A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang and the first day of the day are the tables that lasted the longest on the second-floor platform of this hotel, and the couples at the next tables left before them.

Of course, there are many places where couples can go during the long weekend nights, have a coffee, watch a movie, eat a barbecue, go shopping, etc.

They have been watching the sea on the platform.

"Hey," Yan Hang stretched out, turned his face to face the sea, put his leg on the wooden railing next to him, took a cigarette, lit the cigarette with the lighter given in the first year, and took the lighter again. I looked in front of my eyes, "I don't know how long it will last..."

"That's it," he took out a paper bag from his bag and handed it to him on the first day of the new year, "replacement cover, coverall."

"Why didn't I take it out just now?" Yan Hang looked at it. There was a small tank of oil and a set of flint core.

"No, no packaging, no, it's like a gift."

"Oh." Yan Hang laughed.

After smoking a cigarette, Yan Hang stood up: "Let's go, do you want to visit the night market?"

"Okay." On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang never took the bag. He put the bag of accessories back in his bag, and walked out of the hotel with Yan Hang.

After a short stroll, I arrived at the night market. In addition to beer and barbecue, there are many stalls, clothes, shoes, daily necessities, and various gadgets.

He didn't have many opportunities to go shopping in the first year of the junior high. Apart from buying shoes last time, he never visited the night market.

Today, there is no need to buy anything when visiting the night market, so he stared at the various small stalls, and Yan Hang did not stop him, so it was very pleasant to stroll around.

"It's more lively and noisy than me, my house." The first day of the junior high school has been looking around.

"You know if your house is lively or not," Yan Hang said, "isn't it also very lively during music festivals? How can there be music festivals in cities that are really not lively."

"...Oh," Chuyi smiled, a little embarrassed, "I'm late, and I won't go to the far place, Fang."

"During the day you also go to school, and then run to a vegetable market to buy barrels of oil for your grandma." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah," said the first day of the new year. "If you don't have a cow, it's good to run. It takes several hours to train."

Yan Hang didn't speak, smiled and put his arm on his shoulder, and shook his neck a few times.

When passing a shop selling all kinds of sports water bottles and cups, Yan Hang stopped: "Go in and have a look?"

"You want to buy a cup, a cup?" asked the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"No, there's a stall, a stall..." Halfway through the first day of the first day, it stopped, "Forget it, go in."

Yan Hang smiled and entered the store.

When you enter the store on the first day of the new year, you first look at the label. A plastic cup costs more than one hundred. It looks pretty good, much more beautiful than the stall outside, but...

A plastic cup!plastic!

Over one hundred!

"Which color looks good?" Yan Hang stood beside him.

"Your foreman," looked at him on the first day of the day, "Is the money picked up?

Yan Hang smiled for a long time holding a sports water cup, "I don't just pick it up."

"Also discuss?" said the first day.

"I'll find a band-aid for you to put on your mouth in a while," Yan Hang tossed the water glass, and the glass fell back into his hand after spinning twice in the air. "I have spent my monthly salary anyway and don't save money... ?"

On the first day of the new year, I struggled with a row of cups for a long time, and finally picked a blue one with an orange lid: "This is it."

"That's it," Yan Hang looked at, "the pattern is also pretty."

There is a white pattern printed on the outside of the cup. It is a dog. The breed is not visible. It is probably a native dog.

When he walked out of the store, Yan Hang stuffed the cup into his bag: "Don't drink from your drink bottle."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned and turned his head to look at him.

"The drink bottle doesn't fit your current school personality." Yan Hang said.

At the beginning, I took out the cup again, looked back in the store, hesitated for a moment and didn't dare to say to return it for a cheaper one.

He looked down at the cup, it was indeed beautiful, very fashionable, and looked very dirty.

"Prodigal play, stuff." He sighed.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

Just as I was about to move forward, a girl's voice came from next to me, with some hesitation: "The first year of junior high school?"

Turning his head on the first day of the new year, I saw three girls standing next to him.

The one in the middle looks a bit... familiar.

"Don't recognize me?" The girl waved at him, "My shell."

"...Ah." I just remembered it in the first year of junior high school.

"How about shopping?" Shell came over with a smile and looked at Yan Hang. "Your friend?"

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

"Hello." Yan Hang said hello.

"I'm shopping with my classmates, too." Shell turned her head and pointed to the two girls behind, and they waved to this side.

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled awkwardly at them.

After that, it was not unexpectedly cold.

He glanced at Yan Hang's face from the corner of his eye. Although Yan Hang has no friends, he must have no problem dealing with this kind of scene. He hoped that Yan Hang could give him a respect.

But Yan Hang never said a word, just put his elbow on his shoulder and smiled beside him as if waiting to watch the excitement.

"Or..." Or Shell first opened her mouth and pointed to a milk tea shop next to her, "I'm about to invite them to drink milk tea, right?"

On the first day of the junior high school, I just wanted to say that I couldn't drink milk tea after drinking a big beer. Yan Hang finally said, "Okay."

Turning his head and staring at him on the first day.

Yan Hang smiled happily and raised his eyebrows at him.

Yan Hang whispered in his ear as he followed Shell to the milk tea shop: "It's pretty."

"You..." The first day of junior high school was very helpless.

"Go and give the money," Yan Hang gently pushed him with his elbow, "Don't let the little girl give the money."

"Oh." On the first day of the new year, he hurried forward while touching the money.

"I made the order for you," said Shell with a smile standing in front of the cash register. "Every time I come to his house, I forcefully recommend my favorite one."

"Good." Chu nodded.

After ordering five cups of milk tea, Shell took out his mobile phone and prepared to scan the code. The first day of the new year, he was stunned and reacted.

It's so earthy, he didn't expect that there is such a simple and fast way of mobile payment.

In order to implement Yan Hang's suggestion, he hurriedly put the one-hundred dollar table in his hand.

Probably a little anxious, a little too much energy, screamed.

The cashier and Shell were taken aback and looked at him together.

"Receive money." The first day of the day, holding the embarrassment in his heart, said briefly.

Shell was stunned, and then smiled embarrassedly: "No, I said it was my treat."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, looking at the cashier.

The cashier took the one hundred dollars: "I charge you one hundred."

When we walked over to the table together, I heard Yan Hang's unbearable laugh behind him.

He turned his head to look at Yan Hang.

"It's cool." Yan Hang whispered.

He didn't know what to say in the first year of junior high, and after a few people sat down, he could only continue to remain silent.

"Which school do you belong to?" Yan Hang finally stopped watching, opening his mouth to relieve him.

"It's not a good school," Shell said the name of the school. He hadn't heard of it in the first year of junior high. He only knew about one of them, but Yan Hang probably didn't know it. Shell said with a smile, "It's a very ordinary junior college. , Just hang around."

"How about you on the first day of the middle school?" Shell looked at the first day of the middle school.

"I am a technical secondary school," said the first day of junior high school, "just..."

Before he reported the name of the school, Shell interrupted him somewhat surprised: "You are so young?"

"Huh?" The first day of the day was stunned.

"I thought you came to college," Shell said with a smile, "you look pretty stable, unlike a high school student."

It used to be like, before 1.58 meters, you can still look like a pupil.

Lu Yi smiled.

Shell and her two classmates were both very cheerful and talked a lot. The silence on the first day of the junior high school didn't affect their conversation. In addition, Yan Hang made a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere was quite good.

On the first day of the new year, he breathed a sigh of relief and drank milk tea seriously.

After talking for about half an hour, a few people walked out of the milk tea shop together, Shell asked them: "Are you still shopping?"

"We were just going to take the car." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, I am very grateful that he didn't say he wanted to go shopping.

"That's OK, we have to go over there," Shell waved, "The first day of the first year, I will call you out next time to play, don't refuse me."

"Ah." Xiaoyi responded.

After watching the three girls go, he turned his head to look at Yan Hang: "Go, she asked me to come out last time, so come out to play?"

"Otherwise, no one asks if you are free on weekends?" Yan Hang said.

"Oh," said the first day of the month, "I thought she would just talk, God."

"You think you are very smart when you are silly," Yan Hang sighed, "At this time, I think you are a little bit thin."

"Why don't you, listen," Chu Yi shook his head next to him, "Is there any noise?"

"...Wow," Yan Hang said.

"That might be, a little less." Chu nodded.

The two laughed all the way until they got into the taxi and finally stopped.

As long as he came out with Yan Hang, he didn't want to go back to school in the first grade. Today is Yan Hang's birthday, so he doesn't want to go back to school.

Yan Hang probably knew his habit a long time ago. What he told the taxi was the address of their community, and he didn't ask him if he wanted to go back to the dormitory.

When I went back downstairs in the community, I looked carefully into the grass on the first day of the new year: "Little Thorn, where's the hedgehog?"

"Maybe over there," Yan Hang pointed to another small garden in front of him, "I ran around at night, and now my range of activities is larger than before. After all, he is a young hedgehog and wants to explore the world. ."

On the first day of the new year, he laughed and walked over there.

After going around, I found it in a clump of grass.

"Grow up," said the first day of the day, "really, I'm fat."

"Yes." Yan Hang took out his phone and took a picture.

When he came back, he had already put on his own suit, and today he put on Yan Hang's clothes after taking a shower.

"How tall are you now?" Yan Hang looked at him, "You don't wear my pants too long."

"It has nothing to do with height," Chuyi said while sitting on the bed cross-legged, holding the cup that Gang Yanhang bought him while drinking water, "it has to do with long legs."

"I was just thinking about it," Yan Hang lay on the bed and looked at him with his head propped up. "When can you talk to others as comfortable as you are now?"

"Look at me, I don't want this, this kind of unscrupulous thing." said the first day of the month.

Yan Hang laughed, and after a while, he said: "That shell likes you."

On the first day of the new year, he took a sip of water calmly, and when he swallowed it down, he realized what Yan Hang had said, and he coughed for a long time.

Tears were coughed up.

"What?" He wiped his tears.

"Don't you," Yan Hang looked at him, "have you never thought that girls will like you?"

"No," the first day of junior high school replied honestly, "I didn't think about it at all. I thought about a girl, and she would take care of me."

"There will be more girls like you in the future," Yan Hang smiled with a corner of his mouth, "You have to get used to it quickly, little handsome guy."

"How about you?" asked the first day.

"What am I?" Yan Hang leaned against the head of the bed, "Do I like you or not?"

"...No," Chu Yi sighed, "Yes, is there..."

"Yes," Yan Hang laughed. "You don't think that a handsome guy like me has lived for 19 years without a girl like it?"

"Face." Lu Yi looked at him.

"When I said this, my face was not big at all," Yan Hang sighed, "not only girls, but also many men."

The first day of the new year was stunned.

male.

male?

male!

Which man?

Zhou...Chun...Yang...Is it!

I didn't know why I suddenly thought of Zhou Chunyang in the first year of junior high school. Zhou Chunyang just went to Yan Hang's restaurant for a meal.

But after all, it was because of Zhou Chunyang that he was surprised that there were such people around him for the first time.

Now all the associations related to this matter, he can only think of Zhou Chunyang alone.

Really... I'm sorry Zhou Chunyang.

"Scared stupid, right?" Yan Hang laughed, "Dog."

"Then you," leaned close to him on the first day of the new year, "have been in love, have you been in love?"

"No," Yan Hang sighed, "I only have you as a friend. Whoever talks to, I spent only half a year in one place for the longest time."

He also sighed on the first day of the junior high.

With Yan Hang's words, he thought of Uncle Yan again.

I also thought of my father.

Suddenly it was a little uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang kicked him.

"Uncle Yan..." On the first day of the month, he bit his lip, "What's the news?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "he wants to be really alive, unless he wants to, it may be difficult for others to find him, and if he dies... there will be no news."

There was a long silence on the first day of the new year.

"Why do you always think about this," Yan Hang patted his arm, "Isn't you just saying that a girl likes you? Why did you suddenly talk about my dad?"

"If," Chu Yi raised his eyes and looked at him, "When I graduate, when my dad pays him back, and he doesn't show up yet, I will look for him."

Yan Hang frowned, did not speak, just looked at him.

"I'm looking for it until he asks," said the first day of the month, "why, why is it so absent, take responsibility."

"Where to find? How to find?" Yan Hang asked.

Nothing in the first day of the new year.

He hadn't thought about it, just like when he wanted to find Yan Hang, he hadn't thought about where or how to find it, just think about it.

"You can find me because I posted the photo," Yan Hang said, "If I didn't release it? How do you find it? How long are you going to find it?"

There was still no sound in the first grade.

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

"Huh?" The first day was stunned.

"Running from city to city, looking for places where migrants gather," Yan Hang said while lighting a cigarette. "I know my idea with them, then inquire about it, and then look at the local news to see if there are any clues. Maybe you will hear someone who said that a similar person has gone where and where, and then you go over and continue..."

"Yan Hang." Looking at Yan Hang on the first day of the month, he had already heard it. Yan Hang seemed to be talking about Uncle Yan.

"Do you spend one year, two years, or three and five years?" Yan Hang ignored him, "still ten years? Huh?"

"Stop talking." Chu Yi grabbed his hand.

Yan Hang's mood was wrong, his hands were shaking, which made him very worried: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry?" Yan Hang's voice suddenly became hoarse. "Have you thought about the price? The price of doing this?"

On the first day of the new year, clutching his hand tightly.

"Maybe for a lifetime," Yan Hang said, "have you thought about it?"

Neither person spoke any more.

Holding Yan Hang's hand on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang didn't move either. He pinched off the unfinished cigarette and took the remote control to turn on the air conditioner.

After a while, there seemed to be no change. He moved his fingers pinched by the first one: "Go and open the balcony door."

He jumped out of bed to open the French window, jumped back and grabbed his hand.

"I may be thinking a little too much," Yan Hang said, "I just...the moment I hear you say something to look for, it's kind of..."

"I don't, don't look for it anymore," said the first day of the month.

"My dad," Yan Hang raised his head and looked at the ceiling, "he has been looking for the person who killed my mother. He has been looking for this for so many years."

On the first day of the first day of the year, he was startled, and after a while, he trembled and asked, "Is it my dad?"

"No," Yan Hang glanced at him and smiled, "How could it be possible that he wouldn't dare to give your dad ten courage."

"Then Old Ding?" The first day of the day was relieved.

"I don't know," Yan Hang said, "this case has been going on for too long, and the police haven't had a lot of clues yet, and I don't bother to think about it."

On the first day of the new year, I looked at the two small medicine bottles on the bedside.

It was not there when I came back last two.

Are you too lazy to think about it?

"Sing me a song, little dog," Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him, "anything, the national anthem is fine."

"The national anthem, forget it," said the first day of the new year, "I am still very patriotic."

Yan Hang laughed and looked at him.

"I think about it." said the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

After thinking for a long time on the first day of the new year, he cleared his throat: "The front door is big, under the bridge...Have you heard of it?"

"Scared me, I thought you were singing," Yan Hang laughed out loud, "I've heard it, count the ducks."

"Then I'll start, it's over." The first day of the new year picked up the water glass.

"Please start your performance." Yan Hang said.

"Under the bridge in front of the gate, swam past a group of ducks," grabbed the water cup and began to sing. While singing, he reached out to Yan Hang and clicked, "Come and count, two, four, six, seven, eight... …"

There was no one next to him at the moment, nor was he outside. Yan Hang really didn't have a reason to hold back his smile. He burst into laughter at the serious face of the first year of junior high school.

He has seen a lot of people who sing out of tune, but people like those who sing too few times to sing because he has no tune at all.

The first pair of him laughed indifferently, and continued to hold the water cup, and read the scripture in a deep voice: "Quack, quack, so many, how many ducks are counted, how many ducks are counted..."

Yan Hang smiled and wiped his tears. It has been a long time since he laughed out of his tears.

Thank God for giving him a first year.

"Forget the rest, forget," the first day of the first year of singing stopped halfway, frowning and thinking, "I think, think about it..."

"Don't think about it," Yan Hang leaned against the head of the bed and pressed his stomach, "I might have to hit 120 after singing."

"Thank you for being a big fan, and for your support." Chu Chu handed his cup back to his back and bowed cross-legged.

"Warm applause." Yan Hang clapped his hands.

"Or you, you sing for me, one," Chu Yi smiled, "I want to listen to you and sing."

"Okay," Yan Hang slid down, leaning on the pillow, and turned off the light, "Go to sleep, I'll sing you a lullaby."

"Okay." On the first day of the day, he fell on the pillow and faced Yan Hang sideways.

Yan Hang opened the drawer of the bedside table, touched a small bottle, and sprayed him twice.

"Ecstasy," said the first day of the new year, "I still have it, half and half a bottle."

Yan Hang paused: "Mine?"

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

It took a long time for Yan Hang to pat his belly: "Sing you an English song. If you don't understand, you will fall asleep easily."

"Yeah." The first day of the month closed his eyes.

"This song is called Look how far we've come," Yan Hang finished speaking, lightly tapping a few rhythms with his fingers, "One day, I won't be insane, Won't Play, all their foolish games... "

The eyes that had been closed on the first day of the new year opened.

Yan Hang's voice was very low, with a little hoarseness and laziness. When he sang it softly, it was like a series of leaping winds, jumping all the way on his hair slightly, causing a fine itch.

He didn't pay much attention to Yan Hang's voice, but thought that Yan Hang's English was very good.

Singing would have such a trembling feeling in his heart, which he had never expected.

Maybe it's not so good, just because Yan Hang's every move is an unexpected surprise to him.

"We all need to play, for you to get yours and me to get my way," Yan Hang tapped the rhythm with his fingertips on his arm, "Some days, I don't have the will......"

On the first day of the junior high school, he followed and down the spot with his fingertips on his arm.

Soon I felt a little confused.

But at this moment, I heard that this is the song that Yan Hang and Uncle Yan sang together when I went to the music festival.

It sounds so good.

Chu Chu took Yan Hang's arm to his side.

The way Yan Hang laughed in his dream was no different from usual, and it seemed to make people comfortable.

Zhou Chunyang, it's almost the same.

Zhou Chunyang?

The first day of the new year was stunned.

How will you be here?he asks.

I came to see my boyfriend.Zhou Chunyang pinched his throat and said.

Who is your boyfriend?He asked again.

Yan Hang.Zhou Chunyang squeezed his throat to answer.

When Zhou Chunyang woke up on the first day of the new year, I saw Yan Hang standing on the balcony stretching.

He sat up and stared at Yan Hang's back.

"Get up?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Ah." He nodded.

When I go back to school in a while, give Zhou Chunyang early. I pulled the towel and was hugged on the first day of the new year.