach.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at the crab that had just risen from the ground.

On the first day of the new year, Crab had just returned, and he was probably building his own prestige. If he ran away now, he would be embarrassed.

So he rushed up again.

Perhaps the fighting spirit was aroused, or perhaps it was letting go, the speed at which he rushed was a bit surprising.

As soon as Yan Hang pulled the first day of the day to one side, his fist was already in front of him, and Yan Hang only had time to tilt his head.

He avoided the crab's ring, but did not avoid the unknown thing on his finger, and he was scratched on his face.

The opening should be very shallow, and Yan Hang's feeling is not too obvious.

He raised his elbow and smashed the crab's head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.

When the crab raised his hand again, one side of the first day suddenly rushed over.

He jumped up fiercely and slammed into a rainbow. The whole person hit the crab's back and hugged the crab with his arms from behind.

With this bump, the force used in the first day of the junior high school was amazing, and Yan Hang heard a bang.

It feels that the crab may have caused him to drive out an internal injury.

Then the crab lost his balance and couldn't support the ground because his arm was strangled by Chu Yi. In the end, he could only try to lift his face, and the whole person fell to the ground.

I didn't have experience in fighting in the first year of junior high school, and I had a lot of experience in being beaten, but I didn't use it now.

This is the first time he has worked with people when he grows up.

He can endure many things and can calmly ignore many things, but Liang Bing's behavior tonight can't be endured anyway.

When he saw Liang Bing's ring across Yan Hang's face, he felt that his blood was about to squirt out of his eyes.

Liang Bing fell to the ground, his chin knocked to the ground, a few seconds later he struggled to get up.

He didn't know what to do on the first day of the junior high school, so he could only continue to lie on his back, hoop Liang Bing tightly with his arms.

The two with him wanted to come up, but Yan Hang and Uncle Yan stood one by one, and the two moved and stopped.

"Fuck your mother!" Liang Bing roared.

The first day of the new year did not say anything and did not move.

"On the first day," Yan Hang scratched his shoulder, "get up."

He hesitated and let go on the first day of the junior high school, and stepped aside from Liang Bing.

Liang Bing scolded and got up quickly, and threw his hand back to his face.

Yan Hang grabbed his wrist, twisted his back, and Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.

"Fuck you..." Liang Bing raised his head and wanted to continue cursing. Yan Hang slapped the back of his head. Liang Bing's face was slapped to the ground, and there was no sound when he raised his head again.

"Big Brother," Yan Hang pressed into his ear, "You have to behave when you come out, and he hasn't messed with you. There is always a limit to having fun."

Liang Bing gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Being the boss is to talk about the pattern," Yan Hang said. "If you don't get mixed up in your twenties, you will have these three streets. It's not interesting."

After Yan Hang released his hand, Liang Bing did not jump up and attacked again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan Hang. After staring for a while, he said: "I am planted today. Leave a name."

"Yan Jidao." Yan Hang said.

Liang Bing was stunned. On the first day of the new year he didn't know if he knew Yan Jidao, or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before, and another one came out in just a few minutes, which surprised him.

Liang Bing glanced at Uncle Yan again.

"Yan Shu," Uncle Yan said while lighting a cigarette, "It's nice to meet you."

"Fuck!" Liang Bing squeezed a word out between his teeth, and after a while he turned his face to look at Yan Hang, "Yan Hang, right? Remember."

Yan Hang smiled.

"Go." Liang Bing turned and left.

The two friends pulled up the black mud-faced companion who had just emerged from the railing, stared at them, and followed Liang Bing.

The surroundings fell silent.

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned for a while before returning to his senses. He raised his finger to point at Yan Hang's face: "Yan, serious?"

"It's okay," Yan Hang took out a paper towel and pressed it on his face. "This is already going to be scab...You are not hurting anywhere, right?"

On the first day of the new year, he shook his head and whispered: "I'm sorry."

"You..." Yan Hang frowned. On the first day of the day he thought he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thank you for a fart, but Yan Hang didn't say anything, just patted his head." go."

"Thank you," said the first day of the month, then looked at Uncle Yan again, "Thank you, uncle."

"Don't bow again." Uncle Yan said solemnly.

He bowed on the first day of the new year.

"Okay, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder, then patted his arm again, "I can't see it, it's pretty exciting."

"Hidden deep, don't reveal." Chu Yi smiled, picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.

The mobile phone is intact, it is not broken, the copycat machine is just thrown, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted it, the signal is full again.

He was relieved.

The three of them walked back along the road to Yan Hang's house. It was only in the first year of junior high that they finally got out of their chaotic emotions.

Nervous, afraid, angry, anxious...

After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly became a little confused.

From the first time he knew what it means to be embarrassed, the first time he knew what was being bullied, and the first time he knew what was helplessness, he had never thought that he would break out so suddenly.

He has always thought that he can carefully maintain peace until he leaves here.

When he rushed to Liang Bing just now, his head was full of anger. He had never discovered that he could save such a high value of anger.

But when the mood slowly calmed down, the whole person was a bit empty again.

The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.

"Didn't you eat?" Yan Hang looked at the first day.

Chu Yi didn't make a sound all the way, Yan Hang was a little worried whether he had been beaten to his head.

"No," he touched his belly on the first day of the year, "I stayed home, and I came out after a while."

Yan Hang sighed, "I make a lot of food today, and you will eat more later."

"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.

When he got home, Yan Hang didn't go to get food right away. He saw that the pants on the first day of the junior high school were all soiled, and a triangle hole was broken on his buttocks. You could see the underwear, which was actually red.

"You won't be your birth year this year? 12 years old?" Yan Hang asked.

"14." After answering the first day of the first year, he was stunned, touched his butt, and quickly covered it after touching the breach.

"Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan Hang entered his room and flipped through the cabinet. "What should I do?"

"Change immediately, change to summer school, clothes." said the first day.

Yan Hang didn't say a word, took out a set of his own clothes and handed it to him: "Let's change mine first, I'm wearing a smaller suit."

Some hesitation in the first day of the junior high school.

"Or do you just wear your pants with red underwear to the music festival?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the new year, I took the clothes and went into the toilet.

When Yan Hang prepared the dinner and brought it out, his father had already cured several scratches on the first day of the junior high school: "Get an ice bag."

Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school.

His clothes are a bit too big for him, but after all, they are a set of normal teenage fashion casual clothes. After wearing this clothes, it only appeared for the first time in the first year of junior high school.

Yan Hang felt that he had seen exactly what he looked like on the first day of junior high.

The face is almost the same as usual, the ladies said "little handsome guy", but when the clothes are lined up, the whole temperament is different, with a little cool.

It's too short.

Gee.

"Ice bag." Dad said again.

"Oh, where do I use it?" Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and took out an ice bag.

"A bag on your head." Dad pointed to his head on the first day.

Yan Hang touched the head of the first year of junior high school, found the bag, and put the ice bag on it: "What is that person's name?"

"Liang Bing." The first day of the new year held the ice bag.

"Don't make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan Hang said, "you go around and he goes to trouble you over there, I can't help if I want to."

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

Yan Hang wondered if he would go to and from school with the first grade, but he would definitely not agree with the first grade, so he didn't mention it.

He didn't put a heavy hand on Liang Bing just now. Before putting him aside, someone let him see blood, even if it was the bloody mouth that scabs on seeing the wind today, he wouldn't let him go easily.

He doesn't matter whether he is feuding or not, and he doesn't matter whether he gets into trouble, he is bored every day, and he stays everywhere for a while.

But the first day is different.

He had to leave a retreat for the first day of the junior high school.

"On the first day of the new year," Dad said, "you can come here to play if you have nothing to do. Uncle teaches you how to defend yourself."

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked at his dad in confusion.

"I think you have good exercise function, quick reaction, and enough strength," my dad said. "I will teach you a few simple moves. If you can't run away, you can protect yourself, and you can run again if you take it twice. "

"Yeah." The first day of the junior high school smiled embarrassedly.

"It's nothing shameful to run away," Dad also smiled, "Of course I have to run if I can't fight."

"Ming, tomorrow," the first day of the new year gave Yan Hang a quick glance, "tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow." Dad said.

"Eat," Yan Hang sat down, "Stop drinking today, drink drinks?"

"Lemon juice." Dad said immediately.

Yan Hang got up and opened the refrigerator, took out three bottles of ice black tea and put them on the table.

"I drink lemon juice." Dad said.

"I only bought this." Yan Hang said.

"This kind of person, he likes to drink this, so he only buys this," Dad took a bottle and unscrewed it. "Fortunately, I am a kind person."

I didn't know if I was beaten or hungry when I was hungry when I started with someone. In short, I ate a lot more today than when I came back.

But when he threw himself out on the first day of the day, Yan Hang was quite surprised.

Although he thought of confronting a bully like Liang Bing, he would resist on the first day, but he was a little surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been calmly and silently endured since the first time he saw him on the first day.

"Is the square far away?" Yan Hang took out his mobile phone, "I'll call a car over in a while."

"No, no, no..." Lu Yi waved his hand a little anxiously.

"Not far?" Yan Hang asked.

"Don't take a taxi," said the first day of the new year. "Public, you can get there directly."

Yan Hang glanced at his father, and the two said at the same time: "Let's take a taxi."

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

Envy Yan Hang very much.

I really like Uncle Yan and their family.

He ate the last fried shrimp ball on the first day of the new year. He had never experienced this kind of ease and tenderness in his own home.

When Yan Hang and Uncle Yan appeared by the river today, he didn't quite believe his eyes. For a moment, he felt that he had been beaten stupid and had hallucinations.

When Uncle Yan threw the person down the river beach, when Yan Hang pulled him up from the ground, all he was thinking about was that the gods descended from the heavens...

Very envious, but unfortunately he does not have such a father.

In some cases, my dad may not be as reliable as my grandma, and grandma is at least brave in most situations.

And he is not like Yan Hang.

"Have you eaten?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," the first day of the day nodded quickly, "supported."

"Let's go," Yan Hang stood up while looking at the phone, "the car will arrive soon."

On the first day of the junior high school, he habitually glanced at the plates on the table, and Yan Hang grabbed his wrist: "Control your long worker soul."

"Good." Chu Yi nodded solemnly.

Before the taxi arrived, they stood on the side of the road and waited.

There was a good smell on Yan Hang's clothes. I didn't know if it was washing powder or perfume or Yan Hang's own breath.

He bowed his head and sniffed his sleeves, then leaned close to Yan Hang, and sniffed him quietly.

It didn't seem to be the same, so he pulled up his collar and smelled it again, then moved on tiptoe and tried to smell it on his shoulder and neck. He glanced at Yan Hang's face and then froze.

Yan Hang was looking at him with squinted eyes.

"Is your nickname called Gouzi?" Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, he gave him a thumbs up: "Yan Ban, Xian'er."

"The clothes are washed." Yan Hang said.

"No, no," said the first day of the junior high school quickly, "I am... the clothes are very fragrant."

"Because I sprayed perfume in my closet, little dog." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, I laughed, a little embarrassed.

The taxi arrived soon, and Uncle Yan sat in the front, and he and Yan Hang were in the back seat.

After getting in the car, both Yan Hang and Uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.

"Music festival," he said.

"Okay." The driver nodded and drove out.

Uncle Yan was stunned: "Actually, we don't know which square it is in. It doesn't matter, right?"

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

After a pause, the two of them became happy, and they laughed together for a long time on the first day of the new year.

When the taxi was crossing the bridge, he looked out of the car window on the first day of the new year. The place that was usually only connected to his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.

He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.

It is smooth and feels particularly good.

He took out the little stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang's palm: "Here."