A Lucky Coin

There are many people who travel during the summer vacation. Fortunately, their school is a few days earlier than the regular high school vacation. When they set out, the large-scale summer self-driving tour group has not yet started.

But just like that, I lined up for a while on the highway.

On the first day of the new year, he leaned over the window and looked out: "Then, that over there, why don't you just wait in line, go by."

"That's the ETC channel. If you want to apply for a card, you can scan the license plate directly," Yan Hang slowly moved the car forward, "You don't need to pick up the card on the spot, and you don't have to line up to pay when you get off the highway."

"Oh," Chu nodded, "you buy in the future, and you can do it when you buy a car, let's have one."

Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed: "It's so easy to say."

"I'll make it for you, make some," the first day of the new year turned his head and looked at him, "I will go to work next year."

"Okay," Yan Hang nodded, "make a plan, 200,000 cars, how about you collect 50,000 for me."

"No problem," said the first day.

Yan Hang smiled and opened the car window, and took the card handed over by the toll collector.

The toll collector is a little girl, with a very standard smile and said: "I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Happy journey." said the first day of the new year, "started the journey, the journey is now."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied. After passing the toll gate, he stepped on the accelerator. In the rearview mirror, he could see that the bangs lying on the window of the first day of the first year's forehead were blown into a big back and his eyes were blown out. .

"Not closing the window?" he asked again.

"It's not off." said the first day.

"There are two pairs of sunglasses in the bucket in front of you, one mine and the other old Cui's," Yan Hang said, "take one and put it on, and you will be blinded for a while."

"Well," opened Xiaodou on the first day of the first year, took out two glasses cases, opened it and looked at it, "this is blue, isn't it yours?"

"Yes," Yan Hang smiled and nodded, "The black one belongs to Old Cui. You can wear his."

"No," he took out the blue sunglasses and put on it on the first day of the new year, "I want it when it is fashionable."

"Very handsome," Yan Hang glanced at him, "With your big back, it looks like a gangster."

"Do you wear it?" said on the first day of the new year, "the road is reflective and light."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

On the first day of the new year, I took the black one and put it on for him, and then turned his head to stare for a long time: "It's like our black, social boy, brother."

"Yes, Brother Dog," Yan Hang said, "Brother Dog, do you think my car is ok?"

"Yes," Chu nodded, "Keep working hard."

Yan Hang previously calculated that if they didn’t take a break in the middle of the journey, it would take about four hours to drive to the place, but they would definitely have to take a break in the middle of the journey. He hadn’t ran a high speed, nor had he driven a car for so long, like Cui Yi confessed. , You have to pay attention to safety.

"I have a rest and stand now." The first day of the month leaned against the window and said.

"Okay," Yan Hang said, "pee, drink, eat, stretch your legs."

"Don't pee, say it first." said the first day.

Yan Hang laughed, slowed down, and entered the rest stop.

After going to the toilet, he washed his face again. When he came out, he was holding a cell phone and patted the surroundings.

"What are you going to shoot?" Yan Hang went over and took a look, and they all photographed people coming and going.

"Travelers," said the first day of the new year, "it's not the same as ordinary people."

"Well," Yan Hang also looked around, "This is true."

"Before you and Yan, Uncle," Chu Yi looked at him, "That's it, right?"

"It's not the same." Yan Hang stretched out and led him to the supermarket in the rest area. "We don't even have two pieces of luggage. It's not a trip. It's a migration. We walk at one stop, no purpose. And don’t look back."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year and looked down at the phone.

Travel, travel everywhere.

Before the first year of middle school, I wanted to travel very much. Every time I went back to school during summer vacation, the students around and around were talking about where they went during the summer vacation. He usually listened invisibly.

The farthest place he had visited before he went out to study was his grandpa's house. He had never thought of traveling.

It seems that no one in the whole family has thought about traveling. Grandma may not even leave the riverside area.

I picked a few photos on the first day of the new year and wanted to send them to Moments. After thinking about it, I felt that it was not enough, so I leaned to Yan Hang and said, "Brother Xiaotian, help me take a photo."

"Well," Yan Hang took some snacks and drinks, "What kind of shot?"

"I'm sitting in the driver's cab." The first day of the junior high school whispered embarrassedly.

"Okay," Yan Hang smiled, "you can also sit and lean on the front of the car, and I'll shoot you."

"Women, just like that," said the first day of the new year, "I want to ride, the cab."

After buying food, the two of them went to the parking lot. Yan Hang drove the car out of the parking space and parked next to the green lawn: "Taking here, the background is nice."

I got on the car on the first day of the new year, and after sitting in the cab, I didn’t know how to pose.

Although Yan Hang always said he was handsome, he knew that he was not like Yan Hang. He could just sit anywhere. Once he was frozen, he would be a hard photo. He had to have a concave shape, or he was still a dog.

"Hold your arms on the steering wheel," Yan Hang said, "then just turn your head and look at me. Take your triad sunglasses with you."

"Okay." Putting on sunglasses on the first day of the new year, cleared his throat.

He didn't know why he wanted to clear his throat, anyway, he cleared his throat, then put his arm on the steering wheel.

The horn gave a very loud sound.

"Hey!" He was startled.

I clear my throat probably for this roar.

"It's taken." Yan Hang said with a smile.

He didn't smile on the first day of the junior high school, and re-supported his arms on the direction frame very seriously, turning his head to look at him.

"Hey, it's so cool." Yan Hang pressed the shutter, "Close the door and take another one, and look out the window."

"Oh." On the first day of the new year, he closed the door, stretched his elbow out of the window, and leaned against the window.

"Pull down the sunglasses a bit." Yan Hang said again.

"It's troublesome." On the first day of the new year, he hooked the sunglasses with his finger and pulled it down.

"This action is handsome," Yan Hang clicked the shutter several times, "dog brother, let me remind you that after this kind of photo is posted to Moments, please refuse all kinds of teasing by the little girls."

"How to refuse, refuse?" asked the first day.

"Just don't reply." Yan Hang said.

"I didn't know what, how to go back." said the first day of the new year.

"That's great," Yan Hang said, "please keep your mentally retarded in this area."

After taking the photo, the two of them sat on the edge of the lawn and ate something and then set off.

"Like this feeling, feeling," said the first day of the new year, "on the road, running and running, there is you next to it."

Yan Hang didn't speak, stretched out his hand and squeezed his chin, and started the car.

The sun is very good, the wind smells of dust and mud and grass, and there are awkward chats from the radio anchor who have no words to talk to. From time to time, there will be intermittent music due to bad signals. The eyes point to the highway in the distance, and the distance is continuous. The green color, and the dog in the co-driver looking at the scenery by the window.

This feeling is really good.

Sometimes life is full of novelty and fun because of uncertainty, and people are disturbed because of too much uncertainty.

If there is someone who is sure to turn his head and see, all uncertainties will become alleviated.

I didn't sleep well last night on the first day of the new year. At this moment, I have been staring at the receding scenery outside. The hypnotic effect should be good. About an hour after leaving the rest station, Yan Hang found that he was asleep on the seat belt.

The posture is a bit ruinous, but very cute.

Yan Hang closed the car window and turned on the air conditioner.

The hot wind blew his face numb, and he didn't know where he came from the first day of the first year of the new year. He was always excited by the wind, and he almost stuck out his tongue.

After passing two rest stops, I woke up on the first day of the new year.

"I'm asleep." He said.

"Did you sleep well?" Yan Hang asked.

"Cool," Lu took a wet tissue and wiped it on his face. He looked down at the paper, "Fuck me."

"Oh, the dog would say I fucked." Yan Hang said.

"One, I always say," he took a piece of paper and continued to wipe his face on the first day of the new year. "I don't say it in person, that's it."

"Who scolded!" Yan Hang said.

"Improper, outsider face." The first day of the day added, he took a third piece of paper and rubbed it on his hair.

"It's all dark," Yan Hang sighed, "Do you still put your head in dust?"

Lu Yi smiled.

Before getting off the highway, they stopped again at the rest stop and filled the car with gas.

After exiting the high-speed toll booth, Yan Hang stopped by the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the navigation.

Looking around on the first day of the new year, the scene of Tianyuan has been much less. There are many tall buildings in the distance. The green belt in front of the road is very wide, the grass is very thick, and the fluffy looks very comfortable.

This is the city where Yan Hang was born.

Very strange feeling.

As the car continued to drive forward, Yan Hang said less. I don't know if it was for the purpose of hearing the navigation sound, or because there was something in his mind when he arrived in this city.

"Go to the hotel first," Yan Hang said, "Cui Yi gave the designated hotel and said that the traffic there is convenient and it is easier to go to the cemetery."

"Yeah." Chu nodded and looked out the window, "You remember, remember these places, Fang?"

"I don't remember," Yan Hang said, "I'm here in elementary school, and I've never been here. To me, this is basically a strange city."

"Oh." The first one responded.

"Actually, I don't remember where I lived when I was a kid." Yan Hang sighed, "I don't have any impressions. I didn't have any memories before I went to elementary school."

"Mentally handicapped," said the first day.

"Are you too late to clean up?" Yan Hang gave him a sideways look.

"I remember everything when I was three or three years old, so I can."

"I probably..." Yan Hang frowned, "I didn't remember it deliberately. Human brains are very smart, and things that are too painful are automatically forgotten."

Looking at Yan Hang on the first day of the new year, he said nothing.

Cui Yi’s designated hotel is still okay, and a new building was added this year. Their rooms are in the new building, and everything is new, at least it looks clean.

"We want one, and a bed is enough," he fell on the bed after entering the room on the first day of the year. "Two waves are too much, it's a waste."

"Then you go to the front desk and tell us that the two men are going to change to a double room." Yan Hang said.

"I'm just casual, just talk." Chuyi said with a smile.

Yan Hang went to the bathroom and took a turn, then opened the curtains to look outside: "The environment is okay. The parking lot outside the window is quiet, and you can see the car."

"Uncle Cui's car is pretty expensive, isn't it?" asked the first day.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "It's quite expensive for us, more than 700,000 yuan, we can't afford to lose it."

On the first day of the new year, I thought about it: "Then you will buy a car for two or two hundred thousand yuan. Is it too convenient and cheaper?"

"Lao Cui's first car was only 50,000 yuan," Yan Hang turned and threw himself on the bed, pressed on the first day of the junior high school, kissed him, and touched his eyebrows. "The 200,000 plan is already pretty good. ."

"Well," Chu Yi smiled, put his hand in Yan Hang's clothes and touched his back, "You can buy 200,000, can you buy a big car, SU, V."

"Yes, do you like big cars?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's convenient to travel," said the first day.

"Okay, I will have a car in the future, I will try to go out once a year." Yan Hang lowered his head and licked his neck lightly, and then sighed, "Damn, it's salty."

He didn't speak in the first day of the new year, he was happy.

"Go to the shower," Yan Hang got out of bed, "The pickled vegetables are not tasty anymore."

On the first day of the new year, he took the clothes and went to take a bath. He should still be in the excitement of traveling while washing and humming.

It's a pity that this person has grown for almost eighteen years, and he can count ducks in one go.

Yan Hang sighed and looked at the phone.

After three o'clock, I went out to the cemetery for a while. When I came back, I could catch up with dinner. Cui Yi gave him the addresses of several restaurants, saying that it tasted good.

Although Cui Yi didn't say it, it's not a high-class restaurant by name. It should be a small night market. Yan Hang estimated that these restaurants were places where Dad and him used to eat.

"Have you finished washing!" Yan Hang asked at the bathroom door.

"Wash your hair," said in the first day of the new year, "you take a bath for half an hour, and I haven't urged you."

Across the glass in the bathroom, Yan Hang could vaguely see the body of Junior One. He took out his phone and looked at the time again. It should be too late to increase his leisure activities.

So he went to get his change of clothes, opened the bathroom door and squeezed in.

"Why?" The first day of the day looked at him with a bubble of head.

"Guess." Yan Hang took off his shirt.

As soon as he took off his trousers, he jumped up and hugged him on the first day of the new year, and kissed him on his face and neck, making his face foamy.

After I finished my leisure activities and took a shower by the way, when I came out of the bathroom, I suddenly looked up nervously on the first day of the new year: "Will there be a camera, like a head!"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said while wiping his head, "for such a good figure, just take it if you take it. It's not shameful."

"What is this, what logic is it?" Chu Yi looked at him somewhat surprised.

"The logic of the handsome guy." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Lu Yi still looked at him.

"Hurry up," Yan Hang opened the curtains and looked out. "I will accompany me to the cemetery in a while, and then we will come back to eat some old Cui recommended...Recalling the old dinner."

"Okay," Chu Yi mentioned the pants, "what do you want to buy, what kind of incense, paper, paper money or something?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad shouldn't do this."

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Suddenly a little nervous.

He didn't know why he was nervous, but this nervousness has not disappeared since he and Yan Hang put on their coats and walked out of the room.

It's like... I'm nervous about seeing my parents.

Although he didn't know how the idea of ​​seeing his parents came up in the first year of junior high school, and he didn't know whether seeing his parents was such a nervousness, besides, he had never been so nervous when he saw Uncle Yan for the first time... But in short he Just nervous.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang probably sensed his emotions, and put his arms around him and asked in a low voice, "Are you... scared? Or wait for me in the room, and I will go by myself..."

"No, no, no," waved his hand quickly on the first day of the new year, "no."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'm tight and nervous." The first day of the month said softly.

"Nervous?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"See, see the parents." The voice in the first day of the junior high school became even smaller.

"It's just a tombstone," Yan Hang paused, and after a few seconds he couldn't hold back his voice, "You're going to laugh me to death, baby."

Tsk in the first day.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said. "You don't need to be nervous when you find a place in a while. I can just talk. I usually say that when I see my parents. Mom and Dad are my daughters-in-law. Bring them back for you to see..."

"Daughter-in-law?" Lu Yi looked at him.

"Wife?" Yan Hang also looked at him.

Nothing in the first day of the new year.

"Yes, it's not appropriate. It's a man anyway," Yan Hang nodded. "Then I can only say that this is my boyfriend, and I won't get married anyway."

At first, I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, I still didn't say it.

I just felt a little confused, and felt that there was a place where Yan Hang's expression seemed not correct enough, but he didn't know what it was.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of the city. When driving from the hotel, there is no fork in the road. It is less than an hour's drive and it is easy to find.

It is not time to sweep the tomb. The cemetery is quiet, with two or three cars parked in the parking lot.

Yan Hang took the number sent to him by Cui Yi and looked at the map next to him: "It should be on the hillside."

"The emptiness here, the air is really good." said the first day of the day.

"It's all trees and grass, no one yet," Yan Hang said, "Of course the air is better."

Walking along the road to the other side of the hillside, they didn’t talk any more. When he gently grasped his hand on the first day of the new year, he noticed that his palm was a little sweaty, and his fingers were cold on such a hot day. .

It's still a bit sad, for the mother who has never existed in memory.

The closer to the number, Yan Hang felt that his hands were colder and his footsteps were slow.

Tombstones and names record different lives.

Finally he stopped in front of a tombstone.

This is a husband and wife tomb, half of which has a black stele with names and photos on it, and the other half is empty.

This is the first time Yan Hang knows his mother's name.

Lu Xiaozhou.

Yan Hang smiled, kind of cute.

Looking at the newness of the tombstone, this should be when Dad came to replace it a few years ago.

The front of the tombstone was cleaned up. When they came over, they saw workers cleaning it. It should be done every day.

That being said, if Dad had been there, there would be no traces left.

Do not.

There are still.

Yan Hang squatted down. There was an incense burner in front of the tombstone. It was quite big, one size bigger than the one next door. There was an incense burner in it, but there were no burnt incense sticks. Yan Hang looked at the next tombstone. For the small incense burner, it is certain that the workers will not clean the incense burner.

Dad really doesn't make these incense and paper money... But why did he put a censer?

He hesitated and poke his finger at the rice in the incense burner.

Mili buried something.

He hooked his finger lightly, and a very beautiful little ring was brought out on his fingertips.

"Ah." The first day of junior high school was a little surprised on the side.

"Playing romance," Yan Hang smiled, "Guess what else?"

"Ring." said the first day.

"...The rings are all taken out," Yan Hang flipped through Mili again, then was stunned, "Fuck me? Go, go and set up a stall, fortune telling or something."

"Really?" The first day of junior high was also stunned.

"Well," Yan Hang took out another ring, "this one is older than the one just now."

"Every year, I buy one, right?" The first day of the new year also squatted down.

"It shouldn't be. I buy it every year. There should be a handful here," Yan Hang sighed slightly, and continued to flip through the rice. "This rice might have to be changed every year."

"New rice is delicious," said the first day of the new year. "Chen rice is not good anymore."

Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed: "Silly dog."

There are not too many things in Mili, three rings, a small pendant, a bracelet, two hearts on a cigarette pack paper stack, a few withered rose petals, and... a very small photo, cut It has become a round shape, and the edge should be in the photo pendant before.

Yan Hang picked up the photo and looked at it, his hand shook suddenly.

Although the photo is small, he is the person above, and he can see the details at a glance.

"Old fox." He gritted his teeth.

"Let's see, take a look." On the first day of the first day, he leaned in, then he was taken aback, then suddenly looked up at Yan Hang, "This is, yes, yes, this is you, you..."

"This is my foreman uniform." Yan Hang said.

"Why, how did he get it?" The first day of junior high school was very shocked.

"I don't know," Yan Hang stared at the photo. "It was not very clear. It should have been taken quite far away and then zoomed in."

"Yeah." Chuyi also stared at the photo.

"The old fox secretly photographed me," Yan Hang said, "this old fox secretly photographed me."

"Sue him." said the first day.

Yan Hang laughed, "Are you annoying?"

"Annoying." Junior One also smiled.

"This should be in the trash can downstairs. I smoke there every day." Yan Hang looked at the photo. "I don't know when it was taken. The uniform is the same every day."

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, and his brain was shaken to the point that he could no longer think.

Uncle Yan, who has been missing, has a photo of Yan Hang after he became the foreman.

"Suddenly photographed me," Yan Hang's voice lowered, "This person is too shameless. He actually photographed me secretly."

On the first day of the junior high school, he felt a little trembling in Yan Hang's voice, and he stretched out his arm to put his arm around Yan Hang's shoulder.

"It seems that I am handsome enough to be photographed by my father..." Yan Hang lowered his head and buried his face in his arms, "I want to sue him."

"Yeah." The first day of the month lightly patted Yan Hang on the back.

He heard Yan Hang's crying very softly.