A Lucky Coin

We were together early in the morning, when the family was still asleep, he got up and took his wallet and went out.

The money bag is a bag with a little money saved by him, but after experiencing the normal expenses and the normal expenses, the money saved here is really very small.

He took out all the money in the corridor and counted it. It was less than thirty yuan, which was enough for him who had never spent much.

But if he wants to get a haircut, he is not too sure.

After all, he hasn't been to the barbershop yet when he grows up.

When I was a child, my dad directly used the fader to push his bald head. After school, he didn't shave his head, but he just took the scissors around his head and clicked around. After the third grade, my dad was very busy when he came to this company and drove people. Regardless of his hair, maybe grandma and mother have long hair, and grandpa is bald, so I don’t know that there is a haircut procedure.

From then on to the present, I cut my hair in front of the mirror on the first day of the new year, and there was no design or anything. The standard was not to cover my eyes or to tie my neck. No one looked at him anyway.

I watch it every day.Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, he sighed and regretted not having a haircut earlier. Yan Hang didn't even see what he looked like after the haircut.

But it doesn't matter, he plans to take a few selfies and keep them after he finishes sorting them out, and show them to Yan Hang when he has a chance.

...Is there any chance?

On the first day of the junior high school, while walking down the street, he wondered what kind of hairstyle he wanted to fix. Yan Hang said, don’t be too short, you have to fix it if it is too short.

Let's be a little longer.

In fact, he didn't have any idea about hairstyles, no matter how long or short.

But after standing in front of the two barbershops for a while, he found that compared to hairstyles, price was his least conceptual thing.

Cut it for 68 yuan!

The 48 of them must be considered cheap!

Grab money!

Are you using pure gold scissors!

Have you finished being a fairy?

Although he initially thought that the barbershops opened on the streets and commercial plazas might be of a higher level, in the end he found an ordinary barbershop on a more remote side street.

At first glance, there is no hair stylist who has returned from Hong Kong, and the hair stylist is not a shop called tony and kevin.

25 yuan.

Against the background of the previous 48 and 68, this 25 piece looks very sweet.

Yes, that's it.

"Washing your hair is cutting your hair?" a young lady asked him.

"...Cut." The first one replied.

"Then wash it first," said the young lady.

I felt a little confused on the first day of the junior high school. What is the significance of the previous question?

The young lady was very cool, she didn't say a word when she was washing her hair, she held her head back and forth, and only asked three questions.

"Is it strong?"

I didn't hear it clearly in the first day of the new year.So there is no answer.

"Is the water hot?"

I still didn't hear it clearly in the first grade.

"Are you still catching?"

On the first day of the junior high school, I felt that it was probably the first time in my life that I entered the barber shop.

Finally, when the young lady handed him to the hair stylist, he suddenly realized what she was asking, but the question was overdue.

The hair stylist is called A Chao.

A Chao also didn't say a word, picked up the scissors, grabbed his hair and snapped.

On the first day of the junior high school, I felt my eyes were scared of cosmetic contact lenses, so I quickly said: "Don't, it's too short."

"Yeah." A Chao glanced in the mirror, and continued to raise the knife very coldly.

I didn't bother to talk about it in the first year of the junior high. It was hard to talk about. No matter how ugly it is, it will never be uglier than the one I cut.

...I wonder if Yan Hang would design his hairstyle if he was there?

Yan Hang might help him design a nice hairstyle.

Yan Hang's own hairstyle is very good, and Yan Hang's clothes are also very good-looking. Although they are basically super casual sports and leisure, Yan Hang can dress very well. Yan Hang also uses perfume, which is very stinky. .

When I first thought about it, I wanted to laugh inexplicably, and after a while I couldn't laugh again.

Bored.

Yan Hang is gone.

All the various imaginations he had soaked with Yan Hang this summer vacation fell through.

I thought that even if Yan Hang would leave, he would be after the summer vacation.

On the first day of the new year, he stared at the scissors in the mirror.

"Okay." After A Chao cut and pushed on his head, finished cutting and blowing, he took away the piece of cloth that had been tied around his neck.

On the first day of the new year, I quickly stood up and looked at my head in the mirror.

Very... handsome.

It’s not cut too short, and there are some bangs on the forehead, which is much stronger than the dog that he cut himself. It looks very energetic, and it is not the mushroom head he can't stand the most. There are ten boys in the vocational school. Nine and a half are mushroom heads, and I feel uncomfortable every time I see them.

He wrote down A Chao's name and planned to come back next time to find this person.

When he walked out of the barbershop, the wind blew over him, and he felt that his whole person had become lighter. For so long before, he was so heavy that he could not lift his head every day.

Although there were only three dollars left in his pocket, he was walking with a jump, and he felt as though someone was watching him halfway, and he lowered his head embarrassedly.

There was no one by the river, but there was a boat in the river. Several workers were cleaning the silt and rubbish along the river. The area where Yan Hang was looking for a pen with him had been cleaned up, and the river water was shining in the sun.

On the first day of the new year, I stood there and looked for a while, then took out my phone.

After resting the phone for a few days, he stopped jumping around by himself, but he was too slow to communicate with his ideas. He tried several times to take a selfie with his teeth, but failed.

In the end, the phone went black, and he tried to press the power button repeatedly, feeling that he was doing CPR on the phone.

But until he returned home, the phone did not wake up.

The atmosphere at home is still the same, it was already depressing, but the disappearance of my father made it even more difficult.

In fact, grandma and grandpa are in good condition. Grandma smokes and watches TV. Grandpa goes out to play chess. By the way, he talks about the murder of his son-in-law with a bunch of old men.

Mainly mom.

Before the accident, she had been looking for a job. After the accident, her job search was gone, and she sat at home in a daze every day.

When entering the door on the first day of the new year, my mother glanced at him.

He suddenly became nervous.

At this time, he spent 25 yuan to cut his head, which is very easy to cause anger.

"Oh, I got a haircut," my mother opened her mouth with a sneer, "it's a lot of money."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and sat beside the small desk.

"I'm going to lose the family with his dad," grandma said, "for you to eat and drink, and for you to go to school, the family has such a big event, and I'm living a pretty cool life."

On the first day of the new year, I didn't listen carefully to what my grandma and mother said. I opened the small loop and stared at the words I wrote yesterday.

After a while, he turned his head: "I don't, Shang Pu, Pu Gao is now."

My mother was stunned. Grandma didn't seem to react at all, pinching a melon seed and staring at him.

"No, I won't go to college, I will learn."

"It's a long-term story, can you pass the exam?" Grandma returned to her senses and continued to knock on the seeds.

My mother jumped up suddenly and rushed to the desk in two steps.

On the first day of the new year, he quickly leaned on the table and hugged his head.

The mother's gossip serial palm fell on him at eight times the speed, and the crackling made it hard to tell that it was a slap.

Gritting his teeth on the first day.

My mother slammed his head, shoulders and arms, and said when she finally stopped, "What did you say?"

"I didn't pass the exam, too," said the first day of the junior high school.

My mother probably had run out of strength, turned back to the sofa and sat down.

Chu has been getting up, leaning on the chair and continuing to stare at the notebook.

There is only TV sound in the house.

I didn't know how long it had passed. On the first day of the new year, he opened the drawer, took out his mobile phone hidden in the drawer, and walked to his mother.

My mother's eyes widened when she saw the phone in his hand.

"Change with you," said the first day of the new year, "you give it to me, you use this."

"Where did it come from?" Mom asked.

No sound on the first day.

"Er Ping gave it to him!" Grandma threw the melon seed shell, "Otherwise, who else is there!"

"Throw it to me!" Mom was about to come over to grab it.

On the first day of the new year, he quickly retracted his hand: "My phone is broken, it's broken."

My mother stared at him with a gloomy face like a red warning for typhoon.

"You don't need me, just use it." said the first day.

Mom still stared at him.

I waited for a while on the first day, turned back to the desk, took out his old phone, pulled out the card and put it in the new phone, and then turned on the phone.

After seeing the desktop, he put the phone back in his pocket, and the old one was stuffed into the drawer. After all, his father gave it to him.

He was reluctant to throw it away.

There was still silence in the room, and on the first day of the year, he didn't continue to take his phone out to find a place to take selfies.

From saying that he didn't want to go to Pugao to taking out his mobile phone and now, he has basically used up all his courage, and now he has no other emotions except nervousness and anxiety.

The whole person seems to be collapsed.

He got on the table and closed his eyes.

When I was about to eat in the afternoon, my grandfather came back from playing chess, and there was no sound at home.

"Have you cooked? Hungry to death." Grandpa said.

"Then starve to death." Mom said.

"Have you taken gun drugs?" Grandpa said, "Is it a matter of this? It's like dying one by one. It's a big deal to remarry. That man in the world?"

"Why are you still alive?" Grandma said.

"It's early!" Grandpa said.

I got up on the first day of the junior high school, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at it, and took out some meat and vegetables, as well as a lot of steamed bread.

He steamed the steamed bun, and Yan Hang's hand swayed before his eyes while cutting the meat.

The fingers look slender and strong, and when handling the ingredients, they are like dancing. Every small movement can make people stare and want to play repeatedly.

He sighed softly.

Suddenly miss Yan Hang very much, not knowing why.

He didn't even miss his dad too much, he was more angry and worried about him.

But he wanted Yan Hang.

Many times he would subconsciously think of Yan Hang and want to stay beside Yan Hang. Yan Hang can relax him with a few words.

Although he did not live in Yan Hang's days, that was how he lived.

But Yan Hang appeared and disappeared. Everything changed. What was previously tolerable, able to carry, and able to suppress things that I never thought about, became a little bit sharper.

Owned and lost, this is what he fears most.

He didn't know if he was too selfish, he wanted to find Yan Hang more than he wanted to find his father.

I randomly fried two dishes for dinner. After the family finished eating in silence, they went out on the first day of the new year.

He knows his mother, and his mother ignored him after beating him, and this state may last a long time, a few days, a few months, a year or two is not impossible.

He sighed softly.

I still have too little experience. I don’t know that once some changes happen, it will be a chain reaction. The waves that arouse are much bigger than I imagined, and a random wave can overwhelm him only...

1.5 meters?

Height.

On the first day of the junior high school, I stood on the measuring instrument in the boxing gym and looked at the numbers on it.

Sadness, first year!

Is it a bit too far away from two meters?

"Today alone?" someone asked behind him, "Is your uncle here?"

On the first day of the new year, he quickly blocked the numbers with his hands, and then turned his head. He saw that it was a coach in the boxing gym and had a good conversation with Uncle Yan before.

Uncle Yan is a magical person, and it seems that he can chat with anyone if he wants to.

"Well," the first day of the month replied, "I will be my own from now on."

"That's it," the coach smiled, "then you can..."

In the first year of junior high school, if you know what the coach means, the gym can ask the coach to give instruction alone.

but.

"I have no money." He answered truthfully.

"Hey," the coach laughed, "It's okay, then you can practice by yourself. If you don't understand, you can ask us."

"Thank you." He smiled.

Uncle Yan has not taught him for a long time, but he has taught him some basic things and also told him the general direction of practice. He only needs to practice according to these.

“It’s not that you have to become a boxer,” said Uncle Yan. “If this thing takes a long time, the reaction speed and strength will be improved. When fighting with people, it will definitely take advantage. You can see how fast Yan Hang’s response is, Can grow taller."

On the first day of the junior high school, in front of the sandbag, he carefully recalled what Uncle Yan said, and followed every sentence.

When he punched the punching bag, he felt a joy that he had never felt before.

Although there are still injuries on the body, I can no longer feel the pain caused by the pulling of the muscles, only the "bang" when the force erupts in the sweat and breath.

The coach in the middle came over twice, probably because he was too happy and the posture went off. The coach came to correct the angle of his punch.

An hour later, Lu Yi stopped leaning on a sandbag.

Looking at the two people practicing next to each other.

That's it, compared with Yan Hang, it's still almost.

"Just clean and tidy up at night. You can ask if it can be done. The original aunt said that she would bring her to cook and take her grandson." A young lady in boxing gym uniform walked past him on the phone, "It's all like this at night. It's so hard to find..."

Turning his head on the first day of the new year, my heart moved.

After watching the young lady walk to the front desk and finish talking on the phone, he went to wash his face, then plucked up the courage and walked over.

"Hello," he whispered, "I want to ask, ask."

"What's the matter?" Miss sister looked at him.

"You are, are you looking for someone to clean and clean at night?" asked the first day.

"Yes," said the young lady, "from 7 to 10:30, mainly sweeping and mopping the floor, as well as the hygiene of the locker room and shower room. Do you want to introduce someone?"

"Me," said softly on the first day of the junior high school, "Can I do it?"

"You?" Miss sister was stunned, turned to look at an older girl next to her, then turned to look at him, "Do you want to do summer work?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Miss sister probably has never encountered such a situation, and she is a little confused: "But we haven't hired summer jobs here, and we hired laid-off aunts..."

"What's the matter?" The coach walked over and asked.

"Oh, don't we want to recruit aunts who clean up at night," the young lady pointed to the first day of the new year, "this little boy wants to come."

The coach looked at the first day of the first day with some surprise: "Aren't you here to punch?"

"No, delay." The first day of the new year was a little nervous.

He is not as emboldened as Yan Hang. Yan Hang has seen everything going north and south, and he has a fluent English bonus. He can find a job at random by taking Yan Jidao's ID card when he goes out. He doesn't have that ability.

"Hey, are you..." The older girl suddenly looked at him, "Is your dad...the front side of my house..."

On the first day of the junior high school, the whole person suddenly sank, and the boxing gym was four stops away from home. He didn't expect to meet people living there.

"What?" The coach looked at her.

"Just a while ago, isn't our house... killing people..." the girl said hesitantly.

"I..." Turned around on the first day of the new year and walked to the door, "Forget it."

"It's very tiring at night. The shower room has to wait for people to finish washing before they can go in and clean. It may be very late to finish," the coach said behind him, "Can you?"

On the first day of the new year, he turned his head suddenly: "Okay."

"Please register for him," the coach said to the young lady. "No one was hired anyway."

"Okay." The young lady nodded.

Looking at the coach on the first day of junior high school: "Really?"

"This is our boss," said the little sister, "he must do it if he says it's OK."

After Yan Hang recommended the last set of barbells, he sat up and watched Cui Yi play parallel bars on the equipment next to him.

"The doctor," Cui Yi said as he pushed up, "have been talking for almost two months? How do you feel?"

"Are you showing that you can still speak without panting?" Yan Hang said.

"Answer the question." Cui Yi jumped down and sat next to him.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I have been making adjustments according to the doctor's instructions, and I am taking the medicine."

"Well, you have to say that you can go to work before you can go to work," Cui Yi said, "I've already said that at the hotel, you can go anytime."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to show up like this?" Yan Hang asked.

"How big can a waiter present," Cui Yi smiled, "If you are more than you, there are no more, and if you are less than you, there are no more. You just listen to me."

"Yeah." Yan Hang lay on the supine board, preparing to practice for a while.

In fact, he used to run mostly. He would only play when his father took him to the gym. Now he comes to Cui Yi three times a week. I don't know if it's because of boredom or because he misses his father.

"I'll get the library certificate for you," Cui Yi said. "Go when you want to read a book."

"Thank you," Yan Hang said, "Really."

"I don't know what to say so polite." Cui Yi laughed.

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

Coming out of the gym, Cui Yi couldn't hold back, pulling him to eat skewers.

"After practicing this way, I will have a meal at the sea," Yan Hang said as he ate, "What is the significance of the previous two hours?"

"It's mainly psychological satisfaction." Cui Yi said.

When he came out of the shop after eating, Yan Hang stretched while waiting for Cui Yi to drive.

I am a little tired, but I am in a good mood.

Walking out of the darkness again, he was a little emotional.

When I looked back at the sign of the skewers restaurant, I suddenly thought of the first year.

Thinking that after running, they carried a large bag of barbecue and went home to eat supper... They were quite edible on the first day of the first year.

He smiled, took out his phone, and took a picture of the sign of the barbecue shop.

After thinking about it for a long time, I only posted it on Weibo, and didn't read the comments anymore.

In fact, he was a little afraid to see the content that was emotional because of the "return of missing persons", even if it was a joke, it would make him feel sad.

It will make him unable to help but think of the first day of the junior high school.

The summer vacation is almost over, what are you doing on the first day of the junior high school?

Does Liang Bing still trouble him?

Classmate meeting theory?

How is the situation at home?

As usual when I got home on the first day of the new year, it was quiet. Now I come back late every day, and everyone in the family is asleep, which is fine.

He took a shower, sat down at the desk, and opened the small notebook.

Several pages had been written on it in a mess, and he turned it slowly. Some of them no longer knew what they wanted to express, but some could still remember the mood at that time.

-A junior one who has a job

-The female shower room is much cleaner than the male shower room

-My shoulders are sore

-Leg pain, insufficient side kick strength

-Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang

-Almost rich

-166.5?????Sprouted on the first day of the new year????

-School is about to start, no homework or homework

-Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Yan Yan Jidao

-I picked up a piebald stone today

-There is a hornet's nest above the tree hole!!!

I don't know when this hornet's nest grew. He hadn't seen it last week. When I went there yesterday, I was overheard by the hornet.

He sighed and took out his pen.

-I dreamed of Yan Hang yesterday

After writing this sentence, he put down the pen with a little embarrassment, leaned on the table and took out his phone.

I clicked twice. I wanted to click a game to play, but when I saw it clearly, I found that I clicked Moments.

Yan Hang remained silent and disappeared.

In the dialog box, there are still photos of his new hairstyle that he posted last month.

He took a selfie for two hours, and finally picked one out of his cell phone.

After sending it to Yan Hang, he waited for a long time, and kept opening WeChat for fear that he didn't hear the prompt, but Yan Hang never responded.

The only thing that can give him a sigh of relief is probably that Yan Hang didn't block him or delete him.

Staring at Yan Hang's name for a while, he opened Weibo again.

The system forcibly added a few more attentions to the New Year's Day, and he persistently deleted them one by one, leaving only the little brother Xingtian.

When he was about to withdraw, he glanced at Xing Tian's name again.

Then he grabbed the phone and stood up suddenly.

The heartbeat was so violent, if it wasn't for the lack of throat and eyes, the heart could jump on the Tianling cover, and it would be a little overwhelming.

The latest content under Xing Tian's name has changed!

Xingtian updated Weibo!

When Xingtian's name was called, his hands shook as if he touched a switch.

There is no WIFI at home, and the traffic signal is not very good. After entering Xingtian's Weibo, it is blank, and the content cannot be transferred.

He ran to the kitchen with his mobile phone, climbed to the counter and stuck half of his body out of the window, and the content was finally loaded.

Not a word.

But just one photo made him almost want to shout.

The photo is a signboard of a barbecue restaurant, with four words on it, Xiao Li barbecue.

Xiao Li!barbecue!

He shuddered and zoomed in on the photo, looking at it centimeter by centimeter, trying to find something related to Yan Hang.

But no gain.

The photo was taken very clearly, but it was just a sign. If you want to take a picture of a shop window, I guess he might find Yan Hang's shadow on the glass, just a sign.

He squatted on the desk and looked at the photos several times.

The photo was posted last week, and I was a little depressed on the first day of the new year. It was several days before he actually saw it!

There are hundreds of comments below!

Are all the girls so free!

I opened the comments at the beginning of the day and looked at them carefully.

Seeing the last one from the first one, he didn't realize that anyone knew where it was.

Xiao Li barbecue.

This extremely appropriate restaurant name, I am afraid that every city has more than one, even if it is called Xiaochu BBQ...