A Lucky Coin

He couldn't drink enough in the first year of the junior high school, but he knew that Yan Hang's drink was pretty good, so he was mentally prepared for the uncle Yan and Cui Yi who didn't dare to join Yan Hang.

But I still didn't expect that the two of them could drink so much wine. The wine that Yan Hang bought was gone. They also drank ice black tea for a while.

When the two people fell asleep one by one on the sofa, it was almost three in the middle of the night.

Looking at the mess at the table and floor, the first day of the year, who has been a long-time worker for many years, was so sleepy that he didn't want to move.

"It doesn't matter," Yan Hang was sitting against the wall on the bay window, his legs dangling back and forth, "I'll clean up tomorrow."

"... or put it away, tidy up," he hesitated for a while and stood up on the first day of the new year.

"You are really." Yan Hang smiled and jumped down from the bay window, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Why, how can you help me," the first day of the month sighed, "this is not rule, it must be my job, ah."

"I'll be with you," Yan Hang said, "right?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang basically followed two steps with this one. He collected a set of plates on the first day of the new year. He put a spoon on it, held a bowl on the first day of the new year, and put another cup on it.

When he finished cleaning up and began to sweep the floor, he sat back on the bay window, and the "together" activity was over.

The first day of the new year glanced at him while sweeping the floor: "You used to..."

"I used to take turns to clean up with my dad, throw it away first, and then pick it up when I have time." Yan Hang interrupted him and replied neatly.

"Then..." the first day of the junior high school said again, but was interrupted again.

"Later, I didn't open fire very much here myself, sometimes I used a paper bowl and paper plate to throw it away," Yan Hang said, "you will be there later."

"...Oh." Chu nodded.

In fact, nobody cares, and Yan Hang cleans up himself. After all, he is still a very particular person, but with him, Yan Hang must be lazy.

Life is bitter.

Since I was young, I have to do all kinds of housework at home.

Those who don't go to work smoke on the bay window to watch the night scene.

……Happiness.

The two people who had been drunk both slept until noon the next day. When Yan Hang was hesitating whether to ask them to get up for dinner or just leave them alone, Cui Yi got up.

"I went to the office." He went into the bathroom and washed his face.

"Go to the office with a drunk taste?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Go back and take a shower, wash your hair, brush your teeth, change clothes, and go to the office." Cui Yi said.

"I know." Yan Hang laughed.

"Your dad will probably sleep until night," Cui Yi glanced toward the living room, "Just leave him alone and eat by yourself."

"Shall I get you something?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Cui Yi said, "I'll just ask the assistant to order me a takeaway later."

"Do you have an assistant?" Yan Hang said.

"How many years I have been working, is it weird to have an assistant?" Cui Yi looked at him.

"No, mainly because I haven't seen it either," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad also said to be your assistant."

"Then I will have to be complained to be unemployed," Cui Yi waved his hand, "I'm leaving, don't call me when I eat, I can't hold it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

Dad’s adaptability is very strong. From wandering around with his son to hiding and chasing the murderer alone, to hiding in the detention center, and finally back to the ordinary unemployed middle-aged man. This change does not seem to affect him. What is the impact.

During the period when Yan Hang was thinking about his new job, his father had been living in Cui Yi's house. Sometimes he would come to chat with him for a while, and he would spend most of the time wandering outside.

It is said that the mentality is different, the world you see is different, and you have to look at it again.

Yan Hang had a hunch that the middle-aged old fox could not stay.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before my father planned to go out, saying that he was going back to his hometown to have a look, and then go somewhere else.

Yan Hang didn't ask much where the other places were. Now that Dad is out, he doesn't have any fear anymore, just a little bit reluctant.

"Come back and bring gifts to you both." Dad took a duffel bag and stuffed it with clothes.

"Coax the kid," Yan Hang said.

Dad smiled and said nothing.

He lives in Cui Yi's house, but the clothes are all placed here by Yan Hang. When he is packing, he gathers from the closet. They are still the same as before. Although they are all very delicate clothes, there are not a few in total. Just put them in your duffel bag. Just plug it.

After stuffing the clothes, Dad pulled out a few more pieces from the bag and handed them to Yan Hang, "Help me hang them back."

Yan Hang glanced at him, smiled, and hung his clothes back in the closet.

Dad still knows his thoughts quite well. This action of hanging the clothes back without taking all of them is like proving to himself that he will never know his return date without saying goodbye.

"I'll be back in about a month," Dad said, "You have time to help me see how to rent a house. I can't always live with Cui Yi. He goes to the toilet every night and thinks I am a thief. ."

"Old Cui has such a poor memory, how did he become a lawyer..." Yan Hang was a little shocked.

"He has never had anyone else in the house in his entire life," Dad said. "I guess he won't be able to adapt if I don't live for a year or two."

"Do you have any requirements for the house?" Yan Hang asked.

"Haven't you rented a house with me?" Dad asked. "How long did you remember?"

"I know, as long as I can live," Yan Hang said, "Isn't it... different now."

"Yes," Dad sighed and looked at him, "It's bigger than your Uncle Cui's house, higher than his house, and better than his..."

"It's better to be able to live." Yan Hang gave him a fist.

Renting a house for my dad is much simpler than renting a house for his dad in the first year of junior high, because my dad has no money to spend and his "heritage" has not been used up yet.

"I'll go to the property and ask about the property," said the first day of the year. "It can be here, and it is best to rent it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

The efficiency of work was still very high on the first day of the first year. After speaking, I went directly to the property. Then I asked a family. They were separated by four buildings. They were similar in size. There was one more room than Yan Hang’s, but there was definitely no Cui Yi. That set is large, but on the first floor, there is a so-called two square meter courtyard at the entrance.

"Just this set." Yan Hang said on the phone.

"Don't go check it out?" The first day of the day was stunned.

"Is there anything to see," Yan Hang said, "the buildings are quite new, and they have a yard."

"That can be called a courtyard, a courtyard..." The first day of the year sighed, "like ours, the one downstairs, like, with a railing that is like my leg, so high, a hedgehog can jump around. past."

"Fart," Yan Hang laughed, "Have you ever seen the hedgehog jump in the garden downstairs?"

"I'll go and see," said the first day of the new year. "Neither do you, it's useless."

"Get off." Yan Hang laughed for a long time after hanging up the phone, then stretched his head out of the window and looked at the "yard" downstairs.

It's not really a yard, you can walk back and forth in two steps, but you can put a little flower pot to plant some green onions... Yan Hang's thoughts are a little farther away.

Although the goal of buying a car has not been achieved, I still think about my house at this time.

I had already seen the house when I came back on the first day of the new year, and I also made an appointment with the landlord to sign the agreement.

"Very efficient." Yan Hang gave a thumbs up.

"I asked, and asked about the housing prices of this community," Chu Yi looked at him, "I was scared to death."

"You two can't buy one square meter per month, right?" Yan Hang said with a smile.

"Ah," Chu nodded, "Is it because I earn too much, too little or the house, the price is too low, sensible?"

"You made a lot of money," Yan Hang said. "Does your classmate still have a lot of money and can't make money."

"Yeah," said the first day of the month, "such as Zhou, Chunyang classmate."

"He doesn't count, he just gnaws on the old stuff," Yan Hang also sighed, "but...have I heard you mention him for a long time?"

"If you want to drink vinegar, just cook it and drink it in the room," said the first day of the month, "why look for Chunyang."

"He has no last name." Yan Hang said.

"Why look for Zhou, Chunyang." said the first day.

"Will you break the sentence?" Yan Hang said.

"You are stammering with us, do you want to be too high," said the first day.

Yan Hang looked at him and waved at him after a while: "Come here, little dog."

"What?" The first day of junior high school looked at him warily.

"Rubbing your head." Yan Hang said.

"Then what?" The first day of junior high school was still very vigilant.

"Let you fucking come over and rub your head! There is so much nonsense." Yan Hang stared at him.

On the first day of the new year, he came quickly and bowed his head to hit him.

Yan Hang hugged his head and rubbed his head: "Sometimes I suddenly think you are cute."

"I think too." said the first day.

Dad did return to his hometown this time, to be exact, it was Yan Hang's hometown. After all, Dad had no father or mother. Only he knew where his hometown was.

He replaced his mother’s tombstone with a new one, and the words on it were the same as before, that is, the person who erected the tombstone had the name of Yan Hang.

"I wanted to write about the Tomb of the Wild Ass," my father said. "The old man who carved the stele will not do it."

"Your daughter-in-law is going to jump out to be anxious with you, crazy." Yan Hang said.

"I put everything here before in the tomb," the father said. "It's a memorial. I'll be a father again with my son in the future."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

"I will go back early next month," Dad said, "before your birthday."

"Can you give me some normal gifts this year?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes," Dad said, "In what year was the gift abnormal?"

"...Okay," Yan Hang sighed, "you just need to come back, don't worry about the gift."

Dad didn't tell him about his future itinerary, but he would call him every two or three days. On two occasions, he heard that the wind was very strong and the sound was very floating, as if standing on the top of a mountain.

"I don't know where the waves went," Yan Hang gritted his teeth while scrolling through the circle of friends to watch the current situation of his previous colleagues. "You didn't take me."

"Take you, you won't go either." The first day of the day turned the book next to him.

He was going to take the primary certificate test at the end of the month, and he read the book very hard every day, but he was able to pick up his words every time, making Yan Hang strongly suspect that he could not pass the test this time.

"Do you have any holidays on November?" Yan Hang said, "I want to go out and play."

"I don't know, it's eleventh, so long." said the first day.

"I..." Yan Hang turned halfway and saw a circle of friends posted by the previous boss.

The boss didn't post a circle of friends for ten thousand years. If he hadn't been seen in his contacts sometimes, Yan Hang would have thought he had never been a friend.

The photo of the boss is a shop under renovation. The area is not large, but it is a western restaurant. The accompanying text is to make your own western food.

"What do you think, the former boss?" Chuyi didn't know when he got in.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "it seems to have opened a shop by myself."

"Envy you?" asked the first day.

"Don't be envious," Yan Hang said, "You give me money to open a shop now, I can't do it, I don't have enough experience, and there are too many things I don't understand."

"So humble?" Junior One looked at him in shock.

"Do you think I am as shameless as you?" Yan Hang said.

"You said that when you are handsome, you are not modest at all, humble." said the first day of the day.

"To tell the truth, what kind of humility," Yan Hang said, "I don't talk blindly like you, cute, cute."

"I am not cute?" asked the first day.

"Cute." Yan Hang turned around and kissed him.

Chuyi smiled, lowered his head and pointed at the phone: "What does it mean to be your own, your own...?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang thought for a while, "He doesn't want to make customization, as he has mentioned in the book he wrote, so that guests can control the taste they want to the maximum..."

"Do you want to go?" asked the first day.

Yan Hang glanced at him, and he was worthy of being his dog on the first day of the first year...boyfriend, many times he can guess what he thinks on the first day of the first day without even a second.

"Let me ask first." Yan Hang said.

"Then ten, eleven, I can go out to play, yo." Chu put his chin on his shoulder.

"What's so cute?" Yan Hang patted his mouth with a backhand. "People don't necessarily need to recruit people, and they don't necessarily require me to recruit people... I don't know him well, so ask first. Say it again."

"Hmm." Nodding at first, "Don't be nervous."

Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed.

"If it were me, I would be nervous," the first day of the junior high school also smiled, "for a while, half a while, no more."

"It's okay, you don't need to find a job now," Yan Hang said, "I can't get nervous."

For Yan Hang, this kind of nervousness is not without it, but he is usually not nervous when he calls to ask about work.

He glanced at the time and called the boss.

"Xiao Yan?" The boss answered the phone.

"It's me," Yan Hang smiled, "Good afternoon, Brother Tang."

"Why do you think of calling me?" The boss's tone was still the same as before, very serious.

"I saw the photo you sent." Yan Hang didn't go around the corner either.

"Oh, I made a shop with my friend," the boss said, "try a new format."

"Is it mentioned in your book?" Yan Hang asked.

"You...Have you really read my book?" The boss seemed a little surprised.

"Watch it," Yan Hang said, "I'll watch it all after I get it."

The boss sighed: "You are probably the first assistant who has really finished reading my book."

"I set aside some time every day to read books," Yan Hang said, "I read your books as textbooks."

The boss smiled, and after a moment of silence, he asked: "Do you want to come over and try?"

"Well, I think it's interesting." Yan Hang said.

"Then you come over and try it tomorrow, but I don't guarantee that I can use you," the boss said, "now the store is not hiring."

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I should study."

On the first day of the first day of the new year, I was a little bit more back, and even if I met a customer who was more verbose than Li Xiao, I even gesticulated and instructed him. When changing the belt, he almost pushed him away and did it by himself. At that location, he knew that this person didn't understand the fart at first glance. In order not to hurt him, his hand was severely strangled, and when he was retracted, his fingers were already purple.

"Why are you so careless?" The customer was stunned when he saw it, without the strength of the previous one.

"Go out." Chuyi pointed to the door.

"Flush with water first," the customer said.

"Go, outside," still pointed to the door on the first day of the new year, "wait."

"Fine," the customer turned and walked out, "rush."

The finger was stabbed and dipped in hot sauce, and it hurt. I haven’t experienced this kind of pain for a long time on the first day of the new year. It’s probably been too long since I was beaten...

Last time I changed the engine and was smashed in my foot and it didn't hurt so much.

He squatted on the side of the car, took out his phone and took a photo with his finger, and then sent it to Yan Hang.

Looking at the time again, I felt that it was not appropriate. At this moment, Yan Hang should be interviewing in the boss's shop... so he quickly reissued another one.

-leave me alone

"Did you watch too many Tianlei dramas?" Yan Hang called him an hour later, "Send a tragic photo with a sentence, don't worry about me..."

On the first day of the new year, I couldn't hold back the joy: "I didn't mean it, I was afraid that you were in the interview."

"I'm in an interview," Yan Hang said, "It's hypocritical."

"The face is over?" asked the first day of the month, "how?"

"Why did you get your hands?" Yan Hang didn't answer him, and sighed, "You smashed your foot last week, but this week, your auto repair casualty rate is a bit too high?"

"No one died." said the first day.

"Ask how you did it!" Yan Hang said.

"The belt clipped," said the first day of the month, "it's gone, it hurts."

"Come back and rub it for you." Yan Hang said.

"Then it hurts, it hurts to death." Chuyi smiled.

"Then hell come back and give you two more blows!" Yan Hang sighed.

On the first day of the new year, I laughed for a long time and did not speak.

"The boss asked me to go to work next week." Yan Hang said.

"Really?" In the first grade of junior high school, his voice suddenly increased, "At work?"

"Well, the form of their place is to set up a small table, the guests sit there and watch, match the desired taste, and then make it, it has to be delicious," Yan Hang said, "this is not an innovation. , But he is more involved as a guest."

"Listen, don't understand." said the first day.

"Next time if you don't understand, please interrupt me in time to save me from talking so much." Yan Hang said.

"But hi, I like listening to you and talking." Chu Yi smiled.

"Go away," Yan Hang said, "come back and give you a blow."

People still have to work. Even if they are people who are used to being casual like Yan Hang, they can feel it in the first year of junior high. The news of going to work next week makes Yan Hang feel good.

After he came back, he didn't even think about smashing his hand.

"Come here," Yan Hang beckoned to him while sitting on the bay window, "Apply some medicine."

On the first day of the new year, he walked to him and held out his middle finger.

Yan Hang looked at him.

"It's middle, middle finger is injured." Lu Yi explained.

"Then you don't have to take this standard posture," Yan Hang said, "Believe it or not, I'll put you here now?"

I quickly stretched out my fingers on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang took some cotton wool, poured some medicine out of a small bottle and wiped it on his finger.

"What medicine?" asked the first day.

"Don't ask every time," Yan Hang said, "I told you last time, I don't know, my dad doesn't know which old liar came from."

The first day of the new year sighed.

But this medicine is quite effective, at least it can relieve a little swelling.

After the meal, the fingers don't look so scary.

"You won't tell, tell Uncle Yan?" On the first day of the day, he lay on the sofa with Yan Hang's leg and checked the recovery of his middle finger against the lamp.

"Can you do it, and tell your boyfriend his father with a finger?" Yan Hang said, "I was stabbed and he didn't condone me."

"I said! What I said is! You work! What you did!" The first day of the new year put down his hands and sighed.

"He will be back in a few days," Yan Hang said, "I'm anxious to tell him what he is doing right now, just like a kid who wants to tell his father after 100 points in the exam."

"You let him have fun," said the first day of the new year. "Yes, my son, what's the matter first, tell him at once, how happy it is."

Yan Hang looked down at him, "Naive."

"Then be naive, naive," said the first day.

Yan Hang was silent for a long time, then took out the phone.

He seems to seldom do reporting his own affairs to dad, dad doesn't ask, and he usually doesn't take the initiative to say so.

Just like every time Dad reappears after he disappears, he will not ask Dad where he is, nor will he report his own situation during the time he disappeared.

It was the first time I called my dad after looking for a job. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it felt a little warm for some reason.

"Dear Prince," Dad quickly answered the phone, "Do you miss me?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "I dialed the wrong number."

"Then this is fate, let's talk for a while." Dad said.

Yan Hang laughed: "I'm telling you something... In fact, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't tell it."

"Say," Dad said, "Let me listen."

"I went to interview for a very interesting restaurant today," Yan Hang said, "Passed, I will go to work next week."

"Really?" Dad's tone sounded normal, but Yan Hang was too familiar with him, and he was still happy, not knowing whether he was happy that he finally went to work again, or he was happy that he called specifically to talk about it.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled and told him about the format of the restaurant. "It's very fun. After you come back, call the first day of junior high school and Lao Cui, come over and eat once, and I will make it for you."

"You can go for your birthday." Dad said.

"My birthday, come and sit there, and then I will make something for you to eat?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes." Dad said.

"Whose birthday is it?" Yan Hang wanted to laugh.

"You," Dad said, "My son's birthday is Dad's Passion Day."

"...You gave birth to my mother, right?" Yan Hang was happy.

"After she gave birth, you would be angry with me, and you would scold me when she didn't leave the delivery room," the father said, "If it weren't for the strength, she could come down and beat me, I'm very suffering."

"All right," Yan Hang said with a smile, "then I will serve you a meal on my birthday."

"That's right." Dad said.

After Yan Hang hung up the phone, he looked at him on the first day of the month, and he almost heard what Uncle Yan said on the phone: "Well, this birthday is very meaningful, Xiao Yan."

"Yeah, Xiaochu." Yan Hang said, "It's all right here. If you squeeze, I promise to smoke you."

"Okay Xiao Yan." Chu nodded.

After the two looked at each other for a while, they laughed out loud together. After laughing for a long time, Yan Hang patted his face, leaned his head back, closed his eyes and extended the voice and let out a sigh of relief.