A Lucky Coin

When the bell rings, the first day of junior high school is staring out of the window in a daze. He has been looking forward to this bell all morning, and the state of wandering outside the sky is useless even for a second.

The teacher didn't delay the class. He just waved his hand and left the class.

But I didn't succeed when I wanted to stand up on the first day of junior high school. The chair didn't move like it was stuck.

He turned his head and saw Li Zihao sitting in the back seat with a smile on his mouth. Looking down, Li Zihao's feet were on his chair.

"Why don't you leave?" Li Zihao looked at him. "I think you are very worried."

The first day of junior high school didn't speak, just turned back and continued to sit on the chair.

"Come on, you," Li Zihao said happily, "what are you doing sitting here? I think you've been..."

The students in the front row got up and went. On the first day of junior high school, they pushed the table forward, stood up and went to the door.

Li Zihao pushed his foot empty, and the legs of his chair rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound.

"You stand for me!" This made Li Zihao lose face and jump up as soon as he hit the table.

I didn't turn back at the beginning, so I started to run forward.

A walk of smoke to run downstairs, a walk of smoke to run out of the school.

It was a smooth day today. I was not stopped by anyone else on the way to escape.

After a long run, he slowed down, but it was much faster than usual to go home, because today he agreed with Yan hang to have lunch.

He wants to arrive before Yan hang starts cooking so that he can watch Yan hang busy.

He likes to watch Yan hang cook. He's very handsome. If Yan hang broadcasts live, he can show his face. Maybe he can add a little more popularity to the food anchor who has never been red before.

As soon as he turned the intersection, his mobile phone suddenly rang.

The first day of junior high school, when I took out my cell phone and saw it was my mother's number, I felt a little depressed.

The mobile phone probably also felt his depression. After rowing for 80 times, the phone was almost hung up before it was finally connected.

"You're out of school," my mother's voice said. "You go to the vegetable market. The clothes that your grandmother made in that tailor's shop can be taken. You go and get them back."

"I'm going to review." The first day of junior high school insisted on the reason before.

"What are you doing! Do you think you can go up after more review? Will you pass? " My mother said, "how do you think I want you to help me! Your father said he would pick it up when he came back at noon. Now there is no one in sight, and his mobile phone still can't get through! "

"I'll get it." Junior one said.

"As useless as your father." Mom hung up.

First day, I twisted my eyebrows and stood by the side of the road for a while. Finally, I turned around and walked towards the vegetable market.

While walking, he bowed his head and dialed Yan Hang's phone, but Yan hang didn't answer.

He sent another message.

-I went to the vegetable market first to help my grandmother with the clothes, and soon I arrived

to think about another one.

-You wait for me

Yan hang didn't return any news. I don't know whether he was busy or angry.

Should not be angry, Yan hang only helped him to find a pen in the mud of the river. He lost his temper with him that time, and he was very calm at other times.

I think it's something.

Junior one sighed.

He almost knew what all the stalls and front doors in the vegetable market sold. The shop where grandma often made clothes was at the back door of the vegetable market and had to go through the whole market.

For the first time, I found that this market is so big, so far from the front door to the back door.

It was not easy to get grandma's clothes. He didn't even care to open them and immediately went back, still running.

As he passed Yan Hang's house, he took a look over there. The curtain was closed.

Is Yan hang sleeping?

He was twisting his face and looking at the opposite side of the road. A motorcycle rushed out of the intersection in front of him and almost ran into him.

The first day of junior high school was startled. He stepped back to the side and took a look at the man on the motorcycle.

It's Liang Bing.

"Look for death," Liang Bing glared at him, "get out of the way!"

On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing stood still. As soon as he turned the accelerator, the motorcycle rushed out.

He couldn't help looking back. Liang Bing didn't stop to trouble him when he was so busy.

Of course, it is also possible that uncle Yan and Yan hang were afraid to clean up that day.

Chuyi smiles and finds himself a little proud.

"And the letter?" Yan hang looked at his father, "I want to see it."

"Not now." Dad said.

"When will it be needed?" Yan hang suddenly couldn't control his voice. "When do you need it? When you never show up again

Dad looked back at him and said nothing.

Yan hang also has no voice.

This sentence has been pressing in his heart for some days, like a nail, which is smashed deeper by time every day.When it finally popped out, it was a blank.

He was silent for a long time. When he spoke again, his voice was a little empty, like he couldn't find a voice.

"Let's go." Yan hang said.

"What?" Dad was stunned.

"As you said, I'm in charge this time," said Yan hang. "I'm going now, right now, right now."

Dad opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"You lied to me," Yan hang leaned against the wall and laughed at his father, "old Yan, you lied to me."

"Yan hang," his father frowned, came back, put his arms around him, and patted him on the back twice. "Don't say that."

"What should I say?" Yan hang heard his voice trembling.

I want to cry.

It's a very unexpected feeling.

Over the years, he had all kinds of emotions, all kinds of feelings, anxiety, irritability, tension, uneasiness, fear, depression, but rarely wanted to cry.

Crying is an outlet.

He didn't find it.

"What should I say? You're not leaving? " He closed his sour eyes.

Dad patted him on the back and said nothing.

"I am in your heart," Yan hang said softly, "not as good as a dead man."

Dad's hand suddenly stopped, and it took a long time to release him.

"In my life," Dad held his face, "I'm very tired. I'm sorry for your mother and you But some heart knot is a dead knot. It's stuck there. It's hard to get through all one's life. When it's quiet, it's all the same. "

Yan hang looks at his father, whose eyes are the pain he has never seen before.

"I know I shouldn't let you live like this. I really shouldn't," Dad's hand was shaking, "but I already think that I have no way to go back

Dad's hand gently trembled, from the shoulder, has been shaking into his heart.

He felt like he was sinking a little bit. He seemed to be able to see the sunshine in the afterglow changing frame by frame, just like every time he sat at the window and watched the sunset.

"You're not sorry for my mother," Yan said. "You're only sorry for me."

Dad lost his voice.

There was a dead silence in the room, even the sound outside the window seemed to have been cut off.

Finally, Dad patted him on the shoulder, grabbed him on the shoulder, turned and walked out quickly.

When the door closed, Yan hang sat on the ground.

When I sent grandma's clothes home on the first day of junior high school, my mother was calling my father with her mobile phone.

"If I can't get through, I still won't take it." grandma took the clothes and shook them away to have a look. "It's better for this company. Look how smooth the stitching is."

"No!" Mom threw her cell phone on the sofa. "What's wrong with this guy! No one in the family is reliable! "

"What are you doing here?" The grandmother slanted a first glance, "don't you see your mother's annoyance! I don't know how to cook by hand! "

"I..." The first day of junior high school said softly, "I still need to go to school, school and study."

"It's a habit of farting!" Grandma threw her clothes on the tea table and said, "I'm lazy!"

Junior one didn't make a sound.

"OK, OK," my mother waved her hand a little upset, "I can't eat anything. I have to go to the interview later. I'm bored. My father won't come back after playing chess. There are two steamed stuffed buns. You've eaten them. I won't eat them."

"Eat steamed buns! Eat steamed buns Grandma east take a thing to fall, West touch a thing to hit, "I'm a mother directly gnaw coffin board son!"

The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment, turned around and went out of the door. Then he quickly closed the door, but he still couldn't stop grandma's curse.

As soon as he went out, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it.

No news.

Yan hang ignored him all the time.

Now it's almost an hour since he finished school. Yan Hang knows when he finished school, but he hasn't contacted him.

He didn't know what the situation was, so he could only call Yan hang and run to his home.

I didn't drink a mouthful of water at noon and ran away.

Ran to the door of Yan Hang's home, the phone is still not answered.

The first day of junior high school knocked on the door: "Yan hang?"

There was no movement.

He knocked twice: "uncle! Uncle Yan

The room was still quiet.

He went to the window and looked. The curtain was drawn, but the window was not closed. He opened the curtain and said, "Yan hang!"

There was no light in the room. In the first blink of an eye, he got used to the darkness and saw Yan hang sitting on the ground motionless.

"Yan hang!" The first day of junior high school was startled and yelled again.

Yan Hang still didn't move.

He jumped in with his hand on the windowsill, rushed to Yan hang and grabbed his arm: "Yan..."

Yan hang suddenly raised his arm, buttoned his backhand to his wrist, and then twisted it."Ah The first day of junior high school called out, and the severe pain from his arm forced him to fall on the ground beside him along the direction.

"Who?" Yan hang asked.

"First day of junior high school," first day of junior high school turned to look at him on the ground, "Yan hang, I'm first day of junior high school

Yan hang released his hand: "are you finished school?"

"Well," the first day of junior high school got up, and Yan Hang's state was very strange, which made him a little afraid, "what's the matter with you? I don't feel comfortable, do you? "

"No Yan hang held his head, buttoned his face to his knees, and answered in a muffled voice.

"I..." Junior one doesn't know what to say, "are you hungry?"

"Get me a glass of water." Yan hang said.

"Good." On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up, poured a glass of water and handed it to Yan hang.

Yan hang took the cup, drank all the water in one breath, and then put his head on his knees.

Junior one some at a loss, can only squat beside looking at him.

"Order takeout." Yan hang said.

"Oh." The first day of junior high school should be called.

Yan hang took his cell phone, rowed slowly and ordered a pizza.

"Go to the sand and sit on the sofa, will you?" Chuichi touched his arm.

"I don't want to move." Yan hang said.

"Oh." On the first day of junior high school, he picked up the empty cup, poured another cup of water and put it at Yan Hang's feet, then sat down next to him against the wall.

After a long silence, Yan hang stood up and leaned against the wall: "I just He said something very fucked. "

"Ah?" At first, I was stunned. I didn't understand.

"Damn it." Yan hang said.

"With whom?" First day of junior high school.

"My dad." Yan Hang's voice is very low.

Junior one looked around the room, uncle Yan should not be at home.

According to Yan Hang's words, they should be Did you fight?

I can't imagine that uncle Yan and Yan hang are the most tacit and friend like father and son he has ever seen. How can they quarrel?

"Uncle Yan, where's uncle?" First day of junior high school.

"I don't know." Yan hang said.

There was no way for the dialogue to go on, so the first day of junior high school had to continue to sit next to Yan hang in silence.

What Yan Hang is thinking, he can't guess, only know his condition is very bad.

When the take out call came in, Yan hang didn't move as if he didn't hear it. On the first day of junior high school, he took the phone and answered it. Then he touched Yan hang carefully: "I'll go to the door to get the take out."

"Well." Yan hang answered.

As soon as I got up, I ran out, took the takeout and ran back quickly.

"Do you want it now?" He put the pizza beside Yan hang.

"Eat." Yan hang said.

On the first day of junior high school, when he opened the box and wanted to get a piece for Yan hang, he stopped and ran to wash his hands. Then he took another piece and handed it to Yan hang: "come on."

"Feed me?" Yan hang smiles.

"Open your mouth," Chuichi said with a smile, "bite, big mouth."

Yan hang bit: "are you going to be late for school?"

"It's been, it's been, it's been a lesson." Junior one said.

He had seen the time before taking out the food, and he was already late.

"Are you absent from school?" Yan hang asked.

"Well." I nodded at first.

This is the first time that he has been absent from school in his life. Yan hang doesn't dare to leave. Let alone being absent from school, he doesn't care too much about dropping out.

Yan hang can talk, laugh and eat, and he doesn't eat less.

It seems that there is nothing wrong, but the first day of junior high school can still feel that Yan Hang is very wrong.

After eating the pizza, he continued to lean against the wall in his original position, looking at the window in a trance.

The first day of junior high school also sat back to him after cleaning up the takeout box. He didn't know what he should do and what else he could do.

All afternoon, Yan hang didn't move much.

But occasionally I would talk to him.

Until it was a little dark, Yan hang moved, and slowly changed from sitting to squatting: "my cigarette is at the head of the bed, help me with it."

"Well." The first day of junior high school stood up and walked two steps before he found that his legs were numb. These two steps were like hemiplegia. He had to hold the wall and stop for a while before entering Yan Hang's room.

Yan Hang's bed is a bit messy. His pillows and towels are all thrown into a ball. There are several books on it. The cover is all in English. He glances at the first day of junior high school and can't find a word he knows.

After taking the cigarette to Yan hang, he took a look at the time. It was more than six o'clock.

"You go back. You've been here all afternoon," he said, lighting his cigarette. "Thank you."

"Thank you, fart." Junior one said.

Yan hang smiles.

"What would you like to eat, what?" The first day of junior high school asked, "take out, or...""I'll cook," said Yan hang. "Don't you want to go home?"

"No, don't worry about going home." Junior one said.

"I'm fine." Yan hang tut.

"Then I don't want to go back." The first day of junior high school changed.

Holding the table, Yan hang slowly stood up, moved his arms and legs against the wall, took his wallet from the table and gave it to him: "you go to the supermarket opposite to buy some vegetables. I'll take a bath if you want to buy anything."

"Oh." Junior one took the wallet.

"Why don't you say you have money?" Yan hang said.

"No money." Junior one sighs.

"Go ahead," Yan hang said, shaking his arm, "and buy another piece of iced black tea. You can buy yourself what you want."

"Well." I nodded at first.

Looking at Yan hang take clothes into the bathroom, he just out of the door.

The supermarket is not far from Yan Hang's home. You can see it when you go out.

On the first day of junior high school, he quickly crossed the street and just got on the sidewalk. A man ran up to him and hit him. He subconsciously pinched his wallet.

Without waiting for him to move forward, another man ran past.

"What a dead man?" Then someone ran and yelled.