A Lucky Coin

When Yan Hang stretched his legs to chase the corner, there was only one thought in his mind to catch this person.

Not for revenge.

This person is the only clue he can come into contact with now. Although it is not certain that this person has a direct connection with the events of the year, this person has appeared around him for the third time. It will be useful to catch him.

He and the first day of the rush rushed very fast, but when he reached the corner, for safety reasons, he slowed down, but the first day of the first day of the day rushed to the corner.

"Slow down!" Yan Hang yelled in a suppressed voice, his eyes fixed on the corner of the wall, just in case there was any accident.

The reaction speed of speaking in the first year of the junior high school must be the same as the reaction speed of his actions, and he must be able to recite red carp and green carp a hundred times without stumbling.

At the same time when Yan Hang made a sound, he slowed down on the first day of the first year. In order to slow down his inertia, he even kicked a foot on the wall very handsomely, not turning the corner directly, but keeping a certain distance and running horizontally. Out of the corner.

Damn, this dog can be unconscious now.

Still in front of the handsome master Yan Jidao.

After turning the corner, it is a straight road with several small road entrances leading to several other communities. If you don't catch the cripple running ahead before this, you may let him run away.

No, when this man ran, he couldn't see the problem with his left leg, and he sprinted.

Yan Hang took a breath and hadn't run like this for a long time. Fortunately, he was wearing running shoes for comfort when he went out today.

He speeded up suddenly, staring at the lame man behind him, chasing him, and instantly left Chu Yi who had just unconsciously finished his handsome game behind him.

Following Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high, Yan Hang's explosive running power convinced him. Last time he was driven by Yan Hang in casual shoes on the street, he was quite convinced.

At this moment, he can only desperately spread his legs and follow, he is afraid that another accident will happen.

After running for a while, the two of them ran after the man.

Yan Hang was still using the old trick. He didn't know what he took out of his pocket and smashed it behind the man.

When something hit the back of the man's head and then fell to the ground, he realized that it was a folding knife, the folding knife that he had had a chance to hit.

The knife that Yan Hang carried with him turned out to be a meteor hammer.

The man staggered after being smashed in the back of his head, but he continued to stagger forward like crazy, then turned into the side road.

Yan Hang's speed was affected because he threw the meteor hammer, so he rushed over on the first day of the new year.

This scene has memories in his mind, similar speed, similar distance, the same person.

He jumped up a few steps away from the man, and kicked the man's back in the air. The man's legs softened, and he was kicked and rushed to the ground.

The man probably knew that there would be trouble if caught by them, and while falling down, he stood up and wanted to continue to escape.

Just when he was about to kick him again on the first day of the junior high, Yan Hang wiped his side and rushed over, kicking the back of the man's head.

The man pounced again, his nose should have hit the ground, he covered his nose and lay on the ground.

I didn't know what to do in the first grade, so I could only look at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang grabbed the man's arm and lifted it: "Say."

The man was lying on his back on the ground, still clutching his nose, blood oozing out of his fingers, it should have been a nosebleed, he did not say anything after hearing Yan Hang's words.

Yan Hang straightened up, waited for two seconds, and kicked him sharply in the waist.

The man suddenly shrank into a ball.

On the first day of junior high school, he could feel the strength of Yan Hang's foot when he watched from the side, and he shrank suddenly in his heart. He had never seen such a heavy hand under Yan Hang.

"Say it?" Yan Hang bent down and looked at the man's face.

The man remained silent, but put the hand covering his nose to his waist again, and closed his eyes and panted hard.

When Yan Hang was about to speak again, the man shouted: "Help! Robbery!"

There are basically no pedestrians on the street at this time, and the few cars that drove past did not notice the movement here. There are green belts on both sides of this trail. There are very few people coming in and out of the community at this time. Hang's kick was not light, and the person's shout was not loud.

But he was taken aback by him on the first day of the junior high school, and suddenly became a little annoyed.

What a rogue!Can you actually beat it back?

Yan Hang guessed that it was on fire, he didn't speak any more, and he just kicked that person's head.

Then he greeted the man one by one. The ribs, waist, and belly were all the key points. It took more than ten seconds for him to come back to his senses on the first day of the new year.

"Yan Hang!" He shouted.

The person on the ground was still holding his head at first, but his arms started to lose strength, and Yan Hang kicked him several times on the head.

On the first day of the junior high school, I even saw a kick on the chin, and the man did not lose his breath for several seconds.

"Yan Hang!" He yelled again. If you continue to fight like this, you will kill you!

He had never seen such an angry Yan Hang before, nor had he seen such a deadly attack.

In the past, he had imagined that maybe he might not lose the wind in a fight with Yan Hang, but now he can see that if Yan Hang really does it with him, he probably won't even have a chance to fight back.

He was stunned for a few more seconds, then gritted his teeth and rushed forward, trying to hug Yan Hang from behind and drag him away.

But as soon as he approached, Yan Hang's elbow had already reflexively rammed back and hit him on his ribs. He took a breath of pain, but still gritted his teeth and carried the impact.

He opened his arms and hugged Yan Hang from behind, and then buckled his hands together, locking Yan Hang and his arm together in his arm.

Yan Hang was still going to kick, he hurriedly dragged Yan Hang away suddenly, and Yan Hang kicked out.

"Yan Hang!" The first day of the junior high school pressed his voice and said, "Calm down!"

Yan Hang did not speak, but struggled twice.

"Will kill him!" The first day of the new year tightened his arms.

Yan Hang remained silent, but suddenly his hand touched his side.

He didn't know what this trick was in the first year of the junior high school, but he knew that Yan Hang had countless escape skills, and he was so skillful that he could only get ahead of Yan Hang.

He loosened his arm, and at the same time buckled Yan Hang's shoulder and threw it against the wall beside him.

He didn't run as fast as Yan Hang, and didn't have Yan Hangniu in fighting skills, but he was sure that he was stronger than Yan Hang.

With this throw, Yan Hang slammed into the wall. He was nervous immediately after the first shot. He was afraid that Yan Hang's head would knock against the wall.

But after all, Yan Hang was so experienced. He lowered his head when his back hit the wall, offsetting some of the inertia, and did not knock against the wall.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, his left arm was stuck on his chest, and his right hand pressed Yan Hang's forehead.

"Yan Hang!" He stared at Yan Hang's eyes, "Look at me!"

Yan Hang's breath was a little confused, and after earning a bit, he finally leaned back and didn't move.

"Look at me!" Lu Yi stared at him, "Look at me."

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while, he said softly: What's so good about a dog."

"Don't fight." said the first day.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Don't fight," said it again on the first day of the day, "have you heard it?"

"Aren't you stuttering?" Yan Hang said.

"It's split," said the first day of the month, "do not stammer."

Yan Hang smiled and glanced at the person on the ground: "Call Lao Cui and notify the police."

"Yeah." On the first day of the morning, he took out his cell phone.

When calling, Yan Hang used to feel in the pocket of the man's clothes for a while, but found nothing useful.

Cui Yi's car quickly turned around and stopped on the side of the road.

Then came another police car.

On the first day of the new year, he watched the people on the ground being taken into the police car, and watched Yan Hang being called by the police to ask about the situation for a long time. When the police car finally drove away, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting into Cui Yi's car, he was still a little trance.

"Is you back in the second grade?" Cui Yi asked.

"I'll be back on the first night of the first year," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to work in the second year of the year."

"Well," Cui Yi turned the car around and drove to the gate of the community, "The main reason is that if you ask questions, you must be here."

"Yes." Yan Hang leaned between the car door and the back of the seat, stretching his legs.

"Our bag!" Suddenly sat upright on the first day.

"I can't lose it," Cui Yi said. "There is a security guard at the door."

The place where they threw down their luggage to chase people was beside the gate of the community, and the security guard carried the bag into the guard box.

When he saw them coming, he took his bag out with a shocked look: "You just went... to catch a thief?"

"Yes." Yan Hang said.

"Have you grabbed it?" the security asked, "Why don't you call me so I can do a favor."

"Caught it," Yan Hang smiled, "Little thief, if it's a big thief, I must call you."

"Hurry up, I have to go to the airport," Cui Yi looked at the time, "I guess it will be late."

"Change your sign when it's late." Yan Hang said.

"I'm racing a car to try if I can catch up." Cui Yi said.

Cui Yi drove quite steadily, acting strictly in the style of a middle-aged man, not fighting, not grabbing, not getting angry, scolding when he was really angry, and maintaining a steady speed when scolding.

There were few people on the street today, and Yan Hang saw Cui Yi driving a fast car for the first time, but he still pressed the speed limit.

"I thought you were going to speed?" Yan Hang looked at the speedometer.

"I am a lawyer anyway," Cui Yi said.

"I almost forgot if I didn't emphasize it." Yan Hang smiled and turned to look at the first day of the first day.

He leaned on the back seat in the first year of the junior high school and didn't say anything.

He stretched out his hand and poked it on his arm on the first day of the new year.

On the first day of the new year, he turned his head and looked at him: "Huh?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang tilted his head.

"It's okay." Chuyi smiled.

When they arrived at the airport, the time was okay. As long as they could run to the boarding gate without stopping, they would not miss the plane.

"Hurry and run," Cui Yi urged, "Give me a call when you get there."

"Yeah!" He picked up the bag and ran in.

"Ah..." Yan Hang followed him, very upset, "I'm the most annoyed of being in such a hurry, so why don't I just change my appointment and change..."

"Run!" The first day of the new year turned around and shouted at him.

"Shout!" Yan Hang said.

"Fart!" The first day of the day turned around and shouted.

Yan Hang laughed and ran forward with him. When he ran to the boarding gate, he laughed boringly.

"It's a roll call!" The first day of the middle school finally slowed down, "Passenger Chu, Yihe and Yan, Hang."

There are no more passengers at the gate. They are the last two to board the plane.

After sitting in the position, Yan Hang fastened his seat belt and leaned on the back of the chair, and didn't want to move at all.

A little tired.

This fatigue is not only physical, but also mental.

He turned his head and looked at the first day of the middle school.

It looked okay on the first day of the new year. The car left for a while. Now it seems to have slowed down, staring at the stewardess who is telling everyone about the safety of the flight.

Yan Hang looked at his profile.

Growing up, he's a young man.

In such a long time, Yan Hang can be regarded as seeing the real dog brother in the first year of junior high school today.

When he was emotionally down, his reaction in the first year of junior year surprised him.

"Look at me!"

When he said these two words, the calm and firm expression in Chuyi's eyes surprised him.

And it was the look in his eyes that calmed him down.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that Chu Yi seemed to rely on it.

The little stutter doesn't need him to cover him anymore, maybe the little stutter can cover him with a wave of his arm.

Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the new year, he turned his head and glanced at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"Guess." Yan Hang said.

"I'm too handsome, right?" said the first day.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, "Your shamelessness is proportional to your handsomeness."

Lu laughed, rubbed his nose, and continued to look at the stewardess.

A cautious dog, among all the passengers on this plane, he was probably the one who listened most seriously. He even stretched his neck to look at the emergency hatch.

This serious and cautious attitude may be a bit silly for others, but in the first year of junior high school, it will make people think he is handsome.

"Look at me!"

This voice kept ringing in Yan Hang's mind.

I count on you.

Yan Hang closed his eyes and saw his face when he said this sentence on the first day of the new year.

He was a kid with a good temper on the first day of the junior high school. Yan Hang seldom saw the expression like today on his face, making him instantly feel that the first day of the junior high school was no longer a stupid expression.

Even for the first time, he discovered that the contours on Chuyi's face were no longer the same as before, soft as a child.

How many points have been brought... grim?

As an illiterate, Yan Hang couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while.

"Yan Hang." Chu Yi patted his hand.

"Well," Yan Hang opened his eyes, "What?"

"It's about to take off," said the first day.

"Oh," Yan Hang replied, and stared at the first couple for a while. The first day of junior high didn't seem to mean to continue speaking, so he had to ask, "What then?"

"No, then," the first day of the day looked at him, "just to tell you to get up and fly."

"...Okay, I see." Yan Hang smiled and closed his eyes again.

"After a while, go to sleep," Lu Yi patted his hand again, "take off, open your eyes."

"Can't you close your eyes and sleep after taking off?" Yan Hang looked at him helplessly.

"I don't know," the first day of the year thought for a while, "keep it safe, safe."

"Oh." Yan Hang sighed, and without closing his eyes, he turned his face and looked out the window with the first one.

It wasn't until the plane was flying smoothly that he leaned in on the first day of the junior high school, leaned in his ear and said: "You won't be like this in the future."

"Which?" Yan Hang asked.

"Today, hit like this, hit people," said the first day of the new year, "there are too many hands, no count."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Okay, listen to you."

"Extremely scary, people." said the first day.

"Did you scare you?" Yan Hang turned his head.

At this moment, it is very close to the face of the first day of the junior high school, can count the eyelashes of the first day of the junior high school, and can see him frown.

"Yes." Chuyi sighed.

"You wrinkle," Yan Hang pressed on the center of his brow, "asymmetrical."

"Wrinkles say it's OK, but I'm annoying Gu, it's not symmetrical," said Chuyi.

As soon as Yan Hang laughed, he suddenly touched his forehead very nervously: "I have wrinkles?"

"Ah, that's..." Yan Hang was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"You haven't yet, you haven't!" said the first day.

"I'm just three years older than you, and I'm not 30 years older than you, so why should I have it?" Yan Hang said.

"I'm only ten or seven!" said in shock on the first day of the new year.

"The wrinkle I was talking about," Yan Hang sighed helplessly, "it means the little wrinkle when you frowned! Who said you have wrinkles!"

"...Oh." Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

Yan Hang originally wanted to sleep on the plane for a while, but he couldn't sleep well in this state. In addition, he kept holding his hand on the first day of the year and squeezed it gently in the palm of his hand, so he could only close his eyes. Fake sleep soundly.

But he is mainly emotional, not really lack of sleep.

Chu Yi squeezed his hand back and forth all the way, and it actually had a little easing effect. When he got off the plane, Yan Hang felt a lot of exhaustion.

"Will you go directly to your house in a while?" Yan Hang asked, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Well," Chu nodded, "You follow me, get up, it's too cold outside."

"All right," Yan Hang smiled, "Say it first, if your grandma dares to scold me, I won't bear it like you, I will scold her."

"I can't bear her now," said the first day of the month.

"Really?" Yan Hang tilted his head to look at him.

"Well," Chu Yi pulled the collar, "I am violent and tempered now."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

"Really," said the first day, "earth fighting."

"What is a soil bucket?" Yan Hang asked.

"Fighting among dogs, dogs." Chuyi replied.

"Fuck." Yan Hang laughed so much that he almost choked with saliva.

However, although the words of the first year of the junior high school were pretty good, after getting on the taxi, the first year of the junior high school didn't make much noise. When he got off the car at the intersection of his house, Yan Hang could feel the tension of the first year of the junior high school.

He was a little bit emotional. Going back to the home would make the first day of the first year nervous. This is really an amazing home.

Yan Hang looked around, of course he wasn't nervous, but he also had some special feelings.

He is quite familiar with this place, this street, as well as the previously passed by, the only rental house that he had lived in across the street, in his wandering life for so many years.

And the alley that was once full of blood.

I can't say what it feels like, it's not uncomfortable, it's not depressed, and it's not depressed. To be precise, it's probably a little sad.

He and his father are separated here, it has been two Spring Festivals.

"I'll be in a small shop for a while," said the first one as he walked in, "buy it for my grandma, let's get a cigarette."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

He had never been to the Chu family, but the buildings on both sides of the road looked the same, dilapidated and gloomy, especially in winter, the snow on the wall was lined with it, and the road where there was no one looked even more lonely before.

When he first turned in from the bustling street over there, he felt that way. After such a long time, nothing has changed here.

After walking inside three buildings, Yan Hang heard a lively sound in front of him.

But when I listened carefully, I seemed to hear a woman yelling inside.

The first day of the new year suddenly stopped.

Yan Hang immediately reacted, this should be... the grandmother of the earthworm eyebrows on the first day of the month.

"It's irrational--" Yan Hang pricked his ears and listened, and could hear a sentence or two, "Bullying our orphans and widows--not letting people live for the New Year--"

Yan Hang was stunned, orphans and widows?

He quickly turned his head and looked at the first day: "Your grandpa..."

"I'm alive," said the first day of the month, "mouth, head meditation."

"Oh." Yan Hang sighed.

"Let's go," turned and walked out on the first day of the new year, "Go and treat my little sister and aunt for a meal, then go to boxing, boxing gym, and then go to grandpa's house for the New Year.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

Back on the street, I habitually walked towards the river on the first day of the new year.

"Go and visit your tree hole?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu Yi thought about it and laughed again, and turned his head, "It might still be there, and it still knows you."

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "I have spoken to it."

The mood in the first year of junior high was easy to adjust, and after just such a short while, he was already a lot happier than before, and he looked very happy when he passed by the river.

When we reached the fork in the road leading to the river, three people appeared inside.

Yan Hang took a look, his face was not very clear, but from the walking posture, he could tell that it was actually a crab and his two shrimp soldiers.

Liang Bing obviously only recognized Yan Hang at the first glance. When he saw it at the second glance, his eyes widened at once, and then quickly returned to their usual size.

Looked at him on the first day.

According to previous habits, he had already bypassed, but now he has not moved.

Liang Bing no longer looked like he was looking for trouble when he saw him before. After a pause, he brought the two followers to the wall and continued to walk forward.

"He said yes. Someone saw him. I passed my dad." He whispered to Yan Hang on the first day of the new year. He walked two steps to Liang Bing and blocked his way.

"What are you doing?" Liang Bing stared at him, "We have nothing to celebrate now, right? What else do you want to do?"

"Interview," Yan Hang took a cigarette out and lit it, standing behind Chu Yi and said, "What is your mood now?"

"I'm so fucking in the mood to leave!" Liang Bing said.

"Who saw my dad?" asked the first day of the month.

Liang Bing was stunned, looking at him without speaking.

On the first day of the new year, I took out the flyer I received from my pocket, rolled it into a tube, and handed it to Liang Bing's mouth: "Where did you see it?"

Liang Bing looked at the paper tube, his face twitched twice.

"Don't tell me," the first day of the day looked at him, "just let you, winter swimming."