A Lucky Coin

It didn't speak for a long time on the first day of the new year, so he poked at a piece of meat like Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang has made it very clear.

I didn't know how to answer at the first half of the first year.

Under such circumstances, the first thought that came to him was that he was a little envious of Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang will always be so confident and magnanimous no matter what he does or say. This is something he may never be able to do in his life. He suddenly envied Zhou Chunyang.

"Actually, I don't have to tell you so clearly," Zhou Chunyang said, "I guess I will just confess it for someone else.

Looked at him on the first day.

"You are different," Zhou Chunyang sighed, "You said that in just over a month, you helped me twice, and I was injured. I have the best relationship with you in the dorm."

Still looking at him on the first day of junior high.

After slowly recovering, the first day of the junior high school finally returned from the envy of Zhou Chunyang to the immediate problem.

But he couldn't figure out how he felt now.

He was suddenly disappointed in himself.

He had no friends since he was a child, and Yan Hang was the "first" of many for him.

The first person to cover him, the first person to help him fight, the first person to know his tree hole, the first person to take him home for dinner, the first person to run with him every night ...

The first one made him want to change himself a little bit.

The first person to let him see almost all the faces of Xiao Li’s barbecue doors in the country.

There are too many, as if he had lived like a single-threaded fool for more than ten years, with nothing. After Yan Hang appeared, he began to come into contact with real life.

Yan Hang is very important to him.

But he was not sure whether this important thing was the same as Zhou Chunyang's "something".

"How do you know?" On the first day of the new year, he still held a fork with a piece of meat, "he likes it, he doesn't like you."

"I don't know," Zhou Chunyang said, "I don't even know if he is, I just look at you... Anyway, just ask if you don't, and if you don't, I'll apologize."

On the first day of the new year, he twisted his eyebrows, thinking about Zhou Chunyang's words very seriously.

He never thought that Yan Hang would be the same person as Zhou Chunyang. Strictly speaking, he had never thought that there would be a second "homosexuality" in this world besides Zhou Chunyang.

So when he suddenly reacted, if Zhou Chunyang really asked, what if Yan Hang really was...

He couldn't help shivering when he thought of the contempt and disgust on his face when Brother Bangzi said "homosexual gangster" to Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang sighed, "I'm just..."

"No." said the first day.

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned.

Chu put a handful of meat into his mouth: "No."

No matter it's something or nothing, it just doesn't work anyway. You can't let anyone talk about Yan Hang in that way.

Zhou Chunyang looked at him without speaking for a long time.

He felt a little emboldened by him in the first year of the junior high school. I wonder if his phrase "no" was not appropriate, or was it not accurate?

He can only lower his head and continue to cut the meat.

"Hey," Zhou Chunyang laughed suddenly, "Your expression surprised me."

"What kind of expression, love?" The first one touched his face.

"I will get up in the next second and hit my face," Zhou Chunyang smiled and sighed, "Okay, you can't do it if you say no."

I didn't know what my expression was just now in the first year of the junior high school. Maybe my mental activity was too intense and I couldn't let it go.

He took a sip of his drink embarrassedly.

"On the first day of junior high school," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "you are such a magical person."

"Then it's okay for you, how did you meet, when you passed away," said the first day of the month, "ah."

Zhou Chunyang laughed for a long time: "Sometimes I think you are very simple and you can see through at a glance, and sometimes I think this is an illusion."

"Look more and try." The first day of the morning also smiled.

On the first day of the junior high school, we had a good chat with Zhou Chunyang, and it was the first time that Yan Hang watched the first day of junior high school chatting with people like this.

In his memory, he hadn't spoken to anyone in the first year of the junior year. The last two times when he came with his classmates, he spoke very little. Basically, his classmates said it, and he was listening.

Just like that, Yan Hang felt that he had already made a miraculous change, at least he was able to integrate into the circle of "classmates", and now that he and Zhou Chunyang were able to talk and laugh, it really surprised Yan Hang.

Somewhat relieved.

Some...unhappy.

When the dinner time was almost over, the number of people in the restaurant finally began to slowly decrease, and at first they couldn't get in. Yan Hang supported the bar to relieve himself.

Over there, Zhou Chunyang's parents and them finished their table on the first day of the junior high school and called the waiter to pay.

Zhou Chunyang's father is a VIP. Yan Hang prepared two boxes of mooncakes and asked the waiter to pack them and deliver them to the door.

"Thank you Hang." Zhou Chunyang walked at the end and smiled at him.

"You're welcome." Yan Hang smiled.

Seeing their family of three entered the elevator, he turned and walked back and saw the first day of the junior high school standing in the door of the restaurant a little cramped.

"Sit inside, it's fine." Yan Hang said.

"Occupy one, one table." said the first day.

"Now there are no guests," Yan Hang smiled, "It's okay if you occupy three tables, as long as you don't sleep."

On the first day of the new year, he laughed, hesitated, and returned to the table where he was sitting before.

Yan Hang went over to pour him a cup of coffee and took it: "I will probably have a while."

"Don't worry," he glanced at the coffee on the first day of the new year, lowered his voice, "It is six or sixty-eight cups, is that kind?"

"Have you seen the price of coffee?" Yan Hang also exaggeratedly lowered his voice.

"I didn't watch it specially, it was mainly scaring. I just scared me and remembered it." said the first day.

"Don't be afraid, this is coffee at the price of our employees," Yan Hang smiled, habitually trying to reach out and pull on his head, remembering that he was in the restaurant now and he took it back again, "I'll check out, just drink it. ."

"Actually, just boil for nothing, water is fine."

"Are you annoying?" Yan Hang sighed.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, so he immediately lowered his head and took a drink, then frowned.

"Put sugar and milk." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Only then did he pick up the sugar packet next to him on the first day of the new year.

"Brother Hang," Zhang Chen came over and put today's work log in front of him, "you brother recognizes it, right?"

"Well," Yan Hang replied, and after looking at the log, Zhang Chen would finish the part that she could help write every time, which made him a lot easier, "What's wrong?"

"At first glance, it's not my brother, nor my cousin," Zhang Chen said, "Brother Xiaoku."

"Cool?" Yan Hang glanced at Zhang Chen.

"It's pretty cool and handsome, don't you think?" Zhang Chen said, "No matter how taller you are, you are absolutely ruthless and prodigal, and dump a lot of silly white sweets."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

He has heard more than one person using words like this to describe the first year of the new year.

Sometimes he thinks whether he should jump out of his memories of the first year of the junior high school to take a good look at the child. No matter how he looks now, he still feels that the first year of junior high school is still a little dog with drooping ears.

Occasionally I feel that he has matured, and it is only for a short while.

Is it really cool?

Really fierce?

Brother Dog?

Yan Hang looked at the first day of junior high school sitting at the table with a coffee cup in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

Still a child.

"You don't work, do you have a working meal?" he asked when he walked out of the hotel with him after get off work.

"Then you have to wait any longer, it takes ten minutes to eat a work meal," Yan Hang said.

"No money," said the first day of the new year, "don't eat white, don't eat."

"I'm actually not very hungry," Yan Hang smiled and put his arm on his shoulder, "I can't eat anything when I'm very busy."

"You are really too busy," said the first day of the new year, "I just saw you, so I didn't stop, I went down."

"It's usually okay. It's not Golden Week anymore. There are so many tourists." Yan Hang stretched out and continued to support his shoulders, "I can't run at night... Let's take a stroll back, let me breathe. Take exercise by the way."

"Good." Chu nodded.

"Do you have the best relationship with Zhou Chunyang in the dormitory?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't know," the first day of the year thought for a while, "all are pretty good."

"I think you two talk quite a lot." Yan Hang said.

"Well," the first day of the year gave him a glance, "he talks ridiculously."

"If you don't stutter, it doesn't necessarily mean who is talking." Yan Hang smiled.

"He." insisted on the first day.

"Then who are we talking about?" Yan Hang asked.

"You." said the first day.

Yan Hang smiled and slammed his head twice: "My colleague just said you are cool, I really didn't see how cool you are."

"You are the same, my colleague said me?" asked the first day.

"Well, you are very cool and handsome." Yan Hang said.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and he laughed twice.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Hang asked.

"No." On the first day of the new year, he continued to be silly at the front.

Yan Hang can almost guess why he is so happy. The feeling of being mentioned by friends of friends, classmates, and colleagues of friends is probably not often experienced before the first year of junior high.

"There is a supermarket ahead," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to buy some daily necessities."

"The community is right. Isn't it right? Is there any." The first day of the first day looked at the front.

"This house has everything," Yan Hang said, "there is a small supermarket across from the community."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

There were a lot of people in the supermarket. He and Yan Hang walked slowly among the rows of shelves. When it was the festive season, there were even so many people in the supermarket.

On the first day of the first year of the new year, looking at the various moon cakes in the aisle, I was a little surprised. The moon cakes that Yan Hang helped him send home were not sure where they were. Can they arrive tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow?

Will the family be happy if they receive moon cakes?Will you call him and tell him the mooncakes are received?

Yan Hang stopped in front of the towel rack and glanced at the price of towels on the first day. He had never used dozens of towels in his entire life.

"Aren't your hair and towel okay, okay?" He couldn't help asking.

Even though Yan Hang said that he didn't save money, and how much he spent, he still felt distressed on the first day of the junior high school.

"Towels are changed every month," Yan Hang said, "it's more hygienic."

"Oh." The first one agreed.

Towels are changed every month?His towel is probably broken and changed.

Yan Hang took a pack of four: "I have two and you have two."

The first day of the new year was stunned.

"If you use vermicelli, I use blue sticks." Yan Hang said.

"I'm blue." He didn't even bother to ask why he should buy a towel for him, protesting the color first.

"I want the blue one." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at the shelf, took a bag of coffee bars and blue bars, and put them in his hand.

"Then your blue coffee bar." Yan Hang said.

"My coffee." said the first day of the day.

"You hide your skills by lifting the bar, right?" Yan Hang looked at him.

On the first day of the new year, he laughed, not knowing why he was like this.

Finally, Yan Hang put the bag back on the shelf and took a bag of four brown bars: "Is this all right?"

"The blue ones seem to be good, look at them," the first day of the month whispered.

Yan Hang flipped through it for a while, and found probably the only pack of four blue ones: "Are you satisfied?"

He nodded his head at a little earlier, obviously he didn't need a towel, but he picked a towel with Yan Hang. It was a bit nervous, but he felt very happy.

After two steps, the phone rang in his pocket, and he took it out and took a look. It was the aunt.

"Hello?" He answered the phone, "Auntie."

"When are you coming back? Your uncle can drive to pick you up when he is free these two days." The aunt said over there.

I stopped on the first day of the new year, and opened my mouth for a while without knowing what to say.

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him, and asked softly, "Who?"

"Auntie," she said, clutching the microphone on the first day of the new year, "ask me, do you go back?"

"Just tell the truth, don't want to return." Yan Hang said softly.

"I don't have a holiday, and I won't go back." said the first day.

"No?" The aunt was a little surprised, "Are you also going home during Mid-Autumn Festival?"

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

After a while, the aunt sighed: "I was worried about whether you would not want to go home... Did you tell your mother and your grandmother that you would not go home?"

"No." said the first day.

"I didn't say it?" The aunt was probably a little helpless, "Isn't he always out of contact with home?"

"Yeah." Chuyi bit his lip.

"Call home," the aunt hesitated, "Your grandma was hospitalized a few days ago."

"Huh?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"I went to the hospital to check it and said it was dizzy. The doctor didn't find anything wrong, so I observed it for two days," said the aunt. "You call home, so that your grandmother will pick you up when you can save it. Talk back and forth."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"You really don't want to go back," said the aunt. "I have time next month. I will go with your uncle to see you."

After the phone call with my aunt, I stood there for a long time without moving.

He was probably a little too happy during this period of time, even if he occasionally thinks about the things at home and the past, it does not affect his mood too much.

He was like a little sparrow that finally flew with its wings flapped, and when he fluttered in joy, he was suddenly blown back to the ground by the wind.

A little scared.

If he just made a phone call at home, he could still hold it.

But now my grandmother is hospitalized, even if my aunt says that there is nothing wrong with the test, he is afraid.

He may not be filial. What he is afraid of is not whether his grandmother will get any sickness. What he is afraid of is that he will be scolded by his grandmother and mother in this situation.

This fear is like being carved in his bones, no matter how long it takes, it will not disappear.

He could almost figure out what his mother and grandma would say.

The white-eyed wolf, as soon as he left, just like your dad, don’t care about this family. Regardless of the lives of these people, what are you calling back to do? See if the people in this family are dead or not? When you are assured of collective suicide, you will be guaranteed to inform you...

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang squeezed lightly on his shoulder.

"My aunt said that my grandmother lived and was hospitalized," said the first day of the month.

"In hospital?" Yan Hang was stunned. "Is it serious? What's the disease?"

"No inspection, check it out," frowned on the first day of the new year.

"Then you call home and ask about the situation," Yan Hang said, "If it doesn't work, go back and have a look."

On the first day of the new year, he raised his head and looked at him, and after a while, he whispered: "I dare not."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I dare not," said the first day of the new year, with a little trembling in his voice, and slowly squatted down beside the shelf, "I dare not..."

"On the first day of the middle school," Yan Hang also squatted down, patting his back lightly, "then stop calling, stop calling, and don't go back."

"My mother will scold and scold me," the first grader's voice was very low, and he could hear him very uncomfortable, "my grandma would also scold me."

"Just curse," Yan Hang said, "have you cursed less after so many years."

There was no sound on the first day of the new year. He squatted on the ground and hugged his legs with his chin resting on his knees.

Yan Hang tilted his head and looked into his eyes, not crying, just stunned.

Just don't cry.

Yan Hang didn't speak any more, squatting opposite him and watching.

The first day seemed to have returned to the state in his memory, and it was even more uncomfortable for him than the first one in the memory, because the first year of the first year had already accepted the status quo of life, and he could close himself up and carry himself. Live all the blows and panic.

And now in the first day of the new year, it is no longer possible to return to the mentality of calmly accepting everything.

He is stronger, but also weaker.

"Let's go back first, and then think about what to do." Yan Hang stretched out his hand and poked his chin slightly, and suddenly realized that his legs were really long on the first day of the year.

"Yeah." Chu Yi said, but didn't move.

Yan Hang stood up and waited for him beside him. After a while, he slowly stood up on the first day of the new year.

"Go," Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulder, "I'll get two more toothpastes and laundry detergent."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

After taking all the things and then checking out, I walked out of the supermarket. I didn't say a word on the first day of the new year.

"Get a taxi." Yan Hang might not be in the mood to wander back after seeing him like this.

Nodding at first.

Yan Hang stopped three cars before one finally stopped. He put the things in the co-pilot and sat in the back seat with the first one.

As the car drove forward, Yan Hang sighed slightly and looked out the window.

There were also a few people who reached out for taxis on the side of the road. Fortunately, they were one step ahead.

or……

Yan Hang saw a figure flashing behind a few taxi drivers, and then wrapped in the crowd and disappeared.

It was dark now, and there were so many people in front of the supermarket. He didn't see too clearly, but the posture of walking with his left foot on his left foot suddenly reminded him of the person he saw in the restaurant today.

Dazzling?

Overreacted again?

When I got home, I still had nothing to say on the first grade, sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Yan Hang went to take a shower. When he came out, he changed from sitting to sitting cross-legged, still looking a little gloomy.

"Actually, it's not a big deal," Yan Hang sat next to him. "If you don't want to make this call, just don't make the call. If you don't worry, you will call and ask, what are you afraid of getting scolded? You are now a dog brother."

Lu Yi smiled.

"There are some things that become more afraid as you think about it." Yan Hang said.

"I'm afraid I will call, tell me to go back."

"That's the same. You can go back if you want to, and you won't go back if you don't want to. If you really want to go back, it will only take a day or two," Yan Hang said, "You have to go to class."

"I..." Chu Yi raised his head and looked at him.

"What?" Yan Hang got up and took a bottle of ice black tea from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

do not wanna go Home.

I don't want to see my grandma and mother, I don't want to see my grandfather, and I don't want to see the dilapidated and hopeless home in everything.

But what I don't want is... to be separated from Yan Hang.

On the first day of the new year, he was holding the bottle of ice black tea. For some reason, he suddenly felt flustered when he thought that if he went home, he would not see Yan Hang for a few days.

Although he was here now, he didn't see Yan Hang every day, sometimes he couldn't see him once a week.

But it feels completely different.

It was as if he would be thrown back into the previous days in an instant, in those days when he grilled all kinds of Xiao Li every day, and his heart was never at ease.

He felt that he was a little bit magical, and the points of worry and fear would suddenly stray.

For example, he is now worried about whether Yan Hang will suddenly disappear after returning.

For example, he doesn't know if he "has anything" to Yan Hang, but he is worried that others "have anything to Yan Hang"...

The mind often doesn't work well.

"Hey," Yan Hang kicked him, "What do you think?"

"Zhou Chunyang said..." Turning his head to look at Yan Hang on the first day.

After Zhou Chunyang said the three words, he was surprised to realize that his point was still running off the track, and he had already ran off here since he could not call home.

"Zhou Chunyang?" Yan Hang frowned, "What does Zhou Chunyang have to do with this matter?"

"Zhou Chunyang, he said, said him," he stopped on the first day of the new year, and whenever this happened, he wanted to take his tongue off and put it on his leg to stroke it, "say he...likes you."

"What?" Yan Hang probably didn't react.

"He likes you," said the first day.

"Oh," Yan Hang said after a while, "I guessed it."