A Lucky Coin

The police went to Yan Hang's house yesterday.

Junior one knows that the figure in the photo is uncle Yan.

So Yan hang must have known who the car was and who the third person at the scene was.

This makes junior one very scared.

What he was even more afraid of was that Yan hang knew that uncle Yan might have been injured, but his father didn't.

Of the three, one is dead, one is injured, and the other is OK

The first day of junior high school, standing behind the tree, he would panic when he thought of these things. He was so flustered that he had to lean against the tree trunk.

He had a hard time these days. He didn't go to school for two days. His family was in a mess. He didn't get any news from his father, couldn't find anyone, and didn't contact his family.

My mother is in a daze on the sofa every day, and my grandmother is swearing every day. If you see someone swearing, you have to fight with someone when you go out.

And the rumors outside are more terrible than at home.

Dad became a real-life version of "don't mess with honest people.".

It's like a gasbag. I'll stab you to death if I'm in a hurry. If I stab you to death, I can stab you to death.

There's no progress on the case. He's the son of the murderer.

In addition to Yan Hang's message, wechat, which will never receive any message, becomes lively. Every day, some students come to add his friends.

The feeling of being forced to be exposed to everyone's eyes makes him stand in a transparent sealed steamer every minute.

No one could hear what he said, no one wanted to hear, only one layer of suffocation.

He took a look at the window of Yan Hang's house. After the police left, there was no movement in Yan Hang's house.

In fact, the so-called movement is nothing more than whether the light is on or not, and whether Yan Hang's shadow has swung on the curtain.

The light of Yan Hang's house didn't light up until more than nine o'clock in the evening.

This makes junior one very worried.

Yan hang hasn't been out these days. He can't figure out his condition on the first day of junior high school. He doesn't even know if he has eaten.

It can only be judged from the light on and off that Yan Hang is at home and walking.

Nothing else.

But he didn't dare to contact Yan hang. He didn't know if Yan hang had the same idea about his father killing people as those people.

He stuck his eyes behind the tree and continued to stare at Yan Hang's window. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he gently squeezed the little leather steelwork.

Like a stalker.

Fortunately, there are few people now, and no one found that he would come here to stick it every day.

At 10:30, he couldn't help it. He ran all the way to a 24-hour supermarket far from home, where no one knew him.

My aunt gave him 200 yuan that day, but he didn't use it. Now he took it out and bought a bunch of food, snacks, ham sausage, snacks, and several boxes of self heating rice. Originally, he wanted to buy another cigarette that Yan hang always smoked, but after asking the price, he found that the cigarette was too high-grade. He didn't have enough money. Finally, he bought only two bags, and then ran back with these things.

While there was no one around, he quickly crossed the street and stood at the door of Yan Hang's house.

There was no sound in it.

Of course, he did not dare to get too close for fear of being found.

Holding his breath, he approached carefully, ready to rush over, put the food in the door, then knock on the door, and then turn to run away.

He practiced the process in his mind several times and then ran over on tiptoe.

Just as he bent down to put down the bag, the door lock rang.

At the beginning of the new year, he felt that his brain was buzzing and exploding, and his blood gathered from his whole body to his head. He threw the bag and turned around to run.

He only took five steps at most, and someone kicked him in the back.

He staggered two steps. Before he fell down, he was grabbed again and his arm was pulled back.

"What are you running for?" Yan Hang's voice is a little hoarse.

"No, I don't know." As soon as I looked back and saw Yan Hang's haggard face in the dim street lights, I immediately felt that his nose was sour.

"With this speed of reaction, I'm afraid the road of being a thief will not work." Yan hang released him.

"You can rob, rob the way." Junior one said.

"Let's collect the protection fee at the gate of the kindergarten." Yan hang smiles.

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

Yan Hang's smile was full of fatigue. He couldn't bear it any more with a glance, and his tears welled up in an instant.

It's like the gate is broken.

Yan hang didn't speak or move. He just stood there and watched him cry.

He didn't want to cry, especially when he was crying in front of Yan hang, but crying was like giggling. Once he started, it was not easy to stop.

He finally clenched his teeth and finally stopped.

I feel that in order to press down the crying force, the muscles of my whole body are strained.He lowered his head, pulled up his clothes and wiped them on his eyes.

Yan hang tut.

"Yes, I can't afford it." He loosened his clothes, raised his hand, and rubbed his arm against his eyes twice. As soon as he said this, tears came out again.

He seldom cried, was beaten, scolded and bullied. He never cried. At most, he complained to the tree hole. Many emotions passed away.

Now I don't know what's wrong, grievance, depression, panic, uneasiness, crisscross, all turned up.

"Come in and cry." Yan hang patted him on the head, turned around, picked up the bag on the ground and went back to the house.

The first day of junior high school hesitated for a moment and walked in behind him.

He didn't come in for a few days. It seemed that the hut he had always felt warm and steady had changed.

In fact, everything is still in the same place, except that the tea table is a bit messy and there is dust everywhere. Everything is the same, but the feeling is different.

It's very dark and cold.

"What did you buy?" Yan hang put the bag on the tea table and opened it.

"To eat," the first day of junior high school wiped his eyes and came to him, "you are, aren't you one, haven't you eaten all the time?"

"Not hungry." Yan hang said.

"This is good, eat," the first day of junior high school took out a box of gravy rice, "I ate special, don't taste good."

"Yes." Yan hang took a look.

After the light was turned on in the room, the first day of junior high school found that Yan hang was very thin and had a sharp chin.

"Eat something," he said, looking down at the instructions on the lunch box, which was 18 yuan a box. It was very luxurious. He had never eaten such a high-end thing. "I see, how can I eat it?"

"Local dog." Yan hang took the box from him.

After the heat came out of the rice box, the coolness of the room receded slightly, but the gray tone was still there.

The first day of junior high school sat on the stool beside the tea table, watching Yan hang eat.

Yan hang ate very slowly and chewed every bite for a long time.

Junior one likes stewed meat rice very much. His aunt took him to eat it before. He ate two portions of it. Although this box is not made and eaten now, it smells very fragrant.

Yan hang had such a hard time eating such a delicious dish because he had no appetite.

This lunch box should be just for his face.

"Drink water?" Junior one asked softly.

"Well." Yan hang took a look at him.

He took Yan Hang's cup, poured a cup of water, put it on the tea table, and then sat back in the same place.

Yan hang turned over the bag and took a bag of seaweed out to have a look: "it was bought by a child."

"No," Chuichi said with a smile, "it's just for the kids."

Yan hang unpacked, took two pieces and put them in his mouth. He handed the rest to him.

I took a piece of it in my mouth and bit it in.

He wants to talk to Yan hang, but he can't find anything to say. Yan hang has been eating in silence, slow and silent.

Maybe Yan hang didn't want to talk to him.

When the last meal was finished, Yan hang pointed at him when he put down his lunch box: "don't move."

"Oh." I left the stool and sat back.

"I'm fine," said Yan hang. "You don't have to worry about me. Deal with the family affairs first."

The first day of junior high school, my heart trembled.

"I Nothing. Nothing to deal with. " He bowed his head and sighed.

"Also," Yan hang lit a cigarette, "there is no news."

"Yan hang," the first day of junior high school called him, "I..."

Yan hang turned his head.

"My dad He, my dad, he, he... " The first day of junior high school, the more difficult it was to speak, the more difficult it was to say, "just, just, just my dad..."

"He doesn't have the guts." Yan hang said.

"Ah?" At first I was stunned.

"Go back," said Yan hang. "Sleep well. What should I do? Your father has run away. Are you still alive?"

Junior one looked at him and didn't speak.

"Here you are," Yan hang took out a card from his wallet. "The annual card of that boxing house. You can play when you have nothing to do."

Junior one didn't move.

"We usually don't stay in the same place for a long time. My father still has an annual card, which should be for you," Yan hang said. "I can't use it either."

The first day of junior high school took the card and squeezed it tightly in my hand. I felt my hand shaking.

After a long time, he put the card into his pocket and asked softly, "are you going to leave, are you going to leave?"

Yan hang didn't speak.

He secretly looked at Yan Hang's ankle, where the small black stone was still tied.

This feeling, can not say is a sigh of relief, or a sense of loss.

"I found that you are not much older, and you have a heavy heart," Yan hang said, patting him in the face. "I guess you think too much, so you don't grow up.""I'm going to jump in the second half of the year." Junior one said.

"You came here as planned?" Yan hang smiles.

"Well," the first day of junior high school nodded, "I've saved enough for one jump, to two meters."

"I'll see." Yan hang said.

I don't know what happened on the first day of junior high school. Yan Hang's words will make his nose sour.

I don't know whether it's because waiting to see indicates some connection in the future, or because waiting to see is more like "if one day".

"Go back," said Yan hang, "and have a good sleep."

"Well." The first day of junior high school should say, "how about you?"

"I'll get some sleep, too. I just took medicine before you came to be a thief, and now I'm a little sleepy." Yan hang said.

"Well, how are you, sleeping well." Junior one stood up.

"I know," Yan hang also stood up and scratched his head twice. "Don't you mean to have a haircut? It's still a bird's nest. "

"Forget," Chuichi said with a smile, "I'll go in two days."

"Don't worry about it. If it's too short, you have to fix it." Yan hang said.

"Well." The first day of junior high school, I scratched my hair.

Standing behind the curtain, looking at the first day of junior high school, Yan hang turned off the light in the room.

Back on the sofa.

He has been sitting here these days, not knowing what he is thinking or what he should do.

It's also waiting. In the past, there was expectation, but now there is confusion.

And panic.

He cheated junior one, he did not take medicine, he did not want to sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his eyes were full of blood.

This piece of monitoring is not perfect, three people are into the alley, from the alley the original road back is the first day father, out to the river direction has monitoring, but only photographed the dead.

Where's dad?

So much blood is killing people.

You're going to die.

Yan hang clenched his hands and wrapped his fingers in his palm, trying to make his hands warm.

It's July. It's still cold like this.

He spent the night on the sofa again, just like the previous nights.

The only difference is that there is a trace of reality in the air because of the smell of self heating rice.

The whole room also had a sound because of the first day of junior high school.

When it was almost dawn, he was relieved. He didn't know why he was relieved. It was as if he could breathe again when the light came through the curtain.

The sunlight leaking in through the curtain let him feel the change of time.

He gazed at the light and judged the present moment in his heart meaninglessly.

It's about eight twenty.

There was a light step outside the door.

It's not Dad.

He is too familiar with dad's footsteps, and he knows very well that Dad can't show up at this time.

It's not the first day of junior high school.

There will be a pause at the door on the first day of junior high school.

It won't be the police. The police won't come alone.

Yan hang got up, ran into the kitchen quickly, took a knife, leaned against the doorframe, and stared at the door of the living room.

The footsteps came to the door and stopped. Then the door was knocked.

Knock on the door?

Yan hang felt that he was a little nervous. Maybe it was the landlord, maybe it was the garbage collector, maybe it was the neighborhood committee

"Who?" He didn't move. He stood in the same place and asked.

"Is Yan hang there?" Outside was a man's voice.

"I ask who you are." Yan hang said.

"Your father's friend." The man replied.

Yan hang didn't make a sound.

Dad never said he had friends.

He took a look at the kitchen window. There was a small door on the security window. It was probably left by the landlord to escape the fire. The key was on the cupboard.

"Vigilance is so high..." The man outside sighed, "Yan Jidao, your father asked me to come to you."

Yan hang was stunned.

"Look at this." The man said again.

Then he saw that something had been jammed in under the crack of the door, and Yan hang recognized it as soon as a corner was exposed.

This is Dad's envelope.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked over and picked up the envelope.

It's this envelope. Every time he sees it, it makes him feel uneasy. He wants to see the content, but he doesn't dare to see it. Now he wants to find it all the time.

He opened the envelope and saw that there was only a very thin piece of paper in it, which was almost the same feeling. Every time he picked it up, he felt that there was only one page of writing paper on the top of his head.

When he pulled out this piece of paper, his heart beat a little bit.After all these years, he's finally going to see what's inside.

Now the mood can not be described.

Excitement, expectation, uneasiness, fear, all grow vigorously like fertilizer.

He took a breath and slowly exhaled.

Then unfolded the letter.

In fact, it's not a letter. I don't know what kind of book to tear down a page. The edge is the same as that of a dog. It's very dad's style.

There is only one sentence on it.

-Dear prince, this person outside can believe

???

What the hell.

Yan hang stares at this line of words.

A total of 12 words, including the address.

Even if you don't sign, punctuation is added when you read it silently.

How could this letter, which he had waited so many years to finally see, be like this?

"I haven't touched anything inside," the man said through the door. "I don't know what it is. He said you'll understand after reading it."

Yan hang can't be sure if this person has read the content, but he can be sure that this person hasn't touched the letter.

This kind of psycho friendly content.

This kind of psycho friendly wording.

This kind of psycho friendly short message.

It's the way his psycho dad used to be.

He is familiar with this word which seems to have been practiced.

"Your uncle," Yan hang couldn't help laughing when he looked at this line, "I'll fuck you, old Yan."

After turning over the letter and studying it for a while, Yan hang sighed again.

The envelope was old, but the paper was new, and the ink on it was new.

It can only be said that he always wanted to know the content of this envelope, in fact, there has been no fixed content.

Dad will probably write down different contents according to different situations every time.

He put the letter away and opened the door.

There was a man standing outside the door. He looked about the same age as his father, but at a glance we could see that he was not the same kind of person as his father.

Dad has a free and easy spirit of the world, but this person's face almost says "I'm a serious person".

In any case, I can't imagine that such a person would say that he is a friend of his father.

"My name is Cui," the man went into the room and frowned around. "You can call me Lao Cui."

"Full name?" Yan hang insisted.

"Cui Shiyuan." The man said.

Yan hang stares at him. He still has a serious face. At this moment, Yan hang believes that he and his father are really friends.

"Have you heard from my dad?" Yan hang poured a glass of water for Lao Cui.

"No," Lao Cui said, "this envelope was sent to me by express. It contains the address, the date I was asked to come, and a card."

"What are you doing here?" Yan hang asked.

"I'll give you the money and take you away." Lao Cui said.

Yan hang looks at him.

"He called me almost two months ago," Lao Cui drank. "He didn't tell me anything else. He just said he wanted you to live a normal life."

Yan hang didn't make a sound. After a while, he asked, "do you know what happened to him?"

"I guess," old Cui said, "nothing's wrong. He won't come to me."

"Didn't you know anything before I came to you?" Yan hang asked.

"I didn't get in touch with him for five years. I made that phone call just two months ago," Lao Cui said. "You should know more about your father than I do."

Yan hang nests in the sofa, feeling that his mind is beginning to be confused again.

I don't know if it's because he's always in a daze these days and his brain is rusty.

"Here is my business card," old Cui handed me a card. "I live in the hotel next to me. You can call me when you think about it."

Yan hang takes a look at the card, Cui Yi.

"My personal advice," Cui Yi looked at him, "you should come with me."

"Why?" Yan hang or looking down at his business card, lawyer?

"It may not be appropriate for you to stay here in your present state," Cui Yi said, "or your father would not let me come."

Yan hang remained silent.

The current state.

Now the state is really very bad, every day like trapped in something, very heavy.

But he didn't particularly want to leave. For him, it was different from any place he had stayed in the past.

And it's just here, and there are traces of dad. If you leave, you may never feel it again.

"I'll go back to the hotel first," Cui Yi said. "Call me when you think about it. I've been in the hotel."

"Well," Yan answered, "thank you."

Before Cui Yi left, he opened the curtain and spread the golden sunlight in the morning.Yan hang closed his eyes as if a nocturnal animal had been thrown into the hot sun.

He took out his father's "letter" and read it for a while. Then he lay down on the sofa and covered his eyes with the paper.

The letter was given to Cui Yi by dad in advance. It should have been planned for a long time.

He didn't know what to do.

He wants to go, and he doesn't want to go either.

He wants to find dad.

We need to find the body when we die.

Live to see people.

From any angle, he wants to find dad.

But intuition told him that Dad would never come back here.

It's over here.

Yan hang opened the self heating rice he bought yesterday, picked a box of fish flavored shredded pork and ate it slowly.

He can imagine what fish flavored shredded pork tastes like.

But he can't eat it.

It's the same with yesterday's Stewed rice.

He once had the experience of losing some sense. The failure of touch, smell and taste, occasionally or for a few days, will make people gradually lose their sense of reality.

That's probably my dad's biggest worry.

He unscrewed a bottle of iced black tea and took a few mouthfuls.

After dinner, he took a bath, changed his clothes and went out with a mask on.

Outside the sun is very strong, eyes can feel a strong sense of pain.

He stood in the shade of a tree and slowly walked across the street to the river after he got used to it.

The cordon to the river has been removed, and no trace can be seen on the road. As usual, the crowd seems to have forgotten what happened before.

Yan hang looked back, and behind him was the alley, the last place where his father disappeared.

He stood at the intersection for a while, turned and continued to walk towards the river.

The road along the river is still empty. Now when the temperature rises and the wind blows, he can smell the smell from the river, which makes him deeply understand why the road is empty.

He also deeply realized the extraordinary loneliness of the first day of junior high school, which made him endure the loneliness of finding a tree hole in such a place.

The tree hole is not hard to find. It's only a short walk away.

Yan hang went to the back of the tree, bent down to look at the tree hole, and then came close to smell it. There was the fragrance of wood.

He buttoned up his face.

"Chuyi local dog," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear what I say here."

"I want to say that I have been to many places and met many people, but now if you let me name three names at once," Yan hang said gently on the tree trunk, "except for Yan Zhiyuan and Yan hang, there will be only junior one."