A Lucky Coin

Time was almost up, and Yan Hang got up on the first day of the junior high school and walked to the coffee shop.

The sidewalks were covered with large pieces of bluestone. Chu Yi walked all the way, kicked the cracks in the stone and tripped at least three times.

Yan Hang turned his head and looked at him: "Just you, you don't need to attack when you punch someone. Will you be able to knock yourself down by waiting for you to trip yourself?"

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him, bowed his head and stamped his feet on the ground.

You can still feel the touch left by Yan Hang's fingers on his lips. It is not bad for him to walk along the way without even rolling.

"Go in," Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go around and pick you up later."

"No," he immediately looked at him on the first day of the new year, "you go back, take a taxi, don't pick up."

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's not safe," frowned on the first day of the new year, "you don't want to go out, here it is."

Yan Hang smiled: "I have a sixth sense..."

"No." The first day of the new year interrupted him.

"Hey!" Yan Hang sighed helplessly, "All right, you go back by yourself, do you know the way?"

"Better than you." said the first day.

"Go in," Yan Hang gave him a push. "The boss is called Liu Xiaoxiang. Just call her sister Xiaoxiang."

When he opened the door of the coffee shop on the first day of the new year, he looked back again, and Yan Hang waved at him against the lamp post opposite.

He smiled and entered the coffee shop.

There were no guests inside, only a girl was packing things behind the bar.

"Hello," walked over to the bar on the first day of the new year, slowing down, "I'm looking for it, Sister Xiaoxiang."

"What's the date of the first...?" The girl raised her eyes and glanced at him, "Is that the first one?"

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"Don't stutter," the girl stretched out her hand across the bar, "I am Liu Xiaoxiang."

On the first day of the new year, he quickly reached out and shook her.

"Do you know the specific job?" Liu Xiaoxiang beckoned, "Come on, change your clothes."

Liu Xiaoxiang is a royal sister's voice, a bit dumb, if you don't look at the real person, you might think she is a big sister.

After walking out from behind the bar, she found out that she was very petite on the first day of junior high, and she felt almost as tall as when she met Yan Hang.

When I looked at her on the first day of the junior high school, I suddenly realized that I was really longer, and I really wouldn't be laughed at for my height anymore.

Liu Xiaoxiang took him a set of clothes, which looked a bit like the uniforms used by Yan Hang when he was working in a coffee shop. I felt that the dressing of coffee shops across the country might be similar.

While he was changing clothes in the locker room, Liu Xiaoxiang confessed in a series of words outside: "The menu is on the bar. The list at night is different from that in the daytime. It is simpler. You can charge the money when you order it. The door closes at ten. There are no more people. It's okay to leave early. You can hold the key in the first drawer..."

"Yeah." On the first day of the new year, he changed his clothes quickly while responding. Liu Xiaoxiang spoke like a big sister, speaking very fast, giving him the illusion that she would come in and beat people if he didn't change clothes in the next second. .

"If you don't understand, you can call me and ask me," Liu Xiaoxiang's voice seemed to be no longer at the door. "The door lock is a bit hard to use. When using the lock, put some effort..."

"Oh." The first one raised his pants and opened the door.

I didn't see Liu Xiaoxiang, and when I looked at the store, there was no one.

gone?

Just confessed like this and left?

Standing next to the bar on the first day of the junior high school, looking at the empty cafe, I was a little overwhelmed.

After a few seconds, he walked to the back of the bar. There was a business card on the counter, which belonged to Liu Xiaoxiang. At first he saved her phone number in the phone, then opened the first drawer and took the key inside. Come out and put it in your pocket.

Then... I don't know what to do.

He doesn't even know how to use a cash register, and he doesn't know how the various drinks and coffees on the menu are made. At this moment, if a customer is coming, he probably can only bring someone a glass of boiled water.

How could there be such a boss?

The first day of the new year stood blankly behind the bar.

There was a very light ringing from the door, and someone was coming!

God!

Here is a guest!

Hello, it's closed.

Hello, now only boiled water is provided.

Hello……

"Hot milk." The shopkeeper who came in stood in front of the bar and said.

Chu Yi, who had been bowing his head pretending to be busy, raised his head suddenly.

"Yan Hang?" He couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "Why, why..."

"Your boss left in five minutes," Yan Hang said, "I guess you are getting confused."

"She, nothing, teach me!" yelled in a low voice on the first day of the new year, "just tell me what time to close, close the door, and then leave!"

"Nonsense," Yan Hang laughed, "People want to hire familiar hands, and don't need to teach them at all."

"Then neither do I, no!" I panicked suddenly in the first grade.

"I'm there," Yan Hang said, "What are you afraid of."

"Why haven't you, go back?" The first day of the first day of the new year was over.

"I'm going back, what do you do now?" Yan Hang said.

The first day of the new year did not say anything.

"Come on," Yan Hang walked around the bar and walked to him, "I will first tell you how to use the cash register, and then the coffee. It's all made by automatic coffee machines. It's very simple."

"Yeah." The whole person was at ease on the first day.

Yan Hang is the foreman of a five-star hotel restaurant!He understands everything behind this bar!He also understands things that are not there!

Ahahahahaha!

He didn't know what he was proud of. He knew Yan Hang, Yan Hang was awesome, and not him.

But he was still proud and at ease.

Although I don't like learning, I'm not stupid in the first year of junior high school. I still learn things very quickly. After Yan Hang has taught him basic things, he can almost understand it.

"I look at their coffee," Yan Hang took the menu. "Generally, these small cafes have only those kinds of coffee, and they are easy to make..."

The door rang, and on the first day of the new year, two girls came in.

"Go hello." Yan Hang gave him a push.

"Oh," the first day of the junior high school said, took the menu and walked over. Although there was Yan Hang, he was a little nervous when facing the guests alone. He walked to the table and put the menu on the table, "Good evening ."

The two girls took the menu and studied it for a while: "A cappuccino, an ice latte."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school responded, turned back to the bar, and whispered to Yan Hang, "Cappo, Jinuo and Bing, latte."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "You watch me do it."

"Okay." Lu Yi stared at him.

He had visited Yan Hang once when he was working in a coffee shop before. At that time, Yan Hang was only a waiter and he had never seen Yan Hang make drinks.

Now watching Yan Hang use the machine in the store proficiently, while quietly explaining to him how much milk and how much milk should be put in a cappuccino and a latte, and how much milk foam should be made.

Seeing Yan Hang holding a coffee cup in one hand and the milk froth in the other hand, he was stunned at the beginning of the first day of the month: "Also, I still need... garland? I'll resign, right."

"No, they have molds. You can sift them with cocoa powder," Yan Hang said, "I am a habitual action."

On the first day of the junior high school, he relaxed after hearing that he didn't need to pull the flower forcibly, and continued to stare at Yan Hang's hand, watching him make a leaf.

So handsome.

Call Brother Xiaotian!

The left hand is so handsome too!

"Now make latte," Yan Hang whispered, "Latte needs to be layered, but it's not particularly difficult."

On the first day of the new year, I once again had the urge to resign.

Yan Hang took a cup, put ice cubes in it, poured the milk and syrup into it, and stirred it well, then took a long-handled spoon and started pouring coffee into the cup along the handle.

"Slower and bigger angles can be layered," Yan Hang said, "just add a layer of milk foam at the end."

It was a little lost in the first day of the new year.

When the coffee made by Yan Hang was brought to the two girls, they looked very satisfied.

However, a girl shuffled the layered ice latte into a ball, and he immediately felt very distressed.

"Just so stir, stir it up!" The first day of the new year whispered while holding the bar.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang smiled, "Some people like to drink in layers, some people like to drink it evenly."

"Waste," said the first day of the new year, "that is still divided, what level."

"You control a lot," Yan Hang said, "come in and continue to teach you to do other things."

There were not too many guests tonight. After the two girls left, two couples came again, one for coffee and the other for juice.

Yan Hang didn't do it himself again, but whispered to him to do it next to him.

Clumsy.

Grandma always scolded him like this before. He was quite unconvinced on the first day of the new year, but he was too lazy to refute. Today he felt that what his grandma said might not be unreasonable.

He is clumsy. Although he has done it all, the taste should be okay depending on the reaction of the guests, but he is less than one hundred and eight thousand grandmothers from Yan Hang's beautiful movements.

At half past nine he leaned against the bar and let out a sigh of relief: "It's really troublesome."

"In fact, it's almost the same. I will be familiar with it in two or three days," Yan Hang said. "The small shop is not very demanding, and customers will not pick anything wrong. At most, this coffee is not good."

"Tonight, it must be good, drink." Chuyi smiled.

"Do you want me to go home tomorrow?" Yan Hang asked.

He didn't speak on the first day of the junior high school, and was a little embarrassed. If Yan Hang is not here tonight, he estimated that he would have to close the door at eight.

At ten o'clock the first day of the new year had already cleaned up the bar, and closed the door on time.

There are not many people on the street, and the bars and KTVs on both sides are still very lively.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked vigilantly around, and found no suspicious people, and then walked slowly towards the street with Yan Hang.

The wind was very cold at night. He looked at Yan Hang. Yan Hang was wearing a thick coat. He was very handsome, but the wind at this moment was probably unstoppable.

"Are you cold?" asked the first day.

"It's cold." Yan Hang shrank his neck exaggeratedly.

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, and quickly took off his quilted jacket.

Yan Hang was delighted when he saw it: "What are you doing?"

"This is warm, warm," said the first day.

"Aren't you cold?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's not cold." The first day of the new year answered very simply.

"Okay, then you are freezing," Yan Hang took his coat and put it on himself, "Don't cry if you catch a cold for a while."

"Impossible," said the first day.

The cold is very cold. Inside his coat is a long-sleeved T-shirt and a single-layer sportswear. At this moment, the wind blows, and everyone is blown through.

But he knew that he wouldn't have any problems. He had worn it like this since he was a child. In the big winter, it was just a down jacket that had been worn out for 800 years. He didn't catch a cold and got out of it.

But when he reached the end of the street, he still sneezed.

Can't hold back for a long time.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

"Stupid dog," Yan Hang took off his coat, draped him around, and hugged him, "This body is completely frozen, do you know what is meant by death support?"

"I'm not dead, hold on." said the first day.

"Put it on and take a taxi." Yan Hang said.

I was a little depressed on the first day of the junior high school, and it was easy to "mature" once, and was ridiculed by Yan Hang.

Yan Hang stopped a taxi. The car that got in on the first day of the new year did not get in. Yan Hang came up and squeezed down beside him.

In the first year of junior high school, I wanted to move in and give Yan Hang some space, but the feeling of being crowded together really made him very comfortable, so he pretended not to move.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

He looked ahead, calmly pretending that he didn't know anything.

"Dogzi." Yan Hang smiled and called him.

"Huh?" The first day of the day still looked ahead.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

So there was no sound on the first day of the new year, but he could hear Yan Hang smiling, and laughed for a long time.

In the end, he had to move in. When he moved two buttocks, Yan Hang smiled and grabbed his hand and pulled him to his side.

He quickly fell back, next to Yan Hang's arm.

When getting off the bus, the driver turned his head and stared at both of them. He suddenly recovered from the first day of the new year.

This kind of behavior of pulling around in the back seat and having to be next to others may not seem too normal.

He suddenly felt that his face was flushed, and when he got out of the car, a cold wind blew over, but he couldn't blow the temperature on his face.

When he returned to Yan Hang's house, he was baffled by the warmth coming on his face again, and he even burned his ears.

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

"What?" Chu Yi asked firmly.

"Blushing like this," Yan Hang touched his face, "Did the wind blow?"

"Well," the first day of the day nodded quickly, "Welcome, windward red."

Yan Hang laughed: "Go to sleep, I will get up early tomorrow to help Old Cui look through something."

"Oh," the first day of the day looked at him, "part-time?"

"It's free," Yan Hang said, "Cai Fan."

"I want to have ten, one hundred thousand," said the first day of the new year, "I don't, I'm a financial fan."

"Oh," Yan Hang took off his clothes while taking off his clothes. "Give you my card."

"No," Chu put his gaze on the coffee table, "I will earn it myself."

Yan Hang smiled and took off his clothes. When he finished washing, he took off his T-shirt and walked into the bedroom.

On the first day of the junior high school, he felt that his eyesight was getting better and better, and he could see Yan Hang's beautiful waist in the corners.

But after shaking for a few seconds, he woke up again and followed up in the bedroom: "What's the wound, how is it?"

"Do you want to see it?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang faced him sideways and took off a small piece of gauze on his waist: "It's scabs, and now stick a gauze to prevent friction."

"Oh." On the first day of the new year, he twisted his brows.

The wound is indeed crusted, but the shape of the incision can be clearly seen, which is a bit shocking.

"The opening of the operation is also healed," Yan Hang turned around and took off the gauze on his lower abdomen. "It still hurts a little bit if I don't touch it, I won't feel anything."

It was very distressing on the first day of the first year. Even if it is completely healed, these two scars will probably remain there.

"Help me re-apply two pieces of gauze," Yan Hang took the small medicine box and handed it to him, and lay on the bed, "Hey... it's so comfortable to lie down."

On the first day of the new year, I took a folded piece of gauze, covered it on the wound, and pulled a few pieces of tape to stick it on.

It was a bit ugly, and he reached out and pressed lightly on the gauze.

In the palm of his hand, I could feel Yan Hang's flat and firm lower abdomen, rising and falling with his breathing.

He quickly retracted his hand, bowed his head and packed the small medicine box: "I'll wash my face."

Yan Hang leaned on the bedside, turned on his phone, and looked at a bunch of comments on Weibo.

He didn’t read the comments in the past. He kept a few days and took a look. There were not many comments. Those people were the ones who went back and forth. But recently, his Weibo followers have risen sharply, and the comments have also increased, but the content is the same. , There are also many people seeking Weibo for the handsome boy in the first grade of junior high school.

He smiled, put the phone aside and yawned.

There must be Weibo on the first day of the junior high school, but he hasn't really asked it.

Just slid down and lay down on the pillow, the phone rang on the bed at the first time.

"Telephone!" Yan Hang yelled, "First day of junior high school!"

"Ah!" answered the first day.

He glanced at the phone, it was an unstored number, and the attribution indicated that it was a great capital.

He ran into the bedroom on the first day of the junior high school and picked up the phone. When he saw the number, he was stunned: "Who?

"After listening and listening, maybe you spent a lot of money abroad, and Thailand bought the elephant." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the new year, smiled and answered the phone: "Hello?"

There is no sound on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?" He fed again on the first day of the new year, "Who?"

There was still no one talking over there. He took the phone to his eyes and looked at it. Yan Hang suddenly turned over, knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hand, and tapped hands-free on the phone.

He looked at Yan Hang and was stunned.

"Ask again." Yan Hang whispered.

"Hello? Talk?" Chu said again, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He had already realized what Yan Hang meant.

On the other end of the phone, it might be my father.

With the silence on the phone, his hands began to tremble a little, and when he hung up there, his whole body shook a little.

He glared at Yan Hang while holding the phone with no sound.

The heartbeat was fast, and the eyes were a little fuzzy, and everything was shaking slightly with the heartbeat.

"It's...who?" he asked.

"I don't know," Yan Hang took his mobile phone, put it aside, raised his chin with his finger, and looked at him, "Dog?"

"Yes, is it my dad...?" Chuyi looked at him, "really?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said softly, "maybe it was a wrong number."

"Wrong call, why didn't you make a sound?" His voice was still a little trembling.

Yan Hang didn't say a word, put his arm around him, and hugged him tightly: "It's okay, whoever he is, you can do it right now, don't worry about others."

"Yeah." Chu Yi hugged his waist.

The arm was pressed against Yan Hang's smooth skin, warm and steady.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing hard, and slowly calmed down.

"The first day." Yan Hang released him and looked at his face.

"Yeah." Junior One also looked at him.

"Don't think about it," Yan Hang said. "Have you heard?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"I promised to do it." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.

"Go to sleep," Yan Hang patted his face, "There are some things that can only be waited for, just live in front of you."

"Yeah." The first one responded.

After turning off the lights and lying down, he rubbed Yan Hang very carefully on the first day of the new year.

"Tomorrow you work hard, help me put on the quilt," Yan Hang said, "it's time to change to a big quilt."

"Well," Chu turned to look at him, "Didn't you say that the wound is healed, right?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Then you pay it back, can't cover the quilt, can't you?" said on the first day of the new year, "then it's not good."

"Fool," Yan Hang said, "I just don't want to put on a quilt. The most annoying thing in the world is to put on a quilt."

"Then I'll discuss it too, I hate the quilt, ah." said the first day.

"Then there is no way, you grit your teeth and bear it." Yan Hang said.

"Bull me?" Chu Yi sighed.

"Otherwise," Yan Hang said, "Who can I support besides you."

"...Okay," the first day of the month sighed, "My ears are full of anger, and my anger is lying down."

"Go away," Yan Hang laughed, and stretched out his hand to pinch his ears, "Let me see if I'm lying down."

Yan Hang's fingertips were a bit cold, but when he pinched his ears, he felt a tingling heat.

He stared at Yan Hang.

Today the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were not fully closed, and the moonlight faintly came in through the slits of the curtains.

Yan Hang's face was half hidden in front of him.

Clear but soft outline.

The touch that Yan Hang had on his lips today seemed to reappear on his lips.

He lowered his head suddenly, completely unaware of what he wanted to do or what he was doing.

When he pressed Yan Hang's lips and his teeth knocked on Yan Hang's teeth, he froze and his whole body became stiff.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed vaguely, probably because of the pain.

There was a panic on the first day of the new year.

That's it!

crazy!

dying!

Just die now!

Come to death!

Dying!

On the first day of the year, he supported his arm, and wanted to leave before Yan Hang could draw him.

As soon as he raised his head, Yan Hang's arm hooked and pinched his neck, then lifted his knee to the side.

He was turned upside down, and at least twenty ways Yan Hang beat him flashed before his eyes.

When Yan Hang pinched his neck and pressed it over, he felt that he was probably the first dog to be strangled to death because of a sudden death of a relative after taking the wrong medicine.

When Yan Hang's lips touched his lips, he still hadn't recovered.

I just feel out of breath.