A Lucky Coin

When Uncle Yan came back from playing outside, he brought a lot of things, stuffed with a newly bought large suitcase.

The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang squatted in front of the suitcase and watched.

"All gifts?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's not all gifts, some are bought back and I don't know why." Uncle Yan said.

"Do you think you have a lot of inheritance and you need to use it quickly," Yan Hang looked at him, "For revenge against me, don't you plan to keep some for me?"

"We have been outside for so many years and we have never walked back," Uncle Yan said, "I can experience the feeling of bringing things back."

"Did you feel it?" Yan Hang asked, "How do you feel?"

"I'm exhausted," Uncle Yan pointed to the suitcase. "All the luggage racks can't fit it. The aisle can block the road. Finally, the flight attendant took it to me and put it in the car door."

I laughed for a long time on the first day of the first day. For Uncle Yan and Yan Hang, who never had any luggage when going out, this should have never been experienced.

In fact, he had never experienced it.

He went out a long way from home to here, and because there was nothing to bring, he only had a little luggage.

Yan Hang flicked the suitcase with his fingers: "Open it and have a look, what did you bring back?"

"Look at it." The first day of junior high school also learned that he flicked on the suitcase.

"Come on, let you see." Dad also squatted down, put the suitcase down, and opened the lid. "You two are so poor. Neither of you have ever experienced the feeling of someone coming back to bring things?"

"No," Yan Hang glanced at Chuyi, "You have it, your aunt will bring you something."

"It's not the same," Chuyi smiled, "My auntie called me out and secretly gave it to me to see and bring me when I saw it. Things feel different."

"Then come and feel it." Yan Hang rubbed his hands.

The three elders squatted around a suitcase, waiting to see what was inside. This scene was actually quite silly, but Yan Hang didn't care about complaining about himself, which was interesting and even a little excited.

This kind of excitement, for him and the first year of junior high school, arrived more than ten years late, and for many people, such a scene should have been there since they remembered.

"This," the first thing Dad took out after opening the lid was a bag, "clothes for the first day of the junior high school."

"Ah! Thanks! Uncle Xie Yan, uncle," he took it over excitedly on the first day of the month, and immediately opened it, "it's T, T, T, T-shirt!"

"It should be about the same size. I bought it under Yan Hang's number," Dad said. "You two are about the same now."

"Yes," Chu nodded, "he doesn't, he's not growing anymore."

"Get off." Yan Hang glanced at him, then turned to stare at the box, "What else?"

"This is for you." Dad took out another bag. "It's also a T-shirt."

"Let me see, what is it..." When Yan Hang took it over, he unpacked the bag with excitement, and then was stunned, "It's the same as the first one?"

"Couple costume." Dad said.

"...Isn't such a couple's outfit a bit wasteful?" Yan Hang looked at him, "we wear mixed clothes. Now it is equivalent to two pieces of the same clothes for one person."

"Let you two wear them together as a couple. Who makes you wear them in turn," Dad said, "has your IQ contagious the first day of the junior high school."

"No," the first day of junior high school still held his T-shirt excitedly, "IQ is inherited."

Yan Hang laughed and sat on the ground to have fun.

Dad sighed, and continued to take things out of the box: "This is the first year of junior high."

"I still have it?" He took it in surprise on the first day of the junior high school. It was a pair of sweatpants, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Yan Hang patted him, "as for being so excited?"

"Di." said the first day.

"...Is there mine?" Yan Hang turned his head to look at his father.

"Yes." Dad nodded.

When he saw the same bag in his hand, Yan Hang couldn't help but say: "You just said did you buy a set of the same clothes for us?"

"Three sets." Dad stretched out three fingers, "Well, I'm pretty interesting, I just bought one set myself."

"Is it the same?" asked the first day.

"Who wears the same clothes as you," Dad said, "I wear children's clothes."

"It's cute." Chu nodded.

"Continue." Yan Hang smiled and pointed to the box.

Dad didn’t know if he really had no experience in buying things for people, or he would always be so innocent. He and the first day of junior high school each got three sets of twins with the same clothes, five pairs of socks for one person, exactly. Ten pairs of identical socks are packed in two separate packages, and there is one pair of triad flip flops of the same size.

"How is it?" Dad looked at them and asked.

"I like it." On the first day of the day, she sat cross-legged on the ground and nodded vigorously.

Yan Hang has been having fun and never stopped.

"There's more," Dad said, "Do you still look at it?"

"Come on." Yan Hang said in amusement.

"The next one is not a good gift for the brothers," Dad said, "it is different."

Staring with interest in the first grade.

"This is the first year of junior high school." Dad took out a box.

"Razor!" said the first day.

"Yes," Dad said, "it's a big man, use a good one."

On the first day of the new year, he bowed his head and opened his mouth. Yan Hang felt that the dog was really easy to dismiss, and he couldn't see his eyes when he received everything.

"I didn't?" He asked, remembering that Dad said that he was playing differently now.

"No." Dad replied.

"I don't have a beard?" Yan Hang asked.

"I think the one you use is quite advanced," Dad said, "you don't need to buy a new one."

"Then he uses my one too!" Yan Hang pointed to the first year of junior high school.

"I don't know," Dad hooked his finger at the first one, "Give it back to me, I just took it to give Cui Yi, I forgot to buy something for him."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, and quickly put the razor behind him: "No."

Yan Hang and his father burst into laughter at the same time. He rubbed the heads of the first year of junior high school: "Hey, well said, no!"

Dad bought a new headset for Yan Hang, which he did not expect. His headset has been used for many years. Although it is a good product, it is somewhat old.

"You still use the old one, right?" Dad asked.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I have been using it, but I didn't expect to change it."

"That's good, one ear during the audition," Dad said, "It's shocking before I cook it."

"I'll try it later." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

"Then you two will be gone," Dad took out another box from the box and opened it. "Look, how beautiful it is."

It is a long glass vase.

In terms of vases, it is very beautiful. Dad’s aesthetics has always been okay, but it’s amazing to go out and play around and carry a vase when you come back.

But it is also possible that only Yan Hang finds it magical, because the first day of the new year is very surprised.

"You can put it in the house where you rent it," said the first day of the new year, "just right."

"Yes, I think so too." Dad nodded.

"What else?" Yan Hang looked into the box, almost bottomed out, "Where is my birthday present?"

"Is your birthday today?" Dad looked at him.

"Three days later." Yan Hang replied.

"Then look at it in three days. Isn't that pile enough for you?" Dad said.

"...Alright." Yan Hang smiled.

There were also some things in the box, which were all bought by my father, a vase, a few plates hanging on the wall, and a hat. I saw the horror version of the night light that I can’t sleep...

There is also a small jewelry box.

The old man didn't show it to them, but Yan Hang could see that it was a ring box. He quietly touched it and opened it when his father asked him to try on the clothes. It was empty.

Probably put this ring together with the gadgets before.

The box was brought back.

Yan Hang smiled. For his father, the wild donkey should be someone he will remember in his next life.

After throwing down a bunch of magical gifts, Dad packed his clothes into the box and moved into the newly rented house.

The living environment has never been the content of my father’s consideration of renting a house, but after all, this is a place where he can live for a long time. It is impossible for his son to buy him a house in a few years, so he still read it inside and out.

"Very good," Dad nodded, "This house is well-lit, and it's easy to get in."

"You can plant something at the door," Yan Hang said, "I asked in the first day. You can't plan the floor, but you can put flower pots."

"Grow something..." Dad looked at the two-square-meter open space at the door, "Set up a small shelf, and then bring Cui Yi's flowers over."

"Can you be kind to your only friend," Yan Hang said. "It's not easy for him to serve his flowers."

"I won't kill his flowers. He helps me raise my son, and I help him raise flowers. It's fair." Dad said, "That's it."

"...Oh." Yan Hang nodded.

After Dad came back, he didn't go out again, and he came to Yan Hang to eat and drink.

When going to get off work and leaving work, when he passed by his father's door, he called out. Dad immediately came out to eat with him. Yan Hang felt that he had a strange and practical feeling that he had never experienced before.

The work is going well so far. He thought that the old meeting asked him to go to the back kitchen to try first. After all, if something went wrong in the front hall, the guests could see it at a glance, but the boss let him stay in the front hall.

"After all, the image is good, and the kitchen is wasted." This is the boss's reason.

His job is to help guests cook western food in the front hall, sometimes the guests order him to cook, and sometimes assist the guests to cook it themselves, but this form ends on time at 7pm, and the guests order food at other times. The back chef does it, and he will be off work after seven.

Life is like embarking on a steady repetition with Dad's return.

The only thing that made him a little speechless was that he had to cook for his birthday.

"Can we get a seat right there?" Uncle Yan sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked back at the first day of the junior high school. "Isn't it said that they have three tables of this kind in total. Do they have to book it?"

Nodding at the beginning: "Well, it's very hot, hot, and it's hard to find one. You have to row, row..."

"Don't rush to help him brag," Uncle Yan interrupted him, "We haven't reserved a seat yet."

"Yan Hang will stay, stay." Chu Yi smiled.

"You said I want to order some miso toast or braised pork salad," Cui Yi said while watching the navigation, "Can Chef Yan make it for me?"

"Very big, human," said the first day of the new year, "bully young, kid."

Cui Yi sighed: "Did you cheeky you learned from Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high school?"

"Yes." The first day of junior high nodded very sincerely.

When I was approaching the restaurant, I took out my mobile phone on the first day of the new year, logged on to Xiaotian's number, and posted a Weibo.

When Cui Yi parked the car in the parking space of the restaurant, he said: "I want to be straight, live broadcast."

Cui Yi and Uncle Yan sat up straight at the same time, one looked at the rearview mirror, and the other turned down the mirror of the sun visor. The first one couldn't help but laughed: "Not necessarily, I can take you."

"Get off." Cui Yi opened the door and got out of the car.

"I won't let you shoot if I want to." Uncle Yan also got out of the car.

On the first day of the junior high school, while getting off the bus, he entered the live broadcast room with his brother Xiaotian's number.

"Anyone?" He pointed the camera at the ground.

-Have

-Yes yes yes

-Yes, puppies

-Dog brother

-Good brother dog

-Camera trouble, turn the camera to face yourself or lift up to face Xing Tian thank you

"Today is Xiaotian, brother Xiaotian was born, birthday," the first day of the first day of the day followed Uncle Yan and Cui Yi to the restaurant, "I'm one year old, you can be called Lao, Brother God."

-God

-Don't do this, I'm a few years older than Xiaotian

-My son is almost as old as him...

-Is it getting older now?

On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang walked out of the dining room and shook his hand at them: "I have reserved a good table for you."

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned. The restaurant uniform that Yan Hang wore today was the best one he had seen in the uniform worn by Yan Hang, especially like the chief executive of a rich family.

...What's so good about the chief executive?

I don't know, it looks good anyway.

In fact, it is a suit, black, Yan Hang is slender and looks very seductive when worn.

"Brother Xiaotian is very handsome today." He whispered.

-???Stop stuttering

-No stammering

-You are so handsome that you can speak neatly!!

-....I always thought it should be so handsome that I stuttered

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Live," he said, "Are you talking about a mask?"

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "Go, go in."

There are a lot of people in the restaurant. In addition to the three custom-made Western food tables, there are many decks, which are almost full, and the guests next to them will also look at the custom-made tables.

After sitting down on the first day of the junior high school, I suddenly understood why the old convention asked Yan Hang to stay in the front hall.

The cooking is done well, the cooking actions are also very handsome, and the people are very handsome, where can I find such a chef.

"Welcome," Yan Hang was standing next to the table, holding his hands on the table, looking at them, "Thank you for coming over and letting me cook for you on my birthday."

"You're welcome." Uncle Yan said.

"This is what we should do." Cui Yi said.

-Hahahahahahahaha is this uncle

-Ah so nervous, there seems to be an elder

-Sit up straight

-Are we going to see the parents

-Hello uncle

-Good uncle, good uncle

On the first day of the new year, he held his chin and looked at Yan Hang. He slowly lifted the phone up, taking pictures of Yan Hang's legs all the way to his face, and then stopped.

The young ladies on the screen started to frantically swipe the screen. On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang's face was almost invisible, and he almost didn't recognize Ah and Shuai.

I feel that the mobile phone can't hold it.

"Can you make a miso toast?" Uncle Yan asked.

The little girls who had just eased up on the screen suddenly filled the screen again.

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "Can you eat if I made it?"

"He eats." Uncle Yan pointed to Cui Yi.

On the first day of the new year, he laughed, his hands trembling a little.

"I want to eat pizza covered with cheese," Cui Yi said. "Put bacon and black pepper, nothing else. The important thing is to have more cheese and be covered... I always wanted to eat this, but which store does Don’t do that."

"You said it earlier," Yan Hang smiled, "I can do it for you at home."

-I want to eat this too

-hungry

-Oh my God, I always wanted to eat cheese and nothing else

"Okay, Uncle Cui's full cheese pizza," Yan Hang turned to look at Uncle Yan, "Your miso toast?"

"Roasted steamed buns," said Uncle Yan, "with pork chops, okay?"

"...Okay." Yan Hang nodded, then looked over to the first day of the junior high school.

On the first day of the new year, when Yan Hang's gaze swept over the camera, he felt that he was just like the young ladies on the screen.

-My God, if you really look at me, I don’t think I can stand up

-it's me

-You guys are a little prosperous, stand up bravely, Brother Xiaotian is watching me!!!!Our dog brother!

-Is dog okay?

-It should be okay, my hands are still stable and not shaking

-After all, there are uncles and second uncles

-Please be dignified and leave a good impression on the two uncles

-The two uncles don’t even look at us, okay

-and so.....

-I'm going to explode, so handsome. I like the look in the eyes of Brother Xiaotian!!!!!

"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang hooked the corner of his mouth as he watched Chu Yi.

-eat you

-you

-Of course you

-reserved!

-The dog wants to eat Xiaotian

On the first day of the new year, the young ladies almost blurted out "eat you", and stopped after gritting their teeth: "Little, puppy toast."

"What?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Puppy toast." said the first day.

-Damn hahahahahahahaha

-Exclusive toast for puppies

-I'm going to place an order for an oxygen inhaler

-I’ll hit the table and give myself artificial respiration. I’m poor after all

Yan Hang's eyes are indeed very good-looking, and he looked a little surprised at the first day of the first year.

In fact, he hasn't watched Yan Hang in this way for a long time. He is busy going to get off work every day and feels that his life is very fulfilling. He talks with Yan Hang every night for a while on TV series, or he watches TV and Yan Hang plays games.

Life is very monotonous and warm.

Occasionally, when he looked up at Yan Hang suddenly face to face with another mentality like now, he would suddenly feel excited.

No matter how long, no matter how familiar, no matter how boring to get along, Yan Hang will still bring goose bumps in his heart with three layers of excitement.

When did the live broadcast quit, I couldn't figure it out on the first day of the new year. Anyway, when Yan Hang started making puppy toast, his mobile phone had been flushed down on the table for a long time.

I'm so sorry, ladies.

"You puppy toast just use toast as a dog?" Uncle Yan said.

"Otherwise?" Yan Hang sighed, "I just pinched a dog head bun for him. How do I know what the hell a puppy toast is?"

"Puppy spinning is a spider spirit." Cui Yi said.

On the first day of the new year, he laughed for a while: "Puppy toast, toast is small, puppies eat toast, puppies eat, and when they eat, they call small, dog toast."

"You are also a large dog now." Uncle Yan said.

When I heard Uncle Yan's voice, he suddenly recovered his senses on the first day of the new year, took a bite, and coughed for a long time at the beginning, his face turned red.

Half was coughing, and half felt a little embarrassing.

He probably had some eye problems. He could only see Yan Hang on the opposite side. Uncle Yan and Cui Yi on both sides didn't see him at all. Thinking about his mind thinking about Yan Hang, the words that pretended to be cute and said, suddenly I want to go under the table.

Yan Hang took a mixture of cream and ice cream and poured it on the toast, then pushed the plate to the first day of the junior high school: "Eat the puppy."

I took a picture on the first day of the new year, and then grabbed the fork and immersed myself in the pain.

Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little, and he probably recovered. Even if there is nothing to eat right now, he can't lift his head on the first day of the new year.

"You can get something to eat too." Dad said as he ate.

"I'm at work," Yan Hang said, "how to eat."

"...So pitiful?" Dad glanced at him, "Is that the same as usual? You made it and watched others eat?"

"I'll go away when I'm done," Yan Hang said, "Today I can't stand here to watch you eat."

"You can go away now," Cui Yi said, "it's okay."

"Uncle," Yan Hang looked at him, "I'm waiting for my birthday present."

"Oh right," Cui Yi quickly touched his pocket, "I almost forgot."

He put a red envelope in front of Yan Hang: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you Uncle Cui." Yan Hang picked up this simple and rude red envelope and put it into his pocket.

"Come on," Dad put his hand in his pocket, "This time the birthday present is absolutely normal."

Yan Hang looked at him, he took out a small jewelry box from his pocket and handed it over.

This is the jewelry box that I saw in the suitcase that day. It was empty at the time. Yan Hang took it over: "This is not..."

"I didn't take a peek?" Dad said, "Where is the floor below."

Yan Hang glanced at his father: "How many eyes do you have?"

"Both." Dad sighed, "You are my brethren. I know what you think and do. I know everything."

Yan Hang smiled and opened the box.

The box was still empty. He picked up the small partition in the middle according to his father's instructions. Underneath was a silver pendant with a black rope.

It looked ordinary, but when Yan Hang picked it up, he could see that the pendant had two fingers hooked together, which was the same gesture as when he was a child that he would hang on a hook for a hundred years.

He looked at his father.

"I did it." Dad said.

"You did it?" Yan Hang was very suspicious. "If you say it was done in the first year of junior high school, I can still believe it. When did you have this craft?"

"I found a master craftsman to customize it. I drew the picture and knocked it twice," my dad said. "So I did it."

Yan Hang laughed and looked at the pendant in his hand: "Is there any meaning?"

"No," Dad said, "I hope you are all well."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded and looked at the first day of the new year.

He suddenly stood up on the first day of the junior high school and picked up his bag from the chair.

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang asked, "Are you going to leave?"

"Come out, let's come out," looked a little embarrassed on the first day of the new year, "I will send you a gift outside."

"Ouch," Cui Yi smiled, looking at his father, "We should go out."

"No," Dad said, "let them out."

"Let's go." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the new year, carrying the bag in front, walked out of the restaurant, Yan Hang confessed to his colleague, and followed out.

After walking to the corner, I stopped on the first day of the new year, looked around, and then pointed to a rockery fountain next to it: "There."

Yan Hang followed him again and watched him squat down on the grass next to the fountain.

"Why are you here?" Yan Hang asked.

"The environment is good." The first day of the new year pointed to the surroundings, "There are mountains, water, grass, and grassland."

"All right," Yan Hang also squatted down, next to him, "Let me see what gift it is. It takes such a good environment to see it."

"I, I did it myself," Chu Yi carefully took out a shoe box-sized box from his bag, "I can't do it, it's not very good."

"It's okay, I like everything made." Yan Hang said.

"We want to buy. It may not be too easy to buy a house." Chu put a box on the grass, unpacking the wrapping paper on it, and whispered, "It's a good estimate, for many years, so..."

The wrapping paper was opened at the beginning.

Yan Hang was stunned when he saw what was inside.

This is a model of a small house. From the top and the side, you can see the various furnishings in the house, tables and chairs, cabinets, beds, sofas, and even small vases on the coffee table.

"Three rooms, two rooms, two halls," pointed at the model on the first day of the new year, "I made the bedroom, study, guest room, and furniture, but I didn't do it well, but the cabinet door won't open."

Yan Hang didn't speak, but fixedly looked at the model.

"Small costumes, decorations are not made by me, I bought them," said the first day of the new year. "I choose a lot of them. I'm picky. I don't know what style and style you like."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied, feeling a little tight in his throat.

"Before you can afford to buy a house," Chu Yi turned his head and looked at him, "just use this first, right? If you like it, tell me if you like it, and I'll add it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"If you want to expand, you can also add." said the first day.

"I think this is big enough," Yan Hang said. "Can I add a small sofa in the bedroom?"

"Yes," Chu Yi said with a smile, "I know how to do it on the sofa."

"The kitchen lacks a hood," Yan Hang said.

"Oh yes," the first day of the new year looked at it, "I forgot..."

"On the first day," Yan Hang gently poked his chin with his finger, "Thank you."

"Happy birthday." said the first day.

"It's very happy to have you." Yan Hang leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

(End of text)

The author has something to say: Just end the text in the most usual state ⊙▽⊙.

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