A Lucky Coin

Lying on the bed on the first day of the new year, looking at the ceiling.

He didn't know how long it would take to talk about and recover from the long-awaited reunion of two murders after many years of absence.

He is ready to sleep in a good mood first.

But just before squinting his eyes, the bedroom door was pushed open and Yan Hang walked in.

"What?" He sat up.

"Did you save Xiao Li's phone number?" Yan Hang looked at the phone, "I remember I saved it too, I can't find it anymore."

"I have," he took out his mobile phone on the first day of the new year, "what are you going to do?"

"Let him bring in some more barbecue," Yan Hang said, "and beer, there is not enough for the three of us to eat."

"I'll call, let's call," opened the phone book at the beginning of the day, "you chat with Uncle Yan, chat."

"He went to take a bath," Yan Hang said, "I will get him a suit."

"Take that set of celebrations to celebrate your release from prison and get a new life so that you can serve as a man, right?"

"You're so fucking owed," Yan Hang smiled, turning his head to look at him, "Did you buy the big thick needle?"

"No, I thought, I thought about it," said the first day of the new year, "Domestic violence, breaking the law, not knowing the law, breaking the law."

"Fuck off." Yan Hang opened the closet door and took out a set of clothes from inside.

He bought this with him on the first day of the new year. He met his father outside the court on the first day of the new year. He said that his figure has not changed much from before, so he bought it according to the previous number. It should be quite appropriate.

When buying the clothes, he had a dispute with the color style of the clothes on the first day of the junior high school. On the first day of the junior high school, he wanted to buy something with a little color, saying it was festive. Yan Hang insisted on buying plain and low-key clothes in the style of his father.

Fortunately, I didn't listen to the first year of the junior high school. Dad's current hairstyle is matched with the bright yellow that he picked for the first year of junior high... It is very exciting to think about it.

This dog has changed everything, but the aesthetics have not improved a bit.

When he took the clothes to the bathroom to Dad, Dad was shirtless studying shower gel.

"You want to wash in cold water, right?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, it's not as squeamish as you are," Dad said, "your shower gel is the same bottle I used when I left, right?"

"What do you think?" Yan Hang was helpless.

Dad laughed twice.

Yan Hang did not speak, but saw the scar on his waist and stomach.

At first glance, you can tell that the stabbing is very deep, even if it is completely healed, the marks of the incision can still be seen clearly, and every scar is deeply sunken in the flesh.

He hadn't read his father's injury examination report, but Cui Yi told him that the injury was serious and two stabs caused damage to the organs, but now that looks like this, Yan Hang feels that any cut can damage the organs.

"It's okay," Dad said with a smile, knowing what he was looking at, putting the clothes on the shelf, "It has no effect."

"There is no impact and no impact, it is still different." Yan Hang said.

"It's no longer affected." Dad said again.

Yan Hang smiled.

Xiao Li’s barbecue delivery was very fast, probably because he was close and he was an acquaintance. The two grilled skewers and beer were delivered quickly.

Yan Hang and Chu put everything on the stove and pot rack, and Yan Hang went into the kitchen and took out a piece of butter.

"I haven't had a barbecue for a long time," Dad came out of the bathroom, "I almost forgot what it was like."

"Little Li barbecue at the door," Yan Hang glanced at him. The newly changed clothes are quite suitable. Whatever the clothes this head wears, there is a breath of full sentence release, "The taste is not bad."

"Can I drink some wine now on the first day of the middle school?" Dad sat down and looked at the first day. "I used to lick the same amount."

"Now I can lick, lick twice." said the first day.

"Lick it then." Dad smiled and picked up the cup in front of him.

The three knocked their glasses together and all took a big sip.

"Did you not have a meal with Lao Cui when you came out today?" Yan Hang put a piece of butter into the pot, then put the meat skewers in and slowly processed it, "It's too interesting, right."

"We often have dinner with him," Dad said. "I see him all the time, and it doesn't feel like seeing him again for a long time. Let me tell you two."

In the first year of the junior high school, I didn't talk too much, so I sat down and listened to Yan Hang and Uncle Yan talking.

This feeling was like going back to the past. He didn't want to go home for dinner, and ran to Yan Hang's house for a meal.

"The two," Yan Hang took out the processed meat skewers and put them on the plate, "How did you find it?"

"Inquire," Uncle Yan said, "As long as a person is alive, there is no way to be without a trace, you can always find it."

"How to find out?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Snakes and snakes, rats and rats," Uncle Yan drank a beer. "This kind of person with a case on his back is hard to find, or hard to find. They are especially hidden, but you should say it is easy to find. It’s also easy to find, the more you want to hide, the more unreasonable places will be."

Uncle Yan spoke lightly, always smiling, but did not reveal a word of the specific content.

After so many years, there is always some suffering that I don't want my precious son to know, although the anxiety caused by not knowing anything is quite unfair to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang could hear that his father didn't want to say more. In fact, he just asked casually. He didn't necessarily want to know these things. The more detailed he knew, the more difficult it might be for him to get rid of these past years.

"I went back once before," Yan Hang said. "Old Cui gave me the address and went to the cemetery."

"No wonder you know that I'm taking pictures." Dad laughed.

"Do you have to go again?" Yan Hang said, "Report to my mom that the task is complete."

"Let's talk about it," Dad sighed, "I don't always go. Every time I go, I feel that she shouldn't thank me. Maybe she would come up with it and say I'm crazy."

"You can go and have a look," Yan Hang thought for a while, "Brothers, the boss of that shop, still remember you guys."

"He is an old man now?" Dad said, "The restaurant is still open?"

"No, I'm tired and can't move, and changed to a miscellaneous store." Yan Hang said.

"It's been so many years in a flash," Dad sighed. "People are gone in their entire lives. Some people have done nothing in their lives, and some people have done one thing in their lives."

Yan Hang did not speak, picked up the glass and drank the remaining half of the beer.

"How is your father?" Uncle Yan turned his head and asked.

I just stuffed meat into my mouth on the first day of the new year, and quickly swallowed: "Very good, now...I am also here, here it is."

"Have you changed your job?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

"I thought he would call the police then," Uncle Yan smiled, "I didn't expect to be able to run away."

"He is timid." Chu Yi sighed.

"You didn't follow him," Uncle Yan stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder. "It's really good. I'm so courageous. I dare to show it to me hand in hand. When I stay longer, I think you two want Hold your hands and do a circle dance."

He didn't respond for a while on the first half of the first year. When he came back to what Uncle Yan was talking about, he suddenly felt like he was hung in the oven, and the ground burned from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Grumbling.

"...Who showed it to you!" Yan Hang was drinking beer beside him, and choked upon hearing this.

"It looks like a show." Uncle Yan said.

In the first year of junior high school, I didn't know what to say at this moment. When an old fox like Uncle Yan spoke with a smile, no one could tell whether his smile was real or fake, and his tone was very peaceful.

But at this time, he couldn't let Yan Hang take care of the work alone. He had to say something. He was just praised for being timid.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Uncle Yan was stunned, watching him silently.

"Sorry for the fart," Yan Hang squeezed his arm. "Who are you sorry?"

"No, I know." There was a pause on the first day of the new year, and I didn't want to know who I'm sorry. "Generally, there are two people on TV and TV. People go there and kneel, saying I'm sorry."

Uncle Yan couldn't help but laughed out: "The energy of speaking in the first day of the first year has not changed at all."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"It's about it anyway," Yan Hang estimated that he was still a little embarrassed, and cleared his throat. "That's it. If you have any comments, you can't change anything."

"I have no opinion." Uncle Yan smiled, lit a cigarette and looked at Yan Hang. "I said before, you can do whatever you want. I haven't given you anything, and I am not qualified to ask you anything. , I just want you to be free."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Be guilty," said Uncle Yan, "although guilt is useless, but it is impossible not to be guilty."

Yan Hang filled the three glasses with wine: "I'm really fine now, don't feel guilty, after all, I miss you every day."

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

"Where's my band-aid," Yan Hang drew into his pocket. "It's okay without a needle band-aid."

Chuyi smiled and touched glasses with him and Uncle Yan and took a big sip.

Yan Hang ate obviously more than usual today. He ate and drank and talked. Perhaps all the pressure at the moment has disappeared. He eats much more pleasantly than usual.

He ate a lot on the first day of the junior high. He was embarrassed to look at the lottery in front of him, so he took it and put it in a plastic bag next to it.

"What are you planning next?" Yan Hang asked Uncle Yan, "Do you want to rent a room?"

"First stay with your Uncle Cui for a few days," Uncle Yan said, "I still have some places I want to go around... I don't want to go out when it's cold."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I guess you won't be able to stay."

"If you can't stay, you have to stay," Uncle Yan said. "Now there is no reason to run around. I also want to take a good rest for a few years and then find a job."

"...How many years?" Chu Yi couldn't help but ask.

"Be lazy for ten or eight years," Uncle Yan twitched his mouth, "gnaw you both."

This smile on the first day of the junior high school could finally tell him that he was teasing him, and he sighed, "Yan Hang is lost, I'm unemployed, it's you two chewing me."

"Are you unemployed?" Uncle Yan looked at Yan Hang.

"What's weird about being unemployed," Yan Hang sighed. "Am I not unemployed all day long?"

"That's different. At that time, I saw you did a good job," said Uncle Yan, "I thought your goal was your hotel boss."

Yan Hang laughed: "I have never seen our hotel boss."

"If you are unemployed, you will be unemployed," Uncle Yan stretched out. "Find it slowly, and bully the first year."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

When the barbecue was almost eaten and the wine was almost gone, an unfamiliar cell phone ringed in the room.

"Mine." Uncle Yan took out a cell phone from his pocket.

"I put it out in the morning, and immediately used my phone?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Are there new models?"

"Cui Yi cried and yelled to buy it for me," said Uncle Yan. "He won't get up on his knees if he doesn't accept it. The number remains the same...Hello?"

On the first day of the new year, I looked at the mess on the table. I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but I felt that I didn't have to worry about anything anymore.

He listened to Uncle Yan's call and started to pack things on the table.

The call should have been from Cui Yi, let Uncle Yan go over and rub the floor, so as not to delay his sleep.

"When did Lao Cui develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early?" Dad stood up after answering the phone. "I don't have his house key, so I'll pass it first. I'm afraid he won't open the door later."

"It's not early to go to bed now," Yan Hang pointed to the clock on the wall, "it's half past one."

"For you, go to bed early before three o'clock," Dad smiled, "Are you still insomnia?"

"Occasionally," Yan Hang said, "it's much better."

"Well," Dad nodded, and put his arm around him, "Tomorrow you're going to be fine, take me out for a walk."

"Call me when you get up," Yan Hang said, "I usually wake up when I go to work in the first grade."

Turning his head to look at him on the first day.

"I don't know if I go to bed early, I must get up early," Yan Hang said.

The first day of the new year sighed.

Yan Hang took his father to the elevator entrance of the building of Cui Yi's house, and watched his father get into the elevator before he turned around and returned to the house.

The table has been cleaned up on the first day of the new year, and the dishes are being washed in the kitchen.

"You are not sleepy," Yan Hang leaned behind him, "I am sleepy professional insomnia."

"Tell me bad, bad words make you sleepy," said the first day of the month.

Yan Hang laughed: "Keep your grudges."

"I get up early in the morning, and you say it lightly, you say that the lighter I am, the more you can hear it," said the first day of the new year. "The point is, I say I am noisy and wake you up."

Yan Hang didn't speak, he was always happy.

"My life is too, too difficult." Chu put a washed pot on the shelf and turned around.

"It will be more difficult in a while." Yan Hang kissed him.

"Huh?" Chuyi looked at him.

"I want a Japanese dog." Yan Hang kissed his nose again.

"You don't, no, no, isn't it sleepy, are you?" The first day of the new year stuttered badly, probably because the notice came too suddenly.

"I was sleepy," Yan Hang snorted, and put it on his neck and smelled it. "But if I smell your body, I won't be sleepy again."

"My body is sweaty, it smells like sweat," said the first day of the new year, "it smells like alcohol."

"Waiting for you to take a shower." Yan Hang said.

"You don't wash it?" said on the first day of the new year, "you thought you would have a barbecue at night, and it smells good?"

Yan Hang couldn't smile: "I wash it. If you feel like it is in the bathroom, we will wash it together. If you feel that the bed is still stable, you should wash it first."

"...I'll wash it first," said the first day, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll fall."

"Fool." Yan Hang gave him a kiss, "so cute."

After being scolded as a idiot, he obediently took a change of clothes to take a bath, and then sent it back to the bed to cooperate with the Japanese dog. This is probably what he can do.

On the first day of the new year, I closed the bathroom door, twisted and sprinkled.

In fact, he didn’t think about it for a day or two. After all, after he relied on Ning Jing to take advantage of it last time, he has never had any communication with Yan Hang on this aspect. He has been busy with all kinds of things. , Uncle Yan didn't have a trial, and his heart was not at ease.

After the court session, he waited for the result. Although he was always thinking about it, he was afraid that Yan Hang would not be interested. If he left the court halfway because he was not interested, it would be very bad, and it would not be good for Yan Hang's physical and mental health.

Gee tut tut tut.

Rubbed his face on the first day of the new year.

I don't know why, he obviously feels that he has been thinking about it for a long time, and all kinds of psychological preparations are in place, but now there is still an inexplicable tension.

And sorry.

I don't know if it is nervous or scared or nervous or scared. On the first day of the new year, I felt that I could take a bath for 10,000 years. When he came out of the bathroom, Yan Hang was standing in the living room with a cigarette in his mouth.

"You love me too much," Yan Hang said. "Did you kill yourself by the way?"

"...You go and wash it." Chu Yi turned around and entered the bedroom.

When he saw something on the bed, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Yan Hang, "Demonstration!"

"Yeah," Yan Hang nodded, took the clothes and walked to the bathroom, "How about getting to know my little friends tonight."

In fact, the little friend, that is, the set and the lubrication that I don't know when Yan Hang will buy it, and...the next button, the massager.

"Yan Hang." He returned to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

"Ah." Yan Hang replied.

"You are really shameless." The first day of the new year said his emotions.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.

"What is that, what is that!" said the first day.

"It's just shaking," Yan Hang said inside, "Don't be nervous, it won't go in."

Chu opened his mouth, gave up the conversation, turned back to the room, crouched on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the shameless three-piece suit neatly arranged by Yan Hang on the bed.

After watching it, I felt a little curious again.

He reached out and took the old and shameless three-piece suit, and after studying it, he turned on the switch.

The low buzzing sound and the vibration in his hand made him blush. After a tick, he turned off the switch and threw it back to the previous team. After thinking about it, he carefully placed it in its original position. , So as not to let Yan Hang find that he has moved.

I don’t know where Yan Hang bought this thing, and I haven’t seen the express box recently. Eight achievements were bought at the set shop opposite. It’s hard to imagine the scene when Yan Hang walked into the store to pick these things. Too adult.

Yan Hang took a bath much shorter than him. When he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, he was full of wind. At first glance, he was completely drowsy and excited.

"Little dog," Yan Hang walked to the bed, took off his shirt, jumped up and leaped on him, "Come on, let my brother kiss him."

Turning his head on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You are, have you rehearsed, practiced appearance moves, movements?" asked the first day of the month.

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"When you come in, you have to take off your clothes. Why should you put on your clothes?" said the first day.

"You wait." Yan Hang said as he went down from him, going to the closet and flipping.

"What are you looking for?" The first day of the day turned around and asked.

"Find a bitch," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid you will suddenly want to instruct me when I'm doing it. I really don't want to smoke you at this time."

The first day of the new year laughed: "Is it fun?"

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

"Always do it, hit me while doing it," said the first day of the day.

"Forget it," Yan Hang hatedly pulled out a belt from the closet, and then took out a mask. "In the future, this item will be regarded as fun."

"Hey!" At the first day of the year, he was taken aback, turned over and sat up, and pointed to the belt in his hand in horror.

"Tie your mouth," Yan Hang thought for a while, then flipped through the cabinet again, took out a thin scarf, then threw a palm on him, pushed him down and pressed it on him, preparing to put the scarf on his face It stopped again when it was tied up, "Say brother first, right?"

"Huh?" Chuyi looked at him.

"Call, Brother Xiaotian." Yan Hang said.

"...Brother Xiaotian." The first day of the junior high school called out honestly.

"Brother Hang." Yan Hang said.

"Brother Hang." He followed him on the first day of the junior high school.

"Really good," Yan Hang stroked the scarf, put it on his face, then pulled his nose to reveal, then tied a knot on the back of his head, "I will listen to you."

"...Wow." I didn't know what word was said in the first year of the junior high school.

"Who the hell?" Yan Hang still reacted after a second based on the tacit understanding with the first year of junior high school.

The first day of the new year laughed.

Yan Hang didn't say a word, bowed his head and kissed lightly on his neck.

On the first day of the new year, I felt a little tight in my breathing and closed my eyes.

Although he took the lead last time, he has only now suddenly discovered that this kind of thing is obviously easier for people in the second round to appear high-level.

The person who is in the front wades in the water, all details will become more perfect, and even the technical problem of how to feel better will be improved.

loss.

In such a comparison, Yan Hang could quite afford the name of an old driver, and he was like a stupid dog.

On the first day of the new year panting.

loss.

I was very dissatisfied, but at this moment I could only breathe. After a few seconds of dissatisfaction, I was excited and didn't know where to go.

There is only one word left in my mind.

what.