A Lucky Coin

It's a long night, with a heart to sleep.

However, someone wants to kick the dog.

Dogs also have dignity. You can't stay honestly and Ren Lu every time, they will rise up when you are in a hurry.

So this fight between dog and dog is still very fierce.

Potatoes and onions are panting hard.

The bed sheet was twisted into a wave pattern during the fight, and the quilt was thrown to the ground.

To be honest, when Yan Hang jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, he sat on the bed and looked at the mess on the first day of the year. It felt like this was not like a dog-fighting scene at all. It should be a scene of a fight. .

"Gouzi, change the sheets!" Yan Hang yelled out after entering the bathroom.

"Why?" Chuyi sat cross-legged on the messy sheets.

Yan Hang ignored him and closed the bathroom door.

I sighed on the first day of the new year, but now I will not be bullied by everyone, now I am being bullied by a person.

Before Yan Hang came out from the shower, he got out of bed honestly, found a clean bed sheet and put on it. Considering that the quilt had been rubbed on the ground, according to Yan Hang's degree of particularity and bullying, such The quilt must also be changed.

So he also replaced the quilt.

When Yan Hang came out, he was holding the changed bed sheet and quilt to wash it.

"So good." Yan Hang leaned over and kissed him.

"Such kindness, kindness, favors, but can't please, mine." The first day of the first day out of the bedroom.

"I'll rub your back for you." Yan Hang said in the room.

"No need," Chuyi sighed, "I'm afraid you will beat me."

Yan Hang lay on the bed and laughed for a long time.

At first, a handful of sheets were stuffed into the washing machine, and then squatted in front of the washing machine.

His household is a very old washing machine. When he washes his clothes, he feels that he is forcibly dismantling it. It is said to be fully automatic, but it is basically impossible to wash it himself unless he participates in the laundry.

This is the first time he has used the roller. It was all operated by Yan Hang before. After washing, he took it to dry.

Fortunately, although he was soiled, his brain was still easy to use. After a few glances, he understood, and after a few pokes, he figured out the most water-saving and power-saving option by name, and then went back to the bedroom.

I don't know if the dog is comfortable or being comforted by the dog, Yan Hang has already fallen asleep with his head tilted during the time he took the things to wash.

On the first day of the new year, quickly put down the action, turn off the light and go to bed, lie down and cover the quilt, and press the mute button for every system action.

Listening to Yan Hang's gentle breathing, he felt relieved.

From knowing the news of his father to asking about the story and then to now, he always felt that he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he did not feel relieved.

Now he heard the breathing sound of Yan Hang asleep, and he really relaxed.

Anyway, this matter is over.

Although the whereabouts of Uncle Yan is still unknown, and although Lao Ding's accomplices are still not caught, at least the thing that changed their lives is already clear.

I also slept soundly on the first day of the new year.

But in the middle of the night, he woke up once, because Yan Hang lying beside him suddenly moved suddenly, as if he wanted to sit up, but he didn't wake up.

Chu Yi glaredly stretched out his arm around him and patted his arm lightly.

Yan Hang should have had a nightmare. He wanted to say something to comfort Yan Hang, but before he could think about how to say it, he fell asleep again.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt pretty good, especially when I saw Yan Hang stretching his back against the light golden sunlight on the balcony, I felt that I didn't get up.

"Are you going to sleep?" he asked, lying on the bed.

"Not bad," Yan Hang said, "but it seems to have a nightmare."

"Well," Chu nodded, "Yes."

"I dreamed of my dad," Yan Hang sighed, "I originally dreamed that he should be very happy, but in the end I dreamed of a case, which was very scary."

"He's okay now, he's all right," said the first day of the month, "the injury has healed early."

"Yes," Yan Hang turned around and entered the room, slapped his ass with a hand, "Get up, I'm going to the hotel earlier today."

"What?" Sitting up on the first day of the new year.

"Today I'm going to the back kitchen to make some dishes," Yan Hang said, "I am ready to enter the back kitchen."

"Really?" Chu Yi jumped out of bed and followed Yan Hang, "Yes, I will be Yan from now on, chef?"

"I really dare to think," Yan Hang smiled, "I just have a chance to go to the back kitchen and follow, assistant or something, where can I be the chef, let our chef hear you."

"In the future, yes." said the first day.

Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him on his mouth: "Very good at talking."

Yan Hang's journey to the back kitchen was fairly smooth, less than a month, after a few assessments, he went to work in the back kitchen as he wished.

For the first year of junior high school, although the money is not as much as the foreman, as long as Yan Hang is happy, it is good work.

The only regret is that... the uniform is not as good as the front hall!

Standing in front of the mirror in the locker room, Yan Hang took a picture of him and sent it over.

-White clothes fluttering

-Don’t beautify the chef’s clothes like this. The clothes won’t move either.

-The black apron is still beautiful

-Is that an apron?I thought it was a skirt, but you didn't take it all

Yan Hang had to take another photo of his whole body, black pants.

-This dress can only be supported on the face

First day reply.

-You can't see anymore when you come to eat

-If I go to eat, can I eat your cooking?

-No, I might be able to eat the dishes that I started

The first day of the new year looked at the phone and smiled for a long time.

In fact, if you look at it a few more times, you won't find it ugly. After all, it's Yan Hang, and he doesn't need any clothes.

Yan Hang's work as a back kitchen soon adapted. In the first year of junior high, he could feel that he was happier in the back kitchen than when he was the foreman. Every day he would tell him what he did today and what he learned secretly. .

When I was a foreman, I hardly heard him talk about work in the first year of junior high school.

As soon as the days are at ease, time will pass quickly. On the first day of the junior high school, I always feel that this semester has just begun, and I'm about to take the final exam if I haven't recovered.

Today, they went to the auto repair factory in groups with the teacher. The teacher drove them in the school's broken car. The people in the dormitory were more excited than they were on holiday.

"Can we have a car that really has a problem today?" Hu Biao asked the teacher.

"You can listen to it," the teacher said, "Want to get started? It's early."

"Maybe we are geniuses," Zhang Qiang said. "I have never had a chance to touch the whole car. We can't develop our capabilities."

"You guys in the auto repair group, if you want to say who is a bit like that," the teacher said, "It is only the first year of the junior high school, so it is far from genius. Soak in the training room every day in the first year. Know to fall in love."

"No," Gao Xiaoyang said. "I didn't fall in love. I mainly sleep and don't have time to fall in love."

Several people were happy.

I was sitting in the position of the co-driver on the first day of the junior high school. I was a little bit emotional. There were a few cars in the school, except for the one that the principal sometimes drove out to fill the front. Everything else was not very good.

After driving for a while, when the teacher stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, he heard a very light ticking sound in the lively chat of a group of people, which was quite rhythmic.

He listened carefully, and the sound reappeared during the second acceleration.

"No machine, oil?" He turned his head and asked the teacher.

"Really?" the teacher asked back.

"Tick, ticking," said the first day of the new year, "when speeding up, when."

"Did you see," the teacher tilted his head and said to the people behind, "you know that when you talk, your ears are all white. Have you ever told you how to find faults through abnormal noise?"

"I didn't hear it." Li Ziqiang stretched his head to the front row. "We can't hear you sitting in the back row."

"You can't hear you sitting in the front row," the teacher said.

"It's easy for you to force us to isolate the first year of junior high school," Zhou Chunyang said. "The tradition of our dormitory is to exclude outstanding students from being isolated."

The first day of the new year laughed.

"What if it's not the oil problem?" the teacher asked the first grade.

"Valve, gap," said the first day of the day, "just adjust it, if it's still, it will have to split hair, motivation."

"Well," the teacher nodded, "the cost of dismantling the engine for a comprehensive inspection is high. Adding oil, changing filters, and adjusting valves are all cheaper maintenance methods."

Several people in the back row made a neat "um".

The first couple was very interested in auto repair, especially when standing on the spot.

Seeing those mechanics drilling under the car, there is a sense of accomplishment inexplicably, and he always feels that this job is very suitable for him, without talking or communicating too much.

If there is a problem, find the problem, and fix the problem.

Doriso.

"My car always has that sighing sound, hissing," a eldest sister was talking to the maintenance staff, "Sometimes you can't hear it if you don't pay attention, but you can hear it in a little quiet, weird frightening."

"What could be the problem?" the teacher asked them in a low voice.

"The cylinder head gasket is leaking." Su Bin rushed to say.

In fact, it's okay if you don't grab it. The people in the dormitory seem to know that no one is going to answer.

"Well, it's possible," the teacher looked at the first year of the middle school again, "what do you think?"

"The vacuum tube is broken and the vacuum leaks..." He said that he stood at the front of the car with the maintenance brother, "right?"

"Yes," the little brother nodded, "This location is not easy to find, you have to listen to where the voice is."

"Here." Chuyi bent over and stared at it, then pointed at the voice.

"It seems to be," the little brother also looked at, then looked back at the teacher, "intern this year?"

"No," the teacher held his arm, "it must be next year, bring it over today and feel it, just take a look."

After returning to the dormitory, a few people went to the cafeteria to eat together. Hu Biao whispered: "Su Bin is quite upset today."

"It is recommended that he make an appointment with the first day of the junior high school," Zhou Chunyang said. "Jealousy enhances the fighting power of a person, and maybe he can beat the first one."

"That's impossible." Li Ziqiang tutted twice.

In the first year of junior high school, he also knew that he made Su Bin a little bit faceless today, but the problems they both said were possible, but it happened that the vacuum tube was broken. He sighed: "It's all Ji, Ji..."

"It's all dick." Hu Biao nodded.

"Insane," Wu Xu choked with a laugh, "what the hell are you picking up?"

"It's all basic." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Are you irritating?" Zhang Qiang looked at the first day of the junior high school. "We didn't answer, you said it was the basics, right?"

"Yes." The first day of the new year continued to nod.

"Make an appointment." Zhang Qiang said.

"Okay." Nodding on the first day.

"Have you seen it," Hu Biao couldn't smile, "Gu Ge is different now."

"It's not wasted that you forcibly promote it for a year." Zhou Chunyang said.

On the first day of the new year, I remembered the first time I heard someone other than Yan Hang call him Brother Gou. Time really flies.

At that time, he was still a dwarf, he didn't dare to speak, and he was particularly afraid of being watched.

A year later, when he thought of himself at that time, although he could still experience that feeling, he had already begun to feel a little strange to that feeling.

"Do you have any arrangements for the summer vacation?" Yan Hang sat on the sofa with a travel brochure in his hand, "Do you want to go out for a trip?"

"Ms. Wang said, introduce the summer job and do it to me." On the first day of the new year, lying on the sofa with the armrests, he put his feet on Yan Hang's legs and swayed, "Awesome?"

"Nice," Yan Hang nodded, "Looking at your dangling feet, you know how proud you are."

On the first day of the year, he smiled and shook it twice.

"When will it start?" Yan Hang asked.

"Mid July." said the first day.

"Then there will be half a month." Yan Hang nodded.

"How?" asked the first day.

"Want to go out to play?" Yan Hang said, "I have five days of annual leave..."

On the first day of the new year, I was stunned, and then jumped up and shouted: "Really!"

Yan Hang was taken aback by him, and the book in his hand was thrown directly on his face: "Fake!"

"Ah." Chuyi looked at him.

"What the fuck I want to hold is a knife, and you have to let me slash your head now," Yan Hang glared at him, "I was shocked. It's a big dog. Where's the dog, the milk dog is better than you." Calm."

"I'm happy," Lu Yi rubbed him against him, "Wang!"

"Go away." Yan Hang lay on the armrest on the other side of the sofa and continued to read the travel brochure.

On the first day of the junior high school, he immediately fell down, leaned on him, hugged Yan Hang, and put the tip of his nose close to his neck and took a hard breath: "Brother Xiaotian, change the perfume."

"Well," Yan Hang scratched his hair, "the nose is good, does it smell good?"

"It smells good," said the first day of the new year, "you are, you are already smelling."

"This flattery shot," Yan Hang sighed, "all traces."

Chuyi buried his face on his shoulders, and asked after a while: "Really? Go play."

"Well," Yan Hang tapped on his head with a pamphlet, "Do you have a place you want to go? You can go back and forth in five days."

"No." said the first day of the new year, "I'm with you, wherever you go, it's fine."

"I, there is a place I want to go," Yan Hang said hesitantly. "It's not a tourist hotspot, but it's quite fun."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"I just want to ask your opinion," Yan Hang said, "I want to go there for a reason, but if I want to take you there..."

Lu raised his head and looked at him: "Do you want to go back home?"

Yan Hang also looked at him with some surprise, and after a while, he said, "This exchange of ideas is kind of magical."

"I feel like you have gone everywhere, have been there," Chu Yi smiled, "I want to go, nothing else, other places."

"Well," Yan Hang pressed down on the back of his head and kissed him. "I never thought of going back and have a look. I didn't think there was any special relationship with me... But now, just I kind of want to see it again, and I want to see my mom, it’s not too far away."

"Then go." said the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

Yan Hang didn't know why he suddenly had such thoughts. He had never thought of going back and have a look before. He hardly remembered the place where he was born.

Maybe it's that life is very peaceful now, so he has time and mood to think about the past.

The mother he hadn't seen, his father who had disappeared for a long time, the only connection between them was there.

There is another point he didn't tell the first year of junior high school. He always felt that Dad would go there.

Although he has worked hard to keep himself from wondering where his father is and how he is now, after all, this is his only support and backer in his turbulent life for so many years, and he always wants to find a trace of peace of mind.

The final exam for the first year of junior high was just like his current job. There was basically no suspense, and it went smoothly as expected.

"It's just that the culture class is a bit miserable." Yan Hang said while packing his luggage.

"No way," Chu threw a bed of his own clothes, and picked out a few pieces to take out. "After all, it's a professional, professional talent, good professional, it's fine."

"Your shameless spirit is worth learning from the whole school." Yan Hang said.

"Are you really driving, driving?" Chuyi looked at him.

"Don't change the subject." Yan Hang said.

"Two swordsmen, driver," said the first day of the day, "you can't touch it in a year, you can't drive a car once."

"You always touch the car, right," Yan Hang said, "you haven't touched the whole car."

"Touched." said the first day.

"All bad." Yan Hang said.

"You are not young, you are naive." The first one sighed.

"Don't worry," Yan Hang lay down on a pile of clothes, "You are in the car, I will drive carefully."

"Yeah." Chu Yi threw on him and rubbed hard with his arms around a few times.

"Get down." Yan Hang said, "You are not a puppy anymore, you know, you can't get enough of your anger."

"I," stood up on the first day of the junior high school and leaned against the wall, "one meter eight, eight..."

"Smelly shameless, you have a big ass." Yan Hang said.

"Eight two." said the first day.

"I was 1.8 meters tall three years ago." Yan Hang said.

"You are three and three centimeters long in three years," said the first day of the new year. "I have three and ten centimeters in three years."

"That's because your base number is small. You had to be only 1.2 meters in the second grade. You are more than sixty centimeters longer now." Yan Hang looked at the first grade.

The child is not very tall. When I usually watch the first year of junior high school, I don't feel that this kid has grown much taller. When I stare at it, I will find that the poor little kid back then is completely invisible.

Gee, scary.

Traveling is nothing unusual for Yan Hang. He travels with his father for three days and two. He has traveled in any form. He has driven by himself. Dad bought an eight-handed car and drove. Sold the ninth lot after selling two places.

But for the first year of junior high school, traveling is a very exciting event.

The two of them had never really traveled anywhere, that is, they returned home, but they were not very happy.

When I woke up in the morning, my eyes were dark at the first time, and I was so excited that I didn't fall asleep all night.

When taking the car keys with Cui Yi downstairs, Cui Yi laughed: "You have not slept after being excited for half a month, aren't you sleepy?"

"Passengers are all in, and they go to sleep when they get in the car," said the first day of the morning, "that's called traveling."

"Drive slowly, stop and rest when you see the rest stop," Cui Yi confessed to Yan Hang, "I have taken care of the car... In fact, it's okay if you don't maintain it, right? Is it the first year of the new year?"

"I can repair it."

"It's nice to be young, to be so awful to be so awkward," Cui Yi glanced at him with a smile, patted Yan Hang on the shoulder, "Give you the address, right?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Be careful." Cui Yi said.

"I know." Yan Hang pulled the door and got into the car.

"In addition to driving safety, other safety should also be paid attention to." Cui Yi looked at him.

"Yeah, I know." Yan Hang nodded.

When the car drove out of the gate of the community, Chu Yi put down the window excitedly, leaned his head to the window, and felt the moist warm wind blowing on his face.

"Close the window," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to turn on the air conditioner, it's too hot."

"No." The first day of the junior high school said very simply.

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "I will blow you back on the high-speed hairline in a while."

"That's it, it's like traveling," the first half squinted, "the warm wind, the sun, the running tree, and the radio station and, and..."

Turning his head to look at him on the first day of the new year: "With a couple."

Yan Hang laughed, stretched out his hand to turn on the radio on the car, and searched for a music station casually: "Is that right?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Are you pretending to force Xiao Huangwen, a literary and artistic youth, to read too much," Yan Hang said, "Why didn't you count the shaking of the car with the hood on?"

"There is also the back of the car, the back seat." said the first day.

"Damn," Yan Hang glanced at him, "I found out that you really have a bad study. Did you learn from the little miscellaneous hairs in your dormitory?"

"No." The first one rubbed his nose with some embarrassment.

After driving out of the city, the cars on the road have changed. Many cars with suitcases drove by them, and many people went out to play in the summer vacation.

Looking at it all the way, I feel that the trip has started.

When a hot damp wind blew into the car, Yan Hang blew a very loud whistle toward the outside of the car window.

"Crazy." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Happy." Yan Hang said.