A Lucky Coin

My mother suddenly asked to divorce her father. On the first day of the new year, she thought she would be very surprised, but to his surprise, he was not particularly surprised.

In his memory, Mom and Dad seldom talk. When Mom gets angry, Dad is silent or avoids. When Mom doesn't get angry, they have nothing to say.

They basically did not leave the impression of "parents" on the first day of the junior high school. Since the first day of childhood, they felt that the parents in the textbooks were fake, because they were different from his parents. When he grew up, he realized that it was actually his. Mom and Dad are different from most parents.

As a "husband and wife", they didn't leave any impression on the first day of junior high school.

For the first year of junior high school, they are just like grandma, just a title.

Now my mother suddenly said that she was going to divorce, and the first day of the first day was as calm as hearing any couple who had nothing to do with him was divorcing.

He didn't even ask why.

Naturally, my mother would not explain. After the call, she was just like before, no news, no phone calls, and no text messages.

My life in the first year of junior high has not changed because of my mother's phone number. I go to get out of class and go to Yan Hang every weekend.

"There are holidays on New Year's Day," Yan Hang said, "If you want to go back and see what's going on, you can go back on New Year's Day."

There is only half a month before New Year's Day. On the first day of the new year, I took out my phone to look at the calendar, was silent for a while, and shook his head: "No longer."

"Home" has become more and more unfamiliar. Even his crib, his desk, and the gadgets in his drawer have disappeared. When he goes back, he doesn't even have a place to sleep. Why do you go back?

Just go back and see your grandparents during the Chinese New Year.

The wind on the seashore was very strong. He and Yan Hang were standing side by side on the trestle bridge, looking at the sea with waves.

I still feel a little lonely.

It's not the loneliness of a person, as long as Yan Hang is there, he won't have such loneliness.

From then on, he was just the kind of loneliness in the first year of junior high.

Yan Hang should be able to understand this kind of loneliness, not just this kind of loneliness, Yan Hang grew up all the way, should be able to understand a lot of loneliness, he should have tasted every kind of loneliness.

"I want to drink, rice cereal." Chu Yi pulled his clothes and looked at Yan Hang.

"Let's drink it," Yan Hang smiled. Half of his face was buried in the plaid scarf. When he laughed, his eyes were particularly obvious, with two warm bends, "I want to drink corn juice."

This small shop is by the sea, and the small wooden corridor outside the shop stands on the sea. You can see many sailing boats. Every time he and Yan Hang come here to play, they like to sit here for a while.

After entering the store, they still walked to the wooden corridor according to their old habits.

Before leaving the door, Yan Hang gave him a hand and looked outside the glass wall: "Zhou Chunyang?"

"Huh?" The first day was stunned.

When looking in the direction indicated by Yan Hang, he found that he and Yan Hang were sitting in the position where they liked the most.

One turned his back to them, the other was profiled, but it was obvious that it was Zhou Chunyang.

"It's really spring, Chunyang," Chu Yi said as he walked out, "Why is he here, here..."

"Hey," Yan Hang gave him a hand, "Don't go over, how do you know if he wants you to see it?"

"Why, why not, are you willing?" The first one did not understand.

"People are dating." Yan Hang said.

"Dating?" The first day of the day was stunned.

"Will you and Daqiang come here to sit and drink and watch the sea?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"No," the first day of the day gave him a look, "I am not related to Daqiang, Daqiang, it is not particularly related, okay."

"Then who do you have a good relationship with?" Yan Hang asked.

"Chunyang." said the first day.

"Then you two are good enough to go here to drink and watch the sea?" Yan Hang stared at him.

On the first day of the new year, I looked at him for several seconds and then suddenly laughed: "No."

"Are you smiling again?" Yan Hang pointed at him and poked his nose again. "I told you that your relationship with Zhou Chunyang is very dangerous, do you know?"

"Then we are on a date, right?" Chu Yi ignored his words and picked a key point.

"Nonsense," Yan Hang said, "Otherwise, what are we doing? Come out to discuss business."

"Then I won't, I'm not afraid of being seen by others," said the first day of the new year, "and they sat in our special and special seats."

"All right," Yan Hang laughed, "Then you can secretly take a picture and send it to him, let them get out of it, and start the fight if you don't let it go."

They walked to the wooden porch, Zhou Chunyang did not see them there.

On the first day of the new year, he took out his mobile phone, took a picture of Zhou Chunyang and the boy, and then posted it on WeChat.

After a few seconds, Zhou Chunyang’s mobile phone on the table rang. He picked it up and took a look. Then, seeing his mouth shape, he should have said: "Fuck."

Then immediately looked over here.

The first day of the new year smiled at him.

"Fuck me!" Zhou Chunyang stood up, patted the boy next to him on the shoulder, and ran towards them, "Isn't it, such a coincidence?"

"Well, let's bask in the sun." Yan Hang nodded.

"My friend," Zhou Chunyang looked at the boy who was following him, "junior high school classmate."

"Come and sit down together?" the boy said.

"No need," Yan Hang smiled, "You two are talking about you, let's sit over there for a while."

"That's OK." Zhou Chunyang glanced at the beginning and smiled.

After sitting down with Yan Hang at the corner of the wooden corridor, he felt that Zhou Chunyang's smile seemed to have something else.

What does that mean.

Probably... a date?

Zhou Chunyang called a date like that, so Yan Hang and himself would naturally be dating like this.

On the first day of the new year, he looked at Yan Hang. Yan Hang was talking to the waiter.

Yan Hang in winter and Yan Hang in summer feel different.

In the summer, Yan Hang dresses casually. In addition to the formal uniforms, most of the time he wears T-shirts and sweatpants, and occasionally wears shirts, but most of them are still very casual and look a little lazy.

It's different in winter, all kinds of exquisite long and short coats, all the details reveal a message, I am not only stinky, I am quite rich.

The plaid scarf is probably the match he has not changed, no matter what he wears, he wears this plaid scarf.

"I will tell you something that the puppy and I will drink in a while," Yan Hang held the phone and faced the two cups of hot drinks that the waiter had just brought up, "mine is corn juice."

It was only in the first year of junior high that he noticed that he was live broadcast, and quickly grabbed the hair that was messed up by the wind.

"Puppy's cup," Yan Hang turned the camera at him, "tell my sister what your cup is?"

"Grain," picked up the cup on the first day of the new year and stuck it on his face, "rice gruel, miscellaneous grain rice, rice gruel."

Yan Hang smiled: "It's delicious, he likes it very much."

At the beginning, he nodded and took a sip: "It's delicious."

"Are you playing?" Yan Hang handed the phone to him.

"Yeah." Chuyi took the phone.

Yan Hang pulled up the scarf, covering half of his face.

"This circle, scarf," Chu turned his phone to Yan Hang and shook his face, "Does it look good?"

-It looks good

-It's very suitable for Xiaotian

-It looks good, but your Xiaotian brother wears a rag. Believe me

-The puppy is so innocent, beware that he really looks for a rag...

The first day of the new year laughed: "I bought it."

-Wow

-Ah my heart!!!

-Kneeling on the ground and crying, picking up dog food one by one

-Puppy, are you two dating?

"Dating?" On the first day of the day, Yan Hang glanced at Yan Hang on the screen. Hearing this sentence, Yan Hang raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Yes, in an appointment, on a date." said the first day.

-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-mom!!!!!!!!!!!Yeah!!!!!!!!!

-The Lord admitted it!!

-CP pink head is blue!!

-date!date!

This answer not only caused all the young ladies to run away, but Yan Hang over there also raised his head unexpectedly.

Yan Hang didn't wear a mask today. He just hung a scarf on the bridge of his nose to cover his face, probably to make his nose so high.

But the quality of the scarf is very good, soft and weighty.

His head-up movement was a bit big, and the scarf slipped from the tip of his nose.

I can't see anything in the screen instantly.

Chuyi felt a burst of heat in his back, and quickly slapped his phone on the table, staring at Yan Hang, who had only his chin hidden in his scarf, "What should I do!"

Yan Hang probably didn't expect such an accident to happen. He didn't even think of raising his hand and pulling the scarf. After staring at him for a long time, he said, "Did it happen?"

"Ah." said the first day.

"Fuck me," Yan Hang was stunned for a while, leaned back in his chair, and laughed, "The mysterious image that I worked so hard on collapsed in a second."

"Ah," the first day of the day looked at him, "the live broadcast is not yet, it's off."

"Hey," Yan Hang smiled harder, "Close it quickly."

"Oh," he glanced at the screen on the first day of the first year. When the screen was black, the comments that were rushing up quickly became clearer, but none of them could be seen clearly. He poked the screen a few times and exited. Live broadcast, "Turn it off."

"Ah..." Yan Hang tilted his head up and shook his chair. "Mystery is gone."

"I'm sorry." On the first day of the new year, he rubbed his nose, very guilty, holding the cup in both hands, resting his chin on the edge of the cup, frowning.

"Why are you sorry for everything?" Yan Hang leaned on the table and reached out and flicked the cup twice. "What's wrong with this? I'm sorry that the bridge of my nose is not high enough?"

"I don't want to make an appointment, I just have a date..." The first day of the day lowered his eyes and looked at his hand.

The comments of the young ladies and sisters flashed past my mind inexplicably.

-It's so beautiful, I want to lick it

"Then are we dating?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at him and gritted his teeth: "Yes, it's an appointment, yes!"

"Then what are you sorry for?" Yan Hang asked again.

"I am habitually sorry." Chu Yi smiled.

date!

He was actually a little worried when he said about the date. Although Yan Hang had confirmed it before, but with his usual ridicule in his tone, he couldn't judge whether this was Yan Hang's real thoughts, or what it was.

During this period of time, all his thoughts have been only one, just stay with Yan Hang.

But what Yan Hang was thinking, how did Yan Hang feel, he never thought to ask.

He didn't dare to ask at all.

He was afraid that when he spoke, things would change.

He just wants to maintain the status quo, that's it, he has to do nothing for the moment, if time can last, he is willing to freeze in this period of his life, he is not willing to take any risks.

But Yan Hang's answer made his heart suddenly light up.

They are dating.

Not a meeting, not a business talk, not a winter tour...

It's a date.

The first couple began to laugh at the rice cereal in the cup, not knowing what he was laughing at, anyway he wanted to laugh.

The saliva laughed. It was too late when he wanted to close his mouth in time to prevent the dripping of the drool. He quickly grabbed the napkin next to him and covered his mouth.

too!What a shame!

He laughed wildly after hearing Yan Hang's tut.

"It would be great if this period was broadcast live," Yan Hang leaned on his chair and couldn't stop laughing. "Our native dog Qiu Biao didn't have enough. Seeing the cup of rice paste, his saliva dripped out..."

"Ah..." Chu opened the napkin and put it on his face, "Don't, don't laugh..."

"I don't want to laugh," Yan Hang said happily, "I just can't help it."

The first day of the new year sighed.

"Dogzi," Yan Hang smiled and sighed, "Really, there is only you in this world that can make me laugh like this."

At the beginning, a handful of napkins moved down, exposing his eyes and looking at Yan Hang.

"With a smile," Yan Hang said, "it is completely different from laughing, do you understand?"

He didn't speak on the first day of the junior high. He still remembered the indifference on Yan Hang's face when he saw Yan Hang for the first time, as well as all the smiles Yan Hang had when he faced people.

But he had only seen Yan Hang's smile.

"Understood." Chu nodded.

"Small." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the new year, he felt that the embarrassment of drooling subsided a lot. He put down the napkin and picked up the rice cereal. When he lowered his head to drink, Yan Hang slapped him on the back of his hand.

"Ah!" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"All the saliva dripped in," Yan Hang said, "and drink it?"

"No, it's not the service, the saliva of the attendant," said the first day of the day, "my own saliva, the water."

"Change a cup." Yan Hang raised his hand and called the waiter.

"Two! Eighteen! A cup! Ah!" Grasp the cup tightly on the first day, "No more?"

"You have to dare to drink up all of a sudden," Yan Hang pointed at him, "I would dare to throw you into the sea."

"I don't dare," sighed on the first day of the first year. "If you have this, you need to be so careful, but you can wash and wash the dishes. After eating, go there, not to mouth, saliva, exaggerated? "

"A stutter," Yan Hang ordered another cup of rice cereal with the waiter who came over, "I can still say that."

"In this world, in the world, I can say that there are so many, only you." He said on the first day, think about it and add another sentence, "The dog and the little dog are not the same, you know ?"

Yan Hang stared at him for a while: "Understood."

On the first day of the junior high school, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose with some embarrassment.

If people are in a good mood, life will pass quickly.

Although it is still the same every day, working in and out of class, but it is a little more fun. Hearing Zhou Chunyang complain about his junior high school classmate.

They really weren't dating that day. According to Zhou Chunyang's statement, "it was a bit interesting, but now I can see if it is really interesting", but that classmate seemed to agree with Zhou Chunyang.

So they are you and me every day.

"I'm waiting for the other party to speak first," Zhou Chunyang tweeted, "I think it's beautiful, my mouth is tight, and torture is tight-lipped, just not talking."

"Nervous, sick." said the first day.

"Sentiment," Zhou Chunyang glanced at him, "you don't understand such a solid brain."

I really didn't understand it in the first year of junior high, but it was very interesting to hear Zhou Chunyang say these things every day.

I don’t feel anything yet. New Year’s Day is here, but the holidays are a bit too stingy. The three-day holiday counts Saturdays and Sundays.

But even if there are ten days off, for the first day of the junior high school, that's it, not to mention the holidays, even if it is an ordinary weekend, Yan Hang is busier than usual.

And he is also busier than usual, although he is just a night waiter in a cafe.

He had no plans to go home, and no one in the family asked if he would go home.

But to his surprise, the little aunt and the little uncle came over in a car.

"You don't have to worry about us," the aunt said, "we are going to travel. Someone is waiting for us, who will make a detour to see you. You can just take the time to have a meal with us."

"I'll take you, let's play." said the first day.

Aunt came over, he was still very happy.

"The puppy is really grown up. How can I say this before and take us to play," the aunt said with a smile, "What can the kids and our middle-aged and elderly have to play with? I am bored with you, waiting for us to go to school. Pick you up!"

I was standing in front of the school on the first day of the junior high school, and my heart felt warm when I saw the car that my aunt's familiar with came over.

"My God," the aunt jumped out of the car and stared at him, "Is this our puppy?"

"Yes." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

"This is a meter eight!" The aunt touched the top of his head, "I have it!"

"I don't know." said the first day.

"Hey, come down quickly," the aunt rushed into the car and shouted, "Aren't you 1.8 meters tall, come and compare with the puppy and see if he is 1.8 meters tall!"

The little uncle got out of the car and walked over with a smile: "Your little aunt is really... one meter eighth, and it feels almost as tall as me."

"Let me say it," the aunt patted the shoulder on the first day of the first year. "I said this kid was late, and once he sprang up, it would scare you to death."

Until the beginning of the meal, the aunt was still immersed in his height.

"This young man," the aunt took a shot at him with her mobile phone, "send it to your aunt and grandma in a while. You can't tell how the poor little one looked like before."

"You are fat," said the first day of the month.

"Oh, did you see it?" The aunt touched her face, "Can't you pretend not to see it!"

"Too, it's obvious," Chu Yi was stunned, "Pretending to be very, difficult."

"Little devil!" said the aunt, "I've broken my studies."

Lu Yi smiled.

"I think your school is quite big, and the environment is good?" said the aunt. "Is the relationship with the students in the dormitory? Is anyone bullying you?"

"Look at his current boss," said the little uncle. "Anyone who can be bullied can punch him."

"He has a soft personality," said the aunt. "It is also a puppy character to grow into a cow, I don't worry."

"No one bullied me," Chu Yi said with a smile, "the classmates are very, very good."

"That's fine, you study hard," said the aunt, "you will not be afraid of anything when you have a craft."

"Well," Chu nodded, and after hesitating for a while, he asked softly, "My mother...said to divorce, divorce..."

"It's been half a month since I shouted," the aunt sighed, "I don't know, don't persuade her, she is also under great pressure, and your grandmother still makes trouble at home every day. It's not bad if she doesn't run away."

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.

"Are you going back for the New Year?" the aunt asked.

There was no sound on the first day of the new year.

"Look," the aunt looked at the little uncle, "I said that there was something wrong with their family, and they had torn down all their children's beds. Will it be back or not!"

"Go back," said softly on the first day of the new year, "always go back to see, have a look, still want to see, see you, my grandparents."

"If you go back this time, buy an elderly phone for your father," the aunt said, "this way you can still make calls."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

The aunt brought him a lot of food and several clothes. Although he bought a size smaller according to the estimate, fortunately, he bought loose sportswear, which he could wear.

After the aunt left, she felt a little lost on the first day of the new year.

When he took the food back to the dormitory and distributed it to everyone, he thought it was his family.

"Home" refers to your parents, your own home.

He didn't explain much, but he was really lost.

He likes his aunt, who treats him very well, but the aunt is not a parent, nor a grandfather, and it is impossible for the aunt to be with him all year round.

There are really no substitutes for some feelings.

If he has his own home in the future... Ah, his own home?

This seems impossible?

Home is mom, dad and children.

For him, it should be impossible, even if he and... Yan Hang...

This thought really made people feel a little embarrassed. There was no one next to him, and I still felt a little blushing in the first year of junior high school.

But couldn't help but continue to ponder.

Very shameless and can't stop no matter how much, it's like a pleasure.

If he has a home of his own in the future, it is not impossible that he and Yan Hang are in the home.

He is father and Yan Hang is... mother?

On the first day of the new year, I felt like I wanted to laugh again, so Yan Hang knew that he might have to smoke him.

He cheered at the window.

"Are you okay on the first day of the junior high school?" Li Ziqiang asked while eating the snacks brought by his aunt, "What are you laughing at the glass?"

"We are in love," Gao Xiaoyang patted the table, "It must be in love."

On the first day of the new year, he looked back awkwardly.

"Fuck it, really?" Zhang Qiang was a little excited, "Are you really in love? Then you are the first one to get out of our dormitory!"

"Who am I relying on?" Hu Biao suddenly became nervous, "It shouldn't be Yan'er, who is that? Is it a preschool education? I have never seen any girl you talked to!"

At first, he opened his mouth and said nothing.

He suddenly discovered that he was really far from Zhou Chunyang. Facing a few people so familiar in the dormitory, he didn't dare to say that he would not fall in love with a girl.