A Lucky Coin

He didn't twist his foot in the first year of the first year. He was often kicked out before, but he could run screaming every time. He never twisted his foot. Today, I don't know what happened. He twisted when he ran to the fire exit.

The ground was flat and there was no debris. He didn't know how to sway like a foot in the air.

The man didn’t run fast, but the fire exit was in the inpatient hall where the procedures were handled. There were a lot of people. When I continued to rush through on the first day of the junior high school, I couldn’t see anyone anymore. When Hang was sitting alone in the small garden, he broke down in a cold sweat.

As he ran back, he stared at Yan Hang. He even stared at Sister Cleaning for several times, for fear that Sister Cleaning would suddenly pull off the wig and drew a machine gun from under the car.

It was only when he was about to take off his shoes that he realized that his ankle was so painful that he couldn't even touch it, and he didn't feel any force at all at ordinary times. The pain made him sweat.

"Go and register," Yan Hang stood up, "go."

"No, no hurry." On the first day of the new year, he also stood up quickly, bent his sprained foot, and looked around, always feeling that it was not safe here, "I will send it first, and send you back."

"I..." Yan Hang frowned, trying to bend down to look at his feet.

"Hey don't, don't move." Chu Yi grabbed his arm.

"I can be discharged from the hospital in a few days," Yan Hang said, "I won't even let you move when I'm here?"

"I'll take you back and go back to the ward." Chu put his foot in the shoe that he took off.

Failed, can't plug it back, and it hurts.

He had to pass the shoes to Yan Hang: "You take it, take it."

"Sit down," Yan Hang sighed, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number, "Uncle, come down here, here in Little Garden, my brother's ankle twisted...well, it's very serious, you push him away Check it out... that's good."

"Then, that person," Chu Yi kept raising his arm around Yan Hang behind him, "Can the police and Uncle Cha adjust the supervision, monitor and arrest, get up?"

"Don't worry about it," Yan Hang said, "I'll tell Cui Yi in a moment..."

"What do you mean by me! Don't worry about it!" I was anxious in the first grade, and couldn't help raising my voice, staring at Yan Hang, "Why don't I care! Ah!"

Yan Hang seemed to be taken aback by him and turned to look at him.

He was a little embarrassed at once, and when he was about to speak again, Yan Hang also yelled at him: "Feet!"

After roaring the word, Yan Hang stopped, and then his voice returned to its original shape, but his tone was still fierce: "It's all like that, you still care about that person! I told you to leave it alone! I will let you go now. Look at your feet! You fucking look at your feet! Understand?"

"Understand." Chu nodded.

"Don't yell at me!" Yan Hang leaned in front of him and said viciously, "I just can't get it right now, or I can yell you back there and run over again."

"Ah," the first day of the new year glanced at him, "internal, internal strength is not enough?"

"Fuck," Yan Hang sullen his face for a while, then laughed at last, "Fuck..."

The uncle escort came over quickly, pushed Yan Hang back to the ward with a wheelchair.

"Don't go out, go out." said the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

"I know the hospital very well," the uncle pushed out on the first day of the new year. "You don't need to register, just go to the orthopedic ward to see the doctor first, and let him deal with it."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Thank you," the uncle smiled, "it doesn't take much trouble."

Seeing that Yan Hang did not close the door of the ward after he was pushed away on the first day of the new year. His bed was next to the door, and the nurse station was diagonally opposite. As long as the door was not closed, the nurse could see any movement.

He sat back on the bed and called Cui Yi.

"Are you sure?" Cui Yi was a little surprised.

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "I recognized it on the first day of the new year."

"I'll contact the police again," Cui Yi said. "The surveillance couldn't find out last time. This time in the hospital, I should be able to shoot more clearly."

"It's useless to recognize a person," Yan Hang frowned. "If this person has no record and knows what he looks like, he doesn't know who it is."

"I'll make you a transfer." Cui Yi said.

"No," Yan Hang looked outside the door, "He doesn't have that ability, and I feel he..."

"He is waiting for your dad to appear." Cui Yi said.

"Do you think so too?" Yan Hang bit his lip.

"Well," Cui Yi said, "but your dad won't be hooked."

"Yes, old fox." Yan Hang smiled.

"Now you have to pay attention," Cui Yi said, "I can't find any place to hide you, and it's useless to hide, you are in the bright place."

"I don't hide," Yan Hang said, "If it weren't for my distraction that day, he wouldn't be able to get close to me."

"You are exactly the same as your dad with this madness," Cui Yi sighed, "Then you better stop being distracted."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

Distracted.

Yes, I was distracted by the first day of the new year.

But he is not too so-called, but he is afraid that he will feel guilty because of this on the first day of the junior high school.

Today, when I saw the first day of the first day anxiously, he felt uncomfortable, and he was particularly afraid that he would run into something on the first day of the first day. Although the first day of the first day seemed to be able to fight, after all, he didn’t have much experience in street fighting. He might suffer if he is a little overcast.

What role did the father play in this incident in the first grade of junior high school? He still doesn't understand. Maybe he just came to help drive a car. It's possible to be forced or deceived, but it won't be the key anyway. character.

But he didn't think so in the first year of junior high. Yan Hang could feel that he had always had a strong sense of guilt, even though this matter had nothing to do with him.

This character is nothing like a dog.

When he was pushed back to the ward by the uncle on the first day of the new year, he was no longer a dog, and his feet were bandaged.

"Is there a bone problem?" Yan Hang was stunned when he saw it.

"No," said the uncle, "it's packed with medicine. I took the film. The bones are okay, and the ligaments are strained. It's going to be inconvenient to walk for a while."

"No," he stood up on the first day of the junior high school and jumped to the bed with one step, "Look."

"I'll borrow a crutches for you," said the uncle, "you can jump up faster."

"Good." Chuyi smiled.

"If you want to come these few days," Yan Hang said softly, "just take a taxi, I will reimburse you, don't bear the money."

"Well," Chu nodded, thinking about it, and looked at him again, "The phone money is back, I haven't reported it."

"Oh," Yan Hang snorted, took out his wallet and handed it to him, "take the card and take it out by yourself."

"What about the password?" asked the first day.

"The top six of your mobile number." Yan Hang said.

"Mine?" The first day of the year was stunned.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "This card was given to me by my dad. The password I set before is very strange. I can't remember it. It was too troublesome to withdraw money last time, so I changed it."

"Oh." The first day of the new year looked down at the card.

When taking Yan Hang's card to withdraw money in the lobby of the hospital, he looked at the balance on the first day of the new year, and it turned out that there was almost 100,000, which was a huge sum of money for him.

When he returned to the ward after taking the money, he almost held the card in his mouth. He was very nervous all the way, and he leaped fast on the crutches. He was afraid that the person just appeared again, and he was afraid that someone would snatch his card. Walked much faster than when the foot was not hurt.

He didn't react until he entered the ward. The card was snatched away, and there was no password.

In the past two days, Yan Hang has eaten liquid food. The so-called liquid food is porridge. It should be very painful for food lovers Yan Hang.

When he put the card back in Yan Hang's wallet, Yan Hang was staring at a bowl of rice soup.

"Don't want to eat?" asked the first day.

"Wait to let it cool down and drink it all at once," Yan Hang said, "You can eat something. Uncle will go for a meal later, let him give you a copy?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded. He didn't have any appetite these days. He didn't want to eat when he returned to Yan Hang's house. If he sits here and eats with Yan Hang, he seems to have an appetite again.

The uncle came back with two twice-cooked pilaf. They were surrounded by the hospital bed, with Yan Hang and his rice soup in the middle. This scene was a bit sad.

"I want to eat twice-cooked pork." Yan Hang said.

"It's too oily," said the uncle, "you also have meat in it, but it's just juicy."

"Can that count as meat?" Yan Hang took a spoon and stirred it in the rice soup, "I'm not afraid of oil, I want to eat meat."

"Be strong." He ate quickly on the first day, trying to eat as quickly as possible to avoid prolonged stimulation of Yan Hang.

"Fuck off." Yan Hang laughed.

On the first day of the first year, the steak was pulled very quickly, and within a few minutes, there was still the last little diced meat in the lunch box. He picked it up and put it in his mouth, and found that Yan Hang was staring at him.

"Huh?" He looked at Yan Hang.

"Give it to me." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, I looked at the diced meat on the tip of the chopsticks about the size of a small fingernail: "You want to eat it?"

"Give it to me," Yan Hang glared at him, "Hurry up."

He hesitated on the first day of the junior high school, handed the diced meat to his mouth, and Yan Hang took it away.

"Can chew, can you chew?" asked the first day of the month.

Yan Hang stopped after chewing twice, and sighed, "I have disappeared."

"Tomorrow will be ready," the uncle laughed, "this will not be the meal ordered for you tomorrow."

After eating, he leaned on the bedside to watch TV with Yan Hang.

The patient in the bed next door just changed the ward, and no new patient came in at the moment. The uncle went to chat with the fellow next door, so he and Yan Hang were left in the ward.

It's been a long time, and he hasn't been so quiet with Yan Hang.

Although the TV is boring, although his feet are a little uncomfortable, and he has to sit on a chair next to him, he feels very comfortable.

The phone rang and Li Ziqiang sent a message.

-We are all back, what's the matter with you?Chunyang said you took time off?

-Well, Yan Hang was hospitalized. I took care of it for three days.

He followed Yan Hang's instructions to Li Ziqiang back to the news.

Within two seconds, Li Ziqiang called directly.

"Who?" Yan Hang asked next to him.

"Li Ziqiang," said the first day of the new year, "I said you live and are in hospital..."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "If they come to see me and ask them to take food, any seafood noodles and seafood porridge will do."

"No seafood, can't it?" Chuyi looked at him.

"Take it first." Yan Hang yawned.

"What's the matter with you on the first day of the first year?" Li Ziqiang asked as soon as the phone was connected, "Are you still taking us as friends?"

"What?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Chunyang said that you said something happened a few days ago. Did Brother Hang be hospitalized the other day?" Li Ziqiang asked.

"Yeah." The first one responded.

"Then you are a bit too much!" Li Ziqiang was very dissatisfied, "Chunyang and the others are all local, you can help with just one word! Don't say anything, you are too interesting."

"...Ah." I didn't know how to answer in the first year, and I didn't understand why it was not interesting enough.

"Ah what," Li Ziqiang said, "Tomorrow we will go to the hospital to visit Brother Hang. If I can help you, just speak up."

"No, no, such a guest..." On the first day of the junior high school, he wanted to decline, but was interrupted by Yan Hang.

"Let them bring me food." Yan Hang said.

He glanced at him on the first day.

"Eat, meat." Yan Hang said.

"Then you can bring something to eat," Chu Yi had to repeat with Li Ziqiang, "He is drinking rice soup fast and he is crazy."

Li Ziqiang laughed very loudly over there: "No problem, it's on Chunyang!"

"Half-liquid food," added a quick sentence on the first day of the new year, "he..."

"What kind of hospital is he living in?" Zhou Chunyang's voice came over there.

"...Was beaten, robbed." Chu Yi glanced at Yan Hang.

"Stab wound?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned.

"Yeah." The first one responded.

"All right, half-liu food, right?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"Then shredded chicken noodles? Make another steamed egg or something? Pumpkin millet paste should be fine," Zhou Chunyang said, "I'm so hungry."

"Okay." He had just finished eating on the first day of the new year, making him a bit greedy.

The group of people in the dormitory probably didn't feel anything like absenteeism. They thought they would come at noon on the first day of the new year, but it didn't take long for him to enter the ward early in the morning, and a group of people arrived.

"Damn it?" Zhang Qiang was stunned when he saw him, "What happened to your feet? Were you both robbed together?"

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "accidentally."

"I will sympathize with you later," Li Ziqiang squeezed a pocket with several lunch boxes to the hospital bed, "Brother Hang is greedy? Hurry up, eat first, it's still hot."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Thank us. Originally, we wanted to buy high-end nutritional products," Li Ziqiang said. "You said you want to eat these, but it saves money. Adding one piece doesn't cost you 100 yuan."

"It's a big tone," Yan Hang said, "Don't look at it for a hundred yuan."

"Just came back from home," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile standing by the wall, "all are big money."

"Brother Hang," Hu Biao leaned over to the bed and sat down, "Tell me, what's the matter, can the robbery hurt you?"

"Several people surrounded me." Yan Hang opened a lunch box. It should be shredded chicken noodles. It was very fragrant. On the first day of the first year, I could smell the fragrance by the door. Yan Hang flicked while eating, "I can't be too busy."

"It's better to give money at this time, or you will suffer more," Hu Biao sighed, "Where is it hurt?"

"Tummy," Yan Hang glanced at Li Ziqiang next to him, "What's wrong with your face? Who else... Zhang Qiang?"

"Don't mention it," Zhang Qiang waved his hand. "When I go back to school, I'll do a fucking battle first."

"Are you following the ones I saw last time?" Yan Hang asked.

A few people rushed to talk about it. It was probably the few people who met 404 when they came back to school, wandering around the door of their dormitory, so they didn’t agree with each other and moved their hands. His hatred joined the battle, from the fourth floor to the third floor and from the third floor back to the fourth floor.

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at Zhou Chunyang and he found a blood hole on his neck.

"How did you twist your foot?" Zhou Chunyang turned his head and asked.

"Step on, empty." said the first day.

"Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, sighed, and whispered, "If you have something like this in the future, just say, even if we are all students who can't help much, we can still run some errands or something. what."

"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.

"Are you all thinner?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him again, "How do I feel you are thinner?"

"Yes?" The first day of the day touched his face.

"Well, it's just not much thinner than Yan Hang." Zhou Chunyang said.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and glanced at Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang walked in and stood on the wall, and he could still see that Yan Hang was not thin!

None of these people found that Yan Hang was thinner, Zhou Chunyang actually saw that Yan Hang was thinner!

He and Zhou Chunyang looked at each other, feeling a little surging in his heart, and forgot to take back his sight. Zhou Chunyang stared at him for a while and then laughed.

"What are you laughing at." A little embarrassed suddenly on the first day of the new year.

"No," Zhou Chunyang looked at Yan Hang, then turned his head, turned to his side, continued to lean against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Last time I asked if you had something, you still recognition."

When he thought of the words he talked to Zhou Chunyang when he was eating at the restaurant last time, he immediately blushed. When he said "No" to Zhou Chunyang, what he thought was completely different from what he is now.

He never thought that in just such a little time, he could suddenly become what he is now.

Very depressed.

Even annoyed.

How can people change so quickly?

He wanted to go back very much. It doesn't need to be special, just before the day he had dinner with Zhou Chunyang, then there would be no problems between him and Yan Hang.

"No," he said.

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned for two seconds before reacting, "Oh."

On the first day of the junior high school, he still looked at him, feeling like he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"I misunderstood," Zhou Chunyang said, "After all, I...so sometimes I just look at others for something, I'm sorry."

When Zhou Chunyang said so, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

But I can't tell what I'm disappointed.

These people in the dormitory didn't stay long before they were chased away by nurses, saying it was too noisy.

"Brother Gou, say it when you go back to school," Hu Biao patted the shoulder of the first year of the junior high school. "We will come to pick you up. It is estimated that your feet will not get better in ten and a half months."

"Oh." Chu nodded, this time he didn't say thank you, fearing that Li Ziqiang would blame him for not having enough friends.

After a few people left, he looked at the food they brought over. Yan Hang didn't eat much, so he ate a few bites of chicken noodles.

"Isn't it delicious?" he asked.

"It's delicious, but I haven't eaten much. Now I'm full after a few bites." Yan Hang looked at the lunch box in front of him, "I haven't eaten this pumpkin and millet paste yet. You can eat it."

"I can eat it all," said the first day.

"Then you eat it all." Yan Hang smiled and pushed all the lunch boxes in front of him.

He took it and started eating it on the first day of the new year. It was indeed delicious. He didn't eat early in the morning and felt empty in his stomach when he smelled the scent.

Yan Hang leaned on the head of the bed and watched him work hard.

It’s been ten days. It’s been ten days since the first day of the junior high school. It’s not easy to eat and sleep well. It is feverish and twisted. Yan Hang didn’t feel obvious at first. He just noticed when compared with the kids in the dormitory of the first grade. By the first day of the new year, I lost a lot and looked tired.

"You will weigh yourself in the hallway later," he said, "have you lost a lot of weight? I can't tell if I look at you every day."

"Gangchun, Chunyang also said that I was thinner," Chu said as he ate, "maybe thinner, a little bit."

Chunyang.

The three-character name is easy to take advantage of.

"I think you two have been talking for a long time," Yan Hang said, "what are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Chu Yi raised his head and pulled the remaining bite of shredded chicken noodles into his mouth. "Just ask, what's wrong with my feet."

"Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the junior high school, I quickly ate all the leftovers, then packed up the lunch box and threw it out: "I'll go weigh it, and look thin, not thin."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

After watching the first day of junior high school, Yan Hang tilted his head back and sighed.

Although intellectually he knew that it had nothing to do with Zhou Chunyang on the first day of the junior high school, he still felt unhappy when he saw Zhou Chunyang standing aside and chatting quietly on the first day of the junior high school.

I always feel that I want to bring Zhou Chunyang over to warn me.

What can be warned?

Don't fucking talk to the first day of the new year?

Don't you lead Chuya to other ways again?

Gee.

Do these things really have anything to do with Zhou Chunyang?

He actually couldn't figure out what he was thinking or worrying about. On the one hand, he felt that even if he liked him and liked men on the first day of the new year, it would not be a big deal, and he felt distressed when he looked at him like this.

"I lost ten, ten pounds!" Chu Yi jumped into the ward and looked at him in amazement, "Is my meat cut or cut off? How thin is it?"

"Cut a fart," Yan Hang sighed, "It's so awkward."

"Go weigh it, weigh one and see?" said the first day.

"Okay." Yan Hang got out of bed slowly.

One of them was walking slowly, the other was jumping on one leg, and the nurses laughed as they walked through the corridor.

Yan Hang took a look at the weight scale, and he was about 15 kilograms thinner than before he was hospitalized.

On the first day of the new year, he looked at the scale and frowned: "It's lighter than me."

"Hungry." Yan Hang smiled.

He curled his eyebrows and said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang flicked on his forehead, "After he was discharged from the hospital, he had two meals to make up for it."

"It's just life, angry." On the first day of the day, when Yan Hang got off the scale, he reached out and touched Yan Hang's waist lightly, then quickly retracted his hand.

Yan Hang took his hand and pressed it to his waist: "It's okay, the stitches will be removed soon."

"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he pulled out his hand and smiled.