A Lucky Coin

Originally, most of his attention in the first year of junior high was on Yan Hang, and a small part was reserved for Yan Hang to observe Uncle Yan, but he didn't think about anything else.

After reacting violently at this moment, the late tension suddenly made him sweat on his back.

Then I thought of Uncle Yan Hang when he turned his head, Yan Hang was still holding his hand to practice fracture exercises... Would Uncle Yan think that you two came out when you came out, and why did you even run to the court gate to demonstrate?

It's too arrogant.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, Yan Hang was glaring at Yan Hang, his heart surged, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"I'll take a look at it after two steps," Yan Hang said with a smile, "have you gone along?"

"You have the skills, look back and have a look." said the first day.

Yan Hang sighed: "I've broken my studies."

Lu Yi smiled.

Yan Hang didn't dare to look back, even if he knew that Uncle Yan had gone in now, and even the escort car had driven away, he still didn't dare to look back.

This kind of feeling could not be experienced in the first year of the junior high school, only knowing that Yan Hang must have all kinds of feelings in his heart at this moment.

The two of them didn't speak any more, just standing under the steps outside the court building in a daze.

After a long period of stunned, Yan Hang said: "Go out, anyway, people have seen you, so you don't need to wait here."

"Oh," he turned around on the first day of the first year and walked slowly out with him. There were no public hearings at this time, so there were no people in the whole court. They were indeed very eye-catching. They walked to the gate. At that time, he looked back again, "Don't wait to come out, take a look again when you come out?"

Yan Hang snorted, "I'm still waiting, let him find that I have been standing outside for so long, so I can't laugh to death, and I can't give him this opportunity."

"Yes," Chu Yi smiled and nodded, "So, if Liu, the teacher is strong enough, powerful, and innocent, can you come out today?"

"Old Cui said," Yan Hang said, "this kind of case is not sent in court. You have to choose a date and the sentence is over. If you are not guilty, then you will be released."

"Ah," the first day of the year thought for a while, "then here, wait?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "you have to go back to work tomorrow. If you don't make money, we will starve to death. I will have an exam soon."

"Then if you want to release it, do you want to pick it up?" asked the first day of the month.

Yan Hang sighed and looked at him: "You can really worry about it."

"Neither do I, worry about others," said the first day.

"No, Old Cui meant that he could bring people back," Yan Hang said, "My dad, I'm not used to the tears of the long-lost reunion."

"Understood," Chu Yi smiled, "Then go back."

Yan Hang booked the tickets in the middle of the night. First, it was convenient to meet Cui Yi and Teacher Liu again after the court session to hear the situation. Second, the tickets in the middle of the night were cheaper.

For the second point, the first day of the junior high school is skeptical.

"You don't know how to make it easy, it's cheap," said the first day of the new year. "You are in a hurry, let me know that you can go to work tomorrow."

"Isn't that the same," Yan Hang held up two fingers, "double saving money, saving ticket money, and earning one more day of work for one day."

"...Huh?" Junior One looked at him.

"Exactly." Yan Hang said.

"Slavery gold, the first person to be the gold master, give you the other, who else." said the first day.

"It's just me to find a car mechanic to be the master," Yan Hang said, "I have to go back and beg if I don't press on."

On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang laughed with him for a long time.

The court session is actually not too long, it is shorter than expected in the first year of junior high school.

He and Yan Hang casually ate something in the hotel at noon, and Cui Yi and Teacher Liu returned.

"I'll go to their room and talk," Yan Hang said, "You can sleep for a while."

"Yeah." The first one responded.

He actually wanted to follow along, but he didn't think it was appropriate.

The main reason is that he always thinks that this court session has to be held from morning to night, or how can he explain the energy that Uncle Yan has put in these years, whether right or wrong, whether others can understand or not.

In his view, Uncle Yan is not just a suspect involved in two murders, he is like a story book, you can't see clearly unless you turn over the pages.

After Yan Hang went to Cui Yi's room, he sat on the bed for a long time, then turned on the TV.

When he heard familiar music, he realized that he hadn't seen the local TV stations for more than ten years since he was a child.

A saliva program is being broadcast at the moment. Several hosts are very embarrassed to chat about Tian'er. Grandma used to like to watch it. From time to time, this program will talk about children’s parents’ shortcomings, mother-in-law fights with sons and mothers, etc., grandma. Every time I watched it quack, who was a bit uncomfortable, even if it was on TV, she would be very happy.

I watched it for a while on the first day of the new year, and found that I hadn't seen it for two years, and the hosts were still the same. They didn't even change their hair styles, but they were obviously getting old.

It feels amazing.

Suddenly, he was in a daze. If you suddenly see your mother, will you feel the same?

But I don't know if I can see you again.

He leaned on the bed, just staring at the TV.

I feel awake all the time, but I am probably asleep.

Because he didn't know when Yan Hang entered the room, Yan Hang patted his face twice before he suddenly sat up, and there was still a process of opening his eyes.

"Asleep?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"No, I didn't pay attention." He replied staringly.

"You can't pay attention even after you fall asleep," Yan Hang laughed, "As expected, he is Brother Dog."

"How is it?" The first time he came back to his senses, he remembered the reason why Yan Hang had gone out before.

"Ms. Liu meant that there is no problem," Yan Hang said. "He has been very cautious in speaking. If he says there is no problem, then there should be no problem."

"Ah." A little excited on the first day.

"I didn't let your dad testify in court this time. I used written testimony," Yan Hang said. "If there is an objection to the testimony, he will let your dad appear in court."

"That means no, no objection," said the first day.

"Well," Yan Hang sat down on the edge of the bed. "Although Old Cui also said that the core evidence of innocence is definitely not just your dad's testimony, but it is still advantageous anyway."

"When will the sentence be pronounced?" asked the first day of the month.

"Within two months," Yan Hang said, "no more than three months at most."

"Then you take the test, after the test," said the first day, "you can see Yan, uncle."

Yan Hang didn't speak, he let out a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed.

He didn't speak any more in the first year of the junior high school, and lay back on the bedside next to him, and continued to watch the TV show he was familiar with but looked like a memory.

It didn't take long before he heard Yan Hang's very soft snoring.

He was quite surprised. At such a time and in such an environment, Yan Hang fell asleep as soon as he lay down, which was more amazing than he fell asleep without noticing it.

He moved a little to the side so as not to wake Yan Hang from any movement.

Yan Hang slept for a long time this time, almost two hours, it was time for dinner, and he still hadn't woken up.

On the first day of the new year, I looked at my phone, got out of bed and went to the service desk on the floor to order a meal delivery service.

Yan Hang only woke up when the waiter came to the room to deliver the meal.

"You are asleep." The two set meals ordered at the beginning of the year were put on the table.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, went into the bathroom and washed his face, "I'm still dreaming."

"What do you dream about?" asked the first day of the day.

"My dad," Yan Hang sat down and looked at the food on the table, "There are still a lot of things in the past, and I will have a marquee with me before I die..."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and flicked his mouth vigorously.

"Hey," Yan Hang touched his mouth, "I'll just say anything, your auto mechanic's hand strength."

"Let's eat," sat down on the first day of the new year, "you can meet in a few days, you don't need running, horse lantern."

Yes, it shouldn't be long before we meet.

Yan Hang felt that he was very strange. Although his emotions fluctuated greatly from his father’s accident to his surrender, he was not like what he is today. Dad was sleepy thinking about it.

In fact, he didn't want to miss the old fox so crazily, it seemed that he seemed so fragile, he wouldn't be able to do without his father, but he really couldn't control himself.

Perhaps it suddenly felt that there was real hope, and it was just ahead. After more than a month, he might be able to see his dad. After all, for so many years, his dad has always been the pillar of his heart, even if it brings all kinds of insecurity. The source of the feeling is my father, so he is still his pillar.

"Review, review, listen to more materials, and talk more," he confessed to him when he went to work on the first day of the middle school. , People."

"I see." Yan Hang put on the headset.

"Fortunately, I am not straight, so I will directly report to the second level." The first grader said while wearing shoes.

Yan Hang picked up a roll of paper and threw it over, hitting his head in the middle of the middle school.

"Life is short," Chu picked up a handful of paper and put it on the sofa, "cherish the light, time."

Yan Hang pulled off the headset, jumped from the bay window, and rushed to the door.

On the first day of the new year, he quickly grabbed his bag, opened the door and escaped.

It's a pity that the elevator is still a little far away from their level. When Yan Hang chased out, he was still standing at the elevator door.

"Treasure your eyes, the person in front of you," squatted down and hugged his head on the first day of the new year, "just this one, one.

Yan Hang kicked his ass: "Get up."

"Forget it, in case the neighbors come out, come out to see and see the beating," said the first day of the day, "not so good."

"I should give you a live broadcast." Yan Hang touched his pocket, but didn't take out his mobile phone in the house.

"The over-excited anchor turned over. After turning red, he immediately shook his head, Qian Shu." said the first day.

"The elevator is coming." Yan Hang sighed.

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at the display screen, stood up, leaned close to him, and kissed him on the cheek: "Go, go to work."

"Go, one inch of time and one inch of gold." Yan Hang said.

Seeing that he entered the elevator on the first day of the day, he turned and returned to the house.

I like to say "go to work" in the first year of junior high school.

The point of this should be going to work. Coyotito, who lived carefully at the beginning, has now started to work smoothly without relying on a single cent from the house.

It's worth talking about every day.

Yan Hang sat on the bay window, picked up the book, and looked out the window again.

After a while, I could see the vitality and joy from Tian Ling Gai, and walked forward from the building, shaking his arms.

After walking twenty or thirty meters, he suddenly raised his arm, raised his hand and made a V behind him.

Although he didn't look back, Yan Hang knew it was against him, and after a long laugh, the kid had learned to be handsome.

Yan Hang's exam went well and it was over. He didn't even feel that he had gone for the exam in the first year of the junior high. He hadn't left when he went to work, and he had already finished the exam when he returned.

"How is it?" asked the first day.

"No problem," Yan Hang said, "I will go to the second level exam again in November."

"Really no, no problem?" There is a shadow of the first couple of exams.

Before he left home, he had to be mocked by his mother and grandmother for at least a month after every exam. Even if he got the highest professional score in every exam after entering the technical secondary school, it was still difficult to restore his impression of the exam.

"It's okay, I feel it," Yan Hang said, "Don't be nervous."

"Well," Chu Yi sighed, "My dad called today and called, the day after tomorrow, come over."

"Your dad is quite daunting," Yan Hang said. "The house has been rented for half a month."

"He has changed jobs twice or twice in his entire life," said the first day of the new year. "I feel that he did, a little scared, and changed his environment from the beginning."

"He is not as good as you." Yan Hang said.

"I ran, ran out there, after all, at that time," he thought for a while, "there is no way out."

Yan Hang touched his head.

"I hope my dad can find it quickly and find a job." said the first day of the day.

"Let me ask," Yan Hang said, "He should be fine with the driver's job, and he is not a troublemaker."

"Yeah." The first one responded.

Dad came here by train, just as he was back then.

He was standing at the exit on the first day of the junior high school. When he came, no one answered him. He was alone, holding the school notice and the address of Xiao Li’s barbecue.

Thinking about it now, he is quite brave.

The people in the crowd who left the station raised their hands and waved at him. The first time they saw that it was Dad, they also waved.

"This car is quite fast." Dad came over, carrying a big duffel bag.

"I'll take it." The first day of the day reached out and took the luggage.

"This young man," Dad looked at him, "I have to be stunned every time I see him."

On the first day of the new year, he smiled and said nothing, and led his father to the taxi stand.

"Is the rental area far from here?" Dad asked.

"Far," said the first day, "two districts."

"Oh," Dad nodded. "Taking a taxi is expensive, right?"

"It's okay," said the first day of the new year, "there is no bus, there is no direct bus."

"Oh," Dad continued to nod, and looked around, "It's not bad here, the architecture is quite foreign."

"Have you eaten?" asked the first day.

"No," Dad smiled, "My father and I have to have a good meal later."

Lu Yi smiled.

Dad's state is okay, better than he looked at before. Although he may not be used to it, the new start of the new city will still make people look forward to.

After bringing my dad to the rental house, my dad turned around inside and outside the house: "Very good, enough."

"The surroundings are also quite convenient," said the first day.

"Well, I'll go to the restaurant at the door to eat in a while. It looks good," the father said as he took the duffel bag. "Come on, your grandpa and your grandmother let you bring you a bunch of food."

"Ah." Lu Yi quickly walked over.

"There are five stars," Dad said, "the five stars are... Yan Hang, right?"

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"His dad..." Dad said at the beginning and didn't go on. He lowered his head and took out the same food.

He didn't tell Dad about Uncle Yan's court, but Dad should know that when Uncle Yan's case was in the reconnaissance stage, he would definitely ask his father for questioning.

It's just that, they only talked about it once when Dad was released, and never mentioned it again.

I don't know if it was because of embarrassment, or because the movement caused by this incident was so great that it changed so many people's lives that people would not dare to mention it easily.

"These are for Yan Hang, you can take them to him in the past two days," the father said, "Your father's sauced duck, I'm afraid it will be broken if it is too hot for a long time."

"Well," Chu nodded, "take it at night, and go back to him."

"Go back?" Dad was stunned, looking at him, "You two live together?"

"...Ah." Suddenly I didn't know what to say on the first day of the new year, and some guilty conscience was inexplicable, so I could only answer vaguely.

Dad only knew that they had a good relationship, but he probably didn't think that they were good enough to live together. After a long time, he continued to lower his head and put the things for Yan Hang in a shopping bag.

Sitting on the side in a daze on the first day of the new year, I wanted to find a conversation with my dad, but I couldn't find it for a while.

It was easy to think that he could ask about work. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

"Your phone rang." My dad probably didn't have a topic, and when he heard the phone rang, he said quickly.

"Yeah." Chu nodded, took out his phone and took a look.

It was sent by Yan Hang.

-Don’t come back for dinner at night, eat with your dad

-Well, I'll eat at the restaurant at the door in a while

-Is your father satisfied with the house?

-Satisfied, my grandpa brought you the sauced duck. Last time you said that it was salty but you forcibly said that it was delicious, a whole one.

-.....Thank him for me

-Well, what should I do if it is so salty

Lu Yi smiled.

-I just deal with it

After chatting with Yan Hang for a few words, I felt a lot more relaxed on the first day of the junior high school. I was a little bit out of the embarrassment that he and his father had little talk and now they have not been together for a long time, so they are even more speechless. Some came out.

"Is a friend looking for you?" Dad asked beside.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"Classmate or colleague?" Dad asked again.

"It's the same..." he hesitated on the first day of the new year.

"Oh," Dad nodded, then paused for a while and asked without words, "Is it a girl? It's a pretty happy smile to see you."

"Huh?" Lu Yi looked at him.

"Oh right, your auto repair shop...no women, right?" Dad smiled embarrassingly.

"There are also sales and customers, and there are girls in customer service." He was brought back to embarrassment on the first day of the new year.

"Oh," Dad hesitated, "Do you have a girlfriend now?"

On the first day of junior high school, I felt that this topic could not go on, so I smiled and chose to be silent.

"You are also eighteen... You are eighteen, right?" Dad said, "It's normal to have a girlfriend. You don't have to be stressed."

There was still no sound in the first grade.

"If you have something you like, you can also bring it back for us to see." Dad smiled.

Dad probably believed that the message on the phone was sent by a girl. After all, he hadn't received any news from the day he had the phone, let alone the phone call.

Maybe it was because he had laughed so sweetly just now, which made my dad misunderstand.

"You..." Dad wanted to say something, but interrupted him on the first day of the new year.

"Dad," he looked at his father, "Yes, something, I want to talk to you."

"Ah, you said," Dad nodded quickly and looked at him, "What's the matter, please."

On the first day of the new year, I was hesitant and very nervous, and I could even feel that my hands and feet became cold the moment I spoke.

But after the beginning of the conversation, he suddenly calmed down, perhaps knowing that he had already spared it, so he was free from all the messy worries and anxiety.

"Me," he cleared his throat, "I don't, I don't like girls."

"...Huh?" Dad was stunned.

"I don't like it, girl." He repeated it again on the first day.

Dad froze for a long time, then suddenly smiled as if he had understood something: "You kid, you mean you don't have a girl you like?"

"No," the first day of the junior high school slowed down, "I like Yan Hang."

Dad lost his voice.

On the first day of junior high school, I felt as if I couldn't even hear his breathing.

When I heard my dad's breathing again, it was a panting of shock and anger from the dad who was squatting in front of the duffel bag when he jumped up.

"What are you talking about?" Dad glared at him.

"I like it, Yan Hang." He also stood up on the first day of the junior high school and said this sentence again.

Dad's attitude made him a little uneasy, but the feeling that he was lightened when he said that overwhelmed all the uneasiness.

Dad yelled: "You are crazy!"

"No." The first one replied.

"How do you let your grandparents live!" Dad yelled again, "How do you want me to tell them!"

Then he slapped him in the face.

He could have guessed that there might be such a scene in the first year of junior high, but when it did, he was still surprised.

Before he slapped his father's slap on his face, he raised his hand to support his wrist and then pushed.

Dad took two steps back and looked at him with an unbelievable expression.

"I will tell him that they can beat me," said the first day of the new year, "you can't."