A Lucky Coin

At this moment, the street is more deserted than usual. After all, there are many dead people here in the afternoon. There were few people on the street when I went home in the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school is not so scared. When there are few people, he pestles here, at least it won't make people think if there is something wrong with him.

But the wind at night is not cool at all on the legs, the legs are still hot.

I knew I would use toothpaste to spread it at home.

Junior one sighed.

After standing for a while, he felt a little tired. Looking at his mobile phone, he had stood for half an hour.

He trotted a few steps to the left, and then came back to the right, so he ran back and forth, feeling comfortable.

Yan Hang's house was dark all the time, and there was no movement. It seems that Yan hang really fell asleep, and he may have fallen asleep long ago. Yan hang didn't contact him all night.

If it's normal, he will go back after standing for a while.

But today is different.

Yan Hang's state is too strange. Although he doesn't know what it is, it must be a big thing. He can't solve any problems standing here, and he is more at ease than staying home.

It's quiet at home now, but he doesn't want to go back. His father can't get in touch with him all of a sudden, which makes him not in a good mood. No one in the family has a definite idea about it. Except for his mother's saying that she will go to the company tomorrow to ask, they just curse and complain.

When he thought about it, he felt a little dejected. He bent down to support his knees. As soon as he pressed his hand on it, he quickly took it away.

It hurts.

Just as he was about to continue to run left and right, a small light suddenly lit up behind the curtain of Yan Hang's house opposite him.

Then his cell phone rang.

It's Yan hang!

He quickly took out his mobile phone, and it was Yan hang.

He pulled two or three times, the phone did not pick up, so simply did not answer, a cell phone to the pocket, ran across the street.

"Yan hang?" He ran to the window and gave a soft cry.

The curtain was pulled open, and Yan hang opened the window: "I've convinced you."

"Are you, are you, sleeping?" He smiles.

"No, I've been standing here for an hour." Yan hang said.

"Ah?" He was stunned.

"I want to see when you go back." Yan hang said.

At the beginning of my life, I was speechless with my mouth open.

"What happened to your leg?" Yan hang asked.

"I have beautiful legs." Junior one said.

"Oh," answered Yan hang, staring at him eye to eye. After a while, he pointed to the door, "come in."

On the first day of junior high school, he entered the door and smelled the smell of smoke. Yan hang also smoked at ordinary times, but he didn't smoke much. Today, he could smell it in one door

"Do you want to turn on the light?" He changed his shoes and asked.

"Let's go," said Yan hang. "Let me see what's wrong with your leg. Is it hurt? They're all wearing big underpants. "

"It's hot." On the first day of junior high school, he pressed the switch once, and the light in the room was on. At a glance, he saw the wine bottle on the tea table and the cigarette ends full in the ashtray.

And Yan Hang's face was very tired, and his face was gray.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Yan hang looked at his leg, a little surprised, "is it so hot that there is no medicine?"

I don't know how to say it on the first day of junior high school. Should I say that I forgot to wipe the medicine, or that I didn't buy it when it was too expensive

"Sit down. I have burn cream." Yan hang rummaged in the drawer of the TV cabinet and took out a small golden ointment.

This ointment was found in the drugstore on the first day of the first day of junior high school, more than 30 pieces.

Although the shop assistant said that the medicine was very good and would not stuffy the wound, he still thought it was too expensive!

Very expensive!

His toothpaste is less than ten yuan!

However, Yan Hang's family's small medicine box actually had scald ointment, which surprised him. He looked at Yan hang: "your family still has this, this?"

"I bought it last week." Yan hang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, squatted to his leg, took the ointment and prepared to give him medicine. "My father's cooking got an oil point, so he went to buy one instead of scalding."

The first day of junior high school is laughing.

"Delicate." Yan hang also smiles. After laughing, he takes the ointment but doesn't move any more.

The first day of junior high school deviated and looked at his face quietly. He found that Yan Hang's eyes were a little red, but he couldn't see that it was because he didn't sleep enough or he wanted to cry.

But without waiting for him to continue his research, Yan hang had bowed his head and began to rub his medicine.

"It's OK," said Yan hang as he rubbed the medicine. "It's not serious. What are you doing to burn such a big piece?"

"I didn't serve the soup. Hold it." The first day of junior high school hesitated for a long time and decided not to tell the truth. He didn't want Yan hang to know that it was because he didn't go home for dinner and forgot to say it.

Yan hang smiles.

After applying the ointment on one leg, he added, "your grandmother lifted it."

The first day of junior high school, Yan hang guessed it directly, but he didn't say a word."A guess is accurate," said Yan hang. "Is it fierce?"

The first day of junior high school laughed: "it's powerful."

"Run out to stay so long, go back to your grandmother will not smoke you again?" Yan hang asked.

"No one cares about me at night." Junior one said.

"So," Yan hang looked at him, "you're not going to go home tonight, are you

The first day of junior high school lowered its head and nodded silently for a long time.

"Run away from home," Yan hang put the medicine on his instep, and then stood up, "burned away It's the first time you've been growing up, truancy and running away from home. "

Chuichi smiles and doesn't speak.

Yan hang washes his hands, goes back to the living room and sits down, looking at the stunned junior one.

He grows up so big, there are only two kinds of situations at home at night, one is that he is alone, the other is that he and his father never spend the night in his home.

But if he wants to stay here, he won't resist.

I always feel that I have been used to being lonely. Today, I am not only lonely, but also deeply afraid of the unknown. At this time, if I have someone to accompany me, even if I don't say a word, I will not be so frightened.

"You squeeze with me," said Yan hang. "This sofa can't sleep. My father's room..."

Dad's room he doesn't want to move.

"Well." I nodded at first.

"Then you go to sleep," Yan hang can see that the first day of junior high school has been quite sleepy, "and there will be classes tomorrow."

"You don't sleep?" Junior one looks at him.

"I Sleep. " Yan hang stood up and went to bed.

Yan hang always has two pillows on his bed. He likes to sleep higher, but it won't affect him to give him one today. Anyway, he can't sleep.

"Do you want to talk for a while?" After lying on the bed, I asked.

"Little stutterer still wants to chat with people," Yan hang leaned on the head of the bed, reached out and turned off the light, took the mobile phone and turned it on, "sleep with you."

"Oh," Chuichi said with a smile, "good night."

"Good night." Yan hang said.

He also has the previous page on his mobile phone, which is a local information forum. Besides all kinds of transactions, advertisements and rumors, there are also all kinds of gossip about emergencies.

When he saw the first day of junior high school standing across the street, he was preparing to go to the toilet. Then he looked at the post titled "has anyone heard about the killing in Linhe district".

As for why we don't order it right away and have to go to the toilet

It's because he's afraid.

In the past, he was only afraid that his father would not come back. Now there are more and more things he is afraid of. Any little information may make his heart feel like being caught.

As soon as I finished saying good night, I didn't make any more noise and didn't even move.

Yan Hangdian posted.

He quickly glanced at them, both discussing and asking about the specific situation. At first glance, there was nothing useful in the past, but he was relieved.

-The man was avenged! My friend's in that part! Don't ask me, I don't know anything else!

Yan Hang's downward fingers stopped abruptly.

To tell you the truth, this reply looks very much like bragging force, especially the last sentence don't ask me, put it elsewhere, that is "come and ask me, you don't ask me how I can continue to blow.".

The people behind the reply are obviously all this idea, and no one cares about this layer at all.

But Yan Hang's intuition told him that this man was telling the truth.

Friends are in this movie.

It's a movie.

Liang Bing.

Yan hang had a face-to-face contact with Liang Bing only once, but what he could see in these streets was "mixed up", and Liang Bing was the only one.

There is another sentence in the reply, I don't know anything else.

This sentence should also be true.

Looking at Liang Bing's appearance, even if he is a gangster, he will walk across these streets. If he goes out, he will have to be beaten into mud.

I don't know much about this level.

But you know as much as you know.

What's more, Liang Bing has never appeared in his "territory" after such a big accident

Yan hang twisted his eyebrows and pondered for a while. He turned his head to see if junior one was asleep. Junior one should know something about Liang Bing.

As soon as he turned his head, he heard Chuyi sigh: "Yan hang."

"Well?" Yan hang answered, "I thought you were asleep."

"I can't sleep." Junior one turns his head and looks at him.

"Is my cell phone too bright?" Yan hang looked at the screen, it was already 50% brightness, he adjusted down, "or choose seats?"

"No," she said softly after a long time of frowning, "my dad didn't go home today."

Yan Hang's mobile phone didn't hold steady and hit on the bridge of his nose.There was a pain.

"Buy a hand, a mobile phone rack." Junior one reached over and touched his nose.

"Doesn't your father often stay away from home?" Yan hang asked.

"Go outside, do not, do not return, but will tell, my mother said," the first sigh, "today did not say, mobile phone also call, can't get through."

Yan hang felt as if he had been thrown into the ice cellar.

Cold is not a sudden attack, but a little bit from the sole of the foot, from the fingertips into the body.

So many things can't be accidental.

What he has been worried about should have been It happened.

The only thing I don't understand is that my father can have anything to do with it.

"Didn't your father's colleagues and leaders ask what happened?" Yan hang pressed his own confusion and asked softly.

"If there is no electricity," said junior one, "my mother will go to the company tomorrow to have a look."

"Well." Yan hang wanted to find another sentence to say, not to let his panic show so obviously, but he opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't find a word.

"I don't, shouldn't say, this," Chuyi whispered, "you originally, don't open, heart."

"It's OK, I It's no big deal, "said Yan hang." I've always been very emotional and affected. "

"No Junior one said.

"No what?" Yan hang asked.

"No," Chuichi chuckled, "you are very smart."

"Natural and unrestrained fart," Yan hang also laughed, "you are still small."

Smart.

He used to think he was very smart, and his father was even more smart from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, they all use the same way to cover it up.

"Yan hang," junior one's hand stretched out, touched his arm a few times, grasped his wrist, "you have, what's not, happy, want to say, time, can tell, tell me."

"Well," Yan hang laughed, "little angel."

Yan Hang's wrist is very thin. When he holds it, he can feel the carpal bone in his palm.

The first day of junior high school felt very comfortable. He closed his eyes and put his finger on Yan Hang's wrist.

Sometimes when he couldn't sleep, he would beat the rhythm gently. It was easier for him to fall asleep under the monotonous and repetitive feeling. I just didn't know if this method was useful for Yan hang.

After a while, he suddenly felt that there was something different inside Yan Hang's wrist.

There seems to be a very thin bulge.

Scars?

His first reaction was not very good, but the raised path was upright

Just as he wanted to touch it again, Yan hang pulled out his hand and nodded on his forehead with his backhand: "sleep."

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

After a while, Yan hang added: "it's a small scar. I was scratched by a nail when I fell down before."

"Ah, does it hurt?" First day of junior high school.

"It doesn't hurt. I don't feel much." Yan hang said.

The first day of junior high school wanted to turn over and face Yan hang, but he found that he would press his leg, so he had to turn back and lie on his back.

Yan hang felt a small bottle next to his pillow and sprayed something on it.

It smells good. The faint fragrance, mixed with Yan Hang's breath, makes me sleepy.

"Is it fan, hunxiang?" He asked.

"key face, dog," Yan hang said, "Lavender spray, sleep."

“…… Oh He closed his eyes and laughed.

The post on the forum is quite long. Yan hang has read it several times from beginning to end. There are all kinds of opinions, such as robbery, revenge and fighting, but they are basically guesswork.

Except for the "don't ask me" layer owner, there is basically no reliable content.

When Yan hang refreshed again to see if there was any new content, the system showed that the post had been deleted.

He frowned and threw the phone away.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sleep for several days. Today, I didn't even feel confused for a second. It's killing me.

He closed his eyes against the pillow and touched the scar on his wrist.

Leng for a while, he gently sat up, next to the first day has fallen asleep, breathing slow and calm.

Yan hang sat cross legged on the bed and closed his eyes.

Let your mind go.

It's hard. Every time Dad says we come to meditate, he can't do it.

Although he has a whole night now, he knows that he can't do it before he starts. He can't do it at ordinary times, and it's even more impossible in this case.

It can only be used to kill time.

It's all in my head.

Dad.

The dead man.

Father of junior one.Liang Bing.

He wanted to connect these, but he couldn't find the thread.

He stayed at the head of the bed all night. At daybreak, he felt that he couldn't move any more. His back hurt badly.

What he admired was that he didn't turn over all night on the first day of junior high school. He kept a posture of looking up in a few hours. He didn't snore, he didn't grind his teeth, he didn't talk in his sleep.

It's as quiet as if it doesn't exist.

It should be a sound sleep.

Yan hang looked at the time, according to the normal school time, he could still sleep for another half an hour, but he didn't know whether to call the first day of junior high school and go home first.

When hesitating, the mobile phone next to the pillow rings.

Yan hang took a look, and it showed "Mom".

"Ah, the first day of junior high school," he quickly pushed the first day of junior high school, "your mother called."

"Well..." The first day of junior high school is confused to stare ground should a, didn't open an eye.

"Your grandmother is going to smoke you!" Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and wanted to help him pick up the phone first. He pulled it for more than a dozen times. The mobile phone seemed to be dead, and the screen was black.

"I'll come," he said as soon as he woke up. He rubbed his eyes and took his cell phone. Like luck, he lit up the screen first, then pushed the answer circle and slowly pulled it aside. This time he picked it up. He sat up and said, "hello?"

"If you come back at noon today, I'll chop you!" The voice over there rushed out, "you're going crazy! Your father is missing all day long! You're following me, aren't you! Don't come back if you can! "

I hung up the phone before I made a sound.

First day mother should be very angry, the voice is very loud, Yan hang can hear clearly beside.

"I'll accompany you back," said Yan hang. "I'll explain it to them. Blame me. Yesterday you should go back."

"No, no," the first day of junior high school shook his head. "Besides, if you don't let me stay, I won't go back."

Yan hang looked at him and said nothing.

The first day of junior high school, I feel that I'm not decent these two days.

It can't be said that it's not like words. It's just that it suddenly doesn't follow the routine of more than ten years.

He didn't know what was going on.

It's like suddenly entering a period of rebellion that never existed and never thought existed.

It's not clear whether it's because of Yan hang or the oppressive atmosphere that my father suddenly disappeared.

All of a sudden, he didn't care. His mother's long face, his grandmother's raised arm, and his grandfather were like the double Q of a black hole

However, after getting up and eating the breakfast made by Yan hang, he decided to go to school.

After all, there is something at home now. His rebellious period should be released first. My mother is really upset.

"Don't come here at noon," said Yan hang. "Let's go straight home."

"Well." Just a little bit.

"If your father has any news, let me know." Yan hang said.

"OK," the first day of junior high school answered, "if you have something to do, call me."

"Good." Yan hang patted him on the shoulder.

When I went out of Yan Hang's home on the first day of junior high school, I was a little reluctant.

He likes to stay with Yan hang, even if he is a little gray now, he doesn't care.

When he went to school, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He didn't know what he wanted to see.

At such a short time, neither mom nor Yan hang would contact him so soon.

He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he felt that the atmosphere was more lively than usual.

As soon as he got to his seat, Li Zihao came up behind him and said, "ah, first day of junior high school."

Junior one didn't make a sound or move.

"The river was dead yesterday. Do you know what happened?" Li Zihao asked, "your home is nearest to that area. You were absent from school yesterday afternoon. Did you see anything?"

"No The first day of junior high school answered that they were all discussing this matter.

"Damn it Li Zihao gave him a push, "what are you playing cool?"

"That's not true." Junior one said.

"I heard it was a fight. Didn't you hear anything?" Li Zihao's desire for knowledge of eight trigrams overcame his anger and continued to ask, "then what did you do yesterday afternoon?"

"Hair, fever," said junior one, "sleep at home, sleep."

"Hair, fever, sleep at home, sleep," Li Zihao learned from him, the people next to him laughed, Li Zihao pushed him again, "I'm afraid you don't know if someone died downstairs."

On the first day of junior high school, people around changed the topic and continued to discuss the fight by the river.

The first day of junior high school didn't quite understand what these people were excited about. Were they replaced by choppers, or by choppers, or just because someone died in such a bloody way?

For two consecutive classes, he didn't stop discussing for four weeks.After the second class, the head teacher came into the classroom, stood at the door, looked into the classroom for two circles, and then his eyes fell on Junior One: "junior one, you come here."

The first day of junior high school was stunned. He was never called by the teacher from the classroom. Sometimes he felt that the teacher might not know him.

People around him also had some accidents. When he stood up, someone said, "people don't kill at the first time, do they?"

A group of people burst into laughter.

The first time I saw the speaker, I went to the door of the classroom. The head teacher pointed to those people: "don't make fun of this kind of thing!"

On the first day of junior high school, he followed the head teacher downstairs anxiously. When he arrived downstairs, the head teacher stopped: "go home first. Something happened in your family. Your aunt just called the school and asked for leave for you."

"What, what, what?" The first time I heard it, I was stunned, and suddenly I was in a panic.

"She didn't say," the head teacher said, "don't worry. Go home and see what's going on."

"Thanks, thanks, thanks..." The first day of junior high school is more difficult to speak in a hurry.

"Go back, don't say," the head teacher waved, "pay attention to safety on the road!"

The first day of junior high school didn't speak any more. He turned around and ran to the school gate.

What's the matter?

What can happen at home?

It's not a matter for grandma to take off her clothes and fight with others. What else can it be?

…… daddy?

What can happen to dad?

A car accident?

He didn't dare to think about it. He took out his mobile phone while running. Now he didn't dare to call his mother. He had to call his aunt first.

For the first time, the unresponsive mobile phone made him want to throw away this junk.

Half a street out, the phone finally dial out.

The aunt answered the phone immediately: "dog?"

"What's the matter?" The first day of junior high school.

"Don't worry, don't worry," my aunt said quickly, "I'm at your home. I'll wait for you at the intersection. Don't worry!"

"Is that my father?" Junior one couldn't help asking, "it's a car, a car..."

"It's not a car accident, it's not, it's just the police asking," said the aunt. "It's not clear about the specific situation yet..."