A Lucky Coin

At the moment, the street is empty, and a bit more deserted than usual. After all, people died here in the afternoon, and there were not many people on the street when they went home on the first day of the first year.

In the first year of the junior high school, he was not very scared. When there were few people, he was stuck here at least not to make people think whether there was something wrong with him.

But the wind at night is not cool at all on the legs, and the legs are still hot.

I knew I had applied a layer of toothpaste when I was at home.

The first day of the new year sighed.

After standing for a while, he felt a little tired. After looking at the phone, he had been standing for half an hour.

He hopped to the left and trot a few steps, then hopped back to the right, and ran back and forth like this, feeling a lot more comfortable.

Yan Hang's house has been in the dark, without a trace of movement. It seems that Yan Hang is indeed asleep, and may have fallen asleep long ago. Yan Hang has not contacted him all night.

If he changed the usual time, he would go back after standing for a while.

But today is different.

Yan Hang's state is too strange. Although I don't know what the cause is, it must be a big deal. He can't solve any problems by standing here, and he is more at ease than staying home.

The house is quiet now, but he doesn’t want to go back. Dad suddenly couldn’t get in touch, which made him feel unhappy. No one in the family had a clear idea about this, except for my mom who said he would go tomorrow. Outside of the company's inquiries, they just curse and complain.

He felt a little frustrated when he thought about it, bent over to prop up his knees, and quickly removed his hand as soon as he pressed it up.

It hurts. It hurts.

When he was about to continue running left and right, a small light suddenly lit up behind the curtain of Yan Hang's house opposite.

Then his cell phone rang.

It's Yan Hang!

He quickly took out his phone, and it was Yan Hang.

He pulled the phone two or three times but didn't answer it, so he didn't answer it at all, stuffed the phone in his pocket, and ran across the street.

"Yan Hang?" He ran to the window and yelled softly.

The curtain was pulled open, and Yan Hang opened the window: "I have taken you."

"Are you, are you sleeping, sleeping?" He smiled.

"No, I've been standing here for an hour," Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" He was stunned.

"I want to see when you go back." Yan Hang said.

He opened his mouth and was speechless.

"What happened to your legs?" Yan Hang asked.

"My legs are strong and beautiful," said the first day of the month.

"Oh," Yan Hang replied, staring at him, then pointed at the door after a while, "Come in."

When I entered the door on the first day of the new year, I smelled the smell of smoke. Yan Hang usually smokes, but he doesn't smoke much. Today, I can smell it...

"Want to turn on the lights?" He changed his shoes and asked.

"Go on," Yan Hang said, "Let me see what's wrong with your leg, is it hurt? You are all wearing big pants."

"It's hot." On the first day of the new year, he pressed the switch and the light in the room turned on. At a glance, he saw the wine bottle on the coffee table and the full of cigarette butts in the ashtray.

And Yan Hang's face was also very tired, and his face was gray.

"Is it hot?" Yan Hang looked at his leg, a little surprised, "Is it so hot without applying medicine?"

I don’t know what to say in the first day of the junior high school, should I say that I forgot to apply the medicine, or that the medicine was too expensive and I didn’t buy it...

"Sit down, I have scald ointment." Yan Hang rummaged in the drawer of the TV cabinet and took out a small golden ointment.

I saw this ointment in the drugstore today on the first day of the new year, and it was more than 30 yuan.

Although the salesperson said that this medicine is very good and will not suffocate the wound, he still thinks it is too expensive!

Very expensive!

His toothpaste is less than ten dollars!

However, it was surprising that there was scald ointment in Yan Hang's small medicine box. He looked at Yan Hang: "You still have this at home. Have this, this?"

"I bought it last week." Yan Hang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, squatted down to his leg, holding the ointment to give him medicine, "My dad was cooking with an oily idea, not to mention burns, so I went to buy it. One."

I laughed at the first grade.

"Squeamish." Yan Hang also smiled, holding the ointment but didn't move.

On the first day of the first year, he tilted his head and quietly glanced at his face and found that Yan Hang's eyes were a little red, but he couldn't tell whether it was because he didn't get enough sleep or wanted to cry.

But before he could continue his research, Yan Hang had already bowed his head and started rubbing him.

"Fortunately," Yan Hang said while rubbing the medicine. "It's not serious. What are you doing to get such a big piece of iron?"

"I have the soup, hold it steady." After hesitating for a long time on the first day of the junior high school, he decided not to tell the truth. He didn't want Yan Hang to know that it was because he didn't go home for dinner and forgot to say it.

Yan Hang smiled.

After applying the ointment on one leg, he said again: "You grandma lifted it."

In the first day of the first year, Yan Hang would have guessed it directly, so he could only keep silent.

"Just a guess," Yan Hang said, "Is it great?"

The first day of the new year laughed: "Awesome."

"Run out and stay for so long, will your grandma smoke you again when you go back?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's not at night, people care about me." said the first day.

"So," Yan Hang looked at him, "you don't plan to go home tonight, do you?"

On the first day of the new year, he bowed his head and nodded silently for a long time.

"Run away from home," Yan Hang put the medicine on the back of his feet, then stood up, "I was scalded away...It was the first time you grew up, and absenteeism took him away from home. "

He smiled and said nothing on the first day.

Yan Hang washed his hands and went back to the living room to sit down, looking at the dazed first day.

When he grows up, there are two situations in the house at night, one is he alone, the other is him and his father, no one else has ever stayed at his house.

But he would not resist staying here on the first day of the new year.

I have always felt that I have been completely accustomed to loneliness, but today's situation is not just loneliness, but also a deep fear of the unknown. At this time, there is a person by the side, even if he doesn't say a word, he will not be so frightened.

"You squeeze with me," Yan Hang said, "This sofa can't sleep anybody, my dad's room..."

He didn't want to move Dad's room.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Then you go to sleep," Yan Hang could see that he was already quite sleepy on the first day of the new year, "I have to go to class tomorrow."

"Are you not sleeping?" Lu Yi looked at him.

"I...sleep." Yan Hang stood up and went to bed to stay in a daze.

The two pillows on the bed, Yan Hang, are always on top of each other. He likes to sleep higher, but giving one to the first one today will not affect him. He will definitely not fall asleep anyway.

"Want to talk, chat for a while?" asked after lying on the bed on the first day of the new year.

"Stopping and chatting with people," Yan Hang leaned against the bed, reached out his hand to turn off the light, took the phone and turned it on, "Sleep you."

"Oh," Chuyi smiled, "Good night."

"Good night." Yan Hang said.

There is also the previous page on his mobile phone, which is a local information forum. In addition to various trading posts, advertising posts, rumor posts, there will be gossip about various emergencies.

Seeing that he was standing across the street on the first day of the junior high school, he was about to go to the toilet and read the post titled "Has anyone heard about the murder in Linhe District".

As for why you don’t turn it on right away, you have to go to the toilet...

It's because he is afraid.

In the past, he was only afraid of his father not coming back. Now there are more and more things to fear. Any little information may make his heart seem to be grabbed.

After saying good night on the first day of the junior high school, she quietly didn't make any more noises, and didn't even move.

Yan Hangdian made a post.

He glanced quickly, both discussing and asking about the specific situation. At first glance, there was no useful content, but he was relieved.

-That buddy has been revenge!My friend mixed that piece!Don't ask me, I don't know anything else!

Yan Hang's downward finger suddenly stopped.

To be honest, this post looks very bragging, especially the latter sentence, don’t ask me, the other place is "Come and ask me if you guys come and ask me how I can keep blowing."

The people who replies to the following posts obviously have this idea, and no one cares about this level.

But Yan Hang's intuition told him that this person was telling the truth.

Friends mixed this film.

Mix this piece.

Liang Bing.

Yan Hang and Liang Bing dealt face-to-face only once, but what he usually could see on these streets was regarded as "mixed", indeed only Liang Bing.

There is another sentence in the reply, I don't know anything else.

This sentence should also be true.

Looking at Liang Bing's appearance, even if he was a gangster, he would walk sideways on these streets, and if he went out, he would have to be beaten up.

At this level, you don’t know much if you know a little bit.

But knowing much is considered knowing.

Moreover, Liang Bing has never appeared before such a big incident on his "turf"...

Yan Hang twisted his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then turned his head to see if he fell asleep on the first day of the first day of the junior high school.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard the first sigh slightly: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang replied, "I thought you were asleep."

"Sleep, can't sleep." Chu Yi turned his head and looked at him.

"Is my phone too bright?" Yan Hang looked at the screen. It was already at 50% brightness. He adjusted it down again. "Or choose a seat?"

"No," on the first day of the new year, he wrinkled his eyebrows and suffocated for a long time before saying softly, "My dad didn't go home today."

Yan Hang's phone couldn't be held firmly and hit the bridge of his nose.

A soreness.

"Buy a hand, cell phone holder." Chu Yi reached out and touched the bridge of his nose.

"Doesn't your father often not go home?" Yan Hang asked.

"When I go outside, I won't go back, but I will follow, my mother said," Chu Yi sighed, "I didn't say it today, and I can't get through with the mobile phone."

Yan Hang felt like he was thrown into the ice cellar.

The chill did not come suddenly, but a little bit from the soles of the feet, from the fingertips into the body.

So many things cannot be accidental.

What he has been worried about should have...had happened.

The only thing I don't understand is how my dad can relate to this matter.

"Your dad's colleague, leader, didn't you ask what happened?" Yan Hang suppressed his panic and asked softly.

"No electricity, then," said the first day of the new year, "my mother will go to the company and see the company tomorrow."

"Yeah." Yan Hang wanted to find one more sentence to say, not to let his panic be so obvious, but he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't find a word.

"I don't, I shouldn't say this," said in a low voice on the first day of the new year, "you are not open, heart."

"It's okay, I...nothing big," Yan Hang said, "I've always been emotional and hypocritical."

"No." said the first day.

"Nothing?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Chu Yi twitched his lips and smiled, "You are very, chic."

"Charming," Yan Hang also smiled, "You are still young."

Chic.

He once felt that he was particularly chic, and his father was even more chic from his bones.

In fact, it is nothing more than that they all used the same method to cover up.

"Yan Hang," reached out his hand in the first year of junior high school, touched his arm a few times, and grabbed his wrist. "Do you have, what's wrong, happy, and when you want to talk, you can follow ,Tell me."

"Well," Yan Hang laughed, "Little angel."

Yan Hang's wrist is quite thin, and he can feel the wrist bone in his palm when holding it.

He felt very comfortable on the first day of the junior high. He closed his eyes and lightly tapped his fingers on Yan Hang's wrist.

Sometimes when he couldn't fall asleep, he would gently beat the rhythm like this, and it would be easier to fall asleep under the monotonous and repetitive feeling, but I don't know if this method is useful for Yan Hang.

After clicking for a while, he suddenly felt something different on the inside of Yan Hang's wrist.

There seems to be a very thin bump.

scar?

His first reaction was not very good, but the bulge of this trail was vertical...

When he was about to touch it again, Yan Hang took out his hand and clicked his backhand on his forehead: "Go to sleep."

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

After a while, Yan Hang said again: "It's a small scar. It was cut by a nail when I fell down."

"Ah, doesn't it hurt?" asked the first day.

"It doesn't hurt, in fact it doesn't feel much." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, he wanted to turn his face to Yan Hang, but when he turned to the side, he found that his leg was pressed, so he turned back and lay on his back.

Yan Hang touched a small bottle by the pillow and sprayed something on his pillow.

It smells very good, with a faint scent, mixed with Yan Hang's breath, and sleepiness slowly rises up.

"Is it a fan, soul fragrance?" he asked.

"You need to be a bitch," Yan Hang said, "Lavender spray, sleep aid."

"...Oh." He closed his eyes and smiled.

The post on the forum was quite long. Yan Hang read it several times from start to finish. There were all kinds of opinions, including robbery, revenge, and rush, but they were basically speculations.

Except for the "don't ask me" layer leader, there is basically no reliable content.

When Yan Hang refreshed again to see if there was any new content, the system showed that the post had been deleted.

He frowned and threw the phone aside.

I can’t fall asleep anymore. I haven’t been able to fall asleep for several days. Today, I haven’t seen any confusion for a second. It’s terrible.

He leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes and touched the scar on his wrist.

He froze for a while and sat up gently again. The first day of the day next to him was already asleep, his breathing relaxed and calm.

Yan Hang sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

Let your mind slowly empty.

This is difficult. Every time Dad says we come to meditate, he can't do it.

Although there is a whole night now, he knew that he couldn't do it before it even started, and he couldn't do it normally, and it's even more impossible in this situation.

Can only be used to pass the time.

There are all things in my mind.

Dad.

The dead man.

Dad in the first grade.

Liang Bing.

He wanted to connect these, but couldn't find the thread.

He leaned on the head of the bed all night, and at dawn he felt that he could not move anymore and his back pain was severe.

What made him admire was that he hadn't even turned over the whole night on the first day of the new year, and kept his face up to the sky for a few hours, no snoring, no grinding of teeth, no sleep talk.

Quiet as if it didn't exist.

It should be a solid sleep.

Yan Hang checked the time, and he could sleep for another half an hour according to the normal school time, but he didn't know whether to wake up and go home on the first day of the new year.

While hesitating, the phone rang next to the pillow on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang took a look, and it showed "Mom" on it.

"Hey, the first day of the first day," he quickly pushed forward the first day of the first day, "Your mother called."

"Hmm..." Chu Yi gave a bewildered voice without opening his eyes.

"Your grandma is going to smoke you!" Yan Hang picked up his cell phone, trying to help him pick up the phone first, and it would take more than a dozen times after pulling it off. There was no cell phone at all, and the screen went black. .

"I'm coming." I woke up on the first day of the first year, rubbed his eyes and took the phone. Like luck, he turned on the screen first, and then pressed the answering circle and slowly pulled it aside. This time he picked up and sat down. Get up, "Hello?"

"If you dare to come back at noon today, I dare to hack you!" The voice over there rushed out, "You are going crazy! Your dad is missing after playing day and night! You follow along, right! Don't come back if you have the ability Up!"

Before the beginning of the year, the phone was hung up over there.

The mother of the first year of junior high school should be very angry, her voice was very loud, and Yan Hang could hear clearly beside her.

"I'll accompany you back," Yan Hang said, "I will explain to them, blame me, I should let you go back yesterday."

"No, no," shook his head on the first day of the new year, "Besides you no, don't let me stay, and I won't go back next time."

Yan Hang watched him silently.

On the first day of the junior high school, I felt a bit shameless in the past two days.

It can't be said to be outrageous, that is, he suddenly didn't follow the routine of the past ten years.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

It's like suddenly entering a period of rebellion that has never been and thought never will happen.

It is not clear whether it is because of Yan Hang, or the depressive atmosphere that the family can no longer bear because of the sudden disappearance of his father.

He suddenly ignored him, his mother's elongated face, grandma's raised arms, grandpa's double Q like a black hole...

But after getting up and eating early Yan Hang's cooking, he decided to go to school.

After all, there is something at home now, so he should let go of his rebellious period first. Mom is indeed very upset.

"Don't come over at noon," Yan Hang said, "go home directly after school."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"If your father has any news, please tell me." Yan Hang said.

"Okay," the first day of the junior high school said, "If you have something, please call me."

"Good." Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder.

When I walked out of Yan Hang's house on the first day of the new year, I was a little bit reluctant.

He likes to stay with Yan Hang, even if it is Yan Hang who is a little gloomy now, he doesn't care.

As he walked to school, he took out his phone and looked at it again, not knowing what he wanted to see.

In such a short time, neither his mother nor Yan Hang would contact him so soon.

He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.

When he entered the classroom at school, he felt that the atmosphere was more lively than usual.

As soon as he sat in his seat, Li Zihao at the back leaned forward: "Hey, the first day of the new year."

The first day of the new year did not make a sound and did not move.

"A person died by the river yesterday, do you know what's going on?" Li Zihao asked, "Your home is the nearest to that area. You were absent from class yesterday afternoon. Did you see something?"

"No." The first one replied, as expected, they were all discussing this matter.

"Fuck!" Li Zihao gave him a push, "What are you playing cool!"

"Really not." said the first day.

"I heard it was a rush, didn't you hear anything?" Li Zihao's gossip curiosity overwhelmed his anger, and he continued to ask, "Then why did you go yesterday afternoon?"

"I have a fever," said the first day of the new year, "sleep at home, sleep."

"Fa, fever, sleep at home, sleep," Li Zihao learned from him, and everyone next to him laughed. Li Zihao pushed him again, "I'm so dull, I'm afraid it's your death downstairs. Do not know at all."

On the first day of the new year, the people around him changed the subject after a while and continued to discuss the rush by the river.

In the first year of junior high school, I didn't quite understand what these people were excited about. Did they substitute the hacking person, the hacked person, or just because someone died in this bloody way?

For two consecutive classes, he never stopped discussing for four weeks.

When the second get out of class was over, the head teacher entered the classroom, stood at the door and looked into the classroom for two laps before his eyes fell on the first day of the junior high school: "You come here for the first day of the junior high school."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned. He had never been called out of the classroom by the teacher. Sometimes he felt that the teacher might not know him.

The people around were also a little surprised. When he stood up, someone said: "People don't kill in the first time, right?"

A group of people suddenly smiled.

On the first day of the junior high school, he glanced at the speaker and walked to the door of the classroom. The head teacher pointed at those people: "Don't make fun of this kind of thing!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he followed the class teacher downstairs with some anxiety. When he got downstairs, the class teacher stopped: "You go home first, something happened to your house. Your aunty just called the school to help you take a leave."

"Wh, what, what, something?" I was stunned when I heard that, suddenly panicked.

"She didn't say," said the head teacher, "don't worry, go home and see what's going on."

"Thanks, thanks, thanks..." The first day of the first one was anxious and it was even more difficult to ask.

"Go back, stop talking," the head teacher waved, "Be careful on the road!"

He didn't speak any more in the first year of the new year, turned around and ran towards the school gate.

What's the matter?

What can happen at home?

It's not a problem for a grandmother to take off and fight with others, what else can it be?

... Dad?

What can happen to dad?

Car accident?

He didn't dare to think about it. He took out his cell phone while running. Now he didn't dare to call his mother, so he could only call his aunt first.

The phone that didn't respond for a long time gave him the urge to throw away this broken thing for the first time.

After half a street ran out, the phone finally dialed out.

The aunt over there immediately answered the phone: "Puppy?"

"What's wrong!" shouted the first day.

"Don't worry, don't worry," the aunt said quickly, "I'm at your house, I'll wait for you at the intersection, don't worry!"

"Is it my dad!" Chuyi couldn't help asking, "It's a car, a car..."

"It's not a car accident, no, it's just the police asking something," the aunt said, "it's still not clear about the specific situation..."