A Lucky Coin

Junior one is not interested in the crowd. He won't go to any car accident or fight.

Murder?

He has no interest. A life has disappeared. What can I be excited about? In the past, there were people on the bridge who wanted to commit suicide, and many onlookers. I heard that they jumped later.

But the river was too shallow to drown, but I broke my leg.

Many people have been amused as a joke for a long time, but he thinks it's very good. He's relieved, at least not dead.

He looked in the direction of the crowd. It was the small street leading to the river.

That is to say, many people may have gone to his tree hole now. He is not happy. The tree hole is his little secret. He doesn't want anyone else to find out.

He hesitated and walked down the street for a while. He saw blood on the ground.

It's a long one. It's dripping in the past.

He stopped.

Forget it.

This kind of scene, still don't see.

He turned and went to the supermarket. Several tallyman in the supermarket looked over at him at the door and asked, "do you see what's going on? Did you cut people down? "

"I don't know." The first day of junior high school.

In the supermarket, as usual, no one noticed the commotion outside.

Most of the time, it's just like what happens around you. Some people walk, some people come, some people live and some people die. But if you don't see it, there's nothing.

If Yan hang didn't see him that day and didn't come up to him.

For him, Yan hang never existed.

In this life, how self - living.

On the first day of junior high school, he pinched Yan Hang's wallet and walked back and forth among all kinds of dishes.

Yan hang was in a bad mood, but his meals didn't seem to be affected. He wanted to buy something Yan hang liked to eat, but he turned around and found that he didn't know what Yan hang liked to eat.

In the end, I had to buy something that I could eat, shrimp, meatballs and some vegetables.

Another piece of iced black tea.

When I came out of the supermarket, I saw the police car on the first day of junior high school, flashing lights and driving to the river.

It seems that something really happened. He sighed and trotted across the street with his things.

When he came to Yan Hang's house, he found that Yan hang had opened the curtain and was standing in the window with a cigarette in his mouth in a daze. His hair was still wet and dripping with water.

The first day of junior high school: "I'll buy whatever I want..."

"What's the matter over there?" Yan hang asked.

"Oh," the first day of junior high school looked back, "I didn't, didn't go, look, it's like death, dead people."

Yan Hang's cigarette shook suddenly, and a piece of ash fell down.

At the beginning, Yan Hang's reaction surprised him a little.

After a long time, he found that Yan hang didn't mean to open the door for him, so he had to point to the door again: "open, open."

Yan hang pinched his cigarette, went to open the door and took the dish from his hand: "first day of junior high school."

"Well?" Junior one looks at him.

"Do me a favor," said Yan hang. "Go over there and see what's going on."

The first time I was stunned again, but I nodded quickly: "OK, I'll go and have a look. You wait for a while."

Looking at the first day of junior high school, Yan hang quickly walked across the street. Then he closed the door and took the food into the kitchen.

When he wanted to pick up the vegetables and put them on the desk, he found that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't lift them.

He had to hold the bag in both hands before he put it on.

When he let go of the bag, his hand seemed to lose its support, shaking so much that he wanted to dance to the rhythm.

He held the desk, lowered his head, closed his eyes, inhaled hard, and then spit out slowly.

Breathe in again.

Breathe out again.

After slowing down a little bit, he bit his lip, turned around, walked out of the kitchen, went into dad's room and turned on the light.

Everything in dad's room is as usual. The folded quilt, the folded towel quilt, the clothes lying on the back of the chair, and the faint smell of smoke.

In another night, the smell of smoke in the room will be gone.

Yan hang stood in the room for a few seconds, went to the bed and took away the pillow.

There's nothing under the pillow. He shakes the pillow again. Nothing falls out. He grabs the pillow and pinches it again. There's nothing.

Lift the quilt, no, shake, no, hold the quilt cover and pinch it again, no, the towel is also shaken.

Sheet, bed board, under the bed.

None of them.

He used to pick up dad's clothes on the back of the chair, but he didn't. He was a little impatient and threw them aside, then opened the wardrobe.

Where on earth is that letter?

Dad couldn't have taken the letter with him. The envelope was very old, but there was no crease. The letter was only in the room.

But the room is so big, the things are so few, Dad's things are even less, like a person who only has a business trip for two or three days.Where the hell is it!

He took out the clothes in the closet and felt them one by one, but Dad's clothes were just these. After a few times, the closet was empty.

He reached into the cupboard again and felt it carefully, but there was no sign.

At last, he slammed the cupboard door and kicked the chair angrily: "fuck!"

"Yan hang?" The voice of the first day of junior high school came from the living room.

He turned around and stood outside the window. The window was facing the door of the two rooms. He probably saw what he looked like. The expression on his face was a little uneasy.

"Did you go to see it?" Yan hang went and opened the door.

"Yes," Chu nodded, "but I can't pass. The police car, ambulance and ambulance are all here."

"See that dead man?" Yan hang looked at him and felt a little out of breath.

"Cover, up," the first day of junior high school shakes his head, "see one, a piece of gold, watch."

"With a gold watch?" Yan hang asked.

"Well," the first day of junior high school was a little uneasy. He rubbed his hands on his clothes, "or I'll go to see it again..."

"No more." Yan hang couldn't tell whether he was relieved or even more worried. He felt that the whole person was hanging. He couldn't press down to the end.

Always want to take something to send empty heart to fill in the anxiety.

Finally, he hugged junior one, pressed his head to his chest, and held it tightly.

Chuyi was startled. His first reaction was that Yan hang wanted to beat him out. He subconsciously raised his arm to hold his head.

But Yan hang hugged him, and his whole face was pressed on Yan Hang's chest.

His arm just opened and held.

Yan hang hugged him tightly. He felt that his nose was flattened and he had some difficulty breathing. After waiting for a while, he saw that Yan hang didn't mean to let go. He could only open his mouth quietly to help him breathe.

Yan hang lowered his head and rubbed against the top of his head, then put his chin on his head.

Then he pressed hard.

Junior one didn't know whether his head was too fragile or Yan Hang's chin was too strong, so he felt very painful.

But he didn't say a word.

He didn't know what happened to Yan hang. He didn't know what the dead man with the gold watch over there had to do with his abnormality.

He only knew that Yan hang was in a very bad mood, and his mood was not very stable.

Yan hang, who has always been arrogant and free and easy, suddenly became like this, which made him very distressed.

He hesitated for a moment, his arm tightened, and he held Yan Hang's waist tightly.

After a while, Yan hang released him and scratched his head.

He also released his hand and quickly glanced at Yan Hang's face without crying.

"Do you do your homework?" Yan hang went to pull up the curtain and looked out through the crack of the curtain.

"Ah?" Junior one didn't respond.

"I cook," Yan hang turned into the kitchen, "you do your homework."

Yan Hang's words were very clear and his tone was normal. It seemed that he was completely OK.

But the first day of junior high school is here from noon, and he has been absent from class all afternoon. Where can I get the homework to write? Even if there is homework to write, his schoolbag is still at school.

Junior one goes to the kitchen door and looks at Yan hang.

Yan hang stood in front of the desk with his back to him and put the dishes in order.

On the first day of the new year, I took a cabbage to the pool, quickly broke off the leaves and began to wash the vegetables.

"How do you like shrimp?" Yan hang asked.

"White, burn." It's relatively simple.

"Well." Yan hang answered and stood in front of the stove, staring at the water in the pot.

On the first day of the new year, the dishes were washed and taken to the desk.

Yan Hang is now in a strange state. For the sake of safety, Chuyi picks up the knife and lowers his head to cut cabbage.

"How do you want to eat this?" Yan hang took a look at him.

"Fried meatballs." Junior one said.

Yan hang didn't speak any more.

At the beginning of the new year, I cut the dishes and cut the meatballs. I still don't want Yan hang to do anything about the knife.

Yan hang put the ingredients into the pot and continued to be stunned.

Wearing a gold watch.

Yan hang had never seen a person wearing a gold watch in his mind. His reaction to the first day of junior high school should not be someone he was familiar with.

Is it just an accident today?

Although he hopes so, it's hard to accept intellectually. When dad left, he was so different from usual. He didn't have to think about it carefully to know that something big was going to happen. In the afternoon, people died by the river.

It's an accident. It's hard for him to believe it.

water boiled, the ingredients smell out, he added some Baijiu, and then reached for shrimp, just reached out, a tray handed to him.

He turned his head and took a look. The first day of junior high school has been standing by. Now he has handed over the shrimp.He poured the shrimp into the pan: "get the ice."

On the first day of junior high school, I went to the refrigerator and found the ice box.

"All in a bowl." He said.

"Good." The first day of junior high school took a big bowl and banged the ice box on the edge of the bowl.

The movement was very big. Yan hang startled him and looked at him: "do you knock ice or bowl?"

"Can't break it," the first day of junior high school knocked again, the ice in the refrigerator fell into the bowl, "I have, count, don't worry."

In the first day of junior high school, he was very quick. He knew what he was going to do in a word. After making ice cubes, he went to pour some cold water and put a bowl of ice water in his hand.

Yan hang fished out the shrimp and put it in: "another bowl, the shrimp meat will be tender only after it is thoroughly iced."

"Well." Do it on the first day of junior high school.

After the prawns were ready, he fried the meatballs and cabbage together, and then cooked the quick-frozen dumplings.

On the first day of junior high school, the dishes were put out on the tea table, and the iced black tea was also put away.

Yan hang went to touch the bottle. It was ice. It should have been put into the freezer on the first day of junior high school.

He took a look at the seat where Dad always sat on the sofa, sat down, and then turned on the TV with the remote control.

There is no need to change channels. It's directly in the news broadcast of the city.

After a meal, they didn't speak and watched the news as they ate.

The news, as always, was trivial, with no mention of the killing by the river.

The reporter efficiency of city TV station is not as good as that of wechat circle of friends.

However, Yan hang felt that he was only watching the news as a program. He had to have this voice when he was eating. He was not sure whether he would like to watch the news when it was really there.

After dinner, the soul of the long-term worker in the first day of junior high school is still there. He quickly cleans up all the things on the tea table. After a lot of work in the kitchen, the desk is cleaned up.

The weather forecast began to play on TV. Yan hang was about to change his remote control to another station when his mobile phone rang.

He was startled in his heart. When he picked up the mobile phone, he exerted a little too much force and directly pinched out two cracks in the toughened film with a click.

"It's me My voice is ringing Junior one stood next to him with a mobile phone and said in a shocked whisper.

Yan hang took a look at his black screen mobile phone, took off the film and threw it on the coffee table: "is it your mother who scolds you?"

"Probably." Junior one some reluctantly smile, then began to talk.

"You don't have to come back! Go to hell As soon as the phone was connected, my mother's voice burst out, "if you don't want to answer the phone, you won't answer it, if you don't want to come back, you won't come back! If you want to be absent, you can be absent! Then don't go back! I'll break the leg of anyone who dares to come back! "

Without waiting for a voice, my mother's phone has been hung up.

"Go back," said Yan hang. "I'm fine, but I'm a little upset. I'll just sleep."

Junior one stood still.

Yan hang looked at him: "how long have you known me? That's how I can worry. "

The first day of junior high school quickly calculated in mind: "almost a semester."

Yan hang laughed: "long time?"

"Well." Junior one also smiles.

"There are many semesters in one's life," Yan hang said. "There are countless."

Chuyi frowned and said nothing.

"Thank you." Yan hang said.

At the beginning of the first day of the new year, he frowned half and settled down. After a while, he regained his position. Yan hang didn't follow the usual way of speaking. This sudden "thank you" didn't even have time to return.

"You're lovely," Yan said. "People just don't see it."

"You see, when you get there, it's OK." Junior one said.

Yan hang turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "my father said he wanted to have another child before, but I wish I had a brother like you before I had time. "

I can't understand what "no time" means.

"I won't always be alone." Yan hang said.

"Now, you are not alone." First thought, "I'll be with you later."

Yan hang watched him attentively for a long time. Then he got up and came to kiss him on the forehead.

On the first day of junior high school, the whole person was fixed in the same place.

Yan hang, who was very light perfume, smells his face. Although he kissed him on the hair, he still felt faint.

From small to large, no one has ever kissed him like this. In my memory, he has never been held by his family.

Yan Hang's light touch on his forehead was the first time he felt intimate when he was so old.

"It's time for a haircut." Yan hang tut.

"Well," the first day of junior high school a little embarrassed to smile, plucked the hair on the forehead, "weekend."

"I want to be alone in the evening," said Yan hang. "If there's something I'll send you a message.""Guaranteed." Junior one said.

"Guaranteed." Yan hang nodded.

After the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was stunned on the sofa for a while. Then he got up and took a bottle of dad's Erguotou and a bag of peanuts.

Back on the sofa, he lit a cigarette, turned down the TV and continued to watch the market station.

In the evening, the city TV station will broadcast a dog blood idol drama, very occasionally, the old men who appear on the stage all wear soft light to polish their skin.

There will be news after the play.

He was drinking wine and eating peanuts in the dark, staring at the flashing light on the other side.

This "I'm in the dark" style will make him feel safe.

Safety.

When dad is not at home, he needs this feeling more.

It's not a sense of security, it's real security.

Today, he could have gone out to have a look by himself, but he didn't. He asked Chuyi to run for him.

Dad didn't teach him how to hide himself subconsciously when there was a danger.

But after so many years of such life, my father taught him to fight, to protect himself, and to see people. This kind of consciousness has long been hidden in his mind.

When the music of the news sounded, his hand with the wine glass shook slightly.

The full glass of wine spilled out. He licked the wine spilled on his hand. Instead of looking at the screen, he just looked down at the peanuts on the tea table.

"At about six o'clock this afternoon, there was a suspected serious fight in Shidong District..."

When the female announcer on TV said this, Yan hang took a breath in his heart, looked up, drank all the wine in the glass and stared at the screen.

But I can't hear her clearly.

"The police station of Linhe district received the alarm One man lost too much blood and died on the spot There was a lot of blood on the scene... "

Yan hang stares at the familiar street scene with the Yellow cordon on TV.

The man died by the river. His identity has not yet been determined. Witnesses at the scene said he ran out of the alley across the street.

The alley across the street.

The alley on the other side of the street is about 500 meters away from the house they rented. In fact, it can't be called an alley. It's just a passage formed by the courtyard walls on both sides. It can't pass cars, so it can only go by pedestrians and motorcycles.

When the picture cuts to the Hutong, Yan hang sees a large area of blood on the ground that has not been cleaned up.

He frowned.

Before, we could see a lot of blood in the camera of the river. The man was surrounded by blood. He should have been stabbed in the alley and then ran to the river. After he fell to the ground, he lost a lot of blood and died.

…… Why is there so much blood in the Hutong? Whose is it?

Who stabbed him?

"The specific circumstances of the case are still under further investigation..."

This news is very short. Two or three minutes later, it changed to another news that two old men were fighting for seats on the bus.

"It's promising!" Grandma slapped on the back of the first day of junior high school and said, "I'm absent from class! Why don't you just drop out! "

Junior one didn't make a sound, staring at the Porphyra egg soup spilled all over the place.

There is a burning pain in the legs and feet.

The soup was overturned by his grandmother when he brought it out of the kitchen. A pot of soup was poured on his trousers.

It's normal for grandma to be angry. He didn't go home for dinner and didn't tell the family. Mom and grandma haven't had dinner until now.

Today, he has been thinking about accompanying Yan hang. He forgot to tell his mother a lie.

"Let's get into the water first." My grandfather waved.

"What water! Burn him to death. If you don't give him some strength, he will go to heaven! " Grandma pointed at him with a fork in her waist. "Look at him recently. He came back to eat when he was happy. If he was not happy, he would have no fart."

In fact, they don't come back to eat when they are happy. There is nothing to be happy about when they come back to eat.

The first day of junior high school gently pulled the trouser legs, so that the trouser did not stick to the legs. Fortunately, the soup has been boiled for a while, not the hottest.

However, compared with the pain in his leg, what he loves more is his pants.

These are the trousers Yan hang gave him. He didn't dare to wear them together, but he was still wearing a school uniform I knew I was still wearing school uniform today, and he had already mended the hole in his butt.

Grandma scolded a generalist again and had a rest. He went into the toilet and took off his trousers. His legs and insteps were all red, but there was no skin on them.

He took the hose and poured water on his leg for a while. He felt better, but as soon as the water left, the hot pain came back.

He sighed, went to the balcony and put on a pair of big underpants, and went out to buy some medicine in the evening.

Several people were sitting in the living room. After grandma lifted the soup, the eating procedure was temporarily decided. Everyone stopped and sat in a daze.

Junior one took a mop and began to clean up the soup on the ground.

"Do you want to call the police?" Grandfather suddenly said a word."Call the police!" Mother frowned, "an old man does not answer the phone at home on the police, which police have this spare time to take care of you."

"That's right," grandma said on one side, "it's better to ask where to catch the traitor than to report to the police."

"Come on, you don't have a good word in your mouth all day long. Your family doesn't expect a good one!" Mother said impatiently.

"The man just mentioned in the news," my grandfather said, "can't be..."

"You are insane!" Mom jumped up, "are you sick?"

"I've been a fool all my life," grandma pointed to him. "I can fart and I'm more intelligent than you."

The first day of junior high school dragged the floor twice, put the dishes out and sat down at his desk.

Listening to grandma talking about dad with mom while eating, he just felt upset and scared.

Dad is a timid person, especially afraid of his mother scolding him, mobile phone can not get through this kind of thing, the first day of memory did not appear a few times, even if there is no electricity, dad will find a phone call back.

I don't know what happened.

Mom doesn't have a phone call from dad's company or his colleagues. She can't get through to Dad's mobile phone right now. She doesn't even have a place to ask.

"I'll go to their company tomorrow," my mother finally said, "what a broken company!"

"I'll go with you." Grandma said.

"Come on, what are you going to do? I'll ask about it first." Mother frowned.

On the first day of junior high school, I lie on my desk and turn over my English textbook.

There is no homework to do today, so he doesn't know what to do.

He didn't even have a place to hide in this house.

I can only be so stunned.

Until the whole family went back to bed, he stood up, opened the door and went out.

When he went out at this time, he had no place to go. He used to run and chat in the tree hole.

Today, I can't go to the tree cave. There's still a cordon.

I went to the drugstore to buy a piece of scald cream first, but I didn't get it. He didn't know that a small piece of scald cream was so expensive, so much more expensive than toothpaste

Finally, he stood on the side of the road opposite Yan Hang's house and sighed.

Yan Hang's house didn't turn on the light. It's estimated that Yan hang has gone to sleep.