A Lucky Coin

Yan hang heard about his mother for the first time, but these things have been pressing in his father's heart for more than ten years.

It was so long that he didn't seem to know how to express it. He could only drink a lot and finally fell asleep on the table.

Yan hang sat at the table, looking at a table of dishes and the empty wine bottle in front of his father.

This "chat" didn't last half an hour.

But he felt empty.

He knew his mother was dead, but he didn't think it was in this way.

It's so sudden, unprepared and unprepared. It's even like a passer-by in a movie, who has no sense and can't see his face clearly.

A somewhat simplistic accident.

In addition to close relatives, I'm afraid that in the past ten years, even if it's a pending case that hasn't caught the murderer, few people will remember it.

Occasionally mentioned, no one can understand that there are still people in the world because of this heavy pain for more than ten years.

After Dad said this, he was picked up by his grandparents and returned to dad when he was four years old.

"Almost got it back," Dad said. "Just get it back early."

Yan hang doesn't have this memory. His childhood memory is generally like a dream. He often has to be prompted by his parents "when you were a child", "when you were three years old" and "when you were five years old".

And dad never had such a hint, so he naturally didn't remember it any more.

But Yan hang thought that memory was not particularly beautiful.

When he mentioned his grandparents, he even vaguely resisted the two relatives who had taken care of him for two years.

Dad didn't sleep well. From time to time, he would open his eyes and glance at him in confusion. Then he would close his eyes and continue to sleep.

Yan hang picked up his chopsticks and ate up the cold dishes while drinking.

"Raised a pig." Dad said in a dazed way.

"Go back to your room and sleep," said Yan hang. "It's hard to sleep on your stomach."

"How nice our prince is," Dad patted him twice. "How nice."

"It's all like this, so don't be too busy flattering." Yan hang smiles.

"How nice," Dad said in a low voice, "let me be ruined..."

Yan hang frowned and stood up. He grabbed his father's arm and pulled him up. He put him in the room: "you sleep for a while."

"Do you think I'm selfish," Dad said in a low voice as he lay down on the bed. "I've thought about it too. Forget it, for my son But I can't. She's right next to me Right next to me... "

Dad clenched his fist: "it's all ice in my hands I'm sorry for you I regret all my life. I wish I didn't know your mother. I wish I didn't get married. You said I didn't want to go to school. I didn't follow you... "

Yan hang sat by the bed. He waited until his father had gone to bed and stopped talking. Then he got up, turned off the light in the room, went back to the living room and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

Generally, when he is in no mood, he has to leave the dishes to the next day, but today's meal is really depressing, so he wants to wash it quickly and erase this unpleasant trace.

After taking a bath, he went back to the house much earlier than when he was sleeping normally, but he was a little sleepy.

Maybe after drinking, he and his father often drink together, but they seldom drink like this. Two bottles of wine were almost consumed in less than an hour, and now they were a little dizzy.

His last sober memory is that he picked up his mobile phone and took a look at the small expression in the circle of friends of today's first day of junior high school.

But I didn't even remember the little expression, so I fell asleep.

Yan hang doesn't like to dream very much. When he can't sleep well, he has many dreams. It's like watching a dozen dog blood dramas at the same time. The key is that he can't remember a single frame when he wakes up.

I'll be very tired, like I didn't sleep.

But it's out of his control, even like today's night when he feels like he's in a coma when he closes his eyes.

He still had a dream.

An aunt and an uncle.

Both of them seem to be wrapped in grey fog.

Aunt has been crying, but also pinched his neck to cry, he can not hear the sound of crying, there is no sense of suffocation when the neck was pinched After all, it's in a dream.

But the fear is clear.

Uncle said that I didn't want to see him at a glance. I turned to stare at him again. I didn't want to see you at a glance.

Then the scene changes.

It's you who should die.

It's all fragmented scenes.

The shaking figures are like the sound of being torn to pieces in the strong wind, and the scene of an incomplete stage play.

All the things disappeared when Yan hang opened his eyes and cleared up. He opened his eyes for a second, and the chaos around him faded away.It was like a dream many years ago. The color faded, the sound disappeared, and the feeling became chaotic.

Yan hang screwed his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes.

I took a look at my mobile phone and got up half an hour earlier than usual.

He sat beside the bed, stunned. The dreams that had faded so fast that he could even sigh away made him still in a trance. After a while, he jumped out of the bed.

He ran to his father's room with his shoes on. Yesterday, the doors of his two rooms were not closed. He just wanted to listen to his father.

There was no one in the room, and the quilt on the bed was not folded.

Yan hang was nervous for a while. He turned around and walked to the living room, shouting: "old Yan!"

"The toilet!" Dad's voice came out of the toilet.

"What are you doing in the toilet?" Yan hang was relieved and asked again for no reason.

"Can I still have breakfast in the toilet?" Dad said, "do you really want me to answer truthfully?"

"What would you like for breakfast?" Yan hang asked again.

"Can I ask after I go out?" Dad said.

"I'm sorry." Yan hang smiles, goes to the window and sits on the windowsill.

Now, earlier than usual, I could hear birds singing on the big tree outside the door, which was very happy.

This voice, coupled with the people who came and went in front of him, made him relax slowly, leaning against the window frame.

Today, I didn't see the first day of junior high school passing by. Maybe after the crab came back, he couldn't walk this way. He had to adjust his route to school according to the crab's crawling track.

"Will you go to the music festival?" Dad didn't know when he was standing behind him.

"Well?" Yan hang looked back at his father and said, "do you know the local music festival that day?"

"Yes," Dad said, "if you go, take me one."

"You want to join in the fun?" Yan hang laughed, "then take you."

"Do you want me to prepare a suit that fits the theme?" Dad asked. Make complaints about your image,

, "Yan hang said." besides, I didn't wear school uniform on the first day, that's the small number one sportswear. You are so offbeat. I'm afraid he can't carry it.

Dad grinned and pinched his shoulder: "son."

"Well." Yan hang answered.

"I love you." Dad said.

Yan hang was stunned and looked at him.

"Give me some face," Dad said with a Tut, "what's the response?"

"Dad, I love you too." Yan hang said.

"Can you have baked rice early?" Dad said, "you get up so early today, you can't fill in the time without cooking."

“…… You asked me to make baked rice for you in the morning? You still have to cook now, "Yan hang glared at him." that's why you've been numb for a long time, isn't it

Dad sat on the sofa with a happy smile.

Yan hang stares at him for a long time. Finally, he jumps off the windowsill and takes the materials from the refrigerator into the kitchen.

Dad seems to have returned to his former state. The painful memories of last night seem to have dissipated with the strength of wine.

But Yan hang didn't find the light and light he wanted.

Are you looking or hiding?

What do you want to do, or have you done?

What are those in the dream?

The answer to one question leads to more questions.

Now he has no courage to ask again.

Today's self-study, the teacher came around and went out, the classroom gradually became lively.

On the first day of junior high school, he was lying on the desk to do his homework. His classmates chatted happily with the front and back tables. The table was hit from time to time. His handwriting was written like thunder. When the table shook, it was almost too rare for thunder to chop.

He looked around, lowered his head, put the pen into the hole in the desk, got up and walked out of the classroom.

This week, they took turns in their seats, and he changed to the position near the back door, which is very good. He can go in and out of the classroom without any sound. With the blessing of the master, every time he comes out, it's like he's invisible.

Of course, even if someone saw him, no one would care.

On the side of the teaching building is the wall of the school, where few people go. He usually stays there when he comes out and sits on a big stone which feels very comfortable.

Usually I am in a daze, grinding stones to play.

Today is not the same. Yan hang said that he liked the little black stone and wanted to tie it to his ankles, so he felt pressure immediately.

In fact, he grinds stones when he has nothing to do. His father also gave him a set of small tools, but Grandma sold them. Fortunately, he took out a small file and a small drill to play with, but they didn't sell them.

Now he usually uses a small file to repair the details after grinding on the ground.

He has polished many stones, black, white, red, yellow, flowered, round, polygonal, flowered and heart-shaped. In fact, today's black one is not the best one. He grinds it casually.Knowing that Yan hang liked it, he made a complicated shape.

Yan hang said that two days after he liked it, he had to do a good job today.

He never went to Yan Hang's home to study, so he never met Yan hang, but Yan hang never contacted him.

Junior one was a little worried. He didn't know how to maintain the "friend" relationship. After all, he had little experience.

He can only finish the stone quickly, and then go to find Yan hang.

He took a small file out of his pocket, trimmed the edges of the stone, and then took a piece of fine sandpaper to polish it.

Although the shape is simple and not good-looking, the texture of this stone is very good, especially hard, and the black is also very pure. After polishing, it will be very beautiful if you brush some varnish.

By the way, we have to drill a hole

The mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. When I took out my mobile phone on the first day of junior high school, I felt a little surprised. How could someone send a message during class time?

No one sent it to him when he was not in class.

It took a long time for the phone to turn on the message.

It's Yan hang.

-Do you lead the way to the music festival in the evening?

Chuyi laughs. He thinks that the music festival he said that day was just a casual mention. He didn't expect that Yan hang really wanted to go.

-Yeah, are you going?

-Who will you take if I don't go?

-Then I'll come to you after dinner?

-You tell your family to come over for dinner, and my father will go too.

- OK

I'm a little excited on the first day of junior high school, just like when I went on a spring outing in primary school, when a child volunteered to join him.

Although the child ate up his fried rice, he didn't talk to him again.

Today, dad is at home. He can just go back and talk to Dad.

Then you can go out with Yan hang and uncle Yan!

Go out and play!

He can't even find company for a walk. Now he can go to the music festival with others.

His hands trembled a little as he polished the stone.

"The poor little boy won't go this way after school this afternoon?" Dad stood at the window and looked out.

"I'm afraid I'll run into the washing, shearing and blowing gangsters who have just returned from the building next door." Yan Hang is cutting diced beef in the kitchen. Later, he has to chop shrimp paste.

"Ah," my father sighed, lit a cigarette and continued to look out, "so I always said, ah, there are some people who come and go who have no stories."

"Lao Yan! The water is boiling, "Yan hang called," let's blanch the chicken wings first. "

"All right." Dad was carrying a cigarette. He just came in and went out again. He put down the cigarette and then came in again. He poured the chicken wings into the pot.

"Is the preparation almost done?" Dad asked.

"Well," Yan hang nodded, "when he comes, he'll do it. He can eat it in 20 minutes."

Dad stood beside him. After blanching the chicken wings, he fished them out and put them into a big bowl: "can you talk with junior one?"

"Didn't you talk to him?" Yan hang said.

"I think he's just a kid," Dad said, leaning on the desk. "You're about the same age Is it about the same? "

"He's fourteen or fifteen, probably." Yan hang said.

"I think he's like a schoolboy standing with you." Dad laughed.

"I don't know who told the pupils that I was one meter four that day." Yan hang took a look at him.

"Revenge," Dad tut a, thought about it and asked in a low voice, "can we talk?"

"It's OK. Anyway, it won't be cold. He's funny," Yan hang began to chop shrimp mud. "I haven't had much contact with others, and I don't compare."

Dad didn't say anything. After a while, he took the pepper and looked at it: "I'll grind it for you?"

"Well." Yan hang answered.

With all the preparatory work done, Yan hang took out his mobile phone, took a picture and sent it to Weibo.

When I sat down in the living room, dad was watching the news again.

Yan hang listened to the news while watching his mobile phone. He didn't know what kind of news and details his father could get.

Until the end of the news and the beginning of the weather forecast, Yan hang didn't hear anything.

"Why hasn't the first day of junior high school come yet? Don't you come back after you've finished learning? " Dad looked at the time, "it's been more than an hour since school."

"Yes," Yan hang Leng Leng, has been listening to the news, did not pay attention to the time, "I ask him."

He sent a message to junior one, but after nearly ten minutes, junior one did not reply.

Yan hang remembers that he didn't go home for lunch on the first day of the new year. When he ran back, he was a little flustered and worried. Suddenly, he was worried that his grandmother would clean him up because he didn't eat at home today.

At the thought of the white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows, Yan hang couldn't help frowning.He dialed the number of grade one directly.

"Why?" Dad looked at him.

"The message doesn't come back," Yan hang listened to the dial tone in his mobile phone and waited until he hung up automatically. "The phone doesn't answer either..."

"Can't it be when I came here that I met a gangster from guilou?" Dad said.

“…… Can't it be this coincidence? " Yan hang Leng Leng, "he doesn't take this road these days."

"It's impossible not to come here for dinner." Dad looked at him.

Yan hang didn't make a sound. He looked at his father, and they stood up at the same time.

"I'll go." Yan hang said.

"I want to join in the fun." Dad said.

"Yan hang," Liang Bing said, holding his cell phone and looking at the screen, "who is this man? Why haven't I heard of such a man? "

The first day of junior high school, standing in the corner of the wall, the hot pain from the root of his ear to his neck made him unable to bear it.

"Yo," said one of the people next to him, "can you recognize the word Nian Yan?"

"Yan Zi, envoy to Chu! I haven't learned it! " Liang Bing said, "be illiterate

And Yan Jidao.

On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing doesn't know who Yan Jidao is. Yan Shu is more famous. Maybe he can know a Yan Shu

"Ah Liang Bing yelled, "what the hell are you talking to, pretending to be dead?"

The homophony of this sentence, a stone hit the head of junior one.

The stone is not big. It's much smaller than the brick. Liang Bing didn't use much when he hit it, but his head was still in pain.

"Damn, it's no fun to play with this man," said a man leaning against the wall. "There's still a noise when throwing sandbags. It doesn't even hum Are you a dumb motherfucker? "

Wrong.

I'm stammering.

You're stupid.

"I'll hear if there's a sound." Liang Bing threw his mobile phone to the ground and came over.

The first day of junior high school is very distressed. It is estimated that it will be a little difficult to exchange ideas when the mobile phone is dropped like this.

"Make a noise!" Liang Bing comes and kicks him in the belly.

The first day of junior high school quickly turned sideways and lowered his arm to block him. Liang Bing kicked his arm.

"Damn it Liang Bing scolded and hit him on the head with a fist, "let's make a noise!"

Junior one raised his arm to block it.

Liang Bing had something in his hand. When he swung it on his arm, it hurt.

"You don't make a damn noise, do you?" Liang Bing came to grab him and swung him to the wall next to him.

On the first day of junior high school, he suddenly bumped into the wall. There was a piece of Venus in front of him, and he got several punches on his stomach and back. Liang Bing was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

"You," a man beside Liang bingchong tilted his head, "go and pick his pants for me. His grandmother loves bare arms, and his baby grandson must love bare arms."