A Lucky Coin

Worthy of being a native dog, the auto repair boss native dog in the first year, can do 70 push-ups and not get down on the spot VS sixth auto repair boss native dog in the first year.

Yan Hang looked at his hand and felt that in another minute, his hand would be crushed by the first day of the new year.

He hadn't really noticed that he had such a big hand in the first day of the junior high school before.

"Brother Dog," Yan Hang looked at him, "discuss something."

"Play it." Lu Yi squeezed his hand tightly.

Yan Hang felt that one thing that made people particularly like on the first day of the junior high school was that his conditioned reflexes, no matter when it was stressful or uncomfortable, would always appear with a god-like reaction speed for the first time.

"Can we squeeze it lightly?" Yan Hang said, "The bones of the hand are quite thin. If you try harder, it will definitely break, really."

"...Ah!" Chu Yi released his hand as if awake suddenly.

"It must be a purple one tomorrow." Yan Hang shook his hand.

"Jiao, Hua," said the first day.

"Why don't I try to pinch you twice?" Yan Hang chuckled, "See if you are very strong."

On the first day of the first year of the new year, I felt very uncomfortable. Yan Hang thought that he had dreamed of something a year ago, so he immediately consoled him, and then changed the subject carefully and quickly.

Mingming Yan Hang was much more uncomfortable than him. After all, it was certain that Uncle Yan was seriously injured, and the relationship between their father and son was very deep.

Yan Hang, who couldn't recover for so long after the accident, was comforting him now.

He was very uncomfortable and very distressed.

He still clearly remembered Yan Hang's hoarse voice and exhausted state.

"That..." He wanted to say something, but for a while, he didn't know how to say it. He just wanted to give Yan Hang a quick response to let Yan Hang know that he was okay. He was on Yan Hang's wrist. Squeezed, "I squeezed the other day, squeezed the hands, did not squeeze."

"Shuashuai failed?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"Well," Chu nodded his head a little, "You didn't, you didn't succeed, did you succeed?"

"Who said that," Yan Hang took a steel peg and put it in his hand, "hold on."

On the first day of the day, he squeezed the steel in his hand.

Yan Hang stretched out his hand, first squeezed his forearm, and then slid his fingers all the way down to his wrist. Before Chu Yi recovered from the comfortable feeling of massaging, Yan Hang's fingers suddenly Make a squeeze on his wrist.

He suddenly felt a soreness in his wrist. Although he wanted to fight hard, his fingers had already begun to weaken, and he immediately rebelled.

He watched Yan Hang easily poke his fingers away one by one, then pinched his wrist and turned it down, and the steel jumper in his hand fell to the ground.

"How about dog brother?" Yan Hang released his hand, picked up the steel and put it back into his hand, "convinced?"

"You practiced, did you practice?" On the first day of the new year, he was a little surprised. He clearly remembered that Uncle Yan said that Yan Hang hadn't mastered this trick well and failed every time. Even if it succeeded, it was pure effort.

"I have lived in seclusion here for nearly a year," Yan Hang said, "I have greatly increased my internal strength, and now I have practiced this trick to the point where I have reached 100%..."

The first day of the junior high school couldn't help but laughed: "So cute, cute tricks, teach them quickly, teach me."

"Enlighten it yourself," Yan Hang said, "The church apprentice starved to death the master."

The two were silently facing the sea for a while, and Yan Hang stood up and stretched out, "Is it enough, do you want to go over and lick it?"

"No, no need," Chu Yi smiled, "If you want to, I will accompany you and accompany you."

"Send you back?" Yan Hang pulled his hair back, "Will you get up early tomorrow? Is it time for class?"

"The day after tomorrow." said the first day.

"You..." Yan Hang looked at him, "Do you want to go back to the dormitory?"

Although there was a moment of hesitation, but at most, one second later, the first day of the new year quickly answered: "No."

"I don't need to ask you." Yan Hang smiled.

"At night in the dormitory, I played games and games," Chu Yi sighed, "I can't play, I understand, I don't know him, we play, what is it, no, meaning."

"Poor little boy," Yan Hang looked at him, "don't even know what games?"

"Well," said the first day of the new year, "just open it, open it black, I don't understand."

"Do you want me to teach you?" Yan Hang asked.

"I know you, sure." Chuyi laughed, thinking about it, and looking up at him again, a little worried, "Will it be spent, money?"

"You don't need to spend it..." Yan Hang was interrupted by the first day of the junior high school before he finished speaking.

"Forget it, forget it," the first day of the junior high school was a little depressed, "breaking the tour, the play still spends, spend money."

"I mean it's okay if you don't spend it," Yan Hang said, "Chu Grande Yi."

"Games that can spend money, the play is willing to spend money, and definitely can't be played." Although I only played Snake in the first day of junior high school, these concepts still exist.

"Then do you still want me to teach you?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes." The first one replied.

"That's a lot of nonsense," Yan Hang looked at the phone, "Let's go, go back and help you install the game first."

The feeling of going home with Yan Hang makes him feel very comfortable every time on the first day of the junior high school. It can't be said whether it is practical or happy.

In a strange city, there is a place to go.

An important person, a destination.

No matter how embarrassing he was before the first year of junior high school, he still enjoyed this journey.

The security guard has a good memory. This is the second time he has come here on the first day of the new year, but he can already recognize it.

"Brother is here?" The security guard smiled and greeted Yan Hang.

"Well, come and play." Yan Hang smiled.

When I was about to walk downstairs, I only reacted on the first day of junior high school: "Brother?"

"Well, brother," Yan Hang nodded, "I told him."

"Why brother? Not friend, friend?" Chu Yi asked, not knowing why, he seemed to want to hear the word friend more, like an obsession.

"Brother, listen to get closer," Yan Hang said. "Generally, if you are not familiar with him, you will introduce this to my friend. If you say that this is my brother, it feels different."

Chu Yi smiled, Yan Hang's answer suddenly made him feel warm.

When I walked downstairs, I saw a little hedgehog at first glance, lying in the grass on the side of the road, with a few broken apples in front of him as usual.

"The food is really good," the first day of the new year squatted next to the little hedgehog, "I'm good, I haven't had any water for a long time, and it's fruity."

"I have grapes and oranges," Yan Hang said. "A large basket is yours."

"Good." said the first day.

After going upstairs and entering the house, I saw a big basket on the coffee table at first glance, really a whole basket of grapes and oranges.

"Buy this, so much, can you eat it, can you finish?" The first day of the day was stunned.

"Uncle Cui brought it," Yan Hang said, "I don't know who gave it to him. He almost drank diabetes every day, so he forced a lot of it to me."

"I'm going to wash it." On the first day of the new year, I went into the kitchen and took out a small fruit basket, took a few bunches of grapes and put them in, "Are you eating?"

"Eat" Yan Hang fell on the sofa, "Bring your phone, and I will help you install the game first."

Chu unlocked his mobile phone and handed it to him, holding a small fruit basket into the kitchen.

Halfway through the wash, he heard a sound from his mobile phone, a reminder tone from WeChat.

He was a little surprised. Although he didn't have only one friend on WeChat like Yan Hang, even if he filled up his friends, under normal circumstances, no one would send him a message except Yan Hang.

Maybe it's a classmate in the dormitory.

"Yo!" Yan Hang shouted in the living room, "Yo."

"Chek is making trouble," he responded, "Here are grapes and oranges, one set."

"Who is this girl?" Yan Hang took his cell phone and walked to the kitchen door and shook him, "I can see the content."

"What auntie, mother?" The first day of the year was stunned.

"Shell," Yan Hang read while looking at the phone, "Handsome man, has your military training ended?"

"Shell?" The first day of junior high still didn't respond.

"The acting is good." Yan Hang smiled.

"Ah!" When I tried to take a look at the phone, I remembered who the shell was. "I got the ticket at the station, and I met, she helped me get the ticket."

"A native dog," Yan Hang sighed with emotion, "I really admire you in terms of teasing up a girl."

"I didn't! Fuck!" Chu Yi sighed, "I don't, I won't change, magic."

"I will change and I haven't slapped it." Yan Hang laughed.

"Then you should reflect and reflect." said the first day of the month.

"If someone is looking for you, quickly reply to them," Yan Hang held the phone, "I will help you back, you can tell."

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

Yan Hang didn't speak, and after a while he spoke again: "Say!"

"Say, it's over." The first day of the day looked back at him.

Yan Hang was stunned, and gave him a thumbs up: "Cow."

-Ok.

Yan Hang helped the first day of the junior high school to reply to Shell's news, because the reply was too simple, he was afraid that the little girl would be embarrassed, so he called the shots without authorization, so he added a full stop.

-Do you have time this weekend?

Shell's immediately sent another one.

"People ask if you are free this weekend," Yan Hang shouted into the kitchen, "Are you free, Brother Gou."

"No." The first one replied.

-Something is going on this weekend.

-Ah so disappointed...

"I don't care," Yan Hang put the phone on the coffee table, "I have to help you translate it into Chinese. It's too much effort. You can go back to it later."

On the first day of the first day of the new year, I took the washed fruit and pinched a grape. While eating, he looked at the phone and said, "Isn't that over?"

"...Do you think this is finished?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ah." Junior One also looked at him.

"As expected, Brother Dog," Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa, "just three sentences will kill the sky."

"Then what should I do, how can I go back?" On the first day of the new year, I sat next to him, took the phone and looked down.

"I don't know either," Yan Hang sighed, "I haven't talked to people like this before."

"Let’s go back and reflect," Chu put the phone back on the coffee table, "the game is installed, is it?"

"It's installed, you go online first, Xingtian's little brother is me," Yan Hang took a grape, "you first get familiar with the novice tutorial or something."

"Oh," staring at the screen on the first day of the new year. For a person who has only played Snake, the interface of this game is so complicated that his eyes don't know where to look. "I have to think about it first, think of a name, word."

Yan Hang smiled: "Well, what's the name?"

"Tugou," he said on the first day, and the system prompts him to repeat his name, "Is this name still available, someone grabbed it?"

"Just add an underscore." Yan Hang said.

"No." On the first day of the new year, he felt that the underscore was too sloppy. In case he was so powerful in the future, when people called him, he was underlined by a dog. How ugly, he thought about it, and re-entered the name.

The native dog is fierce.

The name is very good.

Then he started his novice journey by himself, Yan Hang touched the book, leaned on the other side of the sofa and turned it over.

After tossing, I don’t know how long, the system prompts him to qualify.

He was a little confused. He raised his head and was about to ask Yan Hang, only to find that Yan Hang was very immersed in reading, holding a pen in his mouth, biting up and down, his eyes fixed on the book.

Yan Hang in such a state, he did not dare to interrupt.

After a few seconds, Yan Hang raised his eyes, "How's it going?"

"Said you can play in platoon, you are ranked," said the first day of the junior high school.

"...I can't take it now," Yan Hang smiled, "I can't take you with a diamond."

"Poor, grade?" The first day of the first day was stunned.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "You..."

"Stop playing." The first day of the junior high school quit the game altogether.

Sitting face-to-face with Xing Tian's little brother, you can't play together.

If he knew this was the case, he wouldn't let Yan Hang help him install the game. Before, he thought that Yan Hang could take him and then he could play with the people in the dormitory.

In the end, I didn't expect to have to struggle for a long time. I was already dazzled and suffering, but the only support was still lost.

The native dog is very upset.

"Why don't you play with my number?" Yan Hang asked.

"Don't play anymore." On the first day of the junior high school, he insisted on his decision, and the native dog and the native dog were stubborn.

"All right," Yan Hang laughed, "Then you watch TV or play on the computer?"

"Watching TV." said the first day.

Yan Hang threw the remote control to him.

In fact, for many people, playing on the computer should be more interesting, but he hasn’t played it in the first year. It’s great for him to have a mobile phone. Now let him hold the computer and he doesn’t know what to do.

TV is much more familiar. Grandma and mother stare at TV every night. No matter what the TV shows, they can watch all night without changing channels.

He casually found a station to watch people introduce food from various places.

But Yu Guang stayed on Yan Hang's side.

After watching for a while, he heard a very low voice.

"Huh?" He turned his head.

"Look at you," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm practicing."

On the first day of the junior high school, he rubbed his side and continued to watch the TV. He heard that Yan Hang was speaking English quietly, probably trying to translate with the TV.

He didn't say anything again, and listened quietly to Yan Hang's voice.

Very comfortable feeling.

Yan Hang's low and slightly fine groan, when it passed into his ears, it seemed that someone was gently massaging on the scalp, with waves of itchy feelings crawling from behind the ears to the shoulders and back.

After a short while, I felt sleepy in the first year of the junior high school, and slowly closed my eyes.

It wasn't until Yan Hang bounced on his forehead that he suddenly woke up and sat up straight: "Huh?"

"Take a bath and sleep," Yan Hang said, "I feel like you are almost dreaming."

Chu Yi was shocked. He is now very sensitive to the word dream. When he hears it, he will be embarrassed and nervous.

"I said, dreaming, did you?" he asked.

"I didn't say," Yan Hang smiled, "just hummed twice."

"What is it?" He hurried after.

"You don't understand this," Yan Hang said, "you can find a pig to listen to it, it's almost the effect."

"Oh." Rubbing his face on the first day.

After taking a shower, he changed into the clothes that he put here last time. Maybe he used the same laundry detergent. He could smell the familiar smell on his clothes.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the red glowing night sky outside the window.

"Why don't you throw a few sets of clothes here?" Yan Hang took a shower and went into the bedroom. "It's easy to change."

"I only have a few, a few sets of clothes." said the first day.

"Yeah, forgot you are a stingy," Yan Hang smiled and lay down beside him, "Is the light turned off?"

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

Yan Hang turned off the lights, and as the black color spread around, everything became quiet.

When I closed my eyes on the first day of the new year, I heard Yan Hang's cell phone drip slightly.

"There is news." He reminded Yan Hang.

"It's an alarm clock." Yan Hang said.

"I haven't fart yet, what can I do?"

And why do you set an alarm clock in the middle of the night?

"This is my sleep reminder," Yan Hang said, "it means it's the deadline for me to fall asleep."

"Then now, you can sleep when you sleep, right?" Chuyi knew that Yan Hang would suffer from insomnia from time to time.

"Not necessarily, it's just a psychological hint." Yan Hang smiled.

The first day of the new year frowned. If Yan Hang had insomnia tonight, the culprit might be him, because of the phrase "Uncle Yan" he blurted out.

Listening to Yan Hang turning over gently beside him, he gritted his teeth on the first day of the month, turned his face to him, and gently touched his arm: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang responded softly.

"Are you dreaming?" he asked.

"...Are you a fool?" Yan Hang smiled, "Who can not dream."

"Yes, can you dream, do you dream of people?" asked the first day of the month in a low voice.

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "there are lots of people."

On the first day of the new year, he smiled and rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly: "You have, do you have a dream, have dreamed of... me?"

Yan Hang did not speak. After a while, he heard him smile on the first day of the new year: "What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't, I didn't dream, to Uncle Yan," said the first day of the day, "I only dreamed about you."

"Ah," Yan Hang turned over and lay face to face with him, "What did you dream about me?"

"Do push-ups and push-ups." The first day of the day remembered the situation in the dream again.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and after a few seconds he laughed.

He slapped him a few times on the first day of the junior high school while he was happy: "Do you do push-ups? How many do you do?"

"Counting, it's messed up," said the first day of the new year, "I haven't counted, understand."

Yan Hang was still smiling, and he could feel the mattress shaking on the first day of junior high.

"Yes, you can't be strict, be more serious," he said.

"How serious do you make me about this topic?" Yan Hang stretched out his hand and rubbed his head. "Are you embarrassed before such a dream?"

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school responded, not knowing what to say, "you are bare and shirtless."

Yan Hang suddenly smiled harder: "Have you never seen me shirtless, so you are so shocked?"

"Yes." said the first day.

Yan Hang's words suddenly made him relax.

Yes, isn't it just dreaming that Yan Hang is shirtless doing push-ups? Maybe it's because I haven't seen Yan Hang shirtless, so I feel embarrassed and embarrassed.

On the first day of the new year, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his dazedness and helplessness this week was broken up by Yan Hang.

He followed Yan Hang and laughed.

"Come on," Yan Hang probably couldn't fall asleep. With such a smile, he became more energetic. He simply sat up, reached out and turned on the light, "Let you see what a good figure is."

He didn't have time to react on the first day of the first year, so he took off his shirt with a raised hand.

"Have you seen it?" Yan Hang raised his chin at him, "Xingtian's abdominal muscles."

I opened my mouth and my mind was noisy. I don't know if I should direct my eyes to look at the abdominal muscles first, or if I should first sigh that people like Yan Hang have such naive behavior.

"I have too," amidst the chaos on the first day of the junior high school, he picked a sentence casually, "do you see?"

Yan Hang tutted, "Does the little dog also have abdominal muscles?"

"Let you open, open your eyes." I didn't know what was wrong with me, and sat up, took off my shirt, and patted my belly, "Wei, isn't it stalwart?"

"Very stalwart," Yan Hang stretched out his hand and patted his belly. "It's very sturdy. It's really not the little dog at the beginning. You can call Brother Dog and don't need to make up."

After the two put on their clothes and lay back on the bed, they suddenly felt embarrassed on the first day of the new year. They stared in the darkness and felt that their blushes could penetrate the darkness.

Accidentally let Yan Hang infect Yan Hang into a fool, ruining the fame of Tugou I...

"Hey, give me the spirit to laugh," Yan Hang sighed, "Hurry up and go to bed. I have to deal with nasty ghosts tomorrow."

"Good night." said the first day.

"Good night." Yan Hang replied.

This night, on the first day of the new year, I didn't sleep well. Although he didn't dream, he felt that he knew every time Yan Hang turned over.

But when Yan Hang put his arms and legs on him, he didn't know.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I felt that Yan Hang probably used him as a pillow.

He felt that he should be embarrassed, but he was not surprised. He only felt very comfortable, just like when Yan Hang grabbed his hair and flicked his forehead before.

He wanted to touch his phone to check what time it was, but he still didn't dare to move. It is not easy to fall asleep with Yan Hang's quality of sleep. He wanted to wake Yan Hang by himself.

It wasn't until he felt that the skin between the two of them was beginning to sweat before Yan Hang finally moved and turned over.

He took a look at the phone, it was still early.

"Are you awake?" Yan Hang asked next to him, "It's still early, my alarm clock didn't go off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.

"Ranging." said the first day.

"It's not an alarm clock," Yan Hang yawned and looked at the phone, "it's a phone."

There was no phone number displayed on the phone, only the words "private number". After two seconds of froze, Yan Hang felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

"Who?" His hands shook badly when he answered the phone.

There is no sound on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?" Yan Hang glanced at the screen again and connected.

There was still silence there, there was no noise or electric noise, Yan Hang frowned.

Then quickly hung up the phone.

"What's the matter?" Sitting up on the first day of the new year, looking at him.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I made a wrong estimate."

Before answering the phone, he thought that it might be his father's call, but now he can be sure that the person on the other end of the phone is definitely not his father.

Although my father is always not serious, he will never make jokes about such things at this time.