A Lucky Coin

"I took a few days off for you, and you'll go to school when you get to the final exam." My mother sat on the sofa with a plaster on her forehead. For just a few days, my mother had been pulling her face for ever longer, and occasionally she could see the lines extending to her chin.

Junior one did not speak, he did not know how he should be now.

He didn't want to go to school, but he just asked for a leave. He was a little reluctant, but he had to go. When he got to school, he was mocked by those eyes, and he felt depressed. Maybe someone would want to "get rid of the harm for the people"

"Go and stay with your father for a few days," said his mother. "By the way, do they know where else your father has to go?"

I nodded at first.

Usually, he would be very happy to let him go to your grandparents' home, but in this situation, he really does not want to see his grandparents sad.

"The good son they raised," said Grandma, who had been eating melon seeds all morning. It was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder. "I really admire that he didn't come here after such a big accident."

"What's the use of them coming here," my mother said. "We can't live here. We have to take care of them."

"Well thought! Want to live at home? What else do you care for Grandma threw all the melon seed shells on the ground. "The son they taught, threw his wife and children away, and wanted to be taken care of by my mother?"

Mom didn't speak, she was frowning.

"Do you remember! When he was a child in junior high school, he rode a broken car to take junior high school to the market. When someone started fighting, he threw his son away and ran away! " Grandma lit a cigarette and held it in her mouth

"He ran away with the first day of junior high school." Mom said.

"He said that if he ran away, he would run away." Grandma's nose and mouth were puffing smoke. She looked as if she was so angry that she pointed to the first day of junior high school

Junior one didn't make a sound.

He can't remember it clearly. Maybe it was too small at that time.

"You're not a stammer!" Grandma said, "you're a dumb motherfucker!"

Junior one can't stay at home, but he doesn't dare to go out during the day. One is his neighbor, the other is his grandmother.

He can only hold it at home, holding a mobile phone to communicate for a while.

Yan Hang's circle of friends hasn't been updated for a long time. He has turned over the old ones countless times, although he can't understand them. He also went to see Yan Hang's microblog. All Yan Hang's nicknames are Xingtian, which is easy to find.

Microblog also has no content, which is earlier than the content of the circle of friends. His fans punch in his last microblog every day. Good morning, good afternoon, good night. There is no live broadcast.

-I can't remember how many times this has suddenly disappeared. I remember that I came back to read this message for a long time. It seems that Yan hang has always been like this. He will suddenly disappear and may also suddenly appear.

The first day of junior high school quietly followed Xingtian's little brother's Micro blog with his own number. His number has never been used, and his nickname is a series of inexplicable numbers.

In order not to be regarded as a water army trumpet, he changed his nickname. On the first day of the lunar new year, he also forwarded some funny microblogs.

It feels like this. It looks more like So I forwarded it again. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

A little better.

He wanted to tell Yan hang that he was going to stay at his grandfather's house for two days, but he thought it was silly. Yan Hang is in such a state now that he doesn't care where you go.

Besides, he didn't dare to find Yan hang. In addition to secretly observing, he didn't know what proper posture could deal with this awkward relationship.

There were no friends at all, but now a friend has made it like this. At the first thought of Yan hang in junior high school, I feel at a loss.

My grandfather's family is in a suburban town. It's not easy to go there. I have to take a bus.

But today my mother called my aunt and she drove him there.

"Look at your mother," said the little aunt, "when you need me, you don't hesitate at all."

Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.

"That is to say, I don't care if I give you a ride or if she wants to use the car herself," my aunt took a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to him. "Take it. Your aunt is shocked."

"Thank you." Junior one is holding the red envelope.

"It's better to go to your master's place for two days, and comfort the old man and the old lady by the way," said the little aunt. "Your father is fine, but he doesn't know why he ran away. You tell them that as long as he's not dead, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Well." Just a little bit.

As the car passed Yan Hang's house, he turned his head and looked out quietly.

The curtain of Yan Hang's house was half open, but he couldn't see clearly inside.

But junior one thinks that this is a good phenomenon, there is light in the room, people's mood can be much better.

My aunt took him to my grandfather's house and left downstairs. On the first day of junior high school, I went upstairs and knocked on the door for a long time, but my grandmother came and opened the door.On the first day of the new year, grandma's tears came down.

"Don't cry," the first day of junior high school hugged grandma. "No, it's OK."

"Don't cry, it's not good for your health," grandfather came down from the terrace and patted junior one on the shoulder. "You miss you these two days."

"You're not going to school?" Grandma wiped her tears.

"Asked for a few days off," the first day of junior high school said, "the final exam, and then go back."

"You see, it's delayed the children's schooling." Grandma said.

"No, delay," said junior one, "I don't want to go either."

"Don't cry," he said, patting his grandmother. "Go and get some food for the children."

"Well, I'll go now." Grandma went into the kitchen while wiping her tears.

"Have you heard from your father over there?" Grandfather took junior one to one side and asked in a low voice.

The first day of junior high school shakes his head. My grandfather is in good health. He can easily take care of some flowers and vegetables on the terrace. This time, he looks old.

Junior one frowned and was dissatisfied with his father.

For so many days, he has been worried and afraid of what happened to his father, constantly guessing about the responsibilities of his father in this incident, hoping that he can come back.

Until now, seeing his grandparents in pain and haggard, he suddenly became angry.

Anger at Dad.

It's killing people! You have to bear what you do!

What kind of man is such a run!

In the past days, grandparents here is the first day of quiet haven.

Grandma was busy in the kitchen, making delicious food for him. He sat on the small stool on the terrace and watched his grandfather wait on the flowers. From time to time, he helped pour some water and move a flowerpot.

Never bored, especially quiet.

And this time, it's just suffering.

The grandmother who is holding back tears, the grandfather who is sitting on the terrace in a daze.

Every minute is heartache and anger.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if dad didn't come back.

The day before the final exam, I went home.

Before leaving, my grandfather gave him some money, which has always been a habit.

"I don't think your mother and your grandmother can take care of you any more. There's such a big problem at home," said my grandfather. "Take care of yourself and your mother. No matter what, you have to take responsibility. Don't be like your father."

"Well." I nodded at first.

Sitting on the bus home, his whole brain was spinning.

What Dad did is not the most important thing.

His head is full of roars. Where's dad! Where can he go!

The road home was very difficult. When he turned into the intersection, he didn't know whether it was an illusion or real. He could feel all kinds of eyes.

Many small shops on both sides of the road are owned by their neighbors. Thanks to grandma, almost everyone knows their family and knows him.

He didn't dare to look aside, for fear that he would look at someone with inquiry, ridicule or disgust.

Even when passing by Yan Hang's house, he didn't dare to go there.

When he came to the buffet, he was relieved and was almost home. Although it was the same at home, at least he was used to it.

"On the first day of junior high school," the shopkeeper sat at the door, blowing with a small electric fan in his hand, "where are you

The first day of junior high school didn't answer. I bowed my head and walked forward.

"The boy Liang Bing came back, and the police called him to ask. It seems that there is nothing wrong with him," the boss said. "Does your father really have a problem?"

Junior one looks at the boss.

The boss wanted to say something else, but he didn't say anything with his mouth open.

Back home at the door to change shoes, junior one side of the head to see the mirror next to himself.

I was startled.

Gloomy face, twisted eyebrows, some red eyes.

The boss must have been scared by him just now, so he didn't go on.

Grandma and mom were not at home, only grandpa was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he came into the house, he said: "Liang Bing was found by the police after hiding for a few days. I heard that he didn't ask anything. It doesn't have much to do with him. He just ran errands for nading. Look at your father..."

The first day of junior high school didn't make a sound, put on the shoes, turned around and went out of the door.

He really didn't understand his grandfather's mentality. Apart from not being able to speak, he didn't seem to have any normal feelings. At this time, when he came home, he could still hear the same comments and conjectures as outsiders, which made him unbearable.

There was no place to go out of the door. Now it was still light. He did not dare to go to Yan hang, nor did he dare to walk around, for fear of hearing something that would make him breathless.

He went to the river.

He came here when he grew up and had nowhere to go.

Talk to the tree hole for a while, and then daze at the river beach.Or grinding stones to kill time.

"I want to be able to be super and have more abilities, OK," Chuyi said softly, buttoning his face on the tree hole. "I can find my father, ask him, ask him, what is the reason for this

"I'm afraid that ye and grandma will hold on, but they can't hold on..." He frowned. "I want to find my dad."

"I want to find my dad." The first day of junior high school, I gritted my teeth and repeated it again.

Actually speaking very fluently, it must be because I am too determined.

On the first day of junior high school, I touched the tree hole, went to the railing of the riverside and sat down.

Liang Bing was called by the police to ask questions, which showed that he knew more or less, but he wasn't at the scene when it happened, so he's ok now.

How much does Liang Bing know when he stares at the river?

Do you know the relationship between Lao Ding, dad and uncle Yan? Did he leave in such a hurry that day have anything to do with it?

At the beginning of the new year, I held the steel bar in my pocket.

If you want to find out what happened to Dad, the only person he can think of now is Liang Bing.

Yes.

Only Liang Bing.

On the first day of junior high school, I jumped off the railing, turned around and swam up the river.

He knew where Liang Bing might be. One of Liang Bing's younger brothers opened a garage. He didn't see any business at ordinary times. It was almost his gathering place. Several gangsters squatted inside and scared away business.

He used to walk around when he saw Liang Bing, but today he walked directly to the garage without hesitation.

There was a large open space at the door, with two uncoupled motorcycles.

Liang Bing wasn't there, only his three younger brothers were sitting at the door.

Seeing the first day of junior high school, they were a little surprised, but they didn't move.

Before the first day of junior high school, I stood under the tree beside the sidewalk and looked at them.

Liang Bing will not stay alone as long as he comes back. He will definitely come here to join his younger brothers.

"Come to fight?" A little brother called at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

The first day of junior high school didn't make a sound, still standing quietly.

"Your father killed people, but you didn't kill them," another younger brother said. "How much courage did Liang Jingru give you?"

Junior one is silent.

He always thought that he would not change. He shrank in the corner silently until the day he left.

He never thought he would be so angry.

After the river bumped into Liang Bing that day, he had an uncontrollable impulse to do whatever he wanted for the second time.

But Liang Bing hasn't appeared yet. He must bear it.

Maybe something serious happened, maybe Liang Bing was called by the police to ask questions, so that they were restrained. The three younger brothers didn't seem to have the intention to do it. They just sat there smoking and mocking him.

Until Liang Bing's motorcycle came, they stood up together and pointed under the tree.

When Liang Bing turned his head, he scolded my mother.

I didn't hear it, but I could see the shape of my mouth.

He went over.

"Sick?" Liang Bing looked at him, "you two are not finished, are you?"

The first day of junior high school didn't understand Liang Bing's meaning. Who two? It's not over?

But he did not intend to understand, he looked at Liang Bing: "how, what's the matter."

"What the hell is going on!" Liang Bing said, "I'll give you ten seconds. Don't blame me for being rude if you don't get out of here!"

"Lao Ding," said the first day of junior high school, "what's the matter?"

"Ask the police!" Liang Bing roared, "who the hell are you? If you ask me, I have to tell you? Your father killed a man, and you're still in the limelight? "

Your father killed people.

I've heard such words for countless times these days.

Your father and homicide, two words that are impossible to intersect in this life, are combined together. The heavy pressure on his nerves has stretched to the extreme.

Liang Bing's combination accurately ignited his anger.

He didn't want to rush over and hit Liang Bing in the stomach.

Liang Bing estimated that he never thought that he would make such a move. He didn't even hide. He took the punch and turned white in an instant.

This fist was taught by Uncle Yan. It was not only the strength of the fist, but also the strength of the waist, back and shoulder. When the fist passed, it was even hurt by the button on Liang Bing's shirt.

"Damn it A little brother responded and slapped his head in the face of junior one.

Junior one raised his arm, this move is not taught by Uncle Yan, this is his many years of experience.

After blocking this slap, he swung another punch at Liang Bing's belly.

Liang Bing's spirit didn't come up, so he stepped back and sat down on the ground.

The first day of junior high school jumped on him, grabbed his collar and pressed it on the ground,.

One punch hit him in the face again."Pull him away!" Liang Bing finally roared, struggling to pull out the arm pressed by the first knee of junior high school.

"I ask you!" The first day of junior high school, with hoarseness in his voice, hit him with another fist

Liang Bing's nosebleed was smashed out.

Several younger brothers rushed up and grabbed junior one's arm, trying to pull him away from Liang Bing.

For the first time, he found that he had so much strength when he was angry. He threw away his hand holding his arm and punched Liang Bing on the nose.

The spatter of nosebleed depressed him for more than half a month. No, it was the anger that had been suppressed for more than ten years.

After he smashed Liang Bing's face twice, he was finally kicked to the side by a little brother who flew to his head.

Liang Bing was pulled up from the ground by one of his younger brothers. The other two brothers rushed over and started kicking at the first day of junior high school.

On the back, on the shoulder, on the arm.

But the first day of junior high school didn't feel the pain, and he didn't hide the feet kicked by the two little brothers. Instead, he got up and jumped at Liang Bing again, and grabbed Liang Bing's wrist.

"It's OK to twist it upward," Uncle Yan said, "but you're short, and you don't have enough upward strength. You have to twist his wrist and press it down. He immediately has to kneel down on one knee and sing for you. It's not a crime for a man to cry."

He grabbed Liang Bing's wrist, twisted it back and pressed it down.

Liang Bing shouts, his body follows his strength and kneels to the ground with one leg.

A few younger brothers came to kick the first few feet of junior high school. Seeing that junior high school didn't let go, they had to come up and hold him back.

But the first day of junior high school still twisted Liang Bing's wrist. With this pull, Liang Bing suddenly howled.

The boys let go again.

On the first day of junior high school, Liang Bing was forced to the ground. Liang Bing's face rushed down and he pushed him to the ground. Then he pulled Liang Bing's twisted arm up.

Liang Bing's voice was lost in pain.

"He said," Chuyi grabbed his hair and pulled his head up from the ground. "Lao Ding!"

A younger brother picked up a large wrench and hit the shoulder of junior one. This time, he finally felt the pain.

In order to avoid stuttering and wasting time, I chose the shortest way to ask questions.

"Go away!" Liang Bing bit his teeth and scolded.

The first day of junior high school, he hit his head on the ground.

This move is learned by Yan hang.

Liang Bing's nosebleed suddenly opened a small flower on the ground.

"Just let me see Yan at home and let him know, and then go to the intersection to stop him from going there!" Liang Bing finally couldn't carry it and opened his mouth, "I'm not blocked! He didn't go this way! "

"Really." First day of junior high school.

"That's what I told the police!" Liang Bing roared, "ask the police! Ask Yan hang to go

The first day of junior high school, the younger brother behind him rushed up and began to kick like crazy.

Next to the shop to watch the excitement of a few uncles at this time ran over, shouting a few voices, the people to open.

Liang Bing wiped the blood all over his face, staring at the first day of junior high school.

"I don't see it," someone whispered. "This kid used to be bullied all day."

"if you're in a hurry," another said, "if you're in a hurry, you can still kill people."

The first day of junior high school turned his head and looked aside. There were many onlookers, but he didn't find anyone to talk to.

But the voice of discussion is gone.

He threw away the man who was holding him, patted the soil on his body, looked at Liang Bing, and turned to walk towards the river.

When passing by the onlookers, someone gave way.

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't look back or look around again. Staring at the ground, he went straight ahead until he reached the place where there was no one by the river. Then he stopped.

There was a blank in my mind.

My ears are buzzing.

He couldn't recall Liang Bing's words completely.

The whole person is hoodwinked.

It took a long time for him to recover from the severe pain in his whole body.

Shoulder pain, arm pain, head pain, back pain, leg pain.

He moved his arms and legs, both moving.

At this time, he slowly repeated Liang Bing's words, and suddenly reflected that Liang Bing said "you two" and asked him to ask what Yan hang meant.

Yan hang has already found Liang Bing!

Maybe I beat it up.

I was beaten twice as soon as I came back As a earthworm, it's a shame.

The first day of junior high school is suddenly a little excited, and also a little excited.

He turned and wanted to run to Yan Hang's home, but hesitated for a moment and took out his mobile phone first.

The screen is cracked.

He frowned and tried it, but it still worked, but it was a bit crazy. Before he poked it in, the software on the screen opened several of them.His hand is also shaking. I don't know if he was too strong just now or was injured. He was defeated in the battle of hand speed with mobile phone.

It was too difficult for him to send a message. He could only click Yan Hang's phone and dial before his mobile phone bounced back to the desktop.

Seeing the dialing on the screen, he was relieved and put his mobile phone to his ear.

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off."

At the beginning, I was stunned. I took my mobile phone to my eyes and made sure that I dialed Yan Hang's number.

It's off?

The first day of junior high school, standing in the same place, slowed down for more than ten seconds, then ran to Yan Hang's house.

It's not a great thing to turn off a mobile phone. It will turn off when there is no power.

But when Yan hang was in such a bad state a few days ago, he didn't forget to charge his mobile phone. He could order takeout and play games. Now how could he suddenly turn off?

There is some kind of hunch in the heart of junior one.

But he didn't dare to think about it.

Just keep running.

He ran to the door of Yan Hang's house until he saw the open door. His legs softened, he staggered two steps and stopped.

"To whom?" A elder sister came out of the room and saw him in a daze. "This family has moved away."

The first day of junior high school looked at the elder sister, panting all the time, unable to speak.

It's as if I'll faint from suffocation in the next second.