A Lucky Coin

The guests of the boxing gym left early today. After cleaning up on the first day of the new year, they went home half an hour earlier than usual.

There is no one in the lobby, only the front desk lady who is waiting to lock the door is still sitting at the door, making a phone call with a smile on her face.

It is estimated that he was fighting with his boyfriend, and he smiled very shyly.

The little girl was very shy when she fell in love. It wasn't long before school started this semester, and she found out on the first day of the junior high.

The female classmate at the front table just smiled at Li Zihao.

It was amazing in the first year of junior high school. The two of them quarreled last semester. After a summer vacation, they were ready to go. After finishing school, they went happily for half a month. Now they left school and walked together hand in hand.

Li Zihao doesn't even bother to study the history of pseudo-confusion.

I sighed on the first day of the new year, and my future was ruined.

But now, even if Li Zihao's group wants to study, they won't look for him again. The fact that they beat Liang Bing to blood all over the face once or twice in the first year is now all known about the school, and there is even a divergence.

His life now is much better than before, and everyone is far away from him.

The loneliness in the past was because he was hiding, but now the loneliness was when others were hiding. There is still a big difference between the two tastes.

The hat that Dad is a fugitive murderer is on his head. Even if the case is solved one day, even if Dad is innocent, it is difficult to remove it. After all, the police will not beat the gongs and drums on them to announce the result. At most, a few words on the newspaper and TV, I saw it, and I didn't see it.

Under the "halo" of my father, the incident of beating Liang Bing on the first day of the new year has been infinitely magnified. If Liang Bing were not hanging around here all day, everyone would believe that Liang Bing had been killed by him.

Sitting on the edge of the ring on the first day of the junior high school, after a while, I realized that I had digressed.

In love.

There are many people who fall in love after the third year of junior high school. I don't know what it feels like to be in love. Everyone seems to be unable to stop. The teacher asked the parents to have three pairs, or they are still eager to try.

He hadn't thought about these things before, and it didn't make sense to think about it. He was not as tall as a girl before, and he was still stuttering...so he can only rely on guessing now, probably everyone will be lonely, lonely to a certain extent , Will want to find someone to stay with.

For example, he wants to stay with Yan Hang, and he doesn't need to talk...Oh, now he wants to fall in love, and it has nothing to do with Yan Hang...

But if Yan Hang has been there, he doesn't need to think about falling in love.

But as for Yan Hang, he stood up on the first day of the junior high school, straightened the crooked mat on the ground, and started punching at the sandbag. Yan Hang is so handsome and so chic. Those fans who watch him know that, Yan Hang talks about it. It's so easy to fall in love, maybe I've talked about it before.

No, no, no, Yan Hang said that he had never received a gift. If such a handsome guy has ever had a girlfriend, how could he have never received a gift.

On the first day of the day, he smiled and punched the sandbag continuously.

Uncle Yan was right. These exercises looked boring, but they did work. Now he can feel the speed increase when he punches. When he kicks the punching bag, he can already clearly feel the strength.

As for being longer, he doesn’t know if it’s useful. He’s got it right or practiced... I’m really not sure, anyway, the boys in the class looked like they were rolled when they returned to school after a summer vacation. Stretching out, Li Zihao is like a sea pole, going straight to 1.9 meters, becoming the tallest in the class.

Although he has stretched a lot, he is still in the short dial.

But for an aunt who hasn't seen him for three or four months, it is amazing that he has gained a little height compared to summer vacation.

When school was over at noon, my aunt passed by and asked to take him to dinner. The car stopped across the road from the school. He walked to the side of the car and the aunt didn’t see him. She opened the car door and she was shocked: "Ouch. Whose son is this!"

"Robbery." Lu Yi poke her arm with his finger.

"My God," the aunt laughed and patted his face, "I haven't seen him in the past few months, I can't recognize it at a glance! This big guy is taller than me."

"That's you too, too short." He got into the car on the first day of the new year and said with a smile.

"Yes, it's awesome," the aunt drove the car, "dogs can laugh at others for being short... 1.7 meters, right?"

"It's not enough," said the first day of the new year. "It's big, maybe. My legs hurt when I sleep at night. My mother said it's long. It's too fast."

"Yes, your uncle is also the one who dialed at this time, and his bones hurt so much that I couldn't sleep." The aunt looked at him, "has your clothes been small? You can't wear school uniforms?"

"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he looked down. Now he is wearing father's old clothes. Father doesn't buy clothes too much. The coat is not known where he got it. The words are printed on it, XX air conditioner.

The trousers are very handsome. The trousers are the sweatpants that Yan Hang gave him before. Now they can continue to wear when the weather is cold. In fact, they are not willing to wear them out.

"After dinner, my aunt will take you to buy a few sets of clothes," said the aunt. "I'm a big and small man. You need to look good, and you will have a figure soon. Wearing work clothes is too shabby."

"I have, I have money," said the first day of the new year, thinking about it a little proudly, "I work and work."

"Really?" The aunt was a little surprised, "Where?"

"One punch, Guan," Lu Yi rubbed his trouser legs gently, "cleaning, there are one or more than one thousand."

It took a long time for the auntie to say: "The puppy has grown up, it's really..."

"I invite you to dinner." Chu Yi patted his pocket.

He has been saving money for the past few months, and the boxing gym has paid his salary every month. He gives his mother eight hundred and keeps five hundred for himself, all of which are stored in the card.

Saving money is not for anything else. If he just wants to go to a vocational high school, his mother may stop paying him tuition in a rage. He has to find a way to prepare first.

If he didn't follow his mother's request, he might have to rely on himself in the future.

Moreover, even if my mother's character left according to her requirements, she didn't know when she would be offended.

Like Yan Hang, it is much safer to earn and spend by yourself.

The aunt did not refuse his request for a treat, and they went to have a small hot pot meal.

"Is there any news recently?" the aunt asked, "has the police ever called you again?"

"No." Chu Yi sighed softly.

"Oh," the aunt frowned, "your dad is really...but you don't have to bear the burden, no matter what he does or not, no matter what he does, it doesn't matter to you."

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

You are yourself first.

Don't know why, he thought of Uncle Yan's words.

Now he clearly understands the meaning of this sentence, but it is not easy to do it.

"Let's go," the aunt took a sip of tea, "go to the mall and buy you clothes."

"Don't go to the business, let's go to the market," the first day of the year thought for a while, "go for a walk, walk the street."

"Why?" Auntie laughed, "Would you like to save me money? Let's go, there are also discounts in the mall. Anyway, I will buy sportswear for you, wherever you go."

It was a rare day to rest. Yan Hang originally wanted to go back to sleep, but a few colleagues pulled him out to play. He has refused twice and can no longer find any reason.

If it was before, he wouldn't even look for a reason, maybe it was friendship for ten and a half months, it was unnecessary.

But now it's different. No one takes him around anymore. He will live here for as long as he wants. He has to learn to adapt to this kind of life.

Learn to know many colleagues and neighbors, learn to see familiar people every day, learn to walk in the crowd like an ordinary person.

This was the life he had expected.

But I don't know if it was because he was always on the road during the years when he was most likely to have deep memories, or because he was missing his father. Now when this kind of life really comes, he has always been unable to fully devote himself.

My colleague said to find a place to play cards after eating. When passing by the clothing store, the two girls couldn't hold back and entered the store.

He sat there with another male colleague watching them try on clothes.

"Does it look good?" A girl changed her clothes and walked up to them.

"It looks good," the male colleague nodded, "It's very white, and you are already very white."

The girl smiled and looked at Yan Hang again.

"White." Yan Hang nodded.

These two were in the stage of secretly giving away the Qiubo, he didn't plan to talk more to snatch the show.

However, when another girl named Zhang Chen came over, Yan Hang felt embarrassed. Although he had never been in a relationship and had no chance to experience the so-called "favorite", he could still perceive something.

"How about it!" Zhang Chen akimbo.

"You step on it again," Yan Hang reached out and hooked a small stool next to her. "You can say lines with a knife."

"I drive this mountain," Zhang Chen stepped on the stool, "I occupy this stool. If you want to cross this road, you must praise my beauty."

Yan Hang gave her a thumbs up: "Beautiful."

"Thank you." Zhang Chen said.

"No rhyme at all," said the male colleague next to him.

"I'm telling you, it's just your EQ," Zhang Chen sighed, and said as he walked toward the mirror, "you don't need two episodes of Gongdou drama. You don't need two episodes of brain-disabled idol dramas."

"This mouth is broken." The male colleague sighed.

Yan Hang laughed.

The two girls tried clothes for half an hour, but didn't buy one.

Yan Hang sighed as he walked out of the store in the complex eyes of the shopping guide: "Is this a digestive exercise?"

"Clever," Zhang Chen snapped his fingers, "it's still soothing. We just finished taking selfies in the fitting room. Some clothes don't need to be bought, just take a picture."

"...Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

The next activity is playing cards.

They found a tea room and then started playing mahjong.

Yan Hang found it quite boring. He would rather go for a run or turn a few pages at this time, even if he was stunned.

But the interest of several people was quite high, so he could only grit his teeth without disappointment, playing cards while listening to them talking about things in the restaurant.

The restaurant Cui Yi introduced to him is a western restaurant in a five-star hotel, which is incomparable to the small restaurants he worked in before.

Perhaps Cui Yi brags for him. During the interview, the foreman used English to make appointments on the phone with him. During the interview, he always spoke English in various ways like fighting. For the first time, he felt that the interview was really him. Mom is in pain.

Fortunately, he passed carefully and safely without shame on Cui Yi.

But after I went to work, I discovered that the English of other waiters might be enough to order a meal.

Suddenly felt that I was very disadvantaged.

"Is Sister Chen pregnant?" Zhang Chen said.

Sister Chen is their foreman, a very strict eldest sister, but she is very beautiful, and Yan Hang likes to listen to her.

"It seems to be," said the other girl, "isn't it time to resign? Her former foreman resigned after being pregnant."

"Probably not, she is a workaholic," Zhang Chen said, "I really think she can work until the moment before entering the delivery room, I have never seen such a hard worker."

"Then someone has to do it for her," said a low EQ male colleague in the brain-dead idol drama who couldn't survive three episodes. "I don't know who it will be. I hope it won't be as fierce as her."

"He." Zhang Chen pointed at Yan Hang.

Several people looked over together, Yan Hang did not raise his eyes, looked at the card in his hand: "You can't just point me at everything just because I'm handsome."

Several people laughed, and low EQ said: "That's why he is."

"When the new boss made a private visit last week," Zhang Chen said, "If we didn't have Yan Hang, we would have to be criticized."

"Not so exaggerated," Low EQ said, "Isn't it just a variety of faults, but also asked about the side dishes..."

"Then you didn't answer, you didn't understand what people were saying," Zhang Chen put his chin on, "I thought, ah, this little brother Yan is so handsome."

"You..." Yan Hang showed the card, and when he was about to speak, the phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was Cui Yi, and he answered the call.

"Playing outside?" Cui Yi asked.

"Well, with a few colleagues," Yan Hang said, "what?"

When asked the word "how", he was a little nervous. Cui Yi usually doesn't call him except for calling him to the gym.

The time of this call was exactly the time he was busy in the office, and Yan Hang suddenly had a suffocating guess in his mind.

"Then call me when you want to go back," Cui Yi said, "I..."

"I'll go back now." Yan Hang put down the card and stood up.

"Is it urgent?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

He nodded.

"Then you go quickly," Zhang Chen said, "I will settle the bill for a while and I will help you with the money when I go to work tomorrow."

"You take it," Yan Hang took his coat and smiled at several people, walked out quickly, lowered his voice, "Is my dad got news?"

"No," Cui Yi said, "Don't be nervous."

"Oh." Yan Hang replied and stood on the side of the road, unsure whether he was relieved or a little disappointed when he heard this sentence.

He wanted to hear from his father, but he was afraid of bad news.

During this period of time, his condition was basically normal, but he would still dream of his father and blood in the night when he could not sleep well, and then wake up in a cold sweat.

"Why don't I go and find you," Cui Yi said, "Where are you?"

"The intersection opposite Wanda behind our hotel." Yan Hang said.

"It's very close, I'll go over immediately." Cui Yi hung up after speaking.

Yan Hang was a little unreasonable. In order to comfort himself, he bought a box of marshmallows in the snack shop behind him and squatted on the roadside steps to eat slowly.

After taking two bites, he felt that someone was watching him.

When I turned my head, I saw a little boy in a school uniform, probably in the second or third grade of elementary school.

The clothes are a bit dirty and the face is a bit dirty.

When he saw him turning his head, the little boy lowered his head in embarrassment.

He turned to the beginning, and the little boy looked up at him again.

He didn't know why he saw the shadow of the first year in such a child, and he passed the cotton candy in his hand: "I treat you."

The little boy looked at him and didn't move.

"I don't like to eat blue ones," Yan Hang said, "you can eat them for me."

The little boy hesitated, came over and looked in the box, took a blue one and put it in his mouth.

"Come here, squat for a while." Yan Hang beckoned.

The little boy came over and squatted side by side with him.

"Help me eat the powder," Yan Hang said, "I only eat white."

"Good." The little boy nodded.

The two of them squatted on the steps and slowly ate cotton candy.

After a while, Cui Yi's car drove over, and Yan Hang put the box in the hands of the little boy: "Thank you for staying with me."

The little boy probably didn't understand, holding the box and looking at him.

"I have to go," Yan Hang got up and scratched his head. "It's all yours."

"Thank you brother." The little boy said.

Yan Hang smiled and ran over to Cui Yi's car.

"The police contacted me." Cui Yi said as he drove forward.

"Contact you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's not this case," Cui Yi said, "It's... the previous one."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Did your father tell you," Cui Yi glanced at him, "Just your mother..."

"I've said a little," Yan Hang said, "Isn't he just...that old Ding got it for this? Old Ding, right?"

"Well," Cui Yi pressed the cigarette lighter, "but he is not the only one."

Yan Hang stared at the cigarette lighter, shaking his hand slightly.

"The other one may have a clue," Cui Yi took out the cigarette and threw it on his lap. "I don't know the specifics either. Although there should be nothing wrong...but you still pay attention to safety."

"What do you mean?" Yan Hang lit his cigarette.

"If your dad is still alive," Cui Yi frowned, "I must keep chasing him. Who knows if I am in a hurry, or your dad won't let me pick you up."

Xiao Li barbecue.

On the first day of the new year, holding down the phone, write these four words in the search bar.

He doesn't know how many times he has searched, but he still hasn't given up. The boxing gym has WIFI and the internet speed is much faster than he uses data. He usually searches when he is tired and resting.

Yan Hang's cooking is delicious, and his mouth is more picky than the average person. The barbecue he is willing to eat should taste good. Such a restaurant may be mentioned in places similar to local forums.

Although looking for a needle in a haystack, I still want to try.

There is no other way anyway.

In addition to searching like this, he also went to various food review software to find, he didn't know why he had to find Yan Hang.

Yan Hang still keeps his WeChat account, but he has not been contacted. It is very likely that Yan Hang does not want to contact him again. Even if he finds which city Yan Hang is in, he can't do anything.

But I still want to find it, even if I can't do anything, I still want to find it.

At least I can look at the weather forecast.

As for why Yan Hang didn't say goodbye, why he refused to contact him again.

He didn't even think about it.

Dare not.

"First year of junior high school." Coach He called him from the ring.

"Huh?" On the first day of the new year, he walked over, "Want to clean up, clean up?"

"What to pack now," Coach He smiled, "It's not you who want to pack up this time, come up."

"What are you doing?" The first day of the month was stunned, and looked at the ring.

There are still two people on the ring, but they are not the ones he knows. He knows the few students that Coach He usually takes.

"Practice a few with that person." Coach He pointed to a person over there.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked down and found that he was a boy about his age.

"Who?" asked in a low voice on the first day.

"I'm the enemy of the newly recruited apprentice," Coach He also lowered his voice, "I just practiced for a few months, and I feel like I can fly around the moon. Go and fuck him."

This is here to play in the gym. I have seen it a few times on the first day, and once in a month or two.

The so-called rivals are not real enemies, but several coaches I know who love to play together. Of course, playing in the gym is not really playing, but winning or losing is still related to the coach’s face. If you lose, you will definitely be laughed at.

"Are you, no," Chu Yi looked at him, "drinking."

"Huh?" Coach He looked at him.

"Also, or no, I want to take it again, and have you paid?" said the first day of the new year.

He hasn't been systematically trained, but he has been practicing on his own. Coach He will come over to give him advice when he is free, and sometimes other students will teach him.

But that's it, now let yourself go to fight against someone who has been serious about getting around the moon?

Fuck him?

How can he do this, he doesn't want to fuck him, okay, he doesn't look good.

"Xiao Lin," Coach He didn't tell him any more, beckoning to one of his veteran students, "Give them gloves for the first day of junior high school."

"Here," Xiao Lin immediately took his gloves and walked over, "I will help you."

"No," Chuyi looked at him, "I'm going to be beaten, reimbursed for medical and medical expenses?"

"No reimbursement, I will use my internal strength to treat you," Coach He said, "If you win, you will get a salary increase."

"Rising, how much?" asked immediately on the first day.

"Cai fan." Xiao Lin laughed.

"Five hundred." Coach He said.

"I'll do it, him." On the first day of the new year, he put on his gloves, bumped his hands and jumped onto the ring.

Flying around the moon is not very pleasing, and the expression on his face is very arrogant.

Yan Hang was also arrogant, but he was very handsome.

Probably he was handsome.

Flying around the moon had already come over, stood in the middle and bounced slightly, raising his chin and looking at him.

He walked over and touched Yueyue's glove.

"All newbies," said the enemy, "let go and don't be nervous."

"On the first day of the junior high school, show them what a sweeping monk is." Coach He said.

"You will blow." The enemy said.

"Dang!" Coach He shouted.

What the hell is it?

On the first day of the new year, Yueyue had already jumped over lightly, and when he was about to protect, a straight fist hit him in the face.

This punch was very beautiful, and the sweeping monk was knocked down without a jump after he came on the court.

This boxing gym is going to close down.