A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang dangling his cigarette and looked at the back of his head in the first year of junior high school.

When he and his father rescued the first year of the junior year together, he was still a muffled child in front of the crab. If they hadn't appeared that night, the first year of the junior year would not know what it would be like to be bullied.

But now, he only needs to stand here. On the first day of the first year, holding a paper tube can shock and anger the boss in this area and dare not say anything.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Crab looked at the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang felt that this sentence was still powerful. Now that the river water is freezing, it is not a big problem if thrown down for winter swimming, but if thrown down on ice, the problem is quite big.

"You can just say it." He put the paper tube back after he finished talking.

EQ is still improvised, and Yan Hang evaluates each item at the beginning of the first year.

On the first day of the new year, his style was different. On the first day of the new year, he saved face for the crabs. If you owe you a paper tube and pestle the crabs all the time, it is estimated that the crab will not speak unless you fight a fight.

And he is generally "I don't care", and fight every time.

"Why do you say that I know?" said the crab.

"Don't you know?" asked the first day of the month.

The crab frowned and said nothing, his face turned to one side, looking very upset.

I didn't say anything on the first day of the new year, I guess I don't know what to say.

"Are you going to wait for the police to ask?" Yan Hang said, "Will you go in for a few days by the way?"

Guanjie glanced at him, and Yan Hang squinted at him from the smoke.

"Fuck," the Crab gritted his teeth. "People say it casually, and I say it casually. I can't guarantee that it is true. The police really came and I also said that."

"Let's talk." said the first day.

"I used to mix with Lao Ding. When Lao Ding died, he went to work in the south," said Crab. "I said I saw Lao Chu, but it was just a glance."

When someone was working in the South, they saw someone who looked a lot like his father in a labor market, but he didn't speak, just glanced at that.

After Liang Bing left, he looked at Yan Hang on the first day of the month. He didn't know if the news was reliable or could he believe it.

"Why, my dad," said the first day of the new year, "go to use, the labor market? Is it temporary labor?"

"What else can he do if he doesn't go? Can someone drive it?" Yan Hang said, "He didn't dare to use his ID and driver's license at all. He can only go to such a place."

The eyebrows were twisted on the first day.

"But if this matter is true," Yan Hang sighed, "You can run far enough."

"My dad is really..." the first day of the month said softly, but he didn't finish the rest.

Grandma has always looked down on his father, saying that he is timid and fearful, and can rush out two miles with a little turbulence, and his wife and children can leave it alone.Now think about it, grandma's life is not pleasing to anyone, she always scolds this or that, but the evaluation of dad does not seem to be completely nonsense.

If it wasn't because of fear that he didn't take responsibility, it would be that Dad's involvement in this matter was not as shallow as Yan Hang said, and Yan Hang kept saying that he had no courage.

Sometimes, on the first day of the junior high school, I hate my father's failure to take responsibility, and sometimes I hope he just failed to take responsibility in this matter.

"Hey," Yan Hang stood in front of the tree hole, hunched over, "Remember me?"

The first day of the new year looked at him and smiled.

The first time I met Yan Hang here, Yan Hang ran to his exclusive tree hole to talk. He was very upset.

"I'm a friend of your friend of Dazhong Face," Yan Hang said, "It's been a long time since Dazhong Face has grown up, and he's so handsome that he is not popular anymore. Will you recognize him in a while?"

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he patted the trunk, walked to the stone bench by the river and sat down and looked at him.

When he walked to the tree hole and stood in the same posture as Yan Hang, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"I am, I am not long, I have grown taller, a lot, now I am a giant, a giant," Chu put his face to the tree hole, "I used to be, am I not very long, long-winded? Every time, I say a lot of wishes. ,desire."

He closed his eyes and smiled: "Now I am temporarily, there is nothing for the time being, what a wish, I am very happy."

Stayed by the river for a while, and checked the time on the first day of the new year: "Go to my house again, let's see."

"Yeah." Yan Hang pulled the scarf. It was really cold here, and the wind was blowing by the river for a long time, thanks to his thickest down jacket.

He glanced at the first day of the first day of the new year. He looked quite comfortable on the first day of the new year. He was indeed a person who had been frozen since childhood.

"If my grandmother pays it back, it's still making trouble," frowned on the first day of the new year, "I won't go back, go."

"Good." Yan Hang nodded.

After he finished talking on the first day of the new year, he kept wringing his eyebrows, and walking out a long way, he suddenly reached out and held down his forehead again, and stroked the frown on both sides with his fingers.

Yan Hang was amused: "What are you doing?"

"Give Xiao, the wrinkles are smoothed," said the first day of the new year, "I'm only ten, not seven years old, I can have wrinkles."

"You are all fighting," Yan Hang said, "Do you still care about a little wrinkle?"

"What about potatoes, what? Only you foreigners and green onions pay attention to the appearance and appearance?"

"Shut up." Yan Hang patted his head.

The downstairs of Chu's family no longer had the same excitement as before, but when they passed by the residents of a few neighborhoods, from their eyes on the first one, they could still see that they were still interested in his previous grandma's performance.

I walked into the canteen downstairs and bought a cigarette.

The owner of the commissary glanced at him, then sighed after hesitating.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and continued to walk home with his cigarette.

Yan Hang followed him in silence, and he didn't know what else to say in this situation.

Turning his head and glanced at him when he took out the key to open the door on the first day of the new year.

"It's okay." Yan Hang said. He knew the meaning of this look at the first day of the junior high school. This is probably the first time that he took people home on the first day of the junior high school.

On the first day of the year, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and when he lowered his head to send the key into the lock, he suddenly stopped.

"What?" Yan Hang asked in a low voice.

After staring at the lock for a long time on the first day of the new year, he stretched out his hand and touched it: "The lock is changed."

Yan Hang was stunned.

The first day of the new year was fairly calm, and after biting his lip, he raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times.

After a while, there was movement in the door. Probably after looking out of the cat's eyes, Yan Hang heard the voice of an old man and said in it: "What about a rare guest."

The door opened, and inside stood an old man, who should be the grandfather of the first grade.

The old man looked a little more normal than his grandmother, at least there was no scary makeup on his face, but when he opened his mouth, he and grandma were in the same family.

"I came to inspect, and brought a thug." The old man looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang was stunned by the expression that he had prepared, "Hello, grandpa". He didn't say a word, and glanced at the old man.

"Where's my grandmother?" Chuyi asked when he stood at the door.

What Yan Hang felt very unbearable was that the old man kept holding the door with his hands, and didn't seem to have the intention to let Junior One in.

"I'm tired and rest after scolding," the old man said.

After a few seconds of silence on the first day of the new year, he took out the cigarette and shouted into the room: "Grandma, the cigarette for you."

"What do you shout!" Grandma's voice came from the room, "What happened to who didn't let you in!"

On the first day of the new year, he pushed the old man away and walked into the room. When Yan Hang was about to follow in, the old man's hand stretched out again.

The dust in the room smells heavy and the lighting is not good. There are no windows in the living room. Only the open kitchen door can let in a little light. It is as dark as midnight during the day.

Yan Hang stood by the door, without any further thought of going inside.

He looked at the living room in front of him, unable to imagine how he lived here for more than ten years on the first day of the junior high school, and how depressed and inferior he was before.

Although the furnishings in the house are old, they are not uncommon in the old houses of ordinary people. There may be Hachinohes in the ten households in this building, but the various chaos is completely unsuccessful, making the house fundamental Can't hold people.

After giving a handful of cigarettes to grandma, he looked at a room with the door closed: "Where is my mother?"

"I eloped with someone." Grandpa answered particularly smoothly.

Turning his head to look at him on the first day.

"You have a mouth, don't you?" Grandma slammed the cigarette on the coffee table. "You have a sharp mouth, right? Why don't you swallow your tongue with such a sharp mouth! You are in need of a dip!"

On the first day of the new year, I opened the door of that room and looked inside. When I turned my head back, the expression on his face was a bit unsatisfactory and looked a little dazed.

"Let's go." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, he still didn't speak. After a while, he walked over to the door.

Everyone in the room didn’t speak any more. On the first day of the new year, I left the door. When I closed the door, my grandma’s voice came from the room. The first voice seemed to be howling, and then I couldn’t hear the truth or not. Emotional crying.

On the first day of the new year, I walked downstairs, walked out of the corridor, and said: "I may not come back again in the future."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders. "Home is more than just a name. It doesn't mean to point you to a house. It means home is home."

Looked at him on the first day.

"It depends on the people and feelings in the house," Yan Hang said. "Those are home."

"Yeah." The first one responded.

"Home is where you feel like you belong." Yan Hang added another sentence.

"What?" Chuyi looked at him.

"Guess." Yan Hang said.

"You say one more time," the first day of the new year took out his mobile phone and poked at him a few times, "I recorded it, a video."

"Okay?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded a little, "please go, start your performance, acting."

"There used to be a native dog with a nickname called Puppy, but when he grew up he became Brother Dog," Yan Hang said quickly, "Brother Dog gave himself a name called Tuoer and he was particularly afraid of being handsome. There are wrinkles on her face, and she feels that she is the most handsome in the world all day long, and her face is a circle bigger than the wheel..."

On the first day of the year, he held his phone, half-opened his mouth, looking at him in shock.

"Wrinkled Tudou still wants to crack the password of my treasure map, but I have to tell me to record the video," Yan Hang said, "How would I tell him, although he wants to confuse me with beauty, I will never say of."

"Fuck you..." The first day of junior high school was shocked.

Yan Hang sullenly said, "I still curse, and I won't tell you if I curse, our Onion family..."

"Shut up." said the first day.

"Is the recording finished?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't want to talk anymore." Chu Yi sighed, stopped the video, and clicked to play it again.

After listening to what Yan Hang had just said again, he lowered his head and started to laugh, and smiled at the phone.

"Silly dog." Yan Hang patted the back of his head.

Originally, according to the plan for the first year of junior high school, he should stay at home for a while, but he didn't expect such a sudden change. Standing on the street, he and Yan Hang didn't know what to do.

"Give your mother a call," Yan Hang said, "ask what's the matter, and if you understand it, feel better, or you will still be upset if you think about it in the future."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, took his cell phone and dialed his mother's number.

Shut down.

This result is quite unexpected, but in fact it is not surprising, it is basically still within my mother's acting style.

That's it.

I raised my head and looked at it on the first day of the new year. Today's sun is still very good. Standing in the sun, I can feel the warmth in the wind.

"Go to the boxing gym, and then invite your aunt to eat," Yan Hang arranged for him, "Go to your grandpa's house after eating."

"Okay." The first day of the day took a breath, and after slowly spit out, I felt better.

Actually it's not a big deal.

He has always wanted to leave here. Apart from the unpleasant surroundings he had to leave, he also wanted to leave the home that he often didn't want to go back to.

Even if it is a kind of relief now, if I think about it before coming back to my mother, grandma, and grandfather after all, I don't have such an idea now.

In their hearts, it seems that there is no relative named Chuyi.

There are no people in the boxing gym today. They are all on holiday, but Coach He and a few students are there, and they are so shocked that they can hardly speak.

If they hadn't changed their clothes and were ready to go home, a few people might be able to drag him to the stage to fight on the spot.

I like this feeling on the first day of junior high school.

Seeing a familiar person surprised by his changes is like someone helping him confirm that he is really growing up a little bit and he is no longer the irritated dog before.

Auntie was better when she saw him, after all, she had met him before.

But when she saw Yan Hang, she still questioned vigilantly for a long time.

"Our family has always been innocent on the first day of the new year. The person is honest and has a soft personality," said the aunt. "To be honest, I am most worried that he will be tricked and sold when he goes out."

"Probably not," Yan Hang said. "His nickname is Brother Gou."

"This is grown up," the aunt sighed, "I will really have to rely on myself in the future."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"If your mother exchanges with your aunt..." Yan Hang said when he was sitting in the car and heading to his grandpa's house.

However, he was quickly interrupted by the first day of junior high school: "Then I won't touch you."

"The price of meeting me is too much." Yan Hang smiled.

"Look, I understand." said the first day.

Yan Hang sighed: "I was praised for a few words, but when I grew up, I immediately learned the philosophy."

"I still have to match it, and cooperate." Chu Yi smiled.

It can be seen that going to Grandpa's house is a pleasant thing for the first year of the junior high school. Compared with the time when you go home, there is nothing to say all the way. At the moment, I have never stopped in the car on the first year of the junior high school.

I gave Yan Hang a variety of introductions to the scenery along the way, as well as interesting things that happened every time I went there when I was young.

Yan Hang didn't speak too much, watching and listening the whole process.

"Do you have any trouble?" asked the first day.

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Listen to me, then." said the first day.

"Get used to it," Yan Hang said, "I might not be comfortable with you someday."

"You are suitable, and the adaptability is quite good." Chu nodded.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Hang said.

Yan Hang relaxed when he saw his grandparents on the first grade of junior high school.

This is what he imagined as an old man in a family, a kind old man with a smile, and an enthusiastic old lady with a smile.

"Grandpa and grandma are good." Yan Hang greeted the two elderly people smoothly.

"Yan Hang, right?" Grandpa pointed at him and said to grandma, "This is the one, the five-star leader."

"Foreman." Corrected on the first day of the new year.

"Five-star foreman," Grandma gave a thumbs up, "Grandma will cook you a six-star meal tomorrow."

"I'll cook tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "I can get eight stars for cooking."

"Did you see," Grandpa patted grandma, "You lost."

Grandma waved her hand, not convinced: "I'll tidy up the bed for you first. I thought it was only after the second and third year of the junior high school as usual."

After a mess, grandma insisted on making two bowls of nine-star noodles for them to eat.

"Hey," Yan Hang stretched out at the window of the cabin after eating, "Are they asleep?"

"Sleep, I usually sleep at this time, sleep for a long time." Chu Yi smiled.

"It's hard to eat." Yan Hang said.

"I can't finish it, it's something." Chuyi touched his stomach.

"I'm ashamed not to finish it." Yan Hang said.

"Tired?" Lu Yi looked at him.

When Yan Hang talked to his grandparents, he looked relaxed and natural, but he knew that Yan Hang didn't particularly like this kind of occasion, after all, he was a lone traveler.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "tired is tired, but it's not annoying."

"I talk a lot with milk," said the first day of the new year.

"Ten sentences from her are better than listening to one sentence from your grandmother," Yan Hang said, "and they didn't ask me why I followed you here for the New Year. I'm afraid to answer this kind of question."

The first day of the new year smiled: "Ah, tomorrow she is willing, she will definitely tell you ghosts and stories."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts," Yan Hang sighed. "A ghost story about an old lady coaxing a puppy."

"Okay." Chuyi smiled and lay on the bed.

He was probably tired. Within a few minutes of lying down, he felt that he was snoring, but to his surprise, Yan Hang next to him seemed to fall asleep faster than him. When he was still conscious, Yan Hang's breathing had changed. It's very slow.

On the first day of the new year, he turned over, put his arm on Yan Hang's waist very lightly, and fell asleep firmly.

This was probably the first time in his life he was excited about the New Year, and he woke up before dawn.

When Chu Yi suddenly opened his eyes when he touched his hand to the side, Yan Hang was not on the bed?

He quickly got up and put on clothes. Grandma was busy in the living room. Watching him run out, she pointed up: "Five stars are with your father on top."

"Oh." I went out on the terrace on the first day.

The terrace was already covered by grandpa with plastic film, pretending to be a greenhouse. When he went up, grandpa was telling Yan Hang about his flowers and plants.

"When the spring is beginning to bloom," Grandpa said with a smug face, "It's red, very beautiful."

"Well," Yan Hang pretended to look at the flowers next to him, and yawned, "Is the flowers big?"

"The mouth of the bowl is so big, so many people in this building are raised, and I am the biggest one here." Grandpa said.

"Awesome," Yan Hang nodded, and smiled when he saw the first year of the middle school, "Morning."

"My father is showing up again, putting flowers," Chu Yi said with a smile, standing next to Yan Hang and asking quietly, "How do you get up, how early?"

"I got up to go to the bathroom," Yan Hang also whispered, "I ran into your grandfather. I guess he thought I got up, so he brought me here."

"Then you go to the toilet?" asked hurriedly on the first day.

"Come on, can I hold it back now." Yan Hang sighed.

The flower viewing activity on the terrace soon ended. Grandma came up and asked Grandpa to go down and help with the meal.

"Really, I'll come." Yan Hang said.

"Do you know how to make dumplings?" Grandma asked.

"What you can say, whether Chinese or Western food," Yan Hang said, "I can."

"Oh," grandma looked at the first day of the first day, "really?"

"Really," Chu nodded, and after grandma walked away, he looked at Yan Hang again, "Really?"

"Fake," Yan Hang laughed, "I always brag like the real one."

But the dumplings are not bragging. I saw Yan Hang making dumplings on the first day of the year.

When Yan Hang started to face each other, his grandma pointed at him: "Oh, this is really possible."

"I will too." said the first day.

"Then you come?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'll just talk," said the first day.

There are not many rules for grandparents over 30 years old. Dumplings can be eaten whenever they are wrapped, and they will go to bed when they are finished, and they will not wake up until dinner to prepare for staying up at night.

Neither Yan Hang nor Chu Yi had such sleeping habits. After staying in the house for a while, Chu Yi took Yan Hang out.

Wandering around the main streets of the town, I took Yan Hang to see the places I liked to go to when I was young.

It was getting dark, and it was estimated that grandparents got up before walking back.

"It's not here, you can go shopping in the street," said the first day of the new year. "Walk so casually, will it be boring?"

"No, I like this kind of small town," Yan Hang moved his arm. "Not far from the city, it's clean and not particularly closed."

"I like it too," Chuyi smiled, "It's been past, I'm looking forward to the New Year, I hope I can come over."

"Will you give me New Year's Eve money in a while?" Yan Hang rubbed his hands.

"Yes, but no, too much." The first one also rubbed his hands.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to receive a decent New Year's Eve," Yan Hang said, "My dad and Lao Cui gave me the New Year's Eve very badly."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year and laughed for a long time.

"Really, just..." Yan Hang smiled and turned his head, but he suddenly paused. In a small town at the time of the New Year's Eve, the street was basically empty except for the two of them, but he was left alone. Seeing a person, "Every time I give it is like a joke."

When he looked in that direction, there was no one left. In the narrow alley between the two closed shops, no one was seen.

But Yan Hang knew that there must be someone there just now.

And his first judgment was that it was the father of the first grade.

Yan Hang didn't tell this to the first year of junior high school. He was not 100% sure that it was the father of the first year of junior high school. He could not even be 100% sure that there was someone there.

I also don't want to let the mood of New Year's Day be affected again and again.

When I returned to my grandparents' house, my grandma was already busy in the kitchen.

Yan Hang went in and forcibly snatched the stove, quickly remixed the ingredients prepared by grandma, and started cooking.

"Let him mix and match," Grandma whispered to grandpa at the kitchen door, "It's too fashionable to understand, and I don't know if I can eat it."

"You are not convinced." Grandpa said with a smile.

"I have been cooking for decades, can I still convince a kid like this?" Grandma said, "Look at the first day of the junior high school, is that someone who can cook?"

"It's not the first year of junior high school." Grandpa said.

Yan Hang's cooking speed has been very fast. Grandma has already cooked the stew before. The cooking is not troublesome, and a few dishes are served on the table without much effort.

"Really...it looks pretty, this dish, look at it." Grandpa said.

"Is this kid really not bragging?" Grandma stood by the table.

He was very proud of the first year of junior high. After sitting down, he poured wine for everyone and raised his glasses.

"All well." Grandma said.

"Everything is fine!" Grandpa said.

Yan Hang saw the tears bursting into the eyes of the two old men.

"Okay," he glanced out the window, "Look at the first day of the junior high school, you all have grown into young men."

"Yes," Grandpa wiped his eyes and said with a smile, "this is a blink of an eye."

After drinking a few sips of wine and the old man’s mood eased, Yan Hang was about to find a topic to talk about. The grandma sitting opposite him suddenly said to him mysteriously: "Five stars, grandma tells you a ghost story."

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Tradition." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Did you wander around the streets today?" Grandma asked.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Did you take you to the back street, the street where there is a temple?" The expression on the grandma's face changed a little, with a bit of fear.

"Go...," Yan Hang looked at her, "There is a temple..."

"Did you look inside?" Grandma asked again, lowering her voice, "If you look inside, you will feel someone behind..."

Yan Hang was inexplicably cold in his back because of his grandma's expression and voice.

Grandma pressed her voice: "Pull your hair..."

Yan Hang suddenly felt that the hair on the back of his head moved gently as if it was blown by the wind, and suddenly his heart jumped wildly. This kind of subconscious panic was a little uncontrollable.

"Ah!" he yelled, straightened his back abruptly, and turned his head.

I saw Grandpa's hand being held behind his back.

Grandparents all laughed, grabbing his hands and rubbing them with a smile.

"This year's unhappiness is scared away," Grandma looked at him with a smile, "Next year will be a happy year."

"Ah." Yan Hang was stunned and then smiled.