A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang is really a person who rarely cries. Compared to his sore nose when he was fine, he always felt that Yan Hang was really strong on the first day of the junior high. Uncle Yan is a calm old fox, and Yan Hang is a particularly strong little fox.

Only in the few cases where he couldn't control his emotions and cried, did he feel that Yan Hang was not as strong as he showed.

He is just good at hiding and disguising.

On the first day of the new year, I squatted in front of the tombstone. The surroundings were very quiet. There were occasional bird calls and a few unknown insects.

Apart from this, there was no sound, and even Yan Hang's cry was not heard.

But he could feel it with his hand on Yan Hang's back, and Yan Hang was indeed crying.

There was no sound at all.

Just sit on the ground and hug his knees, with his face buried in his arms.

He couldn't feel Yan Hang's current mood at the First One Meeting, he could only guess.

After all, he didn't have such a deep relationship with his dad. When he knew that his dad was arrested, his nose was a bit sore, but he wanted to know why.

Yan Hang is different. Yan Hang and Uncle Yan have always been together. Although they don’t have a fixed home, they don’t have a home in the traditional sense, but as Yan Hang said, home is not just a name, but people and feelings. With Uncle Yan, it's home.

After Uncle Yan disappeared, Yan Hang seemed to be doing well, except that he would suffer from insomnia as before, and he did not add any other negative performance.

But until now, after seeing these traces of Uncle Yan.

The feeling of loss suddenly broke out again.

Uncle Yan had not heard from him for so long, but suddenly discovered that he had a recent photo of Yan Hang in his hand.

He didn't know whether Yan Hang was feeling wronged, pleased, angry, or missing.

On the first day of the junior high school, there was no sound of comfort, but kept his hands on Yan Hang's back.

He could not find anything to comfort him, nor did he feel that Yan Hang needed comfort now.

It's good to cry, and you have to cry when you want to cry. Why should you persuade him not to cry.

At the beginning, he hid the small objects from Mili back in the same way. He used to think that Uncle Yan was a very interesting person. Now that he saw these, he felt that Uncle Yan was still a very gentle person.

Chu Jianxin was arrested and released. He should have known it. He should also know that the police had already cleared what happened at that time. Why didn't he show up yet?

Lu Yi sighed gently.

Yan Hang cried for a short time, at least much shorter than him.

But Yan Hang has been buried in his arms and did not raise his head. On the first day of the first day of the new year, people who knew why Yan Hang was so particular and even concealed himself would certainly not raise his head when his eyes were still red.

When the shadow of the pine and cypress next to him moved from Yan Hang to the arm of the first day of the month, Yan Hang sighed slightly, raised his head, and glanced at him.

Sure enough, the eyes were no longer red, and the tip of his nose was not red. Except for a trace of the clothes on his forehead, Yan Hang couldn't even tell that he had cried just now.

"Let's go," he stood up slowly, with his hands on his knees, and after a while, he straightened up and stretched out. "It's just time to drive back for dinner."

"Well," Chu nodded, "I want to stay, what to keep, so let Uncle Yan, Uncle know..."

"No," Yan Hang glanced at the incense burner. "He stretched out his hand and touched it and knew that someone had moved, and the things could not be put back in place."

"He can still remember, remember this?" The first day of junior high school was a little surprised.

"Not sure," Yan Hang smiled, "but he often surprises me."

After leaving the cemetery, Yan Hang felt that he was also distracted by the constantly changing streetscape, and his emotions slowly eased a lot, looking at the sight of the road slowly becoming more prosperous.

Cui Yi shouldn't know about his father's photo, otherwise Cui Yi would not let him over, and because of his father's character, he decided to hide, so he would not let anyone know easily.

"What are you going to eat?" asked at the side of the first day.

"What hotel Lao Cui introduced, I picked the closest one," Yan Hang said, "I couldn't find the name of the store on the navigation, so I could only use the name of the street. I looked at it in the past. He hasn't been back for many years. It may be demolished."

"You are nostalgic for him." Chu Yi smiled.

"Well," Yan Hang gave a direction, followed the navigation prompts and drove the car on a small road. "After more than ten years, if you return home, you can also be nostalgic. The supermarket, the vegetable market, ten yuan Three pairs of underwear..."

"Ten yuan and five items are all," said the first day of the new year, "I pass through."

"I didn't dye you red." Yan Hang sighed.

"It's okay," Chu Yi laughed, "I walked through one, and the color has been fading all the time, after washing out the hole, and then falling off, I still think it is, it is not just dyed, dyed, ah, no cloth. "

Yan Hang laughed for a long time: "Hey, I grew up in a big city anyway, and the quality of life is not as good as that of children in the mountains."

"It's all right now," said the first day of the new year. "The underwear is all striped and patterned."

"That's mine." Yan Hang said, "have you bought it yourself, stingy."

"If you are not convinced, anger can pass through me, mine," said the first day of the new year. "Ten yuan three, the color will not fade."

"Get off." Yan Hang looked out the window, "You look at the sign on the side of the road, the restaurant is better for the two of you."

"Yeah." Chu Yi looked out the car window.

Driving across the street, I didn’t see a restaurant called "Brother Hao", but there was a grocery store called "Brother Hao". There were slippers and sandals, which blocked the signs by the door. At first glance, I saw a good word.

"Go ask." Yan Hang parked the car on the side of the road.

The two got out of the car and walked to the door of the grocery store. The lights were not turned on, the light was quite dim, and they couldn't see if there was anyone.

"Ah!" Shouted from the inside on the first day.

Yan Hang looked at him inexplicably, "Do you think there are voice-controlled lights here?"

"What are you going to buy?" An uncle came out from inside.

"Someone," said the first day.

Yan Hang was very convinced by his way of greeting.

"Hello, uncle," Yan Hang greeted uncle, "I want to inquire..."

The uncle stared at him and kept watching. He was a little embarrassed to see him, and he almost couldn't say anything: "Is your shop always open here?"

"Yes," the uncle looked at him, "for decades."

"Then, do you know that there was a restaurant here that was also called brothers, okay?" Yan Hang asked.

"This is where I am," the uncle pointed at his feet, "Brothers are good restaurants. They won't open them if they are too old to stand tired."

"Oh," Yan Hang was stunned. "You also opened the restaurant? Is it a store now?"

"Yes," the uncle looked at him and asked with some hesitation, "your surname is Yan?"

On the first day of the month, he turned his head and looked at Yan Hang. Yan Hang was also stunned: "Yes."

"It looks really like your dad, I recognize it at a glance," the uncle said, "exactly the same."

"My dad used to come here to eat?" Yan Hang asked immediately.

"I have to come back every few days," the uncle raised his head triumphantly, "I will never forget the spare ribs and sauced duck here."

"Is he coming with a friend or... coming with my mother?" Yan Hang asked a little hard, the word "my mother" was really strange to him.

"Your mother should have been here once or twice," the uncle thought for a while, "I didn't come again afterwards. Your dad always comes with friends. I remember Xiao Cui."

"He is Old Cui now," Yan Hang said, "He gave me your address here."

"It's a pity to be late," the uncle smiled, "I can't eat it now."

"Yes." Yan Hang sighed, a little surprised.

"Your parents and Xiao Cui are all okay? It's been more than ten years, and I often see other old diners, but they have never seen them again." The uncle said.

"It's all good," Yan Hang said, "It's far away, and it's not easy to come back once."

"Yes," the uncle nodded, "After more than a decade, the sons of young people are young."

Before leaving here, Yan Hang took a picture of the uncle, and took a picture of him and the good shop behind his brother.

After returning to the car, he sent the photo to Cui Yi.

-Grandpa still remembers Xiao Cui and Xiao Yan

Middle-aged people like Cui Yi generally don't know how to type a reply, and he just returned a voice.

"Fuck me," he said.

Yan Hang started the car, drove the car out of this road, and wandered around the street, waiting to find a delicious restaurant nearby on his phone on the first day of the new year.

"Well," the first day of the day pointed to the phone, "the restaurant applauded, it's delicious."

Yan Hang smiled: "Okay."

"I'll buy an excellent coupon." said the first day.

"...I'm a treat." Yan Hang sighed.

"You can give, give me cash," said the first day, "original price."

"Go away," Yan Hang sighed, "Navigate over."

This restaurant is delicious, the decoration is also very good, the waiter smiles very hard, three cups of chicken is very good.

Just the portion is small. After eating a plate of three cups of chicken on the first day of the new year, he sighed: "I said it was quite cheap. It turned out to be so small."

"Normal people have enough food," Yan Hang said, "people are designed according to normal people."

"We dog," said the first day of the new year, "not enough, after applying, we need another plate."

"Anything else?" Yan Hang asked.

"What is that, what?" He looked at the table next to him and asked in a low voice, "Pile, pile up, one."

"Toast," Yan Hang glanced, "It should be ice cream on top."

"I want to eat." said the first day.

"Okay," Yan Hang called the waiter and ordered him these two items. "You will taste it later. I'm not sure about three cups of chicken. If you want toast, I can make it for you."

"Yeah." Chu Yi smiled and nodded.

The first one was a blueberry toast, which tasted very good. He ate two thirds of it by himself.

"It's so good in summer." Yan Hang sighed.

"Longer." said the first day.

"Hurry up, let me see if it's two meters long," Yan Hang said.

"Only one meter nine, I can look down and look at you." Chu Yi patted his stomach contentedly, "Now I can stand up and I can bend down and look down on you."

"Can you stutter a little bit," Yan Hang said, "Which stutter do you think you talk so much?"

"I'm the one who stutters the most," said the first day of the new year, "the most talkative, the most stuttering."

"Check out." Yan Hang stood up.

He took his mobile phone to the bar on the first day of the junior high. He probably never had a chance to check out with his mobile phone. He stared at his mobile phone seriously all the way.

"There are three or more discounts," said the first day of the new year, "it's great."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

"No money, give it to me," Chu Yi sighed, "Sister Bai's agent, the agency fee is paid, but you haven't paid it yet."

"Right," Yan Hang snapped his fingers, "I almost forgot."

He glanced at him on the first day.

"I can't forget others," Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulder, "you don't remember much."

When I came out of the restaurant, the sky outside was still dark, but the lights on the street were already on.

This kind of prosperous feeling is actually not special, whether it is at home or where I go to school now, such night scenes are very common.

But for the first year of junior high school, it is indeed different.

This is a completely strange city, the destination of his travels.

When I ran all the way to find Yan Hang before, I saw an unfamiliar city. In addition to expectations and hopes, there was more nervousness and confusion.

Now it is different. Now because there is Yan Hang by his side, because this is his and Yan Hang's common experience, all the strangeness has become novel and beautiful.

This is not a particularly professional tourist destination, but compared to seeing all kinds of tourists, the feeling of walking slowly among the local people is also wonderful.

"Thirst?" Yan Hang asked, "There is an ice cream shop in front of you."

"No ice cream, quench your thirst." said the first day.

Yan Hang tweeted: "Want to eat ice cream?"

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"Go eat, go," Yan Hang patted him on the back, "I find you really annoying sometimes."

"I only posted it now. I found it was a bit late, too late." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Acknowledged." Yan Hang said.

Strolling in the street, eating ice cream, and wandering around the video game city are all the daily lives of ordinary classmates who were envious of but dared not to envy before the first year of junior high.

After coming out to school, he has lived such a daily life, but now all this is different because "this is part of the trip".

He and Yan Hang even went to see a midnight movie after a few hours of shopping.

Although it's a movie in which it is hard to see that several people leave the stage and he can't even remember what he said.

The night was spent with gusto.

When I returned to the hotel, I felt very tired. In the bath, Yan Hang slapped him on his legs for a few times before throwing him up into the bathroom.

"It's so tiring to travel." He sighed with his arms and legs spread out on the bed after the shower.

"It's too easy for you to pass away," Yan Hang said. "Whoever goes to travel is to go shopping in another city to watch a movie."

"The two of us," the first day of the junior high school smiled comfortably, "I think this is travel, not like others, people."

"Brother Gou said well." Yan Hang clapped him, pushed him aside, and lay on the bed.

"Are you tired?" asked the first day.

"Tired," Yan Hang said, "tired wholeheartedly."

"It's also high, please be happy," the first day of the day turned his head, "After all, I know, I know Uncle Yan..."

"Unhappy," Yan Hang gritted his teeth, "I'm so angry."

Lu Yi smiled.

"The old fox doesn't know where to hide and take pictures of me," Yan Hang sighed. "I can feel one of a hundred people staring at me, but I didn't notice him taking pictures."

"You are all taught by him," said the first day of the new year. "It's definitely better than, better than you. Maybe you still have it. If you have a secret recipe, you have it."

"Sure." Yan Hang nodded.

"See you later, I will meet you," said the first day of the new year.

"Okay." Yan Hang laughed and coughed twice at the beginning, "How about you come to force a confession?"

"No, problem." Chuyi shook a fist.

The trip to the cemetery has been completed, and the harvest has exceeded Yan Hang's expectations. The next few days will be a real trip.

But he still didn't sleep that night.

The one beside him slept like a pig on the first day of the year. The bed was originally small, but he kept arching toward him. Finally, he simply sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

In this way, he didn't evade, he continued to squeeze over and hug his leg on the first day.

"Why is your mother so annoying?" Yan Hang slapped him on the back.

In the first day of the year, he didn't even hum, and there was no movement at all.

"You can't wake up?" Yan Hang patted him again.

On the first day of the new year, I still slept motionlessly as if I had too much sleeping pills.

"Dogzi!" Yan Hang continued to shoot him.

The first day of the new year chirped.

"Wag the tail!" Yan Hang flicked his face twice.

Scratched his face on the first day.

"Sleep, you," Yan Hang sighed and rubbed his face. "It's nice to be okay."

Yan Hang is very envious of the first year of junior high. He lives in a simple life and thinks about things, but he is not too entangled in his thinking, and his emotions will not fluctuate particularly severely. After all, he grew up in such a family and has not been destroyed. The child's psychological endurance is stronger than that of a person like him who has been spoiled by his father no matter how.

"Dog," Yan Hang pinched a bunch of hair at first, "Dog, dog, GOGOGO! Alealeale..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he was really at ease. Chu Jianxin was arrested and acquitted. Although the uncle Yan he was most worried about was still in secret, he was already sure that he was safe.

For the first year of junior high school, I feel relieved.

Yan Hang yawned, what about himself?

In fact, it can be said to be relieved. Even if the photo was taken secretly when he was a foreman, it hasn’t been long since now. Moreover, the photo is old and the edges are a little fluffy. It can be seen that it is also placed in the photo pendant. Not a short time.

Gee.

Dad actually still has this kind of girlish mind, he misses Dad so much, and he didn't expect to hide the photo in the pendant, just take a look... at most, he turned on his phone and glanced at it.

Yan Hang didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he was already lying down, but he was hugged tightly by the first day of the year.

"Fuck, I've never seen a dog like you," Yan Hang was speechless, grabbing the arm of the first year of the junior high school and swiping him aside, "Get out! No dog food today!"

After being lifted by him on the first day of the new year, he turned over and disappeared from the bed with a bang.

Yan Hang was stunned, and quickly sat up.

The reaction in the first year of junior high was faster than that of a dog, and he jumped up from the ground like a spring and stood by the bed while hem.

"Little brother, kung fu is okay." Yan Hang looked up at him.

I didn't speak on the first day of the first year of the new year. I was stunned for a long time before regaining my senses. I stared at the bed and looked at him again. He gritted his teeth and said, "You evil, bully!"

"You fucking..." Yan Hang was very shocked, but he lowered his head and glanced at the bed. Only then did he find that he had fallen asleep to the side of the bed. According to the posture just now, if he didn't hold him in the first grade, he would have fallen off long ago. When he got out of bed, he raised his head again and nodded when he looked at Chu, "Yes, I am a bully."

"I, one night," took the clothes on the first day of the new year, and sighed while wearing them, "I dreamed of being hanging on the edge of the cliff, holding a stone, not dare to loosen it, let go..."

"Fuck off," Yan Hang laughed, lying on the bed looking at him, "You kept squeezing me last night, I haven't settled the account with you yet."

"The revenge is too strong." Chu threw his clothes on the bed, turned and went into the bathroom to wash.

Yan Hang laughed on the bed for a while before getting out of the bed slowly, walked to the window and opened the curtains, and stretched out.

The sunshine today is good, although I must be sweaty when I go out, but if I go to scenic spots, it is more comfortable to have sunshine.

"Wash! Face brush! Teeth!" Lu Yi shouted out his head from the bathroom.

"Oh fuck," Yan Hang was startled and turned his head, "I was scared to death."

"So no, don't be scared, how can you walk the rivers and lakes," said the first day of the new year. "Breakfast coupons are eight. It's past eight thirty!"

"Fart," Yan Hang said, "at half past nine, maybe ten."

"Let me see," came out on the first day of the new year, took out his coat, took out the breakfast coupon in his pocket and took a look, "At half past nine, how did you know, Dao? Oh you, just at the hotel, work ."

"Do you still hide the two early counting tickets in your pocket?" Yan Hangle is now, and he doesn't know what to say.

"The buffet." said the first day.

"Silly dog," Yan Hang went over to hug him and rubbed his head and back vigorously. "Do you think the buffet breakfast delivered is the same as the one we eat in the revolving restaurant?"

"At least no, unlimited." Chu Yi said firmly.

"Okay, hurry!" Yan Hang let go of him and rushed into the bathroom, and quickly began to wash, "I have to make you a stingy man sooner or later."

"Two hundred thousand, the car." said the first day.

"Good." Yan Hang almost choked on toothpaste foam.

The hotel’s breakfast buffet was okay. There were porridge, noodles, soy milk, and various buns, dumplings and dim sum.

"I thought you were going to eat everything on that table," Yan Hang walked into the elevator, "ambitious."

"Save some for goodbye, someone else." said the first day of the month.

A little girl in a waiter's uniform walked in behind them. After coming in, she asked: "Which floor are you going to?"

"First floor." Yan Hang said.

The little girl helped them press the button on the first floor, and Yan Hang smiled, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The little girl stepped aside and glanced at their faces from time to time.

When they got out of the elevator on the first floor, the little girl asked behind them in a low voice, "Is it Xingtian?"

Yan Hang paused and turned around.

"My God," the little girl yelled in a low voice, covering her mouth, "Is it? Brother Xiaotian and the puppy!"

"...Take it out and kill it." Yan Hang said.

"Don't don't, don't stop talking," the little girl hurriedly waved, "I won't say anything if I don't take pictures. I just get excited by myself. I like you two very much. I think you two are very handsome. The puppy is so cute and so cute. It's..."

Before Yan Hang could speak, the little girl turned around and ran away down the corridor, whispering "handsome, cute and cute" all the way.

"You are completely violent and exposed." said the first day.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled, turned and walked towards the hotel entrance.

"Don't keep it, it's not a god, it's a secret." said the first day.

"Don't hold it anymore." Yan Hang moved his arm.

"Why, what?" said on the first day of the new year, "I will rely on it in the future.

"I really want to smoke you," Yan Hang sighed, and put his arm around his shoulder, "In the future, it will be different from before."