A Lucky Coin

Although I can only see Yan Hang's vague figure without turning on the lights, I can still see that Yan Hang has been out of bed for five seconds and has not put on slippers. Will be dizzy and prick the ground.

"Have your fever gone?" He asked again.

"Retired." After Yan Hang finished speaking, finally put on his slippers and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Why don't you know how to retreat, retreat?" asked the first day.

"Yeah, then you have to ask a fart." Yan Hang walked to the door after speaking, and then slammed on the door frame very simply.

"Hey!" Chu Yi got a shock, jumped up from the bed and slapped the switch on the bedside, "It's okay!"

"It's okay," Yan Hang slapped the switch on the door almost at the same time when the light was on. The light went off again. "What light is on, my eyes will flash blind."

"Oh." The first one responded.

It was indeed very flashy. At this moment, he couldn't even see Yan Hang's shadow, and there was a flickering light spot in front of him.

Yan Hang entered the toilet, and he was relieved after closing the door.

Fuck.

The IQ that had been lost by half of the anesthesia before was probably burned in half by fever.

The only remaining quarter of the IQ was shocked by the magical reaction that occurred after he had touched the waist of the first year of the junior high school.

He just turned over and took a few deep breaths and it was almost alleviated, but he sat up, and coupled with the inferior mattress that can cause resonance with a fart, he could actually sleep as heavy as a pig Woke up.

So he had to stand in front of the toilet.

Pee?

Although I can urinate even if I want to, after all I have been in bed for at least two hours, but there is no need to make a special trip to urinate.

Why not slap it?

I'm sorry, I'm already scared back.

Then stand awhile and reflect on your stupid and sincere behavior.

He doesn't quite understand himself.

He was not surprised when he reacted, but was a little surprised at his perseverance to react.

He looked at the toilet lid.

It doesn't feel much after a few glances, I have to touch it again.

Are you comfortable now?

In fact, he calmed down on the toilet and thought about it. He was nothing more than caring too much about the first one who had finally "owned", and he had to find a reason to tie his native dog.

If someday the local dog is seduced by another little male dog and a little bitch, he has no reason to snatch it back.

is it?

Yan Hang frowned.

Suddenly, he felt funny and laughed at the toilet for a long time.

The toilet door was knocked.

Yan Hang sighed, turned his head and looked at the door: "What are you doing?"

"You have urine, it's a long time?" said at the door on the first day.

"I haven't started peeing yet," Yan Hang said, "go back to sleep with you."

"Five minutes, the clock hasn't started yet, let's start?" The first day of the first day was stunned, "Are you, are you on fire?"

"...You are quite experienced?" Yan Hang was a little helpless.

"In the past, our house was small downstairs, as the advertisement said," said the first day of the new year, "the urethra is inflamed and inflamed..."

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"Then you are slow, slow urine," said the first day, "may be fever, fever."

"Get out!" Yan Hang shouted.

"Go away," said the first day of the month.

Yan Hang tugged his pants against the toilet after hearing the sound of Chu Yi's footsteps disappear.

After roaring this voice, he almost couldn't pee.

When he came out of the toilet, he went to the side of the coffee table to get some water, and just reached out to get a cup, a sentence came from the sofa: "Take the body, take your temperature."

The light was not turned on in the room and the curtains were still being drawn. Yan Hang didn't find anyone on the sofa at all. This frightened him to conditioned reflex and smashed the cup.

He realized that the moment the cup was shot, it was the voice of the first year of junior high school.

"Did it hit you?" Yan Hang asked quickly while turning on the light.

On the first day of the new year, he was sitting on the sofa, leaning his body to the side, with a cup on his side, and sprinkled a sofa with water.

"Have you hit it?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Ah." Chu Yi raised his arms to cover his eyes.

This sound was quite calm, and Yan Hang couldn't tell whether he responded or screamed politely.

"What a shit?" Yan Hang said.

"I didn't hit it," said the first day of the month, "hide, go, dodge 100."

"Fuck you," Yan Hang was speechless. He used to slap his arm twice. When he hid on the first day of the junior high school, he kicked his butt again against the first one. "Cramp, don't sleep. Is it scary to sit here?"

"Hey," Chu Yi quickly turned around and hugged his leg, "wound, wound."

"The wound is healed." Yan Hang said.

"Where is this, so fast?" Chu Yi raised his head and looked at his waist. He walked halfway up and quickly avoided him. He loosened his leg and stood up, "Carefully pull and strain."

Yan Hang glanced down.

Probably because of underwear.

On the first day of the junior high school, he usually wears a T-shirt and big pants for sleep. It should be a habit that he has no independent space at home. He is usually underpants, and the T-shirt is insecure.

He didn't feel much at first, but his reaction in the first year of junior high has made him a little embarrassed.

"Go into the house and sleep," he said.

"Yeah." Chu Yi turned and entered the house.

After Yan Hang lay down, he handed over the thermometer: "Sleep with the clip in it. It's a while. I'll help you when it's time."

"I didn't fall asleep that fast," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid you won't have enough time."

"No." He didn't lie down on the first day of the year, and sat on the bed with the quilt covering his legs.

Yan Hang did not speak, and sighed.

Probably it was a toss, or maybe the fever started to subside. Yan Hang closed his eyes and felt exhausted, and fell asleep without waiting for him to report his temperature on the first day of the first year.

When I woke up, I felt so dizzy. I stared at the ceiling for two full minutes before the dizziness stopped. I turned my head and looked at the side.

No longer in bed on the first day of the new year, there was a note on the pillow.

There is a line of words on the first day of the new year that is neat but ugly.

-Your fever is gone, I went to school, I will come after the afternoon training class

Yan Hang touched the phone to check the time. He slept until 11 o'clock this time. He closed his eyes and stretched his waist carefully, lying on the bed without moving, and closed his eyes again.

At the moment, my mind is a lot more awake than last night, but things at night become a little less clear like a dream.

but……

Yan Hang, you actually did such a shameless thing.

"Don't go out for wandering around these two days," Hu Biao held the lunch box. "My latest information is that foreign aid has been found by foreign aid. We may be squatted when we go out."

I didn't want to understand in the first grade: "No, it's none of your business."

None of the three foreign aids had a chance to complete the foreign aid work, and the appointment with 404 was also cancelled, and no one had another appointment. He could only be troubled by this matter.

"Are you stupid," Li Ziqiang said, "404 is just that there is no movement on the face. The person they called was not convinced at first. At this moment, it happened to engage in small actions behind the scenes. It doesn't matter whether you are a dog or All 403."

The first day of the new year frowned.

"Then stay in the dormitory, sleep and play games," Zhang Qiang said while eating. "There will be a training session in the afternoon, which is just right."

"Training...this is the most annoying," Wu Xu sighed, "I still don't know what to do with the chassis structure during the exam."

"Not so much, at most I will give you a picture to let you recognize what it is." Gao Xiaoyang said.

"Then I might not remember." Wu Xu said.

"It's okay," Zhou Chunyang was eating and playing with his mobile phone. "There is a new year, you can directly ask him to draw a chassis structure and he can draw it."

"Can't draw." said the first day.

"Can you cooperate a little bit?" Zhou Chunyang glanced at him, "I'm just boasting you."

"Draw whatever you want," said on the first day of the new year, "you can draw with your eyes closed."

Several people were having fun while eating, and the 404 people who were separated by two tables glanced here uncomfortably.

In the first year of junior high school, he felt that he was right to choose the auto repair major. Although he was very poor in other subjects and couldn't listen to various cultural courses, the professional courses were at least the strongest in their dormitory, and he did well in the electrician.

Sometimes I think about it, if I can really go to general high school, I may not be able to learn anything. It is estimated that the university will still not be able to pass the exam. After graduation, it is not as good as the Chinese proprietary technology.

There is a 4S shop two stops away from the school. There are students who graduated from their school. It is said that they are doing well.

On the first day of the new year, I felt a little excited when I thought that I might go there in the future.

After eating and returning to the dormitory, he sent a message to Yan Hang, asking him if he still burned, but Yan Hang did not return, probably because he did not wake up or fell asleep again.

The first day of the new year sighed.

"Are you going to find Yan Hang this afternoon?" Zhou Chunyang asked in a low voice.

"Well," Chu nodded, "At night..."

"I don't come back, I know." Zhou Chunyang smiled.

"Brother Dog," Hu Biao leaned over when he saw him taking the clothes from the cabinet and stuffing them into his bag, "Are you really going to Hang Ge? Not to the girl's house for the night?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi stared at him in a daze.

"...When I didn't say it," Hu Biao sighed, "Really, I've seen you who are so late in resuscitation."

Zhou Chunyang sat at the table and had fun.

Looked at him on the first day.

"It's good later." Zhou Chunyang said with a smile.

In the afternoon, he went directly to the first day of the training class with his clothes on his back. He didn't bother to go back to the dormitory to get it again... In fact, he was leaving in a hurry.

After all, Yan Hang had a high fever yesterday, and he doesn't know how it is today.

Hey, I just want to see Yan Hang soon.

Find so many reasons.

"What are you doing!" The teacher suddenly said while looking outside the training room half of the class.

Several little girls smiled while holding their mobile phones, looking here and walking away.

"Shoot you two." Hu Biao whispered.

Zhou Chunyang smiled and said nothing, and did not say anything in the first year of the new year.

"Brother Dog," Hu Biao whispered again, "You have a play with Yan'er but nothing?"

"Yan'er?" The first day of the month was stunned.

"Jiang Yanni." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Oh, why not, not called Nier?" said the first day.

"Nier is so earthy," Hu Biao said, "Hey, just ask if you have a show or not?"

"No show." said the first day.

"Then tell her about me," Hu Biao said, "praise me in front of her."

"Huh?" The first one was taken aback.

Zhou Chunyang lowered his head and couldn't stop laughing.

"What a laugh?" Hu Biao poked him.

"Have you ever spoken to a girl on the first day of the junior high school?" Zhou Chunyang turned his head, "Why don't you help me on duty twice, I'll go to help you."

"Oh yes," Hu Biao clapped his hands, "I find you suitable, you help..."

"You!" The teacher pointed at Hu Biao suddenly, "Looking at you talking around for a long time, just stand at the door if you don't want to learn!"

"I want to learn," Hu Biao said quickly, "I want to learn very much, I'm just asking if I don't understand."

"Don't be slick with me!" The teacher glared, "Let me see you again so you don't have to go to class. I don't want to open one eye and close one eye like other teachers!"

Hu Biao said nothing.

"You come and tell me now," the teacher pointed to a pile of automobile chassis parts in the middle of the training room, "what is this!"

"I haven't learned this yet." Hu Biao was stunned.

"Cross axis." The first day of the junior high school whispered.

"Cross axis!" he said quickly.

"It's best that you follow the first year of the exam," the teacher said, "see if he can help you take the exam!"

He was still very afraid of the teacher in the first year of the junior high school. After the teacher scolded these two sentences, he didn't dare to speak out for the entire training class.

In the past, he was less likely to be scolded by teachers. Most teachers did not notice his existence, but even if the teacher scolded others, he would be nervous.

He breathed a sigh of relief until he walked to the playground after class.

"Help me say something nice to Yan'er," Hu Biao was next to Zhou Chunyang, "just now, hurry up."

"It's so urgent." Zhou Chunyang took out his cell phone.

On the first day of the junior high school, I really wanted to see how Zhou Chunyang would help Hu Biao say something to Jiang Yanni, but he was anxious to go to Yan Hang's house and had to give up.

He really admired the skill of being able to chat with unfamiliar people casually.

Zhou Chunyang won't talk about it, his personality itself is quite cheerful, and Yan Hang seems to be such a cold person. He usually talks easily with anyone, even if he may not be willing.

Yan Hang can also talk to him if he doesn’t dare to talk to others because of his own babble.

In contrast, I'm really...cool.

You are so cool, brother.

But he didn't want to be so cool. He wanted to stay awkward when chatting with Yan Hang.

I didn't wait for the bus when I left the school gate, so I took a taxi.

He has been very prodigal recently. In order to save time, he almost didn't hesitate to take a taxi.

At the door of Yan Hang's house, before he knocked on the door, Yan Hang opened the door.

"How do you know that I am here?" The first day of the junior high school was surprised.

"I saw you from the window." Yan Hang lifted his chin at the window of the living room.

I saw a large glass bowl on the bay window, and a small bag of flour next to it.

He glanced at Yan Hang, "What are you doing?"

"Bake bread," Yan Hang said, "bake some more biscuits."

"Your hand, okay?" Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang's right hand, still with gauze on it.

"It's the same with your left hand," Yan Hang walked over, "I'm almost suffocating. Do something to relieve the boredom."

"I'll help you." Chu put down the bag and took off his coat to wash his hands.

After two steps, he stopped again. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He didn't know if Yan Hang would see if his clothes would get hot or whether he needed to take off his sports jacket.

He glanced at Yan Hang: "Do you think I'm hot, is it hot?"

"Ask me if you are hot?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I mean..." He sighed in the middle of the first day, took off his sports jacket, "Forget it."

After washing his hands, Yan Hang was weighing the flour with a small electronic scale.

On the first day of the junior high school, I watched next to him: "Shall I make peace?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "You can't handle it well."

"Do you use your left and left hands to make peace?" asked the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"You said that the left hand has hidden skills," Chu Yi watched him pour the weighed flour into a glass bowl, "It's mixing noodles, right?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"What's that?" The first day of junior high school was a little curious.

"Fuck." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, I was stunned and didn't understand what he said: "Huh?"

"Hit a plane." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he understood, but he became more stunned. He suddenly heard Yan Hang say something like this, and he couldn't react at all.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I haven't...never played." said the first day.

Yan Hang turned his head and coughed, not knowing if he was choked or something.

He felt very embarrassed on the first day of the new year. He bit his lip to ease the embarrassment... He tried to find in his mind "What would they say if it was Hu Biao or Zhou Chunyang", and two seconds later he opened his mouth: "No right hand , Can't you fight?"

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him.

I didn't know what to say at all in the first year of junior high school, and I wanted to climb the bay window and jump out.

"Get used to the right hand," Yan Hang said, "When you use the left hand, you will feel that it is someone else."

"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.

"Go and get the milk and eggs." Yan Hang said.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and rushed into the kitchen like flying.

Yan Hang stared at the basin of flour in front of him, feeling that he should take the thermometer over to see if it burned to 40 degrees and burned his brain.

Yan Hang, are you crazy?

"You are insane, totally deranged," he sang to the flour in a low voice, "out of your mind like a psychopath..."

In fact, he was in a good mood. From the time he felt someone following him before the injury, his emotions were quite depressed. After the injury was hospitalized, it can be said that he almost fell to the bottom.

Until today, he was considered to be relieved.

He was coming over on the afternoon of the first day of the new year. He also felt very happy. He thought about something he hadn’t eaten for a long time, and bake some bread and snacks...

But maybe it was because he was very happy. It was only when he was stunned on the first day of the first day that he realized that the topic was going to be put before it, and it was nothing to make the first time amused.

But in this situation, there is nothing wrong with it.

He could feel the helplessness and embarrassment of the first day of junior high school when he walked over with milk and eggs.

"Pour the milk, I told you to stop and stop." Yan Hang broke the eggs into the flour and added sugar.

"Yeah." Holding the milk carton on the first day of the day, he slowly poured it down.

Yan Hang looked at him.

In the first year of the first year of the new year, you can see the eyelashes and the tip of the nose, but you can see the eyelashes and the tip of the nose...This is still a puppy.

Why don't you teach people something good?

Yan Hang sighed.

The first day of the new year stopped: "Huh?"

"Continue." Yan Hang said.

"What do you do, what kind of bread?" asked the first day.

Hearing that this was the topic he finally found after holding back for a long time, Yan Hang gently squeezed the back of his neck with his right hand: "Dog bread."

"What a shit," Chuyi smiled, "How can a native dog have this, so foreign, we all eat steamed buns."

"I'll let you see what is called "Dog Bread" in a moment." Yan Hang said.

After adding enough milk, Yan Hang kneaded the dough, took a pile of butter and put it in, then knead the butter into the dough little by little.

"Let me come," staring at the dough on the first day of the new year, "is this skillful and technical?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

"I think, play for a while," a little embarrassed, "I like to play noodles, dough."

Yan Hang laughed and pushed the bowl in front of him: "Then you play and rub it until you can tear the noodles into a thin film."

"Yeah." The first day of the new year immediately lowered his head and started rubbing.

From the bay window, Yan Hang leaned against the wall and watched him knead dough.

In fact, the quality of Chuyi's heart is quite strong, and it was just so embarrassing. After a while, his attention shifted to the dough. At this time, I knead the dough with great interest.

"Just after kneading, can you bake it?" asked the first day.

"You need to ferment, just throw it in the machine for a while," Yan Hang said, "and then make the stuffing."

"What stuffing?" asked immediately on the first day.

"Milk dog stuffing." Yan Hang said.

"Oh," Chu nodded, "cute."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled and looked at him for a while, "Puppy."

"Ah." Xiaoyi responded.

"Actually," Yan Hang said, "you can do the same as before."

The movements of the first year of junior high were paused, and he looked up at him.

"Between us," Yan Hang said, "whether you like this thing or not, it can be the same as before. It doesn't matter what you want to say or what you want to do."

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

"You don't need to care about what you can say, what can't you say, will what you say will make me think," Yan Hang raised his hand and flicked on the tip of his nose, "understand?"

"Yeah." The first day of the new year bowed his head and continued to knead the dough.

"Me too," Yan Hang said, "I'll just say what I want to say. I'm always trying to figure out whether you will be embarrassed or not. I also struggled."

"I'm not embarrassed," said the first day.

"Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

Lu raised his head and stared at him for a while, suddenly opened his arms, leaned over and hugged him.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.

"Knead your back." Chu Yi hugged him tightly and said quietly.

Yan Hang rubbed his back vigorously.