A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the new year, I lowered my head and twisted the lid of the ice black tea. I just twisted it twice. Hearing Yan Hang's words, the hand holding the bottle subconsciously expressed a sense of surprise and slammed hard.

The black tea in the bottle opened the cap directly, and a short and fat arc was drawn in it, and Yan Hang thumped.

"Hey!" Yan Hang was startled and jumped off the sofa, shaking his trouser legs.

On the first day of the new year, I quickly put down the bottle, grabbed two pieces of paper and wiped off the black tea on the sofa. Fortunately, it was a leather sofa, and the water did not penetrate.

"I'll change my pants," Yan Hang looked at him, "You were surprised."

He was very embarrassed on the first day of the junior high. When Yan Hang went to change his pants, he wrung the rag and wiped the sofa again, then sat down and sighed.

Yan Hang changed his pants and sat back beside him: "Are you okay?"

"No," rubbed his nose on the first day of the new year, "you...how did you guess, you guessed it?"

"It's not a guess, I thought he was a bit familiar, but then you said he was gay," Yan Hang said, "I just wondered a little bit in that direction."

"Then you, you..." I took ice tea on the first day of the new year, and there was still more than half a bottle.

"Drink if you want, don't pinch it back and forth." Yan Hang pointed at him.

On the first day of the new year, I took two big mouthfuls and put down the bottle: "Then you..."

"What am I?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes when he said, "You didn't come to help him confess?"

"Huh?" I yelled for two seconds after being stunned on the first day of the new year, "No! No! No!"

"Oh," Yan Hang made him laugh with this reaction, "No, it's no, shout something."

"I am..." Junior One really didn't know how to express it. He actually wanted to know Yan Hang's thoughts on this matter, but he couldn't find a suitable way to ask.

"I don't feel anything," Yan Hang smiled, "not disgusting or disgusting, I think he is your classmate, nothing else."

"Oh." Chu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

A few seconds later, I suddenly found myself in a corner that was not easily noticeable, and I was a little disappointed.

I don't know what this emotion is because of, and where it comes from.

After watching TV for a while, listening to Yan Hang whispering to the TV for a while practicing interpretation, he took out his mobile phone on the first day of the junior high.

He is no longer a kid, not the little dog who wanted to hide away from everything.

He is a dog brother.

The dog is very fierce.

Just make a phone call, what's so scary?

He clicked on his mother's phone number and took a breath.

Yan Hang turned his head and glanced at him.

He looked over, Yan Hang smiled at him.

He pressed dial, held the phone to his ear, and listened to the dial tone inside.

After a few rings, the phone was answered there.

"Hey." Mom's voice came out.

When I heard this "hey", I found out that I hadn't spoken to my mother for a long time. This short word suddenly reminded him a lot, and even pulled him back to his past memories for a moment. in.

He was still familiar with this voice. His mother's usual state was weak and uninteresting. Just listening to the voice could imagine the lines on her face that stretched to the corner of her mouth.

"Mom," said the first day, "it's me."

"Oh, what are you doing." There were no surprises in my mother's voice, and no surprises, as if this was his 186th call today.

"My grandmother is sick, sick?" asked the first day.

"Well, in the hospital, I still want to wait until we are all dead before I give you a dream to tell you." Mom said.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he sighed slightly, which sounded very familiar.

"Is there anything, I'm fine," Mom said, "I don't have the ability to disappear collectively with your dad. I was very tired after a day in the hospital."

"My grandma is strict, is it serious?" asked again on the first day.

"It's not serious, let me live," said the mother, "Why don't she call you and ask when she dies and you will come back."

There was no sound on the first day of the new year.

My mother didn't speak any more, she just hung up the phone.

At the beginning, I put a mobile phone on my forehead and closed my eyes, making me feel a little bored.

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

"I may pay it back, but I have to go back." The first day of the month frowned.

"Your grandma is seriously ill?" Yan Hang leaned over, put his hand on his back and patted him.

"No, I know, my mother said that, like that," Chu Yi sighed, "I can't ask, come out."

Yan Hang followed and sighed without speaking.

"My father said," he lowered his head with his elbows propped on his knees on the first day of the new year. "Be responsible and take responsibility. You can't run into me like my dad. Whenever something goes wrong, he will run."

"Then what do you think, Brother Dog." Yan Hang looked at him.

"Brother Gou wants, go back and take a look." The first day of the new year turned his face.

"Okay," Yan Hang didn't say anything else, took out his phone and looked at the calendar, "Don't hesitate if you decide, I will ask my colleague to book your ticket for you..."

"Machine, machine, machine..." I was a little anxious on the first day.

"Cack," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Don't worry, they don't have much money, they can get low discount tickets, will it be enough for one day?"

"Enough," thought for a while, and felt depressed for a while, "Mid-Autumn Festival is over.

"Who said that," Yan Hang smiled, "When will you come back and when will it pass? The moon is very round these days."

The moon tonight is actually quite round and quite big.

On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang sat on the balcony, watched the moon for a long time, and ate two moon cakes.

He took a selfie with his mobile phone on the first day of the junior high school. He wanted to take a picture of himself with the moon and moon cakes. After a long time, he was unsuccessful. He was a little depressed. Love."

"No." Yan Hang said with a smile.

"I'll give you five or five yuan," said the first day of the new year. "Buy one, with the same minute, sympathy."

"Good." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

On the first day of the new year, he felt in his pocket for a long time, and only found three yuan. He sighed: "A discount?"

Yan Hang took the money in his hand, sat next to him, raised the phone in one hand, and put the mooncake next to his face with the other hand: "Let's see how steady Brother Xiaotian's hand is."

On the first day of the new year, I looked at Yan Hang in the camera.

Yan Hang is a very photogenic person, no matter how he shoots, he looks good.

"Do you want to laugh or just be so cool." Yan Hang asked.

"Cool." said the first day.

"Okay, one, two, three." Yan Hang quickly finished counting and pressed the shutter.

They both froze with a cold face.

"It's so cool." Yan Hang passed the original picture to him, then put a mask on his face and posted the photo on Weibo.

"Why do I have no mouth, cover?" Chuyi leaned over and took a look.

"You are handsome." Yan Hang said.

The first day of the new year laughed: "Aren't you handsome?"

"I'm humble." Yan Hang said.

"Really speaking, convincing." Chu nodded.

On the first day of the night, I didn't slept too much.

I dreamed and woke up for a while, but I didn't remember what I dreamed about when I woke up.

Still the psychological quality is not very strong.

Isn't it just going home and being scolded?

Isn't it just two or three days apart from Yan Hang?

Isn't it... haven't you been on a plane?

Yes, it’s the most terrible thing I haven’t taken a plane. How do I get the ticket?What do you do after taking the ticket?Where do you get on the plane?How can I find a seat when I go up?

"Let's go, you come with me," Yan Hang had finished washing, holding a bottle of yogurt while drinking, "My colleague has already booked a ticket, and I will take the ticket in a while and I will take you to the airport."

When I heard that Yan Hang was going to send him off, I felt a lot more at ease on the first day of the junior year, but I immediately remembered: "You are not going to work, are you going to work?"

"The plane at ten thirty," Yan Hang said, "I'll take you there and come back in time for lunch."

"Oh." Chu took up the packed bags together and followed Yan Hang out the door.

After I went to the hotel to get the ticket, when I took a taxi to the airport, I always had the illusion that I was traveling with Yan Hang.

Will suddenly get excited.

Thinking that this was not a trip and that they would be separated for a few days after arriving at the airport, he would suddenly become depressed.

After a while, my mind was in a trance and suddenly excited, go on a trip!

Then he came back to his senses and continued to frustrate.

"What do you think?" Yan Hang asked in a low voice in his ear.

"Yes, it's a bit like going on a trip, traveling." Chuyi answered in a low voice.

Yan Hang laughed: "I can go on a trip when I take my annual vacation."

"Really?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Where do you want to go, now you can figure it out, I will be free at the end of the year."

"Then I didn't, it's not fake." said the first day.

"You don't have to be in charge of school absenteeism," Yan Hang smiled. "Just buy a leave slip and ask for a week off."

The airport is quite big and looks very advanced.

On the first day of junior high school, he had been in a state where his eyes were not enough and his brains were not enough to turn his head into the city. He followed Yan Hang and looked around. He had to quickly familiarize himself with the environment. When he came back, he had to make it himself.

"Okay, the boarding gate is written on the ticket," Yan Hang handed him the boarding pass, "just follow the signs as soon as you get in."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Let's line up, you can enter." Yan Hang said.

"Oh," he hurried to the back of the security team on the first day of the new year, then turned to look at Yan Hang, "how about you?"

"I have to go," Yan Hang looked at the time, "I can't go in either."

"Ah." The first day of junior high school suddenly panicked.

"You can call me and send a message when you get in," Yan Hang slapped him twice, "Call me when you arrive."

"Yeah." The first one responded.

"We will go to enjoy the moon when you come back." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chuyi laughed.

When Yan Hang turned and walked out, the first day of the month had been twisting his neck and staring at his back.

Yan Hang is very handsome, his back looks slender and handsome, especially eye-catching, the airport is crowded, but he can always see Yan Hang.

After walking out with a distance of twenty or thirty meters, Yan Hang suddenly turned around, compared a gun with his hand, fired a shot at his side, and made a "pop" sound after seeing his mouth.

On the first day of the new year, I was so happy, I covered my chest and cooperated with "Ah".

An uncle next to him gave him nervously: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

"No," stood up quickly on the first day of the new year, "No."

It was not until Yan Hang walked out of the hall that he turned around and moved forward slowly with the team.

He only had a small bag, and the security check passed quickly. When he headed to the boarding gate, he wanted to go to the toilet first. He was afraid that he would not use the toilet on the plane, but worried that he would get lost and could not find the boarding gate, so he ran all the way. After checking the place, I went to the toilet again.

When he sat in a chair and waited to board the plane, he eased his energy, and felt that he was becoming foreign.

-Take off right away and shut down

Yan Hang had not returned to the hotel, and the news from the first day of the junior high school came over.

-Take off and sleep for a while, you kept pancakes last night

Yan Hang returned the news to him, and then the phone from the restaurant called. It is indeed busy these days. He came out today to send the first year of the junior high school. He didn't dare to tell Manager Tang that he could only let Zhang Chen do something. Call him immediately.

When I returned to the restaurant, I didn't even care about drinking water, so I started the busy noon.

When the lunch time was over, he took out his phone and saw a few messages from the first day of the junior high school.

-It's late!

-I’m here, now I’m going to take the airport bus, I don’t know which way to go out

-Follow the people out

-Got in the car, smooth

Yan Hang called.

"Are you busy?" The first day of the junior high school quickly answered the phone.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Are you home?"

"I just got off the office, handed over the car," I guess he was talking while walking, and his voice trembled, "Go home first, then go to the doctor, the hospital."

"Well," Yan Hang said, "Your mother, let them say what they want to say, just listen to it, don't think too much."

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

In fact, it hasn't been long since he left home, and the surrounding scenery hasn't changed. Except that the temperature has dropped a lot and he is a bit cold, everything else is the same as he had seen it for more than ten years.

"Oh, I'm back on the first day of the new year?" The owner of the commissary was a little surprised when he saw him.

"Uncle." Chuyi smiled.

"Your mother just went in," the boss said, "you came back quite coincidentally."

"My grandmother..." He hesitated on the first day of the first year, and entered the store, "Buy two packs and smoke."

"Your grandma is not so good these days," the boss brought him a cigarette, "don't quarrel with others."

I didn't speak on the first day of the new year. Since the father's accident, the family seemed to have been drained of all their energy. Once he left, my grandma lost even a person who was out of breath.

When I opened the door, the familiar musty smell of the long-lost sunshine came to my face, and it was also mixed with the smell of old oil from the kitchen.

My mother heard the sound of opening the door and walked out of the room. When she saw him, her face was surprised for a moment, and then she frowned: "Are you back for the funeral? It's a bit early."

"Yo," Grandpa sat on the sofa looking at him in surprise, "Who is this?"

I didn't speak on the first day of the new year and changed my shoes.

There was a box of moon cakes on the coffee table in front of Grandpa, and he recognized at a glance that it was the box that Yan Hang had sent back for him.

The moon cake has been opened, a moon cake was cut into dice in a mess, and grandpa was holding it to her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" asked the first day.

"The skin is too thin, and the oil is big," Grandpa chuckled while eating, "Not as good as the vegetable market."

"I'll give you some food at that time, and I will buy it in the market." The first few months of the first day passed by and packed the remaining months of cakes.

"You've gone for a long time!" Grandpa slapped the table and roared.

He didn't say anything when he saw him on the first day.

"Let go!" Grandpa roared again.

The moon cake opened again at the beginning.

"You're cheap," my mother said next to him. "The hotel's name is printed on the box. You have never eaten moon cakes from a big hotel in your life. Return to the vegetable market. My mother will have your turn to eat at home? "

"My grandmother..." Lu Yi looked at his mother, "In the hospital?"

"Otherwise, where are you lying on the street?" Mother said.

"Which doctor, hospital?" asked the first day of the month.

"I don't know." My mother turned around a little irritably and entered the house, and slammed the door.

"It's most suitable for your grandma to live in a mental hospital." Grandpa said while eating at the back.

On the first day of the new year, I stood in the living room for a few seconds, turned around and changed shoes and went out again.

How he had lived in this family for more than ten years before, he suddenly couldn't understand.

Perhaps because of the disappearance of my father, the family that was already depressed has become even more weird and unbearable.

On the first day of the new year, I didn’t know whether to blame Old Ding, Dad, or Grandma, Grandpa and Mom, who were always alive and dejected.

In fact, he didn't need to ask his mother before. Grandma's designated hospital is the third hospital next to her. Except here, she can't go to other hospitals.

I went directly to the inpatient department on the first day of the new year, looked for a nurse to check her name, and asked her grandma’s bed number.

In the past, he would have no confidence to do these things. He didn't dare to speak, he didn't dare to ask people, and he would be nervous for no reason in places like hospitals where people come and go.

But now, when he walked to the ward, he suddenly realized that he had really changed a lot.

Maybe it was just because my grandfather and mother were angry, maybe he just came out of the airport, as a foreign dog, he didn't feel nervous or uneasy.

Grandma seemed to be in good spirits, sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, talking with her voice.

The object of the conversation should be the other two old ladies in the bed next door, but the two old ladies were lying on the bed with their eyes closed, looking helpless, and one raised his arm to cover his face.

Standing at the door for a while on the first day of the new year, his grandma's state made him want to walk into the ward at all.

"Yo!" Grandma turned her head and saw him, her eyebrows jumped in shock, "Look at whoever! I told you, my grandson!"

The old lady on the next bed opened her eyes and glanced at the door, and snorted, "You can tell your grandmother to stop shouting."

"What are you doing here?" Grandma looked at him, "This distinguished guest?"

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and walked over and stood by the bed.

"I'm fine," Grandma looked at him squintingly, "Why are you running back? Did your aunt tell you the joy?"

"Grandma," Bend down and looked at her on the first day of the morning, "Speak well, then."

Grandma looked at him, but didn't react for a while.

"Have you eaten?" asked the first day.

"No, eat a fart," grandma said, "Your mother didn't even have a holiday on National Day. I have to live by eating air at noon these days."

"I'm going to buy it." said the first day.

The sign on the bedside of my grandma's bed didn't say that she needs to be taboo. On the first day of the new year, she packed her twice-cooked pork in the restaurant at the door and carried her back to the ward.

Grandma was not yelling this time, sitting on the bed, her face in a daze.

"Eat first," said the first day.

"Have you heard from your dad?" Grandma asked him suddenly.

"No." said the first day.

"It's said that he is dead," grandma said, "or the police can't find him, and if he is dead, he can't be found."

"Eat." said the first day.

Grandma took the lunch box and put a chopsticks in the meat: "The meal you gave me is better than your mother. She wants to starve me to death, so don't worry."

She didn't speak on the first day of the new year, leaning against the wall and watching her eat.

After eating, he packed up his things and threw them away, stood by the wall for a while, and then left the hospital.

I didn't want to go home, and there was no other place to go. I wandered to the river on the first day of the new year.

Everything is the same, now it’s cold, and there is no unpleasant smell by the river, as long as you don’t look at the trash on the river beach, it’s okay.

His tree hole is still in place, as quiet as before.

He stood in front of the tree hole and touched the edge of the hole, the familiar touch with a little warm touch made his nose sour.

"Look," on the first day of the new year, he took out the small leather jacket and steel pegs and pasted them on the entrance of the hole, "see you again, meet each other, you two will talk, talk for a while."

He pressed his face to the mouth of the hole, said nothing, and just stayed quietly for a while.

It's really long, and now it's a bit hard to press his face up, he smiled.

After spending an afternoon by the river, when it was almost dinner time, he went to pack another braised pork rice and took it to the ward.

This time, grandma didn't speak irritably, but her emotions were not very high.

I haven't seen it for a long time, but I can feel that grandma's spirit is not as good as before.

"Your school," my grandmother asked as she ate, "do you manage the distribution after graduation?"

"No matter." said the first day.

"Then where do you go to work, do you find it yourself?" Grandma asked.

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

"You are the only one who stutters. You can only see the ghost if you can find it yourself," Grandma frowned. "Trash, you can't even get into a school that controls distribution."

The ticket to go back was for the day after tomorrow. He originally thought he could stay at home for a whole day, but he was already a little irritable after only half a day.

Tomorrow he plans to stay at his grandparents' house for one day, and go directly to the airport the day after tomorrow.

I don't know why, when he usually doesn't see Yan Hang for a week, he doesn't feel much uncomfortable. Strictly counting now, he didn't even arrive for a long time, but he began to think about Yan Hang.

I was a little restless thinking, walking back and forth along the river bank, unable to calm down.

It was easy for Yan Hang to get off work when he pressed a little and called the phone.

"Dog." Yan Hang answered the phone and called him with a smile.

As soon as the voice came out, the whole person on the first day of the junior high school fell to the ground, and sat down on the stone bench next to him: "Are you off work?"

"I just came out, the uniform hasn't been changed yet," Yan Hang said, "How about you?"

On the first day of the day, he knew that Yan Hang was asking about the situation at home, but when he heard "how", his answer was still off the track: "I miss you so much."

Yan Hang was stunned and then laughed: "How long hasn't seen you? Just think I can't even stutter?"

Suddenly a little uneasy on the first day of junior high school.

His conditioned response, his kind of surprise that made Yan Hang miss.

Certain emotions that he hadn't noticed surged up.

He didn't even have time to think carefully, and suddenly felt a little stiff in his body.

"Why don't you speak?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't, I don't know," Chu said again, with an uncontrollable tremor in his voice, "I have, I'm a little... scared."