A Lucky Coin

The first day of junior high school is a little excited. He is very excited all night. He can feel that he is very excited. That means he is really excited.

He sat in the co driver's seat, humming all the time.

"Are those two your new friends?" Dad asked.

"Well, Yan hang," Chu nodded, "he gave me the clothes, clothes and shoes."

"It's Yan hang, isn't it?" Dad looked at him. "Is that man his dad?"

"Yes," Chuichi said with a smile, "just now, we went to the music festival and played together."

"When did you meet?" Dad asked again.

"Last month, last month." The first day of junior high school, I turned my head and looked at my father. My father has a lot of questions today. Generally, he seldom asks these questions. The whole family has no habit of understanding his various trends.

"Well," dad pulled the car downstairs, found a place to stop, "do you know about his family?"

"What, what?" Junior one frowned.

"I think his father," he said, "is a little strange. You still Don't associate with them. "

At the beginning, I was stunned. I didn't wait to ask again. My father had pulled out the car key and got out of the car.

"Why, strange?" Junior one jumped out of the car and asked.

"I'm just not sure," Dad said, "just to be safe."

"Oh." The first day of junior high school, I answered and didn't ask any more.

When I got home, my grandparents had already gone to bed. As soon as my mother sat on the sofa watching TV after taking a bath, she saw my father with a long face and said, "your team asked you to work overtime. Do you want to pay for overtime? It's said that I've been there for one hour, but I've been there for several hours."

"People have to be picked up. The plane is an hour late." Dad said.

"Why do you want to go? Don't you have a rest today! You are the only driver in your company Mother is very upset, "you are a counsellor, let you do what you want, even refuse all won't!"

"Lao Ding suddenly said he couldn't come because of something, so Luo always called me. What can I do?" Dad sighed, went into the toilet and closed the door.

"Lao Ding has not dealt with you for so long! You don't know! "Lao Ding's work makes you work overtime," my mother said reluctantly, "isn't it disgusting?"

Dad didn't move in the bathroom.

"What are you doing here! I've been crazy all night and can't find my soul Mom turned her head.

On the first day of junior high school, he quickly bowed his head to the desk, turned on the desk lamp and sat down.

"I haven't finished my homework and I still have the face to go crazy!" Mom stares at him.

Junior one quietly took out the book, lying on the desk, try to bury his face low.

After his mother returned to the room, he was relieved and looked at today's homework.

There are a lot of homework, maybe after a little bit, but junior one doesn't care. Compared with going to play tonight, it's no problem to write homework tomorrow morning.

But after writing a few words, he stopped again. His mother's scolding him won't affect his mood after a happy night, but his father's attitude just made him a little depressed.

Mom says Dad is a counsellor, but it's not really a curse. Dad is timid and careful. He always tries to avoid anything He is a model of timidity.

Ah.

I'm so tolerant. Maybe I inherited it from my father.

Dad is also very suspicious. Although he doesn't treat everyone's kindness as an insult like mom and grandma, he always thinks that in their family's situation, anyone who takes the initiative to approach may have to dig a hole for them to jump.

But just saw Uncle Yan one side, gave others under such judgment, the first day in the heart quite blocked flustered.

In the first day of junior high school, people like Li Zihao are not so bad. They just follow the crowd. Only those like Liang Bing need to stay away.

Yes, and the old Ding.

My father's colleagues once met me at the beginning of my life. They didn't even say anything, but they were afraid of this person for no reason. Their eyes were especially fierce.

It's not accurate to say that dad doesn't deal with him. In fact, it's just that Dad unilaterally thinks Lao Ding is annoying and hard to get into trouble. Lao Ding didn't even look him in the eye. Not long ago, he called Dad because he didn't refuel the car.

And dad's character, goodbye face also will be embarrassed smile.

In this way, he is better than his father. Although he will tolerate people he dislikes, he will not force himself to please them.

In the first day of junior high school, my mind was in a mess, for a moment, my father, for a moment, the music festival, for a moment, Yan hang.

Yan Hang is a very special person.

It's not just that Yan Hang is his first true friend.

English is great, very handsome, sometimes cool, but also very arrogant, fighting is very fierce, cooking is super delicious, and good-looking ankles

And very gentle.

Even if he knew what kind of person grandma was, what kind of situation his family was, and what kind of person he would tolerate without principle, Yan Hang still respected him very much.Yes, respect.

On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang respects him.

What a nice person.

"For supper?" Yan hang asked his father when he came in.

"I'm full of tea," my father yawned. "I can't eat it. You're going to be hungry. If you want to make a snack, I'll eat with you."

“…… I'm not hungry. " Yan hang said.

"Then don't eat. You will go to work tomorrow. Go to bed early." Dad came in.

After standing in the living room for a few seconds, Yan hang went back to his room, took a change of clothes and was ready to take a bath. His mind was a little confused, so he had to wake up after taking a bath.

Or not.

It's like tidying up the house, throwing things into the box and just closing the lid. As for what's in the box and what's in the box, we'll wait until we accidentally open the lid one day.

When he came to the living room with his clothes, Dad came out of the room with a change of clothes.

He looked at Dad, and dad looked at him.

A second later, they both rushed to the bathroom at the same time.

Yan Hang's speed is faster than his father's, but his means are not as ruthless as his father's.

To be exact, it's shameless.

He just touched the door handle of the bathroom, and dad grabbed his trouser waist behind him.

Pull your panties back.

"Ah! Lao Yan, you're too damn disrespectful! " Yan hang felt that his buttocks were almost exposed.

"You're old!" Dad kept pulling him back.

Yan hang had to pull the door frame with one hand and his pants with the other: "you are my father!"

"I knew I was your father when I robbed the toilet!" Dad let go.

But without waiting for Yan hang to walk in, his father had already stopped him and pinched him by the wrist holding the door.

Yan hang breathed a sigh of relief as his wrist became numb.

In the last two seconds, Dad had already thrown him aside and closed the door.

"You have seed!" Yan hang beat the door.

"Have you learned?" Dad's having fun in there.

"Do you want me to learn how to pull my pants?" Yan hang turns his wrist and sits at the door of the bathroom. Ma jin'er hasn't completely passed yet.

But he didn't use it very quickly every time, and he couldn't grasp the place.

Several times it was pinching the other person's hand.

This kind of thing, he will never be able to compare with his father.

Old world.

Is that right?

Yeah.

An orphan who doesn't even know where he is. When others are carefree and enjoy a comfortable life, what he ponders is how to live.

For so many years, his father has allowed him to live like a horse in the sky without any external harm. Yan hang can feel what kind of person he is and what kind of skills he has.

Good at looking at people, but also good at camouflage.

Today, on the first day of junior high school, Yan hang could see the change of his father's expression at a glance. It's impossible that his father couldn't see it.

Dad avoided this detail and only said it was the first time he met, which was not in line with his habits. Generally speaking, he would take the opportunity to analyze the meaning of this expression.

So dad may not be telling the truth.

But with Yan Hang's accumulated experience of following him for so many years, it is not impossible to say that he has never seen him.

Junior one's father is the kind who stands in front of you and you may not notice him. Even if you say a few words, you will forget what he looks like the next day.

Yan hang lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

He didn't want to think about a lot of things. He tried to make himself like a dog's tail grass planted in a flowerpot by his father. Every day, he took it everywhere to see the scenery. The only thing to worry about was that the people who took the flowerpot everywhere would suddenly disappear one day.

But he still couldn't help thinking about it. As the days went by, this worry could not be put aside.

After a long period of stupidity, he threw the cigarette ends that had already been put out into the dustbin.

Dad may not have met his father, but he must have appeared in the place where his father could see him, and did something to make his father recognize him and change his expression when he saw him again.

Dad opened the door of the bathroom and was stunned when he saw him: "are you in line?"

"I'm not willing to take the first bath." Yan hang said.

"Go wash it. If you don't like it, just wash it a little longer." Dad smiles, grabs his hair, throws his changed clothes into the nearby bucket and goes back to the living room.

When Yan hang came out from the bath, his father closed his eyes on the sofa, and he didn't know whether he was sleeping or sleeping.

"The first day of junior high school said to come over tomorrow. Don't let him rush to the air." Yan hang said.

"Don't worry," Dad closed his eyes and laughed, "I said I won't go out this time."Yan hang went back to his room, put on his earphone and lay down on the bed.

There was a message on the mobile phone. He took it up and took a look. It was sent by the first time.

A picture.

This is a picture of the red round stone that dad picked today. It has been drilled.

-You're working overtime.

on the first day of junior high school, you sent another photo. It's still red stone. It's wearing a red rope, but the red rope is not a single one. It's a double line, forming an X-shape, which ends on both sides of the stone.

-Two eyes?

-Well, cross eyes, so that you can wear two ropes. It's not easy to fall off. Tomorrow I'll make another eye on the black one and wear another rope.

- OK

Yan hang looked at the black stone on his ankle and sighed.

This state of junior one makes him feel bad. He always thinks that if someone is kind to him, he will do his best. His good character will be hurt in the future.

But People who grow up like this on the first day of junior high school are almost the heart of King Kong.

"It's really worrying." Yan hang pillowed his arm and closed his eyes.

It's a good thing to be able to fall asleep. It's depressing to dream when you fall asleep.

In particular, I can't dream of anything good.

He ran after his father and a woman in the dark, cold and scared.

He tried hard to run faster, to be closer to his father, to see his father's face, to see the woman's face, but he was still a few steps away.

A figure appeared in front of him.

I can't see my face clearly.

But he knew for sure that it was the father of junior one.

Raise your hand.

Knife.

Eyes full of blood.

When Yan hang opened his eyes, he could still hear his breath, and his heart beat like a drum.

He lay staring on the bed for a long time before he recovered.

It's already dawn.

After hours of sleep, he patted his head for comfort.

After a while in bed, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

As soon as I got to the living room, I was startled. There was a man sitting cross legged on the windowsill.

Although you don't need to think about it to know that it's dad, the posture that seems to be the way of an old fairy is still too novel.

"I find the air in the living room window is better in the morning." Dad said, "there's probably a fried dough sticks vendor outside the window of my house. It's fried at four o'clock every day. It's full of lampblack."

"Do you want to change houses with me?" Yan hang went up to him and looked out. "No one stopped to watch your special morning exercise posture..."

Before I finished, someone stopped.

"Who said no," my father pointed to the first day of junior high school who suddenly ran happily from the side, "see, he'll have to stay right away."

The first day of junior high school seems to be in a good mood, with a brisk pace.

But as soon as I turned around, I saw my father meditating on the windowsill. Obviously, he was caught off guard and was in the same place.

"Stop." Dad snapped his fingers and put his hand in front of Yan hang.

Yan hang pinched one of the peanuts from a bag beside him and put it into his father's hand.

"Don't be stingy." Dad's still holding out his hand.

With a thud, Yan took 50 yuan from his pocket and changed the peanuts.

"The first day of junior high school!" Dad satisfied with the money away, called the first, "Leng there Why?"

"Uncle," the first day of junior high school came over and stood in front of the windowsill, "what are you doing? It's like hanging a picture. "

Yan hang was happy.

"And Take Draw Box. " On the first day of junior high school, I slowly added another sentence.

"I'll smoke you," Dad said with a smile, jumping off the windowsill. "Have you had breakfast? Come in and eat with me? "

"Eat," the first day of junior high school said, and then looked at Yan hang, "but not yet, not enough."

"Sandwich?" Yan hang asked.

"Eat." Junior high school nodded.

The sandwich is very simple. Yan hang opens the refrigerator and quickly goes through the ingredients in his mind. Cucumber, eggs, lunch meat, cheese and a bag of whole wheat bread are OK.

He took things into the kitchen, just as used to put the materials neatly on the table, junior one followed in.

"It's easy. You don't have to start." Yan hang said.

"Well," the first day of junior high school squatted down and pulled the small stone on his ankle, "I'll take it to drill, drill."

"Oh." Yan hang answered.

Junior one took out a pair of small scissors from his pocket, cut the knot of the red rope, took the stone down.

Yan hang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.