A Lucky Coin

Yan Zhiyuan surrendered.

Cui Yi is really an individual posting person. In order not to give him a direct impact, he uses his father's name.

Let him have a buffer of at least two seconds.

Two seconds later, Yan Hang gently leaned against the corridor wall.

Dad turned himself in?

Dad actually turned himself in.

Dad finally surrendered.

"He wants to see a lawyer," Cui Yi said, "I will pass now."

"Are you representing his case?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, what?" Cui Yi said.

"Aren't you not professional enough? You are dealing with civil and commercial cases." Yan Hang said.

"Can Yan Zhiyuan hire two attorneys," Cui Yi said, "I don't charge any fees, don't do it for nothing."

Yan Hang smiled.

"Wait for my news at home tonight." Cui Yi said.

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

"This is a good thing," Cui Yi said, "you understand? No matter to whom, he is a good thing from the capital, and your dad is still very smart."

"Ah," Yan Hang replied, "I know."

"You adjust your emotions," Cui Yi heard the voice as he got into the car, "I am going to pass now."

"Please, Uncle Cui." Yan Hang said.

"Your mouth is sweetest when you ask for help," Cui Yi sighed, "Don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Hang went downstairs, stood beside the trash can, and lit a cigarette.

Adjust emotions.

In fact, he was quite stable, except for the initial shock.

Now he is calm.

Surprisingly calm.

It was like another shoe was finally thrown on the ground.

With a boom, all the feelings fell to the ground.

He took out his cell phone and sent a message to the first day of junior high school.

-My dad surrendered. Old Cui is here now

Within a second, the call on the first day of the new year came.

"You surrendered? Yan, Yan, Shu Zi Yan, did you surrender?" The voices of the first graders were all shaking, giving Yan Hang a feeling that he was his father's son on the first grade.

"Well," Yan Hang said, "Old Cui just called me, and it's still not clear what happened. He didn't know until he came back tonight."

"What about you, how are you?" asked the first day.

"Very good," Yan Hang said, "Don't worry."

"Oh," he paused on the first day, lowered his voice, "lick."

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Comfort." said the first day.

"Fuck." Yan Hang laughed, almost laughing off the cigarette he was holding. "Good dog."

He didn't want to hang up the phone in the first year of junior high, but Yan Hang was going to the back kitchen, and the dinner preparation time was approaching, so he could only hang up the phone.

He was worried about Yan Hang's emotions. Although he was shocked when he heard the news that Uncle Yan surrendered himself, everything was burrs, but overall he was relieved, at least Uncle Yan was okay.

But what kind of feeling this matter would feel for Yan Hang, he is completely unsure. Yan Hang is already insane...No, mentally?Psychological problems!Yes, there is a psychological problem, in case this is an excitement for him...

On the first day of the new year, he wrinkled his eyebrows, walked back to Li Xiao's car, picked up the spray gun and continued to wash the mud.

As soon as the water sprayed out, I heard Li Xiao shout: "Hey!"

On the first day of the new year, I quickly let go, and when I looked up, I found that the water in the spray gun passed over the front of the car and directly irritated Li Xiao.

"I'm sorry," Chu Yi was startled, grabbed a few tissues and ran over to wipe him, "I'll get you, get the towel."

"It's okay, it's okay," Li Xiao shook his clothes. "It's summer, when the temperature drops."

On the first day of the new year, he went to get a new car cleaning towel for him, and then settled down and continued to rush the car.

Today, there were not enough car wash personnel. When Li Xiao came over, no one wanted to come and suffer. He happened to come from the pit area and was immediately taken to wash the car for Li Xiao. He was still alone.

"Listen to your store manager," Li Xiao casually wiped his clothes with a towel, "you won't be coming after school in a few days?"

"Well," Chu nodded, "I'm summer, summer job."

"Weekends and holidays are not coming?" Li Xiao asked.

"Yeah." The first one responded.

"How long do you have to graduate?" Li Xiao continued to ask.

"Next year." The first day of the year replied.

"After graduating, do you still do auto repair?" Li Xiao said, "My car has not broken down, there is no chance for you to try it."

"I'll help in a while and help you get your hair out. The motivation is broken," said the first day of the month. "You are so expectant, wait."

Li Xiao laughed: "You are really interesting, I just like your strength."

He glanced at him on the first day of the new year, but said nothing.

"Really." Li Xiao said.

"Ah." The first day of the junior high school said. He was confused at the moment, and he didn't bother to figure out what Li Xiao meant. The part-time job was about to end anyway.

"Leave one phone." Li Xiao walked to him.

There was no sound on the first day of the new year.

"Make friends." Li Xiao looked at him.

He hesitated on the first day of the junior high school, and told Li Xiao his number. The two men wanted to leave a phone call to make friends. It seemed a bit inappropriate to refuse. Li Xiao did not act excessively.

"I can find you out for tea when you have time," Li Xiao said. "If you like dogs, you can also go to my place to play. I also have a farm where you can go outing with a dog..."

It choked on the first day.

After I washed the car for Li Xiao, it was almost time for him to leave work. At this moment, there was no one in the shop. I asked the store manager for half an hour to leave early on the first day of the new year.

"You don't need to ask for leave," the shop manager said, "you go, it's okay for half an hour."

"Thank you." said the first day.

In fact, it doesn't make much sense to leave work early and go to Yan Hang's hotel to wait outside. He also gets off work much earlier than Yan Hang.

But he is not really at ease. He doesn't know if there will be accidents. He has to go to the door and squat, and he can feel relieved when he sees Yan Hang the first time.

When he arrived at the hotel, he squatted under the tree on the opposite street.

It is not appropriate to sit in the shop. Yan Hang is no longer the foreman. It is estimated that he can't occupy a table for a cup of cold white. Besides, he still wears work clothes. It smells like oil.

He bowed his head and smelled himself, there was still sweat.

Gee.

So just squat here and wait, it's more like a cute dog.

The phone rang, he took it out and took a look, and found that it was Li Xiao who wanted to add him as a friend.

He sighed, hesitated for a few seconds, let Li Xiao pass, and put him in the "unfamiliar" group. He basically didn't know the classmates here, and some of them added some inexplicably without knowing how. People.

After passing, Li Xiao sent a smile over.

-busy.

He replied a word on the first day of the new year, and continued to look at the door of the opposite hotel in a daze.

When I went out in the morning, I was still worried about whether something would happen. On the first day of the junior high school, I thought about whether there would be another sneak attack. At that time, I thought about coming over to guard after work.

Unexpectedly, things will be completely different if the day is not over.

Uncle Yan actually surrendered.

What about the person who was not caught before?

Will it still appear?

Why did Uncle Yan suddenly surrendered?

What happened?

Is there any change?

I rubbed my brows on the first day of the new year, and I felt that for a short while, my little wrinkles would deepen.

After the boss walked for half an hour, Yan Hang finished writing down today's work diary, then packed up the boss's site and changed his clothes.

As he walked out, he took out the phone and dialed the number for the first year of junior high school.

"Hello?" The first day of the new year quickly picked up.

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang said, "I'll take the vegetables home."

"Straight, take it back," said the first day, "I am worried about that, personally."

"Don't worry," Yan Hang nodded to the security guard, and walked out of the hotel door, "Nothing will happen."

"Why?" asked the first day.

"My dad only said to take Lao Cui's car to go to work," Yan Hang said, "I didn't say that I would take Lao Cui's car to get off work."

"Huh?" The first day of junior high school didn't seem to understand.

"He should have settled his business," Yan Hang stood by the roadside, hesitating whether to go to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries or go back to the supermarket at the entrance of the community. When he glanced across the street, he was stunned. "Dear dog, did I see your colleague?"

"You see my dear dog, the dog." The man in overalls on the other side waved at him.

It is the first year of junior high school.

A dog that makes people feel so happy to see it.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Hang looked at the first graders who came running.

"Come right after get off work, here," he ran to him on the first day of the new year and smiled, "I'm worried."

"What is there to worry about?" Yan Hang snorted twice and rubbed two hands on his head vigorously. He wanted to hug him again, but there were colleagues behind him and he could only bear it.

"I'm afraid there will be a sneak attack," he looked around on the first day of the new year.

"There will be no suspicious people." Yan Hang smiled and sighed softly.

Although Dad's text message only has a simple sentence, the message is still very clear.

If there is still danger, I will not let him go out to work, nor let Cui Yi pick him up from get off work.

Dad might really have given it up.

So surrendered.

"Let’s eat baked rice," said the first day of the new year, "it’s been a long time, I have eaten."

"Good." Yan Hang nodded.

"Black pepper beef, fillet with curry." said the first day.

"No problem." Yan Hang put his arm on his shoulder.

"Uncle Cui has disappeared, have you died?" Chu Yi turned his head and looked at him.

"No," Yan Hang said, "Don't worry for a while, wait."

"Here, did you surrender yourself?" asked the first day.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded, "but just like your dad back then, you can't see your family, you can only see the lawyer, let the lawyer take the talk."

"Yeah." Chu Yi hugged his waist and patted twice.

"A few days have you started school?" Yan Hang asked.

"Three days," said the first day of the new year, "it will be true after the new year. I have an internship, and I don’t have much to do with the work. It’s not much, I have it officially, and I have money."

"When you get your salary, don't be so picky," Yan Hang said. "Buy some underwear for yourself, don't say one hundred yuan a piece, at least fifty yuan three pieces."

"I'm wearing yours." The first day of the month answered very simply.

"Why are you so shameless?" Yan Hang said, "Do you stingy guys on my head?"

"When I miss you, I will pull it off, pull my pants and take a look." said the first day of the month.

"Don't force me to smoke you on the street." Yan Hang looked at him.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he had a little joy.

The ingredients for the baked rice are very simple. You don't need to go to a big supermarket. Yan Hang just bought something at the supermarket at the gate of the community.

Although he knew that Cui Yi would inform him as soon as he had news, when he returned downstairs, he still couldn't help but glanced upstairs next door.

The lights in Cui Yi's house are still black.

After returning home, Yan Hang took out his phone and put it on the coffee table, went into the kitchen and started cooking.

I was very considerate on the first day of the new year. Yesterday, I gave a lot of take-out rice, and there is a lot left. It is just right to make baked rice, especially when you are not in the mood to cook seriously.

He usually cooks, and the dog plays with his tail in the living room. How long he stayed in the kitchen today, and how long he stayed beside him on the first day of the new year.

After putting the baking tray in the oven, Yan Hang sighed and turned around holding the face of the first day of the year: "Are you afraid or are you worried about me?"

"I'm afraid." The first day of the junior high school replied honestly, "I don't, I'm not at ease."

Yan Hang hugged him and kissed him for a long time: "Go take a bath, stinky dog, I can't even chew."

"Oh." Chuyi smiled.

After eating, Yan Hang and the first day of the junior high school sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Generally speaking, when Yan Hang just wanted to do something on him the first day of the first year of the junior high, when Yan Hang wanted to do something on him, he was quite restless today.

My fingers circled a bunch of hair on the first day of the first day of the first year, and I couldn't stop it for more than 800 times.

When the mobile phone on the coffee table finally rang, lying on Yan Hang’s legs all night, he writhes and flicked up at the speed of light on the first day of the day. He picked up the phone and handed it to Yan Hang in less than 0.5 seconds. second.

Yan Hang glanced at the screen, and when he saw Cui Yi's name, he answered the phone: "How?"

"I'm going to your place now." Cui Yi said.

"Where are you?" Yan Hang asked.

"Downstairs." Cui Yi replied.

"Okay." Yan Hang hung up the phone, suddenly panicked, looking at the first day of the new year, "Old Cui is downstairs, come up immediately."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, and jumped up to the door, opening the door.

Then he stayed at the door until Cui Yi got out of the elevator.

"Don't record." Cui Yi entered the room.

"You can write, write one and burn one." Yan Hang said.

Cui Yi smiled, walked to the water dispenser and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking, he poured himself on the sofa, stretched his legs and breathed a sigh of relief.

I retreated into the bedroom on the first day of the new year and closed the door.

"How is it?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's not bad," Cui Yi said. "I asked Xiaobai to contact her friend. You don't have to worry about the professional and unprofessional lawyers."

"Yeah." Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'm sure I surrendered, and there was a major meritorious performance," Cui Yi said in a low voice, "I think it's a play."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

Great meritorious service.

If he didn't guess wrong, Dad really, because he didn't know whether it was conviction or paranoia, he ended the matter by himself.

Cui Yi didn't speak any more, leaning on the sofa and looking at the ceiling, after a while he laughed: "Did you ever think the old fox is cool?"

"When he tricked me." Yan Hang said.

"He has explained to your mother," Cui Yi's voice has been low. "When the police went there were two tied up on the ground, and he was smoking on the side squatting."

Yan Hang was stunned for a while before he lowered his head and smiled.

"That scene," Cui Yi said, "it must be especially like a fake drug dealer who is lying on the side of the road."

Yan Hang laughed out loud.

"Don't worry about the other things, I'll take care of it," Cui Yi said. "Your dad hasn't changed much. It's the same. The injury hasn't affected him. The abdominal muscles are broken."

Yan Hang still laughed, and said nothing.

"He asked me to bring him a picture of you," Cui Yi said. "A big face with a smile on his face is not a sneak shot... When did he take a sneak shot of you?"

"I don't know." Yan Hang sighed.

Cui Yi took out his mobile phone to face him: "Come on, smile."

Yan Hang turned his face, grinning and barking teeth.

"Also," Cui Yi looked at the photos and put away his phone, "He said sorry to you."

Yan Hang's hand shook slightly, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"I also said that he loves you very much," Cui Yi said. "Later, I felt too numb for me to delete my memories."

Yan Hang lowered his head and laughed.

Tears came out suddenly when he was smiling, and fell heavily on the floor in front of him.

"I'll be there in two days after I get in touch," Cui Yi said. "Do you have anything to bring him?"

Yan Hang took a slow breath and tried to control the out of control tears: "Wait until he comes out."

"Okay." Cui Yi patted him on the shoulder and stood up, "I'm going back."

"Uncle Cui." Yan Hang turned his head.

"Huh?" Cui Yi looked at him.

"It's up to you." Yan Hang said.

"Don't worry," Cui Yi smiled, "I will do my best for his affairs anyway."

After Cui Yi left, Yan Hang went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face.

It took Yan Zhiyuan nearly twenty years to just catch his wife-killing enemy.

Yan Hang didn't know what he was relying on.

Obsession, love, or obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But thinking of his father squatting next to the two tied up murderers, Yan Hang suddenly wanted to cry. He didn't know why he wanted to cry.

He didn't know what his father was like when he was smoking a cigarette and waiting for the police to come, and what he was thinking about.

Is it over?

Maybe I didn't think about anything, what took such a long time to complete, and paid such a high price to achieve the goal, at the moment of the end, maybe everything was empty.

Yan Hang spent a long time in the water, feeling that it was too monotonous to keep splashing water on his face, so he also splashed on his head by the way.

After washing his hair, he felt a lot more relaxed and sober.

"Chu..." He turned around while wiping his hair, suddenly saw someone poking at the bathroom door, and couldn't help but roar, "Ah!"

This roar brought the last bit of emotion he needed to vent, and he roared vigorously. He was shocked in the small bathroom, and he felt that his inner strength was deep.

The worried expression on Chuyi's face was shocked by his roar.

"Why are you standing here!" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Standing here, you can shout, it's like this," said the first day of the day, "behind you, standing behind you, don't you, don't let the mirror, the mirror is broken..."

"...Can't you just sit outside and wait for me to go out?" Yan Hang was helpless.

"Can you?" asked the first day.

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while he threw the towel aside and hugged him: "Hey..."

"Is it better?" Lu Yi rubbed his back gently.

"Well," Yan Hang closed his eyes, "It's okay."

"It's the first time I saw someone crying and they had to wash their hair," said the first day of the month, "you are so different, kind."

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"I'll help you blow your hair," said the first day.

"Why? Turn on the air conditioner for a while and do it." Yan Hang said.

"I don't know, I just want to help, help you play." said the first day.

"...Blow this word," Yan Hang said, "you can't just use it alone, you know?"

"Huh?" I didn't understand it in the first year of junior high school.

"Blow," Yan Hang patted him, "Come on, help me blow."

Yan Hang sat on a chair with his legs stretched out long, and he lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.

On the first day of the day, he was standing behind him, holding the hair dryer and blowing on his head very seriously.

Quite interesting, when the wind blows through the hair, it looks like a small flower blooms.

Yan Hang was reading Weibo comments and laughed from time to time.

Judging from the first understanding of him, he was in a good mood at the moment, and his emotions should be stable, but he was thinking about many questions in a mess. He needed to look at the comments that he usually didn't bother to read to distract his attention.

"What's so funny?" asked the first day.

"You will watch it by yourself for a while," Yan Hang said. "A young lady drew a cartoon, do you read it?"

"After a while, see for yourself." said the first day.

"Oh," Yan Hang raised his head and rested on his stomach, "make you feel unhappy for yourself?"

"See it for yourself, check it yourself," said the first day of the new year.

"Can't you see?" Yan Hang asked.

"Look." He nodded and turned off the hair dryer.

Yan Hang handed the phone to him.

The little sister drew a scene where the two of them were cooking and eating. The Q version is a very simple small picture, but the drawing is very cute. Yan Hang’s cooking movements are so fast that there are thousands of Guanyin in front of the puppy. Stack of bowls, full of food in your mouth.

"It's so cute," I saw that the number on the picture was 1/3 on the first day of the new year, "Is there more?"

"Don't follow me..." Before Yan Hang finished speaking, he had already clicked on the screen on the first day of the new year.

The moment Yan Hang took the phone back, he saw the content on the next picture on the first day of the day.

Not the Q version anymore.

But because it's not a Q version, it's easy to see what I'm painting, especially the sharp eye of the first year.

Two thirds are two people stacked together.

No clothes.

Although he has never read Xiaohuangshu Xiaohuangman Xiaohuangwen Xiaohuang X Xiaohuang everything, but he is not a fool after all.

It's just that the content drawn on this picture was something he had never imagined.

He had never thought of appearing in this position with Yan Hang.

This posture is not about playing the dog.

"Blow your hair." Yan Hang stopped mentioning painting, and calmly lowered his head to continue playing with the phone.

On the first day of the new year, I held the hair dryer for a long time, then grabbed Yan Hang's hair and pulled it back, looking down at his upturned face: "I'll look again."