A Lucky Coin

On the first day of the morning, he didn't wake up as punctually as usual. Yan Hang was woken up by the sound of the sliding door when he got up to go to the balcony.

He first took his cellphone and looked at the time, it was early.

Then suddenly he saw the little dolphin massager next to the pillow... Yan Hang corrected him and told him that this was not a little whale but a little dolphin... When he saw the little dolphin, he remembered what happened last night, and immediately threw the phone. Closed his eyes.

Last night, he had frightened and shameless imagination of the little dolphin, but he never expected that Yan Hang would hold this and press his back and legs.

This huge difference between before and after he did not care about the detailed feelings at the time. At that time, no matter where it was a little shake, it could have the same effect, but now I think about it...

He simply didn't want to open his eyes anymore.

On the first day of the new year, I rolled over with a pillow.

He was still a little confused because of the sudden appearance of the little dolphin, he was completely awake, and his mind was full of the situation last night.

And no matter which scene you think of, you can accurately recall the feeling at that time.

Yan Hang came in from the balcony and walked to the bed when he heard the footsteps.

He continued to pretend to sleep on the first day of the new year, half of his face was buried in the pillow.

"Should I ask for a leave for you?" Yan Hang's voice came from above, "Tell you group leader that you need to rest because of your hip injury."

On the first day of the new year, I just lifted the towel and saved the process of sitting up. I jumped directly from the bed to the ground.

"Do you want to say that your skills are not good," said the first day of the first year while putting on clothes, "I didn't let you go to work, you can't get out of class."

Yan Hang didn't speak, and leaned on the cabinet door and smiled at him: "Pant like that, I thought you were going to do it."

"No, don't be big. If you say this early in the morning, it is not suitable for children." On the first day of the new year, I felt that my face was burning up, "I'm still young, puppy."

"Puppy," Yan Hang went over and gave him a kiss. "Did you have a good time last night?"

"Don't bully, bully the dog," said the first day of the month, "the dog is no, it's not a chance, it will clean up you."

Yan Hang smiled for a while: "Hurry up, I'm going to be late for work."

On the first day of the new year, he walked two steps to the bedroom door, turned his head and glanced at the bed, then rushed back to pick up the little dolphin massager, opened the cabinet and stuffed it into the back of the closet.

Then he raised his head and walked out of the bedroom.

When Yan Hang entered the kitchen to make some breakfast, he poked his head out of the bathroom on the first day of the new year, brushing his teeth and said, "Don't make breakfast, it's time for dinner, I'll go out to eat."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"You keep your belly, and you have breakfast with Yan and Uncle. Let's eat." said the first day of the new year.

"He has to sleep until noon to get up," Yan Hang said, "I drank wine yesterday, and people relaxed. Maybe I can sleep until the afternoon."

"I think he always put it on the first day, and it's loose," said the first day of the junior high school. "You laugh when you enter the court."

"His person is just like that." Yan Hang took out a bottle of yogurt and cut two slices of bread, planning to make a yogurt sandwich for the first day of the first year.

"You are the same as him," said the first day of the new year, "small and deep calculations."

Yan Hang smiled and glanced at him: "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid," said the first day, "you won't, count me."

"So confident." Yan Hang cut two slices of red sausage and put them in the bread.

"I have been very confident these two years," said the first day of junior high school. "I don't know where I came from."

"I gave it." Yan Hang handed him the sandwich on the plate.

"It should be." He took the plate on the first day of the new year, with a thoughtful look on his face and did not eat it for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang's master shook before his eyes.

"No," he lowered his head and took a bite of the sandwich on the first day of the new year. "I just think it's good, it's dangerous. People are just like people, just one turn, the head may be wrong and missed."

"A car mechanic," Yan Hang said, "don't be so poetic all day long."

Lu Yi smiled.

Not only did my dad not sleep until the afternoon, he didn't even miss lunch. Yan Hang's phone rang at ten thirty.

"Get up?" Yan Hang answered the phone.

"Well, Lao Cui called me to get up and play with you," Dad yawned, "I think that getting up late will affect the affectionate degree of father and son meeting."

"Are you hungry?" Yan Hang asked, "Take you to dinner."

"Okay," Dad said, "but I don't want to eat seafood, so I have a regular meal, no seafood."

"Why?" Yan Hang asked.

"I'm tired of eating," Dad sighed, "I rented a room to hide, and the rent included food. The landlord sold seafood. I ate seafood for several months, and I felt like vomiting when I thought of the smell."

Yan Hang laughed, and after a while, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Go for hot pot," Dad said, "It's Sichuan flavor."

"Yes." Yan Hang said.

Yan Hang packed up and went downstairs, but his father was already standing downstairs waiting for him.

"So fast?" He walked over.

"Are there any cigarettes," Dad asked him, "Give me one."

Yan Hang passed the cigarette in his pocket: "You don't have the money to buy cigarettes, do you?"

"I don't have time to buy cigarettes at all," Dad lit the cigarette. "Go to school on the first day of junior high... to work?"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I am very active every day, similar to saving people."

Dad laughed, think about it and looked at him again: "Are you two serious?"

"Then it depends on how to define it seriously," Yan Hang said, "I haven't thought about it too much. I have no plans or thoughts about the future."

"Just define it yourself." Dad said.

"Then I'm serious." Yan Hang nodded.

Dad took two puffs of cigarettes and pinched them out on the trash can nearby: "Okay."

"Actually, it's quite hard to accept," Yan Hang looked at him, "After all, I never expected it."

"I didn't think about it at all." Dad took a piece of gum and put it in his mouth, then turned and walked towards the door. "I used to think you were a little girl, but I still wonder what kind of one I will find in the future. Where's my wife."

"Don't worry about it now," Yan Hang said, "not only does she have no daughter-in-law, but she's also a last resort."

Dad glanced at him: "It's a pity that Lao Yan's family has such a good gene."

"I'm sorry?" Yan Hang said with a smile, "Is it unhappy?"

"It's kind of," Dad patted him on the back, "but it's still the same sentence, whatever you want, I don't care as long as you like."

Yan Hang and his father walked to the gate of the community. There were two taxis parked at the gate, but he hesitated, did not get in the car, and took his father along the road.

"Come on?" he said.

"Well," Dad stretched, "I haven't walked like this with my son in a long time."

"I haven't walked much before." Yan Hang said, "walking a few steps is like a broken leg."

"That's you." Dad said.

"I'm squeezing the bus now." Yan Hang smiled.

"The prince has been reduced to relying on a small stutter that was bullied since he was a child," the father sighed, "the world has changed."

"Do you still have money there?" Yan Hang thought for a while, then turned to look at his father.

"No, I will give all the money to Cui Yi before I leave..." Dad turned his head to look at him halfway through, "he embezzled my inheritance?"

"...Give me the inheritance," Yan Hang said, "I just ask, if you run out of money, I still have part of your inheritance here, anyway, you are not dead, you can return it to you."

"You take it, don't worry about me," Dad said, "I can just get something."

"How?" Yan Hang asked.

"Find a rich woman next to you." Dad said.

Yan Hang took two steps back and looked at him, then sighed after a while: "If your hair grows longer, then consider this matter."

Dad laughed for a long time.

There was no strangeness or strangeness to my father because of the time and what happened before.

From the moment he saw his father...no, after he finished vomiting, he returned to the usual atmosphere of getting along with his father.

In fact, many things have changed. He will no longer wander around with his father, he will no longer rent a house with his father, and he will not be together again. Regardless of whether he has money or not, he will eat first and then talk about it, and he will gradually no longer be in the days when he disappears. Li was upset and insomnia, and would not even live with his father again.

But even if this is the case, my dad is still my dad, and the feelings that have been left behind for more than ten years are no longer summed up by father and son alone.

And most importantly, the uneasy factors in their lives are gone.

The uneasiness brought by my father himself, but he wiped it away.

Sometimes when I think about it, it feels amazing.

And now, even if Dad disappears without a word tomorrow, he won't go back to the darkness again. Of course, he will still miss it. It's just a simple miss.

The only thing that made him tremble slightly was the phrase "heritage" from his father.

When he left, he probably never thought that he could come back alive, and he was given to Cui Yi with the idea of ​​Tuo Gu.

"What do you want?" Dad asked beside.

"Too much, I can't tell." Yan Hang said.

"Old Cui said that you have been seeing a doctor, and you have been several times recently," Dad said, "How is the situation?"

"It's basically okay," Yan Hang said, "It was because of work that I didn't control my emotions when I went back."

"You beat the boss and got fired, right?" Dad asked.

"I really wanted to hit it," Yan Hang snorted, "I hit our new chef, but in the end I endured it."

"Rebirth?" Dad seemed a little surprised, turned his head and glanced at him.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

"I can still learn something in the first year of junior high school," said the father, "I have never cared much about you. I can fight anyone who wants to fight. Anyway, I can't suffer a big loss... I didn't expect to be able to bear it now. "

"Does a forbearance still need to learn from others?" Yan Hang said.

Dad laughed: "You know it yourself."

After walking forward for a while, the restaurant was almost here, and Yan Hang pointed to the roadside: "That mall is newly opened. I'll take you around after eating in a while. You haven't visited for several years..."

Before Yan Hang finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.

"Dear prince, do you think I was released after more than ten years of detention?" Dad said, "I have been walking outside before I voluntarily entered the detention center."

"... Follow me by the way, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Really not," Dad laughed. "I have so many things, and I am not here all the time, and..."

Dad put his arm on his shoulder and hugged him: "I don't dare to see you either. I think too much, and I feel distressed."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Do you feel aggrieved," Dad asked, "I don't have a reliable dad."

"I'm only in my early twenties," Yan Hang said, "you can start to be reliable now."

"Yes," Dad nodded, "Tomorrow I will discuss with Lawyer Cui, I will be an assistant for him."

"...You might as well just ask him for money," Yan Hang laughed. "Are you embarrassed to find a reason for this time?"

"I really have to ask him for some money," Dad said. "After playing this year, I will get something to do next year."

"Good." Yan Hang said immediately, "I can go and help."

"Don't be overkill." Dad shook his head.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Hang asked.

"It won't be a western restaurant anyway." Dad said with a smile.

On the first day of the junior high school, I left work an hour early today, and I confessed a few words with my colleagues and drove to the mall.

Uncle Yan came back too suddenly and didn't give him and Yan Hang any preparation time.

He always wanted to buy some presents before Uncle Yan came out, which was considered a celebration, but he didn't think about what to buy before he came back suddenly.

On the first day of the new year, I wandered around in the mall, too expensive to buy, cheap and boring, ordinary not creative, creative and impractical...

Finally, he stood in front of the thermos cup counter.

He didn't even look inside the cups of this house before passing by, and he would hold the doorpost without letting go when dragging him in. There were hundreds of cups for Yan Hang, and he was not willing to come in when he bought a cup for Yan Hang last year.

But now it's different. His salary is pretty good now, which is twice as high as during the internship. After the exam is completed, he can get more money.

Buying a thermos cup worth a few hundred dollars no longer needs to gnash your teeth.

When he came out of the shopping mall with the bag packed in the super luxury thermos mug, Yan Hang called.

"Hello?" Chuyi answered the phone.

"Are you leaving get off work on time today?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's off work," said the first day.

"Well, that's fine, I'll eat at home tonight," Yan Hang said, "I'll make some dishes."

"No, go out to eat a big meal or something?" asked the first day, "After all, letting it out is a big deal."

"It's not that you have been in jail for ten years, do you still want to put off the whip... My dad usually likes to stay at home," Yan Hang smiled, "You didn't see that he had to take it home for a barbecue before. Do you eat?"

"That's OK," said the first day of the new year, "I will bring the vegetables back, shall I go?"

"I bought it," Yan Hang said, "you just need to come back immediately."

"Miss me?" asked the first day.

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "I'm also worried about your butt, I will rub it for you when I come back."

"...You shout loudly, louder." said the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang smiled and hung up the phone.

The thermos cup that I took home on the first day of the new year was highly praised by Uncle Yan.

He held the cup and laughed for five minutes without stopping.

"Are you an ambassador for the thermos mug?" Yan Hang also couldn't smile. "Can you give me some other gifts?"

"Isn't this ugly?" The first day of junior high school followed and laughed.

"Much better than mine," Yan Hang took the cup and looked at it. "I think it's mainly because there are probably no ugly middle-aged and elderly models in the store. You can pick a similar one with your eyes closed."

"This is sales, sales picks." Chu Yi answered truthfully.

"No wonder." Yan Hang smiled and stretched out his hand and flicked his face.

Chu Yi was shocked, and subconsciously glanced at Uncle Yan.

Uncle Yan said nothing.

On the first day of the new year, he lowered his voice and tried his best to keep his lips still, and turned his head to look at Yan Hang: "Don't do anything."

Yan Hang didn't say a word, raised his hand and pinched his face again.

Lu Yi stared at him.

Yan Hang raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose again.

"It's not over?" he said.

"Just your own guilty conscience." Yan Hang whispered.

"Tsk you!" Lu Yi still stared at him.

Uncle Yan tweeted a few more times over there, and Yan Hang smiled and fell onto the sofa: "He hasn't been such a cute kid for a long time. You are so cooperative."

"Yes," Uncle Yan nodded, "Yan Hang is not like a child, I can't usually amuse him."

The first day of the new year sighed.

"Eating," Yan Hang patted his hands, "Let's call Lao Cui, you can come over."

Uncle Yan called Cui Yi: "Lawyer Cui, it's time for dinner, can I use me to carry you back?"

Cui Yi didn't know what he said over there, and Uncle Yan said, "It's okay, I can help you interrupt and then come back."

Cui Yi entered the door a few minutes later, and sighed as soon as he came in: "You don't need to call me for this kind of family gathering, I'm not very comfortable."

"You can serve food with a pestle nearby," said Uncle Yan.

"Do you know how much I charge for an hour of consultation?" Cui Yi said.

"I don't know," Uncle Yan replied very simply, "I won't give money."

"Uncle Cui sits here," Yan Hang took a chair for Cui Yi, "occasionally feel the warmth of the family is good for the body and mind."

Cui Yi sat down and leaned on the back of the chair and smiled: "It's also very good, it can finally get rid of it."

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Uncle Yan asked him, "If you are not busy, have a drink?"

"You said so," Cui Yi said, "I have to drink tomorrow even if I am busy."

On the first day of the junior high school, he followed Yan Hang into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at it: "No beer, did you buy it?"

"They want to drink white," Yan Hang said, "I bought it. Let's drink a drink."

"Oh." Chu Yi was stunned, "Why?"

"Old Cui, I don't understand. If my dad is in this pose, he will definitely not be drunk tonight," Yan Hang said, "You have to drink along, so please take time off tomorrow."

"I don't drink it," said quickly on the first day of the new year, "don't drink it."

Today, Yan Hang was cooking Chinese food. For four people, he cooked seven or eight dishes and filled them with large plates and bowls. Then he put a few bottles of liquor on the table, and he was very trembling at the first day of the new year.

At first glance, someone had to lie under the table in the end.

"You two drinks?" Cui Yi glanced at the ice tea in Yan Hang's hand.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "We are still young."

"Underage." said the first day of the new year.

"Then you watch adults drink," Cui Yi flicked his finger on the bottle, "pour the wine."

Yan Hang immediately stood up and drank a drink, and poured a full glass for both of them.

"I didn't expect it," Uncle Yan picked up the cup, "We still have such a day to drink."

"Well," Cui Yi also picked up the cup, staring at the wine for a while, then knocked on his cup, "I thought I won't see it in this life."

Uncle Yan smiled, raised his head and took a sip, half a glass of wine went down. He felt that his throat was burning when he first saw it. He quickly took a sip of ice black tea.

Cui Yi also raised his head for half a cup.

On the first day of the new year, he took another sip of ice tea.

Yan Hang has never figured out the relationship between Cui Yi and his father. He probably only knows that they were friends before his father was married. As for how a man who became a lawyer later became a scumbag and is still a vagrant. It’s not clear if his father became a friend.

Dad didn't mention it either. Maybe he was mentioning these. He had to mention the past that he didn't want to think about.

Yan Hang took the iced black tea bottle and knocked on his hand on the first day of the first year: "Brother Gou, let's go."

On the first day of the new year, he raised his head boldly, drank half a bottle of ice black tea, wiped his mouth, and put the bottle on the table: "It's you."

Yan Hang held back his laugh, and drank half a bottle with his head up boldly.

"Is it a bit silly?" asked the first day in a low voice.

"Yes." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

Dad and Cui Yi drank fiercely. They chatted and drank. They didn't eat much food, but they emptied a bottle after a while.

Although Yan Hang heard that there was nothing to hear about their conversation, it was nothing more than what his father had seen and heard in the past few years, Cui Yi asked, and he said casually, but he was very relieved.

On the first day of the junior high school, I immersed my head around eating, listening very deeply while eating, and from time to time I interrupted and asked.

Even if he is a dog brother, he is still a dog brother who has never seen the world. The things that dad said casually are very new to him.

Yan Hang smiled, leaning on the back of the chair and swaying gently.

The lamp on the ceiling is quite old, but I just changed the lamp holder on the first day of the new year, so it is very bright. Before, I used white light.

It's really comfortable.

The smell of vegetables and wine in the nose, the chattering from high and low to the ears, I saw this room, a table of dishes, and a few people in my eyes.

Yan Hang felt his whole body relax like never before.

It is not that he is not used to living an unchanging "ordinary" life, but that he hasn't really lived such a life until now, it really started.

He closed his eyes and shook slightly, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes into his ears.

When he was about to raise his hand to rub, someone took a tissue and pressed it against the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and looked at the first day of the new year.

"Happy?" asked the first day.

"Yeah." He smiled.