A Lucky Coin

After this sentence was said, the room became silent.

Dad's angry expression turned into shock after a few seconds. He stared at the first day of the new year for a long time without being able to make any more noises, and his hands held in the air kept holding up.

It didn't move on the first day of the junior high school.

He was equally shocked that he would say such a sentence.

I haven't rehearsed in my heart, I haven't thought about it in my heart, I haven't even flashed such an idea in my mind, but just blurted it out.

In fact, since childhood, my dad has never beaten him. Compared with my mom and grandma, they are moderate. Grandpa will make inexplicable taunts. My dad just can't remember his grade and his class number can't remember him. None of the teachers can remember how old he is...

Perhaps this kind of "heartlessness" for a child has the same intensity of damage as verbal and physical violence, but it didn't feel strong at the time.

Embarrassed again now.

In the first year of junior high school, I don't know how to end it now, whether to continue talking, remain silent, or leave.

After being silent for a while, my father suddenly hugged his head and sat down on a chair next to him.

On the first day of the new year, he was a little panicked. He was afraid that his father would suddenly be unable to accept crying.

"Dad..." He walked over to his father.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Dad raised his head and looked at him, "Do you really have a problem with your brain?"

The first day of the new year stopped.

Dad didn't cry, his eyes were full of depression and doubt, as well as vague anger.

"My mind is pretty good," said the first day of the day.

"Then why do you like a man!" Dad clashed on the table, "No wonder you were so indifferent to the old Zhang's girl at that time! You have something wrong with it!"

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

"You said you've been a child..." Dad said halfway and stopped, probably because he found that he couldn't go on with the starting point of "since childhood".

"Never since I was young, no one cares about me," said the first day of the day, "then now, just leave it alone."

Dad looked at him.

"I'm pretty good," said the first day of the new year, "never, not so, better."

Dad still looked at him.

"I'm telling you about this. I told my grandfather and others," said the first day of the new year, "don't say it."

Originally wanted to add one more sentence that you have to say, I'm not finished with you, but thinking about the irritation that Dad was already getting quite big, he swallowed it and didn't say it.

After saying these few words, he turned around and opened the door and went out without waiting for his father to speak.

When the door closed, he stopped again, hesitated and turned back to the house, picked up the food that Grandpa had brought over, opened the door again and walked out.

Sister Wang introduced a good job, but Yan Hang was not particularly interested. He felt that he needed to be quiet and seriously think about his next step.

When I was chatting with Sister Wang, the door of the living room was opened, and I walked in with two big pockets on the first day.

Yan Hang glanced at the time on the phone, and was a little surprised. He hadn't eaten yet. He actually returned from the first day of the first year after eating with his father?

"You didn't, eat?" asked the first day of the month.

"No," Yan Hang looked at him, "Why are you back now?"

"I just ordered, I ordered a takeaway," said the first day, "two, let's eat together."

"Yeah." Yan Hang put down his phone and jumped from the bay window, and walked to him, "What's wrong?"

"I just told and told my dad," Chuyi looked at him, "say I like it and like Yan Hang."

Yan Hang was stunned: "Aren't you going to pick up your dad and have a meal? Why are you still talking about this topic?"

"Find out if I have a girl, and my girlfriend is here," frowned on the first day of the first day. "I really don't, if I know how to say it, I just said it and told the truth."

"Oh," Yan Hang replied, put his arms around his shoulders, and patted him on the back, "your dad is angry?"

"Well, very angry," said the first day of the month, "if you want to fight, hit me."

"Have you hit?" Yan Hang asked.

"No fight," said the first day, "I blocked, blocked."

Yan Hang sighed: "Brother Dog is awesome."

On the first day of the new year, I sat on the sofa and sighed: "I told him not to, don't tell my father, they said."

"Your grandparents don't worry about it," Yan Hang said. "You still have to find a suitable way to tell the elderly about this, or it's not too exciting."

"Well," Chu nodded, "I don't want to sue too much, tell them."

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while, he said: "Did you really tell your dad?"

"Well," the first day of the year gave him a look, "Do you think that this is not my style, style?"

"No," Yan Hang thought for a while. "You really have this style now. It's probably too sudden. I was more surprised than your dad. So I went out to pick up my dad and came out when I came back. I haven't eaten the food yet. to make."

"I'm out of the closet, and I still want to eat," Chu Yi said, "You have a real mentality, so good."

Yan Hang laughed, thinking about it and sighing again: "In fact, we two are pretty good...Have Zhou Chunyang told the family about him?"

"No," Chu Yi was stunned, "If he said, he might, right?"

"Nine out of ten of the normal families encounter this kind of thing, it turns the sky upside down," Yan Hang said, "you tell Zhou Chunyang, and let you know when you are ready to come out. I'm going to watch the show."

The first day of the new year laughed: "Why are you like this?"

"After all, he is the person I have always wanted to fight," Yan Hang sighed, "but I have to be steady now. I can't fight, so I can only watch the excitement."

"I found out that you can be blind and jealous," said the first day of the new year.

"Is this blind?" Yan Hang said, "If you are really blind, you won't be able to eat it. Last time you recorded the video of your show, I asked a CP fan to record it. I haven't eaten the jealousy yet."

"I..." I was a little at a loss on the first day of the junior high school. I probably don't remember it anymore.

"Graduate soon." Yan Hang said.

"Almost, next month, graduation." said the first day.

Speaking of time, time really flies quickly. On the first day of the junior high school, he still remembers all the things he had done when he reported to school. Even the shop selling bedding sets at the door has not changed. Now he is about to graduate.

However, compared to other people's graduation, it is easier for them to graduate from school. After the exam is over, they get a diploma at school, and even if it's done, the previous internship performed well and continue to work.

"I don't want to go to the end of the meal, and I don't want to go to school," the first day of the new year looked at the notification on the mobile phone, "I know 403, a few people."

"Go, you are not familiar with other classmates, are you still unfamiliar with the teacher?" Yan Hang said.

"Yes." Chu nodded a little, "and also paid, paid the money."

"Cut you to death." Yan Hang kicked him.

On the first day of the new year, he smiled, sat on the sofa and stared at his graduation certificate for a while: "I really finished, have I graduated?"

"I don't want to graduate and go back to repeat another year." Yan Hang said.

"Have you graduated?" The first day of the new year turned to look at him.

"I still graduated from elementary school, but I can't remember it clearly. It seems that the school had a farewell party," Yan Hang said. "Later, I followed my dad."

Because Uncle Yan was mentioned, he didn't squeeze Yan Hang into an illiterate thing in the first year of the junior high school.

According to the time given by Cui Yi, Uncle Yan should almost have news right now. Yan Hang asked about it every other day. He wanted to go back to the gate of the detention center to wait for him.

"I'm going." I changed my clothes on the first day of the middle school and prepared to go to the graduation dinner.

"Zhou Chunyang are they here?" Yan Hang asked.

"Say five minutes to arrive, to the gate." said the first day.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "Don't drink too much, you don't have as good a drink as you think."

"I know," Chu Yi smiled, "They want to sing tonight, I won't, go."

"It's okay," Yan Hang laughed, "Go, after all, you didn't make a sound when you performed the sutra last time. This time, it should be heard by the female students."

"Uncle Yan, when I come out, let's go sing," said the first day of the new year, "I'll treat you."

"Then scared him back to the detention center." Yan Hang said.

"I have a really good temper." Chu Yi looked at him.

"Because you can't beat me, you have to get a better temper when facing me," Yan Hang sighed, "Hurry up, you won't go out after everyone arrives."

"Let's go." On the first day of the day, he flew a kiss, turned and ran out.

Gouzi graduated.

Although only a technical secondary school, the diploma is harder than him.

He didn't know where he left his primary school graduation certificate...Does the primary school have a graduation certificate?

have it.

Probably, I can't remember.

Yan Hang lay on the sofa, took his cell phone and checked the news that Wang Qinqin had just sent.

-Really not going?I’ve eaten in a restaurant. It’s very professional. If you don’t go, I will release the news, but a bunch of people grabbed it.

Yan Hang smiled, Wang Qinqin said that the restaurant he knew was about the same level as their previous hotel restaurant.

But Yan Hang still decided not to go. He doesn't want to go back to similar restaurants at present.

He really has to continue to work. His benefactor has only graduated today, so he can't put the lives of two people on one child...Although he still has savings.

But he also needs some freshness, a different type, a different working atmosphere, after all, his entire growth process is constantly changing, with countless freshness and countless excitement.

Once this habit of the environment is formed, it is not easy to change it.

Before he really finds a job he can stay in, he still wants to try more.

One night, he slowly searched for local restaurants related to Western food, and wanted to see if there was anything more attractive to him.

Just after nine o'clock, I called him on the first day of the middle school, saying that he was ready to come back after eating.

"Aren't you going to recite the scriptures with your classmates?" Yan Hang said, "You don't have to speak up. You can listen to other people's singing.

"Forget it, Li Zi drank it, drank too much, and kept pulling me to cry," said the first day of the month, "I can't stand it."

Yan Hang was amused: "Did you do something sorry for him?"

"I don't know," said the first day of the new year, "maybe he secretly fell in love with me for two or two years."

"Make a face." Zhou Chunyang's voice came into the microphone from the side.

"Chunyang scolded, scolded me, don't want to face." Lu said.

"Beat him," Yan Hang said, "Anyway, he can't beat you, don't beat him, don't beat him."

On the first day of the new year, I laughed for a long time: "I called, took a taxi and went home."

"Bring me some barbecue," Yan Hang said, "you don't need too much, no seafood, just five skewers like beef tenderloin, fat lamb, beef, and beef."

"...It's not a lot," said the first day of the new year. "Xiao Li's skewers are so many, how big is it, and 20 skewers are still worthy. I'm so embarrassed to say no, not too much?"

"Go to the supermarket and buy a box of needles and threads. I want that kind of thick needles." Yan Hang said.

"What are you doing?" asked the first day.

"I'll be back in a while to sew your mouth," Yan Hang said, "I have thought about this for at least three years, and today I finally decided to realize it."

On the first day of the new year, he choked with a laugh, and coughed for a long time: "Okay."

Yan Hang didn't eat dinner. According to Cui Yi's statement, his father, who should have heard from him, hasn't heard from him in the past few days.

But hungry is still hungry, especially after a little bit of the barbecue menu, even more hungry.

Staring eagerly at the door, waiting for the first day of the first day to bring him back quickly.

After more than an hour, when Yan Hang felt so hungry that he wanted to cook by himself, he finally heard the sound of the elevator reaching the floor.

He stood up.

The door opened, and on the first day of the first day, he came in with a large bag of barbecue. While changing shoes, he smiled and said, "Hungry, die."

"Yeah." Yan Hang took away the book that was on the table, and when he was about to turn around to pick up the barbecue, the elevator rang outside again.

There were two elevators in the building. After staying for such a long time, it was the first time he saw the two elevators so busy. It was a while before and after.

"Are you full?" Yan Hang went over to pick up the barbecue, "Did you buy more than..."

Before I finished speaking, when I changed my shoes and closed the door, an arm came in through the crack of the door.

On the first day of the junior high school, he felt that Yan Hang's reaction could apply for a world record, especially in anticipating and reacting to danger. He never saw anyone who reacted faster than Yan Hang.

The moment the arm that came in through the door strangled his neck, he didn't have time to make any response. Yan Hang had already held a lottery through his pocket and tied it to this arm, and the tie was quite accurate. , Did not accidentally hurt his handsome face.

There was a gasp from behind, and then someone shouted in a low voice: "Ah..."

On the first day of the new year, he grabbed this man's wrist, twisted it out, and turned around.

But before he could stand firmly, the hand turned away without knowing how, and the backhand grabbed a part of his wrist.

When Chu Yi slammed into the wall unsteadily, a person flashed through his mind.

He couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Uncle Yan!"

The man let go of his hand and poked his finger on the door. The door was fully opened and the light in the room lit his face.

Kneeling on the sofa with one leg on the first day of the junior high school, half of him leaned against the wall, staring at Uncle Yan who was standing at the door with his arms over, feeling that he was completely blinded.

"Good evening, the first day of junior high school." Uncle Yan hooked his mouth.

The smiles of the father and son at the first glance with Yan Hang finally made the first day of the first time pass the spirit, suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Hang.

"Good evening," Uncle Yan said, "Prince."

Yan Hang was still holding the barbecue in his hand, staring at the door in a daze.

"Son!" Uncle Yan shook his hand, "Dear Dao! Hey! Look here!"

"Are you released?" Yan Hang asked dumbly after a while.

"Well," Uncle Yan smiled, "Your Uncle Cui picked me up in the morning. I kept him secret and wanted to surprise you."

"Surprised, shocked." The first half of the genius said such a sentence.

"Dad?" When Yan Hang spoke again, his voice trembled.

"Well, it's me." Uncle Yan entered the room and closed the door back.

"Not guilty?" Yan Hang asked again with a trembling voice.

"Are you a little sorry that you didn't visit the prison?" Uncle Yan said.

Without a word, Yan Hang walked two steps towards Uncle Yan, then stopped abruptly, then turned around and rushed into the toilet.

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, and hurriedly chased after him.

Yan Hang was bending over to support the toilet seat.

"Are you vomiting?" The first day of the new year was shocked beyond words.

A person, someone who couldn't sleep because of his father's thoughts, finally met his father and vomited?

"Get out," Yan Hang kicked him in the lap, "I want to visit if I get the chance, right?"

"You didn't, are you okay?" The first day of the year was very worried, but the worry still couldn't suppress his shock. He really wanted to visit.

The first time I saw it because I missed it too much and then I met with vomiting.

In the future, he must not be separated from Yan Hang for too long, so as not to make Yan Hang vomit, which is not good for his stomach.

Yan Hang kicked the toilet door closed and had to return to the living room on the first day of the new year.

"Pour me a glass of water on the first day of the junior high school," Uncle Yan was already sitting on the sofa, "Yan Hang vomited?"

"Well, maybe it's too exciting." On the first day of the new year, he took Yan Hang's cup and poured a glass of water for Uncle Yan. "He asks every day and asks Uncle Cui."

"You are really in the first year of junior high school," Uncle Yan looked at him, "the changes are a bit big."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled embarrassedly: "I am long and I am a long one."

"It's not just growing up," Uncle Yan said, "This is growing up."

"Three years." Chuyi smiled and sat across from him.

It's strange to say that when he and his father face to face alone, he feels uncomfortable, embarrassed, and can't find the topic, but when he stays with Uncle Yan like this, he doesn't feel that way.

Although he suddenly remembered the three words "seeing parents", he would be nervous, so nervous that his palms were sweating, but he was not embarrassed.

He can even take time to look at Uncle Yan who hasn't seen him for a long time even when he is wrapped in tension.

It didn't change much. He didn't see the traces of time and changes like his father did. Uncle Yan's appearance, smile, and eyes were still the same as he remembered.

It's just that the hair is much shorter.

"Uncle Cui said you went to work?" Uncle Yan took out the cigarette from his pocket. "There is no smoking in this room, right?"

"Your son, my son smokes every day," Chu Chu took out the ashtray and lighter under the coffee table and put it in front of him, "I'm at work, right there, the automobile I practiced before, the garage."

"Very good," Uncle Yan lit his cigarette and looked at him. "It's a bit uncomfortable to look at you this way, and there is no transition in between. Suddenly you are so big."

"When you followed Yan Hang, you didn't see me at that time, did you pass me?" asked the first day of the month.

Uncle Yan was stunned. On the first day of the new year, he suddenly felt whether he had said something wrong. When he wanted to quickly make up for it, Uncle Yan laughed.

When Yan Hang washed his face and came out of the toilet, he saw his father waking up with a cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing him coming out, Dad lifted his chin at him: "You actually found me secretly photographing you?"

"Do you feel like you are unconscious?" Yan Hang said.

"As expected of my son," the father said, "you can find all this."

"Didn't you keep following me?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes. "Don't you know I found it?"

"Who has been following you," Dad said, "I'm so busy, I took the time to take two photos."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

Dad took off his cigarette and stood up, and walked in front of him: "After all, I still miss my son."

This sentence was like squeezing two tubes of mustard into his nose. Yan Hang didn't even have time to react. He felt a soreness from the nose to the forehead that couldn't be suppressed, and tears welled up from his childhood. The big process is omitted, and the big pieces slid to the lips.

Yan Hang was a little depressed.

It doesn't matter if my dad sees it like this, but also lets him see it on the first day of the junior high school.

He bowed his head and hugged his father, and put his eyes on his shoulders.

Perhaps it was because he was "hidden", his emotions exploded very vividly, and he could feel his hands shaking his father's clothes.

"I'm sorry," Dad said softly, "I'm sorry."

Yan Hang didn't say anything, gritted his teeth and tried to control himself, in case he would cry like a child.

"The most sorry person in this life is you," Dad said. "You are right."

Yan Hang took a hard breath.

For a long time, he hadn't heard his father's voice, such a close, such a real voice.

He couldn't say whether he was happy, excited, or wronged. He gritted his teeth and cried, "I miss you so much."

He stood up on the first day of the new year, walked gently into the bedroom, closed the door and sighed against it.

When he reached out to rub his eyes, he felt the wetness on his face.

It's amazing, when the father and son met, he even cried...

But I just wanted to cry, and I was moved and sighed.

He lay down on the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

so good.

Great.

No matter what happened, what was there, what was changed, it is all over now.

I just don't know if Uncle Yan returns to his senses, thinks of Yan Hang coming out of the closet, and then thinks of the two of them holding hands in the court demonstration, will suddenly become angry.

Will it fight?

If they fight, they don't know if they can beat Uncle Yan.

...What do you think.

On the first day of the new year, he turned over and had fun at the ceiling.