A Lucky Coin

In fact, "building a certain relationship" is a wonderful thing. People will be flustered when they don't have it, as if they can't step on it. But they will also be flustered when they have it.

Fear of losing, fear of breaking.

On the first day of junior high school, sitting side by side on the sofa with my father, he lowered his head and seriously drilled holes for the black stone.

Dad's hand has been tied to the red stone, is very interested in watching the first day of busy.

The tool of junior one looks very professional. He uses a hand twist drill to fix the stone on a small black base. He turns the drill by hand to drill a small hole in the stone.

"How do you make sure the two eyes are parallel when you cross like this," Dad said

"I've measured it." The first day of junior high school continued to turn the drill.

"In what quantity?" Dad asked, "I didn't see you measure it."

"My big eyes." Junior one pointed to himself.

"Two goods." Dad laughed.

Yan hang took out the sandwich and put it on the tea table: "eat first. Are you busy running out so early?"

"I want to go to the market and buy bubbles and foot pots for my grandma," she said. As soon as she saw the sandwich, she immediately put it down and reached for it. "It's beautiful."

"Hey," Yan hang flicked on the back of his hand, "wash your hands."

"Oh." Chuichi rubbed the back of his hands with a smile and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

After eating the second breakfast, the first day of junior high school was full of energy. Soon he drilled the black stone and put on two red ropes.

Yan hang tied the stone back to his ankle. He felt a little relieved before. He hesitated for a moment and asked junior one, "what about that rope?"

"Cut, ah." Junior one looks at his ankle.

"Give it to me, I think Keep it Yan hang was a little embarrassed when he said this. He felt like a little girl.

Dad took a look at him.

The first day of junior high school gave him the little red rope he had cut. He wanted to take it away from the room, but he felt embarrassed and hesitated for a moment. He had to put the rope on the TV first.

"I'll come over after noon, will you?" When I was ready to leave, I looked at my father and asked.

"OK, just to have dinner with me. Yan hang can't come back at noon." Dad said.

"I'll bring food." When I opened the door, I said.

He trotted off without waiting for Dad to speak.

"What can he bring with him?" Dad looks at Yan hang.

"Look what you eat," Yan hang said with a smile, "let him take it, or let him spend some money. He has to grind a customized stone for you every day."

Dad laughed a few times and leaned on the sofa: "I'll go out this afternoon..."

Yan hang was about to take the dishes to the kitchen when he stopped and looked at his father.

"Just around. I mean you don't have to buy vegetables today. I'll take them when I come back." Dad said.

"Well." Yan hang answered and went into the kitchen.

This is the first time dad told him before he went out, and said the time to come back.

However, Yan hang was not steadfast because of his foresight, on the contrary, he was a little anxious.

Holding his hands on the desk and lowering his head, he couldn't slow down for a long time.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and touched the lighter when Dad suddenly reached out from the side and hit it with a lighter.

Yan hang leaned over to light a cigarette, turned his head and looked at his father: "when shall we leave?"

Dad looked at him, silent for a while, smile: "this time you make the decision."

Yan hang did not speak, holding a cigarette and looking out of the window.

Today, Yan Hang is running to work, to ease his mood, or he will encounter a wordy guest. He is afraid that he will beat people up.

However, there were a lot of people at the weekend. He put on his clothes and came in several tables in a short time. He didn't break them until noon.

I'm really busy, and my mood is temporarily down.

At noon, he had no appetite. After drinking a glass of milk, he just sat there listening to some colleagues eating and chatting.

The mobile phone vibrated, and a message came from the beginning.

He glanced at it.

It's a picture. Standing in front of a sandbag on the first day of junior high school, he put on a serious pose and showed him joy.

-Where did my dad take you?

-Boxing house!

Yan hang can feel the excitement of the first day of junior high school overflowing from this exclamation mark.

Dad would go to the gym from time to time. Where there is no gym, he would have to go to the gym. Every time, he would come back exhausted.

In the past, he thought that dad liked these things. Now, most of the pain he was suppressing had to rely on such a large amount of exercise to vent.

-Did I teach you any good moves?Yan hang gave Chuyi one.

-He taught me how to fight, and how to block other people's fists.

- he will teach me how to use my legs later.

- Uncle Yan is so powerful!

The first day of my life, I sent three messages in succession. Typing on my mobile phone is much more convenient than his words.

"Then practice hard and give me a performance in the evening." Yan hang made a voice with a smile.

-I'm afraid I'll hurt you.

Yan hang looked at the news and bowed his head for a long time: "you boast more than you talk. If you can hit me, I'll lose."

I didn't say anything else this time, so I got a small expression.

-[strong]

Yan hang also returned a small expression.

-[Applause]

in the afternoon, a colleague wanted to change shifts with him, and Yan hang agreed and left the shift ahead of time.

In fact, which day to work, which day to rest, for him no difference, yesterday today tomorrow, that day, that day, one day.

When he got home, there was no one at home. He was in a daze on the sofa for a while. He took the little red rope on the TV into the room and put it in the compartment of his suitcase.

There are other things in this compartment, half a broken bracelet, a piece of paper full of circles and dots when he plays Gobang with his father.

After lying in bed and playing with his mobile phone for a while, he sent a message to ask the location of junior one boxing hall.

The first day of junior high school quickly sent him a positioning, did not wait for him to see clearly, the first day of junior high school directly called over: "you're off duty?"

"I've changed shifts," said Yan hang. "I'll go and play with you."

"You take the bus..." The first day of junior high school is a little wheezing. I guess I'm practicing happily.

"I'll take a taxi," said Yan hang. "Practice fast. When I arrive, you'll be finished."

The first day of junior high school laughed: "spare your life, hero."

"I don't stammer when I beg for mercy?" Yan hang went out of the door.

"Be afraid of knot, stuttered, finish saying to be beaten, beat to lie prone." Junior one said.

While sitting in a taxi, Yan hang was standing on his legs in the back seat, his fingers bouncing gently on the small stones around his ankles.

He likes junior one very much. It doesn't have much to do with whether he has "friends" before. He just thinks junior one is very interesting. He often chats with junior one, and his mood will be relaxed unconsciously.

But after seeing the change of his father's expression yesterday, he would panic every time he thought of and saw the first day of junior high school.

This kind of panic with the heartbeat, up that moment is like to follow the heart pumping blood.

"Big brother," Yan hang looked at the driver, "can I have a cigarette?"

"Smoke, it's OK," the driver said. "Just open the window a little."

"Thank you." Yan hang lit a cigarette.

Smoking a little fierce these days, my father would say he did. He sighed and looked at the strange street outside the window.

When he arrived at the boxing hall, junior one was kicking on a sandbag. He was so absorbed that Yan hang went to the sandbag and didn't see it.

When he got up his legs, Yan hang took a big step forward, with his right hand to his knee socket, took over his left hand and held him behind his chin. On the first day of the new year, he jumped into the air and fell back on the mat.

Before he got up, Yan hang squatted down and poked his finger at his forehead: "pa."

The first time I saw that it was him, I was in a daze, and then I spread my hands and feet on the ground very cooperatively Ah

"Don't you cry out for mercy, hero?" Yan hang said.

"You are not, silly, a shot in the head, the forehead, on the." Junior one said.

"Damn it," Yan hang laughed and flicked his finger at him, "get up."

The first day of junior high school sat on the mat and looked at the smiling Dad: "uncle, it's bad, the gap is too big."

"Ten years away," Dad handed a bottle of water to junior one and sat down beside him. "Your goal now is to protect yourself. Keep practicing. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to use your elbow."

Chuyi nodded, got up and continued to kick at the sandbag. After two kicks, he would scan Yan Hang's side.

Yan hang took out his mobile phone, took a series of photos at him, and then selected some beautiful ones and sent them to the microblog.

"Changed shifts?" Dad asked him.

"Well," Yan hang looked at a pile of comments that came out in an instant, laughed and looked up at the first day of junior high school, "I think he's ok?"

"The ability of body coordination is very good, and I learn fast," my father said. "I'll have nothing to do in the future. At least I won't be bullied so much."

Yan hang smiles.

Dad taught junior one a few small moves are very simple, but as long as the opportunity to choose a good, are very effective moves.

Self defense attack, three in one trick.

Yan hang sat on the chair beside him, looking at the first day of junior high school who was practicing hard in front of the sandbag, and his father who went up to correct his posture from time to time.There was such a trance, Yan hang felt comfortable.

Idle afternoon, no disappearing dad, and an interesting friend.

Strange and as if by the sun covered the plush comfortable.

Although we know how short it is, we will still be careful to immerse ourselves in it.

Dad said that if he didn't go out, he really didn't go out, except occasionally.

Yan hang didn't know where he was going, but he always came back before dinner.

This is the state Yan hang always wanted before.

Without leaving without saying goodbye or walking for a few days, they are just like the most common father and son who live in a house in any street or community in any city.

There are thousands of the most common ones in the world.

Do the most common work, not too high pursuit, not too far ambition, one or two friends, may occasionally have lonely, but a glass of wine can dissipate.

But no matter he or his father, they all know that it's just a fake, so that he can't ignore it or pretend that he doesn't care.

It's like dad's going through a process.

What you say will be done, or maybe you say it for the sake of doing it.

Those doubts in Yan Hang's mind, like being fertilized, are growing stronger and stronger.

Many times he looked at his father, and all the questions lined up on his lips, like waiting for an opportunity to explode, which could come out regardless of the consequences.

Today is Wednesday, Yan Hang is resting, lying in bed, holding the English version of the game of power, nibbling slowly, and thinking about the lunch menu.

The reason why he didn't go back for dinner recently was that they were going to take the final exam soon and had to study in the classroom. Because he got a shitty result in the mid-term exam before, when he offered to review, no one cared about him.

Grade one likes to eat pizza. If you have time today, you can make your own crust and bake one.

Seafood?

Fruit?

When a mobile phone rings, Yan hang picks up the phone and takes a look to find that the screen is black. There is no phone and the ring is not his.

This is a strange ring tone. It's dad's cell phone.

It's dad's cell phone that doesn't ring once a million years.

Yan hang suddenly sat up, jumped out of bed and ran to the door. When he reached for the door, he stopped again.

Dad picked up the phone.

It's not marketing, it's not advertising. Dad answers the phone.

And then he heard his father's voice, so it would not be a liar's phone.

Yan Hang's hand on the door was shaking. In just a few seconds, his back began to feel numb because of tension and uneasiness.

He couldn't hear what his father was saying, and he didn't dare to open the door.

He was so stiff behind the door, separated by a layer of wood. His body was so stiff that he could hardly breathe.

I don't know how long it took, when Dad hung up the phone, he didn't know, outside the lighter crackled, he just recovered.

After staring at the doorknob for a moment, he reached for the door and went to the living room.

Dad is standing at the door ready to change shoes.

At this moment, Yan hang felt that his hands and feet were cold, and the unprecedented panic wrapped him in an instant.

"Where are you going?" He said.

Dad paused and turned to look at him: "go Turn around. "

"Where to go?" Yan hang asked, "how long will it take?"

Dad didn't speak.

"Whose phone?" Yan hang continued to ask, "what can I do for you?"

Dad turned around, sighed and walked slowly to him.

"What are you going to do?" Yan hang looks at him.

"Sailing..." Dad patted him on the face and said nothing else.

After staring at him for a while, Dad turned and walked to the door.