A Lucky Coin

"Now Zhang Chen is doing all your work," Sister Wang said, "She will report to you once a day. If you have any questions, just tell her."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"You get well quickly. I don't usually think it. Just yesterday I was almost exhausted," Zhang Chen said, "I should usurp the throne when I get used to it and get tired."

"Hurry up," Yan Hang said, "I just applied to go to the back kitchen."

"Sister Wang, look at this person," Zhang Chen sighed, "What is the attraction of the back kitchen? There are all the foremen here, and I also think about going to the back kitchen and working as a handyman, which is quite annoying."

"I just like that." Yan Hang smiled.

"I'm afraid it won't work in the near future. The restaurant is just on the right track," Sister Wang said. "The director is very satisfied. I'm afraid you won't agree after submitting the application... I want to come with us to see you today. "

"Hey, don't," Yan Hang was startled, "this level is too high."

"Don't worry, I stopped Mr. Tang when he came," Sister Wang smiled, "I know you can't stand this. We won't stay long today, we will leave in a while."

Yan Hang didn't expect a colleague to visit. In fact, it was quite normal, but because he had never been there for so long, he didn't have this concept.

When Sister Wang said he was leaving soon, he was relieved.

He has adapted well now, standing in the restaurant every day, watching people coming and going in front of him, smiling at the corners of his mouth and dealing with various emergencies...These are the scenes he would try to avoid before. , The chaotic crowd will increase his pressure.

And now he can force himself to integrate into the "normal" work life, and try to adapt to the colleagues, leaders, guests that appear in life...

But I still feel tired, although no one can tell.

Except for the first year of junior high school, it is difficult for him to easily face other people. He doesn't know when this state will change. Maybe it will happen all his life.

After Sister Wang and Zhang Chen left, he lay down on the bed and let out a long breath of relief.

"The flowers are very beautiful," he stood in front of the bedside table on the first day of the new year, and took out a small card from the bouquet, "I wish Yanhang an early, early recovery, and recovery."

"What's that big pocket?" Yan Hang asked.

"Let me take a look." On the first day of the new year, she opened the big gift bag that Sister Wang had brought, "Wow, so much food."

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Cookies, egg rolls," took them out in the same way as the first day, several very beautiful boxes, "Phoenix, pineapple cake..."

"I love pineapple cakes," Yan Hang said, "do you have anything you like?"

"I don't know, I haven't, I haven't eaten it," said the first day of the new year, "but I don't, I don't like sweets."

"The other ones," Yan Hang whispered, "to the uncle."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

The uncle happily declined, saying that it was not necessary. He didn't seem to know what to say in the first year of the junior high school, so he kept handing the bag to the uncle and said two words: "Take it."

Yan Hang was always looking at him and wanted to laugh. When he went to the toilet to rub a towel on the first day of the first year, his uncle smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

"Whatever you are polite, I can't eat so much." Yan Hang smiled.

"Your brother," said the uncle, "very...upright."

"Huh?" Yan Hang thought for a while, and laughed again without holding back.

"It seems that he will get angry if I push it again," the uncle said, "I usually look at a nice little brother."

"So you don't push, and if you push him again, maybe he will hit someone." Yan Hang said.

The uncle smiled and patted his chest exaggeratedly. When he saw that the towel came out on the first day of the first year, he reached out to pick it up, "Well, let me go.

"I'll come," Chuyi still had no expression on his face, and he smiled as though he remembered when he walked to the bed, "I will try."

"Then you try," the uncle said, "I'll go to the office and ask the doctor if I can pull out the stomach tube today, and if I pull out, I can eat some liquids."

"Okay." Chu nodded.

The wound on Yan Hang's body was changed to medicine, the color of the medicine near the wound was also lighter, and the abrasions were scabs, which looked less scary than before.

In the first year of junior high school, he couldn't do it as agile as the uncle, so he could only try to make his movements less clumsy.

While holding Yan Hang's hand and rubbing his arm, Yan Hang leaned on the bed and sighed, "I really want to take a bath... It's so uncomfortable..."

"Take another two, two days." said the first day of the new year.

"You should bring my perfume, I can spray a little to cover the smell." Yan Hang said.

"Nothing on you, no taste," said the first day of the day, "it's not summer, summer."

Yan Hang sighed.

On the first day of the new year, he opened the quilt and was going to help Yan Hang wipe his legs, but he hesitated while holding his pants. I didn't know whether he should push the trouser legs up and wipe them, or take off his pants and wipe them.

"I'm wearing underwear," Yan Hang bent a leg and held it up slightly, "Take it off, I just changed to a pair of sports pants, which is uncomfortable to wear without elasticity."

...This action.

He didn’t read any pornographic novels, nor comics, nor any pornographic videos. At this moment, he couldn’t even find a similar scene in his mind, but at least one flashed past. One hundred and eighty squirting .gif.

Various sprays, fancy sprays, nose nozzles and seven orifice sprays.

He wanted to kneel down on the spot and kowtow to Yan Hang.

This feeling is uncomfortable. I repeatedly have various associations and uncontrollable physiological reactions in extremely inappropriate scenes.

It made him embarrassed, embarrassed, embarrassed, and even a little disgusted with his reaction as if he had taken the wrong medicine.

He put down the towel, took the opportunity to get Yan Hang's pants, opened the cabinet door, hid himself behind the door, closed his eyes and sighed gently, trying to calm himself down.

In fact, it doesn't have much impact. These reactions are always so uncontrollable. Sometimes you can raise your head even if you stretch your waist, but this situation is just unbearable.

Can't bear it.

Make him feel like a pervert.

"You..." Yan Hang called him, but there was no sound after he finished speaking.

He suddenly came back to his senses, reached out and pulled out Yan Hang's trousers. While closing the cabinet door, he found that the cabinet had two floors, and he opened the upper cabinet door.

Can only cover his upper body.

And his shameful lower body was completely unobstructed in front of Yan Hang, still a straight profile.

Although it wasn't a fierce reaction, he was wearing thin sports pants, such a standard sideways... Yan Hang must have seen it.

He was completely stiff, just standing in front of the cabinet, staring at the closed cabinet door, and didn't dare to turn to Yan Hang.

"Junior First Day," Yan Hang felt that he could no longer stand in such a stalemate. Although he didn't know what to do, he still called Chu Yi, "Come here."

When he walked over with his pants on the first day of the junior high school, his knuckles were a little pale because of the force, and he walked a bit smoothly. His eyes didn't know where he was looking, and he never met him anyway.

When he walked to the bed, he didn't say anything on the first day of the junior high school. He stiffly put his pants around his lap. Yan Hang tried to make his movements smaller. The two of them put on the pants in a very unacceptable way. When he covered him with the quilt, the trouser legs were still twisted, but he could only endure it first.

The embarrassing reaction in the first grade of junior high school should be due to him, but he is not very sure which action or part of the magical effect produced. After all, he will not be because of seeing other men doing what he did in the previous series. There is a physiological response to any action.

...Of course, he hadn't seen it either.

"Puppy, come here." Yan Hang waved at Chongchu.

On the first day of the new year, he moved to his side with difficulty, but before he could speak, the uncle and two nurses who accompanied him came in with a tray.

"It's time to extubate," a nurse looked at the sign on his bedside. "Do you feel bloating?"

"No." Yan Hang replied.

I didn't know when I was let go again in the first grade.

"Okay," the nurse nodded. "After a while I said you hold your breath when you hold your breath to prevent any liquid from dripping into the trachea."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

"Will it hurt?" Junior one asked next to him.

"It was pulled out without any feeling, soon," the nurse smiled, "it won't hurt."

"Oh." The first day of the day leaned against the cabinet and nodded.

After pulling out the tube, Yan Hang felt that the whole person was a lot more relaxed, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "Comfortable."

"I have to eat liquid food these days, and then semi-liquid." The nurse said.

"Well, I ordered the sick meal for him." The uncle said.

After the nurse went out, Yan Hang wanted to call the first day to comfort him, but the escort uncle kept beating beside him, and he couldn't speak.

I was so leaning against the cabinet in the first year of middle school, not knowing what I was thinking.

After a few minutes of silence, there was a sudden noisy in the hallway. The uncle turned his head and listened to the outside: "Why are you arguing? Let me see."

After the uncle went out, Yan Hang glanced at the first day of the day, and walked over on the first day of the day with his head down, and sat on the chair beside his bed.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang raised his hand, trying to scratch his head, but hesitated.

"No." The first day of the day quickly moved his head to his hand.

He smiled and scratched his head on the first day of the new year. On the first day of the new year, he got on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his arm. After a while, he muffled and said, "Are you? Arrived."

"Yeah," Yan Hang looked at him and found that his ears were red, and he wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't really laugh after thinking about it. "It's nothing, sir, isn't this normal?"

No sound in the first day of the new year, still lying on his stomach.

Yan Hang didn't even know how to comfort people, let alone enlighten people. At this moment, watching the first day of junior high school, he didn't know what to say next.

"Do you, do you think that I am, a perverted state." The voice of the first day of the junior high school was still muffled, and he was very depressed.

"Where did your attitude change?" Yan Hang sighed lightly, "Isn't this a normal physiological reaction? The pants will be hard after rubbing twice..."

"I didn't do it before, not like this." The first day of the junior high school is still very depressed.

"Aren't you a puppy before, you are now..." Yan Hang organized the language very hard, "Big, big dog."

"What are you stuttering?" said the first day.

Yan Hang laughed: "Damn, I was ridiculed by a stutter."

He smiled twice and seemed to have pulled the wound again. When he was about to cover it, he stretched out his hand to cover his wound, but he still didn't lift his head, so he lay down on the bed and stretched his arm to press his wound.

It was difficult for Yan Hang to describe his current mood. His performance in the first year of junior high was indeed no longer like an ordinary dog ​​chucking his legs, and he could feel it even if he was reluctant to guess.

So he is at a loss now.

It just hurts.

He won't have any disgust, but there is no way to give the answer that he wants in the first year so lightly.

Moreover, it seemed that the first year of junior high school only wanted to let him know that he could not bear the need to speak out, and did not show how much he expected his response.

Maybe I dare not expect it.

"The first day," he put his hand on the first day of the first day, "I don't know how to say..."

"Needless to say," said the first day of the new year, "I didn't, I didn't...you just treat me like me, nothing, nothing said."

Yan Hang said nothing.

"I don't, I don't like you." said the first day.

Yan Hang smiled.

"Prodigal, always, always insomnia," said the first day of the day, "back, still, always, always..."

"What the hell?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"No," he was silent for a while on the first day of the new year, and when he spoke again, a nasal sound suddenly appeared in his voice, "You are too, well, I'm looking for it, and I can't find anything wrong."

Yan Hang gently patted the back of his hand, and the puppy cried again.

It's a change of person. He cried every day when he was fine, and he kicked it off early.

But I don't know why, every time he cries on the first day of the new year, he doesn't feel annoying, but only feels cute, and at best he doesn't know how to comfort him.

However, the time for crying on the first day of the day was very short, probably because in the hospital, the escort uncles and nurses might push in at any time.

"Really, I cried when I was young, but I don't have much," Lu Yi grabbed the tissues on the bedside table, "annoying."

"On the first day of the new year," Yan Hang picked up one of his fingers and squeezed it lightly, "I, I have been running around with my dad, saying it's fun, it's fun, meeting the world, what kind of people, what kind of things , I have seen it all."

On the first day of the new year, he went back to the bed and turned his face to listen to him.

"If you want to be alone, I'm really lonely," Yan Hang said. "Most of the time I would like to stay alone, stop, read a book, listen to music, no one is the best, but I don't want to be alone. While standing...I have to stay alone."

"So I always wanted to have a brother and sister," Yan Hang said. "It's a very good kind. When I waved when I was bored, the gadgets walked away, and when I was bored, the gadgets jumped. coming……"

"You are quite, very capable of thinking," said the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang smiled and flicked on his hand: "I just wanted to say that you are pretty good. I always think you are my brother."

The first day of the junior high school said in a low voice: "Stutter, my brother wants to do it too, do you want it?"

"Listen to me, can you?" Yan Hang said, "Don't be fine if you are stuttering. Okay, we will have to fight once a day."

No words in the first day of the junior high school.

"I said so much, just to tell you," Yan Hang said, "I never thought about whether there will be a relationship beyond this range between us, I never thought about it."

On the first day of the new year, he bit his lip and said nothing.

"So I don't know how to answer you," Yan Hang said, "I..."

"No, no, no," he sat up straight when he heard it, "I don't, don't want you to answer, answer, I don't need...no, no..."

"Oh." Yan Hang looked at him.

Yan Hang is really a very good person, very nice and very kind.

In the first year of junior high school, I never thought that Yan Hang would tell him so much, just because he was afraid of him being uncomfortable and embarrassed.

In fact, he didn't have any thoughts when he said that sentence, he just felt that he couldn't carry it anymore and wanted to say it.

He no longer wanted Yan Hang's answer, he didn't want it at all, he even hoped that he hadn't said that day to Yan Hang.

He just wants to stay with Yan Hang easily. When Yan Hang is unhappy, he can make Yan Hang happy, and when he is unhappy, Yan Hang will comfort him.

If Yan Hang just wanted a remote control brother, he would also be willing to be that kind of brother.

He didn't know what kind of existence he was for Yan Hang. He only hoped that when Yan Hang was with him, he would be relaxed without any pressure.

Even the pressure of being liked but not knowing how to deal with it.

"When can I leave the hospital?" Yan Hang asked when the doctor came to the rounds.

"Is it a little bored to stay?" The doctor asked with a smile.

"Well," Yan Hang sighed, "I'm almost suffocated."

"It's only less than a week," the doctor said. "If you keep on for a few more days, your physical fitness is very good. You can leave the hospital and go home for recuperation in a few days."

"How many days?" Yan Hang asked.

"Observe and watch again," said the doctor, "physical is important, don't take it so seriously."

Body is of course important, but for Yan Hang, emotion is more important.

He has been chatting cheerfully with people every day in the past few days, with the first day of the junior high school, the accompanying uncle, and the nurse, but no matter how he pretends to be happy, he feels that his mood is getting lower every day. It's already the bottom of the valley.

"I'll accompany you out, go out and go around." Chu Yi pushed a wheelchair into the ward.

"I can go," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't need this now."

"Go to the garden, push you through, and then you will go by yourself when you are there," said the first day.

"All right." Yan Hang got out of bed slowly and got into the wheelchair.

On the first day of the new year, he pushed him into the elevator, went downstairs, and strolled into the small leisure garden between the back buildings of the hospital.

Usually there should be a lot of patients who come here for ventilation, but today the temperature dropped and it was a lot colder, except for the two of them, not a single person.

"Is it cold?" Chu pulled his thick coat.

"It's not cold, it's okay without wind." Yan Hang said.

"It's not here, it's better than at home, over there," said the first day of the new year. "Heating will only be provided next month."

"Why, are you too cold to sleep?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"It's getting colder every day," he zipped up his jacket, "I'm scared, it's cold."

"There is an electric blanket in the cabinet, you can spread that out when it's cold." Yan Hang said.

"No," shook his head on the first day of the month. "It's not safe. What if you bake it?

"I was just eating." Yan Hang said.

The first one handed his hand to him: "Here."

Yan Hang looked at his hand: "Wipe."

On the first day of the junior year, he took out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket. Since Yan Hang was hospitalized, he was forced to follow along and develop a very particular habit, carrying wet tissues wherever he went, because the particular Yan Hang let him wipe it here when he was fine. Wipe, wipe there.

He took out a wet towel, wiped his hand, and passed it to Yan Hang again.

Yan Hang opened his mouth to bite.

He suddenly withdrew his hand when Yan Hang touched his hand.

It was not because of fear of dirty hands, but a burst of soreness that spread from fingertips to shoulders at this moment.

He put his hand back in his pocket and squeezed the small steel pin in his pocket.

"Stingy." Yan Hang smiled.

"I just found out today, Dao?" He sat on the stone bench opposite him on the first day.

"Are you in class?" Yan Hang asked, "Go back to school tomorrow?"

"I asked for a leave," said on the first day of the new year, with some hesitation. He didn't know how to tell the people in the dormitory about the reason for his leave. "Today, the dormitory is still there and asked me what happened. Say."

"Just say I was hospitalized." Yan Hang said.

"Can you tell me?" Lu Yi looked at him.

"There is nothing I can't say about this," Yan Hang smiled. "The robbed stabbed him."

"...Oh." Chu nodded.

"I don't have to stay on guard now..." Yan Hang suddenly paused after half talking, then turned his head and glanced aside.

On the first day of the new year, he followed and glanced over there.

There was the fire exit of the inpatient department. No one was walking there. At first glance, I saw someone walking in there quickly.

This walking posture!

He suddenly remembered the person who ran away in front of him that day, and also remembered at this moment that the person who ran up seemed a bit awkward...

On the first day of the lunar new year, he suddenly jumped up from the stone bench, and when he kicked his leg directly over the half-person-high bushes next to him and rushed over to the fire escape, Yan Hang almost applauded him before screaming out.

Although he knew that he would practice boxing in the first year of the junior high school, he would fight, and he was well-known in school, but this was the first time he saw such a beautiful skill in the first year of junior high school.

Clouds and flowing water came together in one go.

Very handsome.

After two seconds, he came back to his senses and wanted to stop the first day of the new year, but the injury on his waist and lower abdomen made him unable to shout.

Stupid dog!

What if someone else stabbed your brother at this moment!

Yan Hang touched his coat pocket and found nothing.

He looked around, and there was an older sister who was pushing a garbage truck passing by, and he was slightly relieved.

Before Sister Cleaning came to him, she ran back from the fire exit just like the wind on the first day of the new year.

"Flying around," Yan Hang looked at him, "Where is the COS boomerang?"

"I was scared to death." At the beginning, he hugged the back of the wheelchair with the wheelchair. "I ran, half-ran suddenly, and suddenly thought yes, no sound, sound, sound..."

"Strike west," Yan Hang finished speaking for him, "so you are back."

"Well," Chu nodded his head a little, "twisted, twisted."

"Trash," Yan Hang reached into his coat, rubbed his back across the clothes, "Sit down."

"It's that person!" On the first day of the new year, he looked around and stared at the fire exit. It took him a long time to sit down, "It's him!"

"Well," Yan Hang looked at his feet, "Look at the feet first."

On the first day of the new year, he looked around vigilantly, and stretched out his hand to take off his shoes. As soon as he grasped the upper, he drew a sigh, his face twisted.

"It hurts?" Yan Hang moved towards him with the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Ah," the first day of the month bit his lip, untied the laces and took off the shoes.

Yan Hang saw his swollen ankle and was a little surprised: "How did you run back?"

"No, I know." said the first day.