A Lucky Coin

The somewhat surprised expression on the first day of the first year made Yan Hang suddenly a little embarrassed, as if teaching a child to do bad things was questioned by innocent children.

"...Let me see." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"Oh." Chu handed him a mobile phone.

Yan Hangdian opened WeChat and checked it. The friends who were waiting for approval had 4 applications and 17 unread messages.

He took a first look.

On the first day of junior high school, he continued to lower his head to eat without feeling.

Faced with this native dog who was not at all wary of him, Yan Hang felt that he was very sorry for what he had done to these 17+4 unprocessed messages.

Finally, he just clicked on the message and looked at it.

All are girls.

Counting the ones that have been read, the news is very explosive.

Yan Hang roughly counted the number of newly added young girls, at least 15.

That's great, brother.

"Is Hu Biao your agent? Or do you sell your account for money?" Yan Hang sighed. If it hadn't been for the first day of the new year to keep the chat box with Xingtian on the top, he hadn't contacted this week, he might be squeezed to the list. The last position.

"Chunyang, he also sprinkled it, and sprinkled it out." said the first day of the new year.

"What are Zhou Chunyang's fears about going out," Yan Hang said, "he likes men."

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him and said nothing.

Yan Hang felt that the fever had not gone back, or it had been too long since I saw the first day of the new year, and he had forgotten how to speak.

"This girl is pretty." He pointed the screen at the first day of the junior high school, which was a selfie of a girl's circle of friends.

"Said it's a school flower," he looked at it on the first day of the new year, "do you think it's good?"

"Well, it's okay," Yan Hang looked at the photo again, "He looks very foreign and has big eyes."

"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.

Yan Hang looked at him: "You don't think it looks good?"

"I can't tell whether it is good-looking or not good-looking," said a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school. "Didn't you say that I am a native."

"This is not the same thing as the soil, okay," Yan Hang was a little helpless. "No matter how soil is, there will be people who look good. You are mentally retarded."

On the first day of the new year, he laughed, holding a piece of ribs and laughing for a long time before putting it in his mouth: "Then she is not there yet, there is no shell, the shell is beautiful."

Yan Hang paused for a second before remembering who the shell was.

So I flipped down again, found the Shell’s dialogue, clicked in and took a look. After he answered the Shell on the first day of the first day of the year, the two of them had a conversation about four more times, and they were basically passionate about Shells. "Hi handsome guy" started and ended with a cold "um" on the first day of the junior high school.

Yan Hang was sad for Shell.

"Eating." After immersing himself in a chase on the first day of the new year, he raised his head and looked at him.

"Yeah." Yan Hang put the phone back to his hand.

"Has it been blacked out?" asked the first day.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "It's not polite to add someone else to black out."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

When Yan Hang picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat, the phone rang again on the first day of the junior high school.

"You didn't, no, didn't help me..." On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly picked up the phone, "Jing, sound?"

Yan Hang didn't speak, and took the phone out of his hand and turned it off.

"Let's eat." He smiled at the beginning.

After eating, Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa and felt very happy that he had emptied the dishes without leftovers for the first time in so many days.

On the first day of the new year, I took the thermometer and handed it to him: "Measure again?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang took it and stuffed it into his clothes.

When I went to wash the dishes on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang turned on the TV.

He estimated that he hadn't turned on the TV for about four or five days, and he didn't think it was interesting. There was a TV in the room that made him uneasy and irritable, but sometimes he felt too quiet to be suffocated.

Now when the TV sounded in the room, he just felt the smell of fireworks.

He looked at the first day washing dishes in the kitchen, and couldn't tell what it was like.

When he said that Zhou Chunyang liked men, the first time he saw him, thinking about it now, it should be more than just a superficial reaction to the topic of "liking men".

In the first year of junior high school, I probably knew clearly that I liked men.

Yan Hang lay on the sofa and turned his head to look at the first day of the junior high school.

He hopes that he can understand it in the first year of junior high school, but he doesn't seem to want to understand it. He always feels that he is sure that he likes men without experiencing any feelings, which makes him a little worried.

But for girls...

At the beginning, this attitude towards girls is really not like being able to be a little bit with girls, let alone falling in love, even ordinary friends don’t seem to be able to get along... even if he likes girls, he might not be able to get along. .

Yan Hang turned over and stared at the back of the sofa.

In fact, compared to the first day of junior high school, whether he should have a girlfriend and try to determine or is already determined, it should be him who is more worthy of his troubles.

Compared with the first year of junior high school, he is not much stronger.

I haven't made any friends, let alone a girlfriend, it's nothing more than a confession from a man or a woman.

I think a girl is pretty, and I look at a man and look handsome.

But to say tempted, I haven't had it either.

If you change someone, just like your observation and judgment on WeChat on the first day of the junior high school, you would have said that it would be impossible for this person to have nothing.

It just happened to put this matter on myself.

He couldn't tell if it was possessive or something really happened.

The native dog is his native dog.

He is alone.

This is the idea that has been rooted in his heart for so long, and sometimes he even rejects his parents and grandpa on the first grade.

Tugou’s friend is only him, Tugou’s elder brother is only him, Tugou’s dependence is only him, and Tugou’s eyes are still only him.

Once there are more people here, he will be uncomfortable regardless of men and women.

Childish as if a child was taken away from his beloved toy.

This is possessive.

Now that I think about it carefully, I'm quite overbearing.

But turning to the analysis, if it is "something", the external performance is almost like this, it is difficult to distinguish.

I was still a puppy on the first day of the junior high school, a middle-aged dog at the top of the day, and his 17th birthday has not yet passed.

No matter what kind of thinking he was out of, any hint he gave to the first day of junior high school will be a guide.

He even worried about what Zhou Chunyang would have said to the first day of junior high school, and whether it would have any impact on the first day of junior high school, let alone this person is himself.

"Let me see." After washing the dishes, tidying up the kitchen and returning to the living room on the first day of the new year.

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

"Temperature, meter." said the first day of the new year.

"Oh," Yan Hang touched the inside of his clothes, but didn't touch it, then changed and looked for it, but still couldn't find it. "It's gone."

"Are you doing a set of broadcasting and broadcasting exercises?" On the first day of the junior high school, I was a little confused. "If you clip an individual, can you lose the thermometer?"

"I don't know, I took a set of Tai Chi." Yan Hang sat up straight, patted his body, shook his clothes again, and the thermometer fell out of his clothes.

On the first day of the new year, I picked it up and looked at it: "Thirty, five degrees."

"It's going to be dead for a while." Yan Hang laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense," frowned on the first day of the new year, and handed him the thermometer, "weight."

"Hey." Yan Hang stuffed the thermometer into his clothes and lay on the sofa.

Standing next to the sofa on the first day of the junior high school did not move.

Yan Hang glanced at him and put his legs away: "Sit down."

I sat on the sofa on the first day of the new year.

He closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

If before, the first day of junior high school would not hesitate at all, now it would be so hard to sit next to him.

"My phone is broken, broken?" After taking the phone and pressing it a few times, he turned his head in horror and looked at him.

"...I just turned it off for you, haven't you seen it?" Yan Hang said.

"Oh, I forgot." Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are you at school these days?" Yan Hang touched him with his foot.

"That's it," he looked at his mobile phone on the first day of the new year, "in class, after class, eating, shopping."

"Wandering?" Yan Hang put his arm on his head.

"Come next to the school, stroll back and forth." Chuyi smiled.

"Oh." Yan Hang replied.

On the first day of the new year, staring at the phone for a while, turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Where are you?"

"Guess?" Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, he bit his lip, turned his head and stared at the phone for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," Yan Hang said.

"I'm just...just..." On the first day of the new year, he curled his brows.

"You can't turn it on," Yan Hang interrupted, "I'm almost guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder."

On the first day of the new year, he stunned and smiled, lowered his head and turned on the phone.

This time there are no more Dididi. I poked on the screen on the first day of the new year.

"Brother Dog," Yan Hang looked at his profile, "Are you a man in your school now?"

He glanced at him on the first day of the new year, did not speak, and continued poking on the screen, seemingly responding to messages.

Yan Hang smiled and didn't speak again, so he kept looking at him.

It’s not unusual to recruit girls in the first day of the first year. It used to be inconspicuous. It was because he was always cautious, wearing an old and ragged school uniform, holding his cut head, walking along the roots of the wall, and making every effort Hide yourself.

Once he gets rid of this state, he is the one that many girls would like.

Good-looking, good figure, able to fight, and talk less.

Yan Hang's gaze was drawn from his side face a little bit downward.

The neck, shoulders, arms... are all covered by the fucking clothes, so I can't see anything.

Only the arms can be seen because the sleeves are rolled up while washing the dishes.

It doesn’t look strong on the first day of the first year, but the muscle lines are still very windy. When the fingers move on the screen, they will occasionally gently bring up the long and tight muscles on the forearm...

Yan Hang suddenly felt that if he wanted to judge whether he had anything to do with the first year of junior high school, he could only judge from his physiological reaction.

He didn't think much about the first year of junior high school, and naturally he never had any physiological reactions.

Would there be any reaction if I had a ghost in my heart now?

"Hey, Brother Gou," Yan Hang tapped his foot on the back of the first day of junior high school, "the coat is taken off."

"Huh?" Lu Yi turned his head.

"The coat is taken off." Yan Hang said.

"Yes, I have taken it off." Chu Yi looked at him in shock.

"Oh." Yan Hang glanced at the coat rack.

On the first day of the junior high school, I put a thick coat on the outside of the sportswear. He took off the coat when he walked in.

"What are you wearing in this one?" Yan Hang asked.

"Short-sleeved." The first one looked at his clothes with a blank expression.

"Are you cold?" Yan Hang asked again.

"It's not cold." The first one replied.

"Take it off," Yan Hang said.

The first half of the day opened his mouth, looking at him very confused: "Why, what?"

"I look hot." Yan Hang said.

"...Oh." Chu Yi was stunned, put down the phone, and took off the sportswear.

In it was a black short-sleeved T-shirt.

Yan Hang hooked up the T-shirt with his feet, and saw that the waist of the first year of junior high school was very strong and free of fat...

"What are you doing?" He finally slapped his foot on the first day of the junior high school.

"Is this clothes mine?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes," Chu Yi tugged at his clothes, "there are still white and colored ones."

"Very good." Yan Hang nodded.

Looking at him on the first day of the new year, after five seconds, he opened his mouth: "Give me the thermometer."

Yan Hang took out the thermometer and handed it to him.

On the first day of the new year, he took a look and turned his head abruptly: "Thirty-eight degrees and seven?"

"Go up again? You are so scared that you don't stammer... Let me see." Yan Hang sat up, took the thermometer from his hand and looked at it, "It's really 38 degrees and 7 degrees."

"Go to the hospital." He stood up on the first day.

"I will retire in a while," Yan Hang lay back on the sofa, "I'm not so squeamish."

"This is high, high fever, right?" On the first day of the new year, I was a little anxious, and the flame that had been ordered by Yan Hang to take off his clothes and put his clothes on fire was immediately scared away by the 38°C.

"Did you go to the hospital when you had a fever?" Yan Hang asked.

"...No," answered the first day of the junior high school honestly, he had never been to the hospital for any illness, "but I didn't, no..."

"I'm not going," Yan Hang waved his hand, "I know it myself."

Looked at him on the first day.

I was very anxious, but this was Yan Hang. If he changed someone in the dormitory, he might go up and drag him to the hospital, but Yan Hang didn't dare, he was afraid that Yan Hang would beat him.

"Boil me some hot water," Yan Hang said, "sweat."

"Oh!" hurried into the kitchen on the first day.

Yan Hang usually has no habit of drinking hot water. If he wants to drink some hot water, he has to boil it. He took a kettle and filled it with a pot of water. After plugging in the electricity, he thought about it and dumped half of it, so that he could quickly Boil a cup for Yan Hang to drink first, and then slowly boil another pot.

Ah, the little dog is so smart.

The water quickly burned up, and he poured out exactly one cup. When he gave it to Yan Hang, Yan Hang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, his face looked normal, just a little sleepy.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" He put the water in front of Yan Hang.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Don't be so nervous, I am not sick for the first time."

"I haven't seen it before," said the first day.

"I've seen it now," Yan Hang said, "You calm down, I'm nervous after you're startled, I'm sorry if you don't faint."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled a little embarrassedly. The doctor said that Yan Hang is in good physical condition, and there shouldn't be any major problems with a fever. He had a fever before, and he disappeared after covering it overnight.

"How are your feet?" Yan Hang asked.

"Okay." Chuyi raised his leg.

"It's not so fast," Yan Hang slowly drank the hot water, "It may feel better, but it is especially easy to sprain again. Be careful when you walk."

"Well," he squatted down on his leg on the first day of the junior high school and looked up at him. He felt very uncomfortable when he thought of throwing a wounded person like Yan Hang here for a week. "Yan Hang."

"Know what you are going to say," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Hold it."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Dogzi." Yan Hang scratched his hair and put his hand on his head.

"Ah," the first day of the junior high school replied and waited for him to continue, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Hang didn't say anymore. He seemed to be distracted. He shook his head, "Huh?"

"You are really a good dog." Yan Hang said.

"...You really know how to praise." said the first day.

Yan Hang laughed, leaned on the sofa and sighed.

The second pot of water boiled, and I went to the kitchen on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang felt a bit astringent in his eyes. After so many days, he finally felt sleepy.

"I'm going to bed first, I'm a little sleepy," Yan Hang went into the bathroom to wash, "If you're not sleepy, play by yourself for a while."

"Well," he was pouring boiling water into the thermos on the first day of the new year, "get the ice and the towel to cool down, let's cool down."

"Okay," Yan Hang replied. When he came out, he was still standing in the kitchen on the first day of the morning. He seemed to be waiting for him. He looked worried. He patted his first day's face, "Don't sleep on the sofa at night. Up."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

It is said to be sleepy, but it is not particularly easy to fall asleep.

Yan Hang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

However, the two feelings are still very different if you lie down and wait until dawn if you are not sleepy, and wait for the day to fall asleep slowly.

After lying down for a while, he heard coming in on the first day of the new year, and then a slightly iced towel hit his forehead.

"It will be noisy, it will make you sleep, do you sleep?" asked in a soft voice on the first day.

"No." Yan Hang didn't open his eyes. The voice of the first day of junior high school was actually quite magnetic when he heard it under this situation.

"I'm by the side," said the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

The mattress sank down and sat next to him on the first day of the day.

The invisibility exercise was very good in the first year of junior high. After sitting down, there was basically no movement. It was not until the towel on the forehead became cooler that Yan Hang felt that the first one moved, and the towel was gently taken away.

Then the mattress was lifted slightly, and he stood up on the first day of the new year, walking out of the bedroom with light steps.

In fact, for a person who can’t sleep well, such a light and inaudible but not completely silent movement is the most terrifying. You can’t help but concentrate and want to hear clearly, and then fall asleep. It's gone.

But Yan Hang didn't have this kind of irritation today, but he enjoyed it a little bit.

He hadn't been out during this time, except for Cui Yi and the housekeeping aunt, he had never seen anyone else, and the room was so quiet that he was suffocated most of the time.

Perhaps because he was injured and feverish, he became very sensitive. The feeling of loneliness and loneliness seemed to spread in the bones, and he could no longer find the balance of the long time alone.

He was here on the first day of the junior high school, making all kinds of small noises that made him feel at ease.

But although his poor sleepiness hasn't completely disappeared, it can't grow anymore.

He changed his towels four times on the first day of the new year, and he always slumbered with his eyes closed.

When removing the towel for the fifth time, he touched his forehead on the first day of the new year, and did not put the towel for the sixth time.

Yan Hang could hear that he was going to wash, then turned off the light in the living room and went into the bedroom.

Probably because he was afraid of quarreling him, he entered the bedroom without turning on the light on the first day of the year. After walking two steps to the bed, he kicked him on the foot of the bed.

"Fuck you uncle." In the first day of the junior high school, he almost cursed with an angry voice.

Yan Hang held back his laugh.

Will the little dog swear in his back?

I went to bed very lightly on the first day of the new year, and stopped moving again.

There was only one quilt. When it was hot, they both slept in one bed without covering it. Now it was very cold and they couldn't sleep without covering it.

Yan Hang originally wanted to speak and let him cover it together, but he was afraid that he would be embarrassed for a while, so he could only continue to pretend to sleep.

It was certain that there would be thirty seconds at first, and finally reached out and lifted the quilt.

Yan Hang pretended to roll over to him, and even half the quilt over there.

On the first day of the new year, he quickly got into the quilt while he turned over, rubbed his side, and covered the quilt.

The room went quiet, only to hear the small alarm clock on the bedside chucking away quietly.

There is also the sound of breathing in the first grade.

Yan Hang listened to his breathing on the first day of junior high, from fast to slow.

The speed at which the dog fell asleep really made him envious. It took only ten minutes at most, and he heard a very light snoring on the first day of the new year. Within a few minutes of snoring, it completely turned into a light and relaxed breathing.

This is asleep.

Gee.

Yan Hang almost wanted to wake him up and let him go to sleep again. There is still an insomniac here, why are you embarrassed to sleep so fast?

He opened his eyes and took a look.

He slept sideways and turned his back on the first day of junior high school, and now he can only see the neck and shoulders of the first day of junior high school.

...No feeling.

I don't know if it was because he was ill and couldn't make room in his mind to think about those things, or because he really didn't feel much about the first year of junior high school.

Of course, there may be insufficient stimulation.

Yan Hang suddenly wanted to laugh, but he didn't realize that he was actually so naive.

He stretched his hand to the side of the first day of the junior high school and put it on the waist of the first day of the junior high school.

Through the clothes, I can feel the first year's body in the palm of his hand that rises and falls gently with his breath, which is quite rhythmic.

"Dog." He yelled very softly.

There was no movement on the first day of the new year, and there was no change in breathing.

So he opened his clothes with his fingers, reached in and touched the first waist again.

The atmosphere is very strange right now, and Yan Hang does not understand that he has always been calm, steady and mature.

But what made him even more surprised was that in this strange and irritating neuropathy behavior, he... suddenly felt that the waist of the first year of the junior high school was very touching, and the skin was tight and smooth...

The mattress shook twice, and when he suddenly opened his eyes on the first day of the day, Yan Hang had already lifted the quilt and sat up.

"What's the matter!" He also sat up nervously, without turning on the light in the room, he could only see the outline of Yan Hang.

When reaching out to turn on the light, Yan Hang grabbed his wrist: "Sleep you."

"Uncomfortable?" asked Yan Hang's hands on the first day of the month, but they were not particularly hot. The fever should have subsided.

"I pee." Yan Hang got out of bed.

"Oh." Chuyi sighed in relief and lay back.