A Lucky Coin

Early in the morning, when the family were still asleep, he got up and took his money bag out of the door.

The money bag is a bag, which contains a little money he saved. However, after the experience of mom robbing students and normal expenses, the money saved here is really very little.

He took out all the money in the corridor and counted it. There were less than 30 yuan, which was enough for him who had no expenses.

But if it's enough to have a haircut, he's not sure.

After all, he hasn't been to the barber shop since he was so old.

When I was a child, my father directly used a push to shave his head. After school, he didn't shave his head, but he just took a pair of scissors around his head. After the third grade, my father was very busy when he came to this company to drive. No one cared about his hair any more. Maybe my grandma and mom had long hair, and my grandfather was bald, so I didn't know there was a haircut program.

From then on to now, I always cut my hair in front of the mirror, and I don't have a design. I take it as the standard not to cover my eyes or tie my neck. Anyway, no one usually looks at him.

I watch it every day. Yan hang said.

Chuyi sighed, regretting that he didn't get a haircut earlier. Yan hang didn't even see what he looked like after his haircut.

But it doesn't matter. He plans to take a few pictures of himself after finishing, and then show them to Yan hang when he has a chance.

…… Is there a chance?

On the first day of junior high school, while walking down the street, he was thinking about what kind of haircut he wanted. Yan hang said, don't be too short. If it's too short, you have to fix it.

Let's make it a little longer.

In fact, he didn't have any idea of hairstyle in his mind, no matter how long it was.

However, after standing in front of two barber shops for a while, he found that compared with hairstyles, price was the most inconceivable thing for him.

Cut a head for 68 yuan!

The one with 48 is cheap!

Robbing money!

With pure gold scissors!

Are you ready to become an immortal!

Although at first he thought that the barber shop on the street and commercial square might have a higher level, he finally found an ordinary barber shop on the remote street.

At first glance, there are no hairdressers who come back from Hong Kong, and the hairdressers are not the shops named Tony and Kevin.

25 bucks.

Against the previous 48 and 68, this 25 looks very sweet.

Yes, that's it.

"Is shampoo a haircut?" A young lady asked him.

“…… Cut The first day of junior high school.

"Then wash it first." Said the young lady.

I feel a little confused on the first day of junior high school. What's the significance of the previous question?

The little sister is very cool. She doesn't say a word when she washes her hair. She grabs him back and forth and only asks three questions.

"How about strength?"

I didn't hear it clearly. So there was no answer.

"Is it hot?"

The first day of junior high school is still not clear.

"Still catching it?"

The first day of junior high school I felt that I was probably the first time to enter the barber shop in my life. I was a little nervous and lost my hearing.

Finally, when his little sister handed him over to the hairdresser, he suddenly reflected what she was asking, but it was a pity that the question had exceeded the time limit.

The hairdresser's name is a Chao.

A Chao also did not say a word, picked up the scissors, picked up his hair and snapped a knife.

The first day of junior high school, I felt that my eyes were scared out of the beautiful pupil. I quickly said, "don't, it's too short."

"Well." Ah Chao took a look in the mirror and continued to take the knife off with a very cold hand.

The first day of junior high school is too lazy to talk about it. It's hard to talk about it. No matter how ugly it is, it won't be uglier than what I cut.

…… I don't know if Yan hang will design his hairstyle when he is here?

Yan hang may help him design a nice hairstyle.

Yan Hang's hairstyle is pretty good. Yan Hang's clothes are pretty good. Although they all seem to be super casual sports and leisure, Yan hang can dress very well. Yan hang also uses perfume, a very beautiful person.

The first time I think about it, I want to laugh for no reason. After a while, I feel that I can't laugh any more.

I feel bored.

Yan Hang is gone.

All his imaginations about this summer vacation with Yan hang have come to nothing.

I thought that even if Yan hang would leave, it would be after the summer vacation.

The first day of junior high school is staring at the scissors in the mirror.

"All right." A Chao cut, pushed, cut and blew on his head and took the piece of cloth that had been around his neck.

Junior one quickly stood up and looked at his head in the mirror.

Very Handsome.

It's not too short. There's a bit of bangs on the forehead. It's much better than the dog nibbling style he cut himself. It looks very energetic, and it's not the mushroom head he can't stand most. Nine and a half of the ten boys in the vocational school over there are mushroom heads. They feel uncomfortable every time they see them.He wrote down a Chao's name and planned to look for this person again next time.

When he walked out of the barber shop, the wind came, and he felt that his whole body was lighter. For such a long time, he was too heavy to lift his head every day.

Although there were only three yuan left in his pocket, he was now walking with a jump. Half way through, he felt that someone was looking at him, so he bowed his head in embarrassment.

There was no one by the river, but there was a boat in the river. Several workers were cleaning up the mud and garbage along the river. The area where Yan hang and he were looking for pens had been cleaned up, and the river was shining in the sun.

Junior one stood there for a while and took out his cell phone.

After a few days' rest, the mobile phone stopped jumping by itself, but it was too slow to communicate with others. He bared his teeth several times and tried to take a picture of himself, but failed.

Finally, the phone went black. He tried to press the power on button repeatedly. He felt that he was doing cardiopulmonary resuscitation for the phone.

But until he got home, his cell phone didn't wake up.

The atmosphere at home is still very depressing. It's even harder when Dad disappears.

In fact, grandma and grandfather are in good condition. Grandma smokes and watches TV, while grandpa goes out to play chess. By the way, he talks to a group of old men about his son-in-law's murder.

It's mainly mom.

Before the accident, she had been looking for a job. After the accident, her job search was gone. She sat at home every day in a daze.

On the first day of junior high school, my mother glanced at him.

He was suddenly a little nervous.

At this time, he spent 25 yuan to get a haircut, which is very easy to cause anger.

"Yo, haircut," my mother said with a sneer, "it's a lot of money."

The first day of junior high school didn't speak. I sat down at a small desk.

"I'm a loser with his father," grandma said, "for you to eat, for you to drink, and for you to go to school. It's such a big event in the family, and it's pretty cool."

On the first day of junior high school, I didn't listen to grandma and mother's words any more. I opened the small book and stared at the words I wrote yesterday.

After a while, he turned his head: "I don't want to go to Pugao, Shangpu."

Mother was stunned, and grandma didn't seem to react. She was holding a melon seed and staring at him.

"No, I'm not going to university. I'm going to study." Junior one said.

"It's a long way to go. Can you pass the exam?" Grandma recovered and continued to knock melon seeds.

My mother jumped up and rushed to the desk.

The first day of junior high school quickly fell on the table and hugged his head.

Mother's eight trigrams serial palm fell on him with eight times speed, crackling almost can't hear is slapping.

The first day of junior high school.

His mother fanned him on his head, shoulder, back and arm. When she finally stopped, she said, "what did you say?"

"I'm not going to take the exam, either," he said

My mother probably ran out of strength, turned back to the sofa and sat down.

Chu got up straight, leaned on the chair and continued to stare at the book.

There's only the sound of the TV at home.

I don't know how long it took. On the first day of junior high school, I opened the drawer, took out his mobile phone hidden in the drawer and went to my mother.

Mom's eyes widened when she saw the mobile phone in his hand.

"Change with you," the first day of junior high school said, "here you are, give it to me, you use this."

"Where did you come from?" Asked the mother.

The first day of junior high school is quiet.

"Er Ping gave it to him!" Grandma threw the melon seed shell, "who else can there be?"

"Throw it away!" Mom's coming for it.

The first day of junior high school quickly returned: "my mobile phone is broken, it's broken."

My mother stared at him, her face as gloomy as a typhoon red warning.

"If you don't use me, you use it." Junior one said.

Mom's still staring at him.

After waiting for a while, he turned back to his desk, took out his old mobile phone, pulled out the card, put it into the new mobile phone, and then turned it on.

After seeing the desktop, he put the mobile phone back in his pocket and stuffed the old one into the drawer. After all, his father gave it to him.

He was reluctant to throw it away.

There was still silence in the room. On the first day of junior high school, I didn't go out to find a place to take a self portrait.

From saying that he didn't want to go to Pugao to taking out his mobile phone, he has basically used up all his courage. Now he has no other emotions except nervousness and uneasiness.

The whole person seems to have collapsed.

He fell on the table and closed his eyes.

In the afternoon, when my grandfather came back from playing chess outside, there was a sound at home.

"Have you cooked yet? I'm starving. " My grandfather said.

"Then starve to death." Mom said.

"Have you taken the medicine?" My grandfather said, "as for this matter, one by one, it's like dying. It's a big deal to remarry. There's only one man in the world?""Why don't you die?" Grandma said.

"It's early!" My grandfather said.

On the first day of junior high school, I got up, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took some meat and vegetables, and a big bag of steamed bread.

He steamed the steamed bread and waved Yan Hang's hand before his eyes as he cut the meat.

Fingers look slender and powerful. It's like dancing when processing food. Every little action can make people stare at it and want to play it repeatedly.

He sighed softly.

Suddenly I miss Yan hang very much. I don't know why.

He didn't even miss his father very much. He was more angry and worried about his father.

But he wanted Yan hang.

Most of the time, he would subconsciously think of Yan hang and want to stay with him. Yan Hang's casual words can make him relax.

Although he didn't have Yan hang, that's how he lived.

But Yan hang appeared and disappeared, and everything changed. What he could bear, what he could carry and what he could never think about any more became sharp.

Having and losing is what he fears most.

He doesn't know if he is too selfish. He wants to find Yan hang more than he wants to find his father.

After cooking two dishes casually for dinner, the whole family finished in silence and went out on the first day of junior high school.

He knows his mother. After his mother beat him, she didn't talk to him again. This state may last for a long time. It's not impossible for a few days, a few months, a year or two.

He sighed softly.

I still experience too few things. I don't know that once some changes happen, it will be a chain reaction. The waves aroused are much bigger than I imagined. Any wave can cover him. Only

One meter five eight?

My height.

Junior one stands on the measuring instrument of the boxing hall, looking at the numbers above.

Sad, grade one!

Isn't it a little too far away from two meters!

"Alone today?" Someone asked behind him, "your uncle didn't come with you?"

The first day of junior high school quickly blocked the number with his hand, then turned his head and saw that it was a coach in the boxing hall. He had a good chat with Uncle Yan before.

Uncle Yan is a wonderful person. It seems that he can talk to anyone if he wants to.

"Well," the first day of junior high school answered, "it's all me and myself."

"Well," the coach said with a smile, "then you can..."

The first day of junior high school knows the coach's meaning, and the boxing center can ask the coach to have a class alone.

But.

"I have no money." He answered truthfully.

"Hey," the coach laughed, "it's OK, then you can do it yourself. If you don't understand, you can ask us."

"Thank you." He smiles.

Uncle Yan didn't teach him for a long time, but he taught him some basic things and also told him the general direction of practice. He just had to practice according to these.

"It's not that you have to become a boxer," Uncle Yan said. "After a long time, the reaction speed and strength of this thing will be improved. When you fight with people, you can certainly take advantage of it. Look how fast Yan Hang's reaction is, and he can grow up."

Junior one in front of sandbags, son very seriously recalled what uncle Yan said, every sentence to do.

When he punched on the sandbag, he had a happy feeling that he had never felt before.

Although there are still injuries on the body, I can't feel the pain when I pull my muscles, only the "bang" when I sweat and breathe.

The middle coach came over twice, maybe it was too happy, and the posture deviated. The coach came to correct the angle of his fist.

An hour later, the first day of junior high school stopped by sandbag.

Look at the two people who are practicing next to each other.

That's it. Compared with Yan hang, it's almost the same.

"Just clean and tidy up at night. You can ask if it's OK. The old aunt said that she would take cooking and grandchildren at night." a little sister in a martial arts uniform called and walked by him. "It's all like this. It's very hard to find at night..."

The first day of junior high school, I turned my head and moved my heart.

Looking at the girl has been to the front desk, after the phone, he went to wash a face, and then summoned up the courage to walk past.

"Hello," he whispered, "I want to ask, ask."

"What's the matter?" The little sister looked at him.

"Are you, are you looking for someone to fight and sweep at night?" First day of junior high school.

"Yes," said the young lady, "from 7:00 to 10:30, it's mainly about sweeping the floor and mopping the floor, as well as the sanitation in the dressing room and shower room. Do you want someone to introduce you?"

"I," the first day of junior high school, some bottomless, whispered, "can I?"

"You?" The young lady was stunned. She turned to look at an older girl next to him, and then looked at him, "do you want to work in summer?"

"Well." Just a little bit.Little sister probably has not encountered such a situation, some confused: "but we did not recruit summer jobs here, and recruit are laid-off aunts..."

"What's the matter?" The coach came up and asked.

"Oh, we're not going to recruit aunts to clean at night," the little sister pointed to the first day of junior high school. "This little boy wants to come."

The coach looked at the first day of junior high school in surprise: "aren't you here to fight?"

"No, delay." I'm a little nervous on the first day of junior high school.

He is not as confident as Yan hang. He has seen everything in the world. He also has fluent English bonus. He can easily find a job with Yan Jidao's ID card when he goes out. He has no such ability.

"Ah, are you..." The older girl suddenly looked at him and said, "is your father I'm in front of my house... "

On the first day of junior high school, the whole person suddenly sank. The martial arts center was four stops away from home. He didn't expect to meet the people who lived there.

"What?" The coach looked at her.

"Just a moment ago, our family is not Killing people... " The girl hesitated.

"I..." The first day of junior high school turned around and went to the door, "forget it."

"It's very tiring to work at night. The shower has to wait for people to wash before they can go in and clean. It may be very late," the coach said behind him. "Can you do it?"

Junior one suddenly turned his head: "OK."

"Check him in," the coach said to his sister. "No one was recruited anyway."

"All right." The young lady nodded.

Junior one looked at the coach: "really?"

"This is our boss," said the young lady. "If he says yes, he will."

Yan hang elected the last group of barbells, sat up and watched Cui Yi play parallel bars on the equipment nearby.

"That doctor," Cui Yi said as he pushed up, "has he been chatting for nearly two months? How do you feel? "

"Are you showing that you can still talk without breathing?" Yan hang said.

"Answer the question." Cui Yi jumps down and sits next to him.

"It's OK," said Yan hang. "I've been adjusting according to the doctor's advice, and I've been taking all the medicine."

"Well, you can't go to work until she says you can go to work," Cui Yi said. "I've already agreed with you at the hotel. You can go any time."

"Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Yan hang asked.

"How many scores can a waiter put forward," Cui Yi said with a smile, "one more than you, one less than you, you just listen to me."

"Well." Yan hang lay on the supine board, ready to practice for a while.

In fact, he used to run most of the time. He would only play when his father took him to the gym. Now he comes with Cui Yi three times a week. I don't know whether it's because of boredom or because I miss my father.

"I'll get the library card for you," Cui Yi said. "Go when you want to read."

"Thank you," Yan said, "really."

"I don't know what to say when I'm so polite." Cui Yi laughed.

Yan hang smiles and doesn't speak any more.

Out of the gym, Cui Yi couldn't help but pull him to eat kebabs.

"After that, I'll have a meal in the sea," Yan said as he ate. "What's the meaning of those two hours before?"

"Mainly psychological satisfaction." Cui Yi said.

After eating, he came out of the shop and waited for Cui Yi to drive. Yan hang stretched himself.

I'm a little tired, but I'm in a good mood.

Coming out of the darkness again, he had some emotion.

Looking back at the sign of kebab shop, I suddenly thought of the first day of junior high school.

After running, they come home with a big bag of barbecue for supper The first day of junior high school is quite delicious.

He smiles, takes out his cell phone and takes a picture of the sign of the barbecue.

After thinking about it for a long time, I only posted it on Weibo and didn't read the comments.

In fact, he was afraid to see the contents of "missing persons return", even the tone of joke would make him feel disappointed.

It will make him think of the first day of junior high school.

Summer vacation is almost over. What are you doing on the first day of junior high school?

Is Liang Bing still bothering him?

Will the students talk about it?

What's the situation at home?

When I got home on the first day of junior high school, it was quiet as usual. Now I come back late every day, and my family all sleep. It's very good.

He took a bath, sat down at his desk and opened the little book.

It had been written in a mess for several pages, and he turned it slowly. Some of them didn't know what they wanted to express, but some of them still remembered their mood at that time.

-A working junior one

- the female shower is much cleaner than the male shower

- the shoulders are sore-Leg pain, insufficient side kick strength

- Yan hang Yan hang Yan hang

- soon to be rich

- 166.5????? The first day of junior high school????

-School is about to start, homework has not been written, homework has not been written

- Yan hang, Yan hang, Yan Yan several

- today I found a spotted stone

- there is a hornet's nest above the tree hole!!!

I don't know when this wasp nest grew up. He didn't see it last week. Yesterday, when he went there, he was overheard by wasps.

He sighed and took out his pen.

-Yesterday, he dreamt of Yan hang

after writing this sentence, he put down his pen, got down on the desk and took out his mobile phone.

After two random points, I wanted to point out a game to play, but when I saw it clearly, I found that I was opening a circle of friends.

Yan Hang is still silent.

In the dialog box are still photos of my new hairstyle that I sent last month.

He took a selfie for two hours, and finally picked out one when his mobile phone was out of power.

After sending it to Yan hang, he waited for a long time and kept opening wechat for fear that he didn't hear the prompt, but Yan hang never responded.

The only thing that can make him feel relieved is that Yan hang didn't blackmail him or delete him.

After staring at Yan Hang's name for a while, he opened his microblog again.

The system also forced to add a few concerns to the new year's day, and he stubbornly deleted them one by one, leaving only Xingtian's younger brother.

Just as he wanted to quit, he glanced at Xing Tian's name.

Then he grabbed his cell phone and stood up abruptly.

The heart beat violently. If it wasn't for the lack of throat, the heart would jump to the top of the sky, and the Qi would not turn over.

The latest content under Xingtian's name has changed!

Xingtian updated his microblog!

When the name of Xing Tian was called, the hands of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of.

There is no WiFi at home, and the traffic signal is not very good. After entering Xingtian's microblog, it is blank, and the content can't be transferred.

He ran to the kitchen with his mobile phone, climbed to the desk and leaned half of his body out of the window before the content was finally loaded.

Not a word.

But just one picture, he almost wanted to roar.

The photo is a sign of a barbecue shop with four words on it, Xiao Li barbecue.

Xiao Li! Barbecue!

Trembling, he enlarged the picture and looked at it centimeter by centimeter, trying to find something related to Yan hang.

But there was no harvest.

The photo is very clear, but it's just a signboard. If you want to take a picture of a window, you may find Yan Hang's shadow on the glass. It's just a signboard.

He squatted on the desk and looked back and forth at the picture several times.

The photo was sent last week. He was a little depressed on the first day of junior high school. For several days, he actually saw it!

There are hundreds of comments below!

Ladies and sisters are so free!

At first, I made comments and looked at them one by one carefully.

Seeing the last one from the first one, he didn't find out who knew where it was.

Xiao Li barbecue.

Even if there is more than one store in every city, even if it is called Xiaochu barbecue