A Lucky Coin

In fact, "building a certain relationship" is a very wonderful thing. When there is no one, people will panic, as if they can't step on the real place, but after having it, they will also panic.

Afraid of losing, afraid of breaking.

Sitting side by side on the sofa with my dad on the first day of the new year, they bowed their heads and carefully drilled the black stone.

Dad has tied the red stone on his hand, and he is watching with interest in the first day of the new year.

The tools in the first year of junior high school looked quite professional. He used a hand twist drill to fix the stone on a small black base. He turned the drill bit by hand to slowly drill a small hole in the stone. .

"You cross drilled through," Dad said, "How do you ensure that the two eyes are parallel?"

"I have measured it." The first day of the day continued to turn the drill.

"What is the amount?" Dad asked, "I didn't see you measure it."

"My big eyes." Chu Yi pointed to himself.

"Second goods." Dad laughed.

Yan Hang took out the prepared sandwiches and put them on the coffee table: "Let’s eat first, is it something you ran out so early?"

"I'm going to the market, buy foam for my grandma and grandma, and soak the foot basin." When I first saw the sandwich, I immediately put down the contents in my hand and reached for it. "It's beautiful."

"Hey," Yan Hang flicked the back of his hand quickly, "wash your hands."

"Oh." Chu Yi smiled and rubbed the back of his hands and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

After eating the second portion, I was very motivated on the first day of the first year. I quickly drilled the black stone and re-wrapped it with two red ropes.

Yan Hang tied the stone back to his ankle. His previous feeling eased slightly. He hesitated and asked the first day of the first day: "Where is that rope?"

"It's cut, ah." Chuyi looked at his ankle.

"Give it to me, I want to... keep it." When Yan Hang said this, he suddenly felt embarrassed, feeling like a hypocritical little lady.

Dad glanced at him.

At first, he gave him a cut of the little red rope. He wanted to put it away from the house, but felt embarrassed. He hesitated and put the rope on the TV first.

"I'm past noon, can you come here?" He looked at his father and asked when he was about to leave.

"Okay, it happens to be with me for dinner, Yan Hang can't come back at noon." Dad said.

"I'll bring something to eat." He said when he opened the door on the first day of the new year.

Before Dad could speak, he trot away.

"What can he bring with money to eat?" Dad looked at Yan Hang.

"Look at what you are eating," Yan Hang smiled, "Let him take it, or he will have to grind a custom-made stone for you every day or let him spend a little money."

Dad laughed a few times and leaned back on the sofa: "I will go out this afternoon..."

Yan Hang was about to pack the dishes to the kitchen, but stopped abruptly when he heard this, and turned to look at his father.

"Just around, I mean you don't need to buy groceries today, you can bring them when I come back." Dad said.

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied and entered the kitchen.

This is the first time Dad told him before going out, and he said the time to come back.

Yan Hang was not at ease because of foresight, but rather anxious.

He put his hands on the desk and lowered his head, unable to relieve himself for a long time.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, and when he touched the lighter, his father suddenly stretched out his hand from the side and lit with a lighter.

Yan Hang leaned over to light a cigarette, then turned to look at his father: "When shall we leave?"

Dad glanced at him, then smiled after being silent for a while: "This time you are in charge."

Yan Hang did not speak, looking out the window with his cigarette in his mouth.

Today, Yan Hang ran to work to ease his emotions, or he would run into a long-winded guest, he was afraid that he would beat him up.

However, there were a lot of people on weekends. He entered several tables after he changed his clothes and didn't stop until noon.

I got really busy, and my mood was temporarily relieved.

It was during the lunch break that he had no appetite. After a glass of milk, he sat there and listened to a few colleagues eating and talking.

The phone shook, and a message came over on the first day of the new year.

He clicked and glanced.

It's a photo, standing in front of a sandbag on the first day of the new year, posing with a serious face, showing him amusement.

-Where did my dad take you crazy?

-Boxing gym!

Yan Hang could feel the excitement of the first year of junior high overflowing from this exclamation mark.

Dad would go to the boxing gym from time to time, and he had to go to the gym where there was no boxing gym, and he had to practice exhausted before returning.

He used to think that Dad liked these. Now think about it, most of the pain that Dad suppressed can only be vented by such a lot of exercise.

-Did you teach you any great tricks?

Yan Hang gave the first one back.

-Taught me how to punch, and how to block other people's fists

-Teach me how to use legs

-Uncle Yan is really amazing!

On the first day of the new year, he sent three in a row, typing on a mobile phone was much easier than talking.

"Then you practice hard and show me something tonight." Yan Hang smiled and made a voice.

-I'm afraid of hurting you

Yan Hang looked at the news and bowed his head in joy for a long time: "You brag and speak more sharply than you. If you can punch me, I will lose."

On the first day of the new year, he didn't say anything else, so he returned a small expression.

-strong

Yan Hang also returned a small expression.

-applaud

In the afternoon, a colleague wanted to change shifts with him, and Yan Hang agreed and got off work early.

In fact, it makes no difference to him when he goes to work and when he takes a rest. Yesterday, today and tomorrow, this day, that day, and a certain day.

When he got home, there was no one in the house. He froze for a while on the sofa, took the small red string on the TV into the room and put it in the compartment of his suitcase.

There was something else in this compartment, a half-broken bracelet, and a piece of paper full of dots in the backgammon between him and his father.

After lying on the bed and playing with his cell phone for a while, he sent a message asking about the location of the Chuyi Boxing Gym.

On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly sent him the location. Before he could see it clearly, he called directly on the first day of the junior high school: "Are you off, work?"

"I have changed shifts," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to look for you to play."

"You take the public bus, the bus..." His voice was a little panting on the first day of the new year, and he was probably practicing happily.

"I'll take a taxi," Yan Hang said, "work hard, and you will be over when I arrive."

The first day of the new year laughed: "The hero is forgiving."

"You didn't stutter when begging for mercy?" Yan Hang went out.

"Afraid of knots, did you stutter? I was beaten after I finished speaking and fell on the ground." said the first day.

When sitting in the taxi, Yan Hang had his legs on the back seat, his fingers flicking gently on the small rocks on his ankles.

He likes the first year of the junior high school. It has little to do with whether he has ever had a "friend" before. He just finds the first year of the junior high school very interesting. Many times chatting with the first year of junior high school will relax his mood unconsciously.

But yesterday, after seeing the change in his father's expression on the first day of the middle school, every time he thinks about the first day of the middle school, he will panic when he sees the first day of the middle school.

This panic followed the heartbeat, and the moment he got up was like blood pumped by the heart.

"Big Brother," Yan Hang looked at the driver, "Can I smoke a cigarette?"

"It's okay to smoke," the driver said. "Just open the window a little bit."

"Thank you." Yan Hang lit his cigarette.

The cigarettes have been a bit fierce these days, and my dad would definitely call him before he left it. He sighed softly and looked out the car window at the street that is still strange to this day.

When he arrived at the boxing gym, he was kicking on a sandbag on the first day of the junior high school. With all his concentration, Yan Hang walked to the side of the sandbag and he didn't see it.

When he raised his leg, Yan Hang stepped forward abruptly, pressing his right hand against his knee, and then holding his chin back with his left hand. He immediately jumped into the air on the first day of the new year and fell back on the mat.

Before he got up, Yan Hang had already squatted down and poked his forehead with his finger: "Pop."

When I saw that it was him at the first time, I was taken aback, and then he spread his hands and feet on the ground very well: "...ah!"

"Haven't the hero shout for mercy?" Yan Hang said.

"Are you, silly, you all hit the brain with a single shot, forehead," said the first day.

"Damn," Yan Hang smiled and flicked his finger, "Get up."

On the first day of junior high, sitting on the mat and looking at his smiling father: "Uncle, this is bad, the gap is too big, right?"

"It's ten years away." Dad handed a bottle of water to the first year of the junior high school, and sat down beside him, "Your goal now is to protect yourself and continue practicing. I will teach you how to use your elbow tomorrow."

Chu nodded a little, got up and continued kicking against the sandbag. After kicking twice, he would glance at Yan Hang's side.

Yan Hang took out his cell phone and took a series of shots at him, then picked a few beautiful poses and posted them on Weibo.

"Change classes with someone?" Dad asked him next to him.

"Well," Yan Hang glanced at the pile of comments that came up in an instant and smiled, then looked up at the first day of the junior high school, "I think he seems to be alright?"

"Physical coordination is very good, and learning is fast," Dad said. "If there is nothing to do in the future, I will practice by myself. At least I won't be so bullied."

Yan Hang smiled.

The few tricks my father taught in the first year of junior high school are very simple, but as long as the timing is good, they are all very useful.

Three-in-one small coup for self-protection offense.

Yan Hang sat on the chair next to him, watching the first graders who practiced hard in front of the sandbags, and his father who went up to correct his posture from time to time.

In such a trance, Yan Hang felt comfortable.

In the idle afternoon, the father who didn't disappear, and an interesting friend.

Unfamiliar, yet fluffy and comfortable, like sun-shaded.

Although I know how short it is, I still immerse myself in the comfort carefully.

Dad said that if he didn't go out this time, he really didn't go out, except for occasionally going out.

Yan Hang didn't know where he was going, but he always came back before dinner.

This was the state Yan Hang had always wanted before.

They didn't leave without saying goodbye, and they didn't walk for a few days. They were like the most common father and son living in a house on a street in a neighborhood in any city.

The most common kind, there are thousands of kinds in the world.

Doing the most common job, no high pursuit, no too far ambition, one or two friends may occasionally be lonely, but a glass of wine can dissipate.

But both he and his father knew that this was just an illusion, and he couldn't ignore it or pretend not to care.

Dad is like going through a program.

What you have said will be done, and perhaps it is said to do it.

Those doubts that were pressing in Yan Hang's heart were like being fertilized, becoming stronger and stronger.

Many times he looked at his father, and all the questions lined up on his lips, as if waiting for an opportunity to explode, and he could rush out regardless of the consequences.

Today is Wednesday, Yan Hang is resting, lying in bed holding the English version of "Game of Thrones" slowly nibbling, taking time out of his mind and thinking about the noon menu.

He had to come over for dinner on the first day of the middle school at noon. The reason why he didn’t go back to eat recently was that they were going to study in the classroom because they were about to take the final exam, because he got a shit-like result in the previous mid-term exam. When he offered to review, there was no one. Leave him alone.

I like to eat pizza on the first day of the new year. If I have time today, I can make my own pie crust.

Seafood?

Fruity?

When the phone rang, Yan Hangshun picked up the phone and found that the phone screen was black, there was no phone, and the ringtone was not his.

This strange ringtone is Dad’s cell phone.

It's Dad's cell phone that won't ring once every 10,000 years.

Yan Hang sat up suddenly, jumped out of the bed and ran to the door, and stopped when he reached out to open the door.

Dad answered the phone.

It's not a promotion or an advertisement. Dad answered the phone.

And then he heard the voice of his father, so it wouldn't be a liar's call.

Yan Hang's hand on the door trembles a little, and in just a few seconds, his back has already started to tingle with tension and anxiety.

He couldn't hear what his father was saying, and he didn't dare to open the door to listen.

He was so stiff behind the door, separated by a layer of wooden boards, his body was so stiff that he could not breathe.

He didn't know how long it had passed, he didn't know when his father hung up the phone, and the lighter banged outside before he recovered.

Staring at the doorknob for a while, he reached out and opened the door and walked to the living room.

Dad was standing at the door preparing to change shoes.

At this moment, Yan Hang felt cold in his hands and feet, and an unprecedented panic instantly wrapped him.

"Where are you going?" he said.

Dad paused, then turned his head to look at him: "Go... go around."

"Where to go?" Yan Hang asked, "How long?"

Dad didn't speak.

"Whose phone number?" Yan Hang continued to ask, "What are you looking for?"

Dad turned around, sighed, and walked slowly to him.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Hang..." Dad didn't say anything after patted his face lightly.

After staring at him for a while, Dad turned and walked over to the door.