A Lucky Coin

He was a little excited on the first day of junior high, and he was very excited all night, and he could perceive that he was excited. That means he was really excited.

He sat in the passenger seat and kept humming softly.

"Are those two new friends you met?" Dad asked.

"Well, Yan Hang," Chu nodded, "He gave me this clothes, clothes and shoes."

"It's called Yan Hang, right?" Dad looked at him, "Is that man his father?"

"Yes," Chuyi smiled, "Just now, I went to the music festival, and we played."

"When did you meet?" Dad asked again.

"Last month." On the first day of the new year, he turned his head and glanced at his dad. My dad has a lot of questions today. Generally, he rarely asks these questions. The whole family does not have the habit of understanding his various movements.

"So," Dad drove the car downstairs, found a place to stop, "Do you know the situation of his house?"

"What, what's the matter?" The first day of the new year frowned.

"I think his father," Dad said, "it's kind of weird, you still...should not interact with them."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned. Before asking, my father had already pulled out the car key and got off the car.

"Why, weird?" asked after jumping out of the car on the first day.

"Just don't worry about it," Dad said, "just for safety."

"Oh." The first day of the year responded and did not ask any more.

When I got home, my grandma and grandpa were already asleep. My mother just took a shower and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw her dad, she stretched her face: "Your motorcade asks you to work overtime. Will you pay for overtime? Speaking of going for an hour, I have been there for a few hours."

"You have to pick up people, the plane is one hour late." Dad said.

"Why let you go? Didn't you take a rest today! Your company is just a driver!" My mother was very upset, "You are just a counselor, do what you ask you to do, and you won't even refuse!"

"Old Ding suddenly said that something could not come, so Mr. Luo called me, what can I do." Dad sighed and went into the toilet and closed the door.

"Lao Ding hasn't dealt with you for so long! You Luo always don't know! Lao Ding's work requires you to work overtime," my mother reluctantly said, "Isn't this a disgusting person!"

Dad did not move in the toilet.

"What are you doing here! I can't find my soul after a crazy night!" The mother turned her head.

On the first day of the new year, I quickly bowed my head and walked to the desk, turned on the lamp and sat down.

"I haven't finished my homework and I still face crazy!" Mom glared at him.

On the first day of the new year, he took out the notebook in silence and leaned on the desk, trying to bury his face as low as possible.

He breathed a sigh of relief after his mother returned to the room and took a look at today's homework.

There is a lot of homework, and it may be a little later, but I don’t care about it in the first year. Compared to playing this evening, it’s no problem writing homework until tomorrow morning.

But after writing a few words, he stopped again. Mom scolded him and it didn't affect his mood for a happy night, but his attitude just now made him a little depressed.

My mother said that Dad is a counselor, but in fact it is not entirely a curse. Dad is timid and cautious in everything. He usually avoids everything if he encounters something... He is a cowardly model.

what.

Maybe I inherited it from my father.

Dad is also very suspicious. Although he won’t treat everyone’s kindness as an insult like my mother and grandma did, Dad has always felt that, based on their family’s situation, anyone who approached them on their own initiative might want to pit them. jump.

Only when I met Uncle Yan, Chu Yi made such a judgment, and Chu Yi felt very nervous.

In the first year of the new year, even Li Zihao is not a bad person, it is nothing more than walking with the crowd, only Liang Bing needs to be kept away.

Yes, and that old Ding.

Dad's colleague, met once on the first day of the new year, and didn't even say anything, but he was afraid of this person for no reason, and his eyes were particularly fierce.

Dad didn’t deal with him. This statement is not accurate. In fact, Dad unilaterally thinks that Old Ding hates him and is not easy to provoke. Old Ding never looked at Dad with a straight eye. Not long ago, he did not refuel the car. He beat his father.

And dad's character, he will still laugh awkwardly when he meets again.

In this way, he is still stronger than his father. Although he will tolerate people he hates, he will not force himself to please.

On the first day of the new year, my mind was spinning around in a mess, for a while Dad, a music festival, and Yan Hang.

Yan Hang is a very special person.

It's not just because Yan Hang is his first true friend when he grows up.

Great in English, handsome, sometimes cool and arrogant, fighting very hard, cooking super delicious, and nice ankles...

And very gentle.

Even if he knows what kind of person grandma is, what kind of situation his family is like, and knows that he is a person who can bear everything without principle, Yan Hang still respects him very much.

Yes, it is respect.

On the first day of the junior high school, Yan Hang respected him.

What a nice person.

"Supper?" Yan Hang asked his father when he entered the door.

"Drinking tea and drinking," Dad yawned, "I can't eat. If you are hungry and want to make supper, I'll eat with you."

"...I'm not hungry." Yan Hang said.

"Then don't eat, you will go to work tomorrow, go to bed early." Dad entered the house.

Yan Hang stood in the living room for a few seconds, and went back to his room. He took a change of clothes and was going to take a shower. His mind was a little confused, and he had to wake up after the shower to clean up.

Or not organize it.

It's like tidying up the house, throwing things into the box and putting the lid on. As for what is in the box and what's in the box, we will talk about it when the lid is unintentionally opened someday.

When he walked to the living room with his clothes, Dad also walked out of the house with a change of clothes.

He looked at his father, and his father looked at him.

A second later they both rushed to the bathroom at the same time.

Yan Hang is faster than his father, but his methods are not as cruel as his father.

Shameless to be exact.

He just touched the doorknob of the bathroom, and his father grabbed his waistband from behind.

Pulling back even the outer pants with the underwear.

"Hey! Lao Yan, you are too damn disrespectful!" Yan Hang felt that his ass was about to be exposed.

"You are old!" Dad continued to drag him back.

Yan Hang had to pull the door frame with one hand and his pants: "You are my father!"

"When I robbed the toilet, I knew I was your father!" Dad let go.

But before Yan Hang lifted his leg and walked in, Dad had already put him in a pocket, and then squeezed his wrist on the door.

The wrist tingled for a while, and Yan Hang took a sigh of relief.

In just these two seconds, Dad had thrown him aside, and had already closed the door.

"You have a kind!" Yan Hang hammered the door.

"Have you learned?" Dad was happy in it.

"You're too embarrassed to let people learn this trick like pulling pants?" Yan Hang turned his wrist and sat at the door of the bathroom. Ma Jin'er hadn't completely passed away yet.

However, he did not use this trick very neatly every time, and he couldn't pinch the place.

Several times, I pinched the hand that hurts.

He estimated that this kind of thing would never be able to compare to the old world like his father.

Old arena.

is it?

right.

An orphan who doesn't even know where he is, and when others enjoy a comfortable life without worry, he wonders how to live.

For so many years, his father has allowed him to live like a wild horse without any external harm, and Yan Hang can feel it, what kind of person he is and what kind of ability he has.

Good at seeing people, but also good at disguising.

Yan Hang could see the change in his father's expression on the first day of the first day of the day. Dad couldn't fail to see it.

Dad avoided this detail and only said that it was the first time we met, which was not particularly in line with his habits. Generally speaking, he would take the opportunity to analyze the meaning of this expression.

So maybe Dad didn't tell the truth.

But with the experience that Yan Hang has accumulated over the years following him, it is not impossible to say that he has never seen it before.

The dad in the first grade is the kind of person who stands in front of you and you may not notice him. Even if you say a few words, you will forget what he looks like the next day.

Yan Hang lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

He didn’t want to think too much about many things. He tried to make himself like a plant that his father had planted in a flowerpot. It was well protected. He took the dog’s tail grass every day to see the scenery. The only thing he had to worry about was walking around with the flowerpot. Of people will suddenly disappear one day.

But he still couldn't resist thinking about it. As the days passed, this worry could no longer be put aside.

After a long period of inactivity, he threw the extinguished cigarette butts into the trash can.

Dad may have never met his father on the first grade, but he must have appeared in a place where his dad can see him on the first grade of junior high school. Something changed in his expression.

Dad opened the bathroom door, and was stunned when he saw him: "Are you queuing?"

"I'm not reconciled to not rushing to take the first bath." Yan Hang said.

"Go and wash. If you're unwilling, just wash for a while." Dad smiled and grabbed his hair, threw the changed clothes into the bucket next to him, and returned to the living room.

When Yan Hang came out of the bath, his father closed his eyes on the sofa, and he didn't know if he was asleep or closed his eyes to rest.

"On the first day of the new year, it is said that the day is coming, don't let him run into the air." Yan Hang said.

"Don't worry," Dad closed his eyes and smiled, "I said I won't go out this time."

Yan Hang went back to the room, plugged in his headphones, and lay on the bed.

There was a message on the phone. He picked it up and glanced at it. It was sent on the first day of the new year.

a photo.

The shot was the red round stone my father picked today, which has already been cut.

-You are working overtime

On the first day of the first day of the new year, I sent another photo. It was a red stone. The red rope was worn. However, the red rope was not passed through by a single thread.

-Two eyes?

-Well, crossed eyes, so you can wear two ropes, it is not easy to fall off, tomorrow I will punch the black one again and wear an extra rope

-it is good

Yan Hang looked at the black stone on his ankle and sighed.

This kind of state in the first grade made him feel a little uncomfortable. He always felt that this kid would be hurt in the future if someone treated him better and went all out to treat him well.

But... a person who grew up like this on the first day of the junior high school is almost the heart of King Kong.

"I can really worry about it." Yan Hang closed his eyes with his arms on his pillow.

It's a good thing to be able to fall asleep.

Especially can't dream of any good things.

He followed his father and a woman and ran forward in the dark, cold and scared.

He tried hard to run faster, to be closer to his father, to see his father's face, to see the woman's face, but he was still a few steps away.

A figure appeared in front.

Can't see the face clearly.

But he knew for sure that it was the father of the first grade.

Raise your hand.

Knife.

Eyes full of blood.

When Yan Hang opened his eyes strenuously, he could still hear his rapid breathing, and his drumming heartbeat had not calmed down.

He stared at him and lay on the bed for a long time before he recovered.

The sky is already bright.

He was asleep for a few hours anyway, he patted his head for comfort.

Lying on the bed for a while, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

As soon as I walked into the living room, I was taken aback, sitting cross-legged on the windowsill.

Although you don't need to think about it, you know it's the old man, but this posture that seems to be an old god to do is still a bit too novel.

"I found that the air in the living room window is better in the morning." Dad said, "There is probably a fried dough stick outside the window of my house. It explodes at 4 o'clock every day. It smells like oily smoke."

"Would you like to change room with me?" Yan Hang walked to him and looked out, "No one stopped to watch your special morning exercise posture..."

Someone stopped before the words were finished.

"Who said no?" Dad pointed to the first day of the junior high school who suddenly appeared happily running from the side, "seeing him, he has to be stationed right away."

On the first day of the new year, I seemed to be in a good mood, with a brisk pace.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw the old man meditating on the windowsill. He was obviously caught off guard and froze in place.

"Stopped." Dad snapped his fingers and reached out in front of Yan Hang.

Yan Hang pinched one of the peanut beans next to him and put it into his father's hand.

"Don't be stingy." Dad still stretched out his hand.

Yan Hang gave a tut, took fifty yuan from his pocket, and replaced the peanuts.

"Little first day!" Dad collected the money with satisfaction and called the first day of the first day. "What's going on there?"

"Uncle," came over on the first day of the new year, and stood in front of the window sill, "what are you doing, what are you doing? It's like hanging up a picture, painting."

Yan Hang listened to music.

"Also...bring...drawing...frames." Chu Yi extended his voice and added slowly.

"I'll smoke you," Dad smiled and jumped off the window sill. "Have you eaten early? Come in and eat together?"

"I've eaten," said the first day of the month, and then took a look at Yan Hang, "but still, not yet, full."

"Do you want a sandwich?" Yan Hang asked.

"Eat." Chu nodded.

The sandwich is very simple. Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and ran through the ingredients quickly in his head. Cucumber, egg, luncheon meat, cheese, and a bag of whole-wheat bread.

He took the things and walked into the kitchen, and just put the materials neatly on the counter as he was used to, and followed in on the first day of the new year.

"This is simple, no need to fight." Yan Hang said.

"Well," Chu Yi squatted and pulled the small stone on his ankle, "I'll use it to drill and drill my eyes."

"Oh." Yan Hang replied.

On the first day of the new year, he took out a small pair of scissors from his pocket, cut the knotted little red string, and took the rock off.

Yan Hang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.