A Lucky Coin

Today, the guests left early. After cleaning, they went home half an hour earlier than usual.

There is no one in the hall outside. There is only the front desk waiting for the door to be locked. The little sister is still sitting at the door, making a phone call with a smile on her face.

It's probably a fight with my boyfriend. I'm very shy.

The little girl is very shy when she falls in love. She found it on the first day of junior high school.

The girl students at the front desk just laughed at Li Zihao.

The first day of junior high school is amazing. Last semester, they had a quarrel. After a summer vacation, it's easy to get on. After that, it's been half a month. Now they go out of school hand in hand.

Li Zihao didn't even care to study the history of the puppet gangsters.

The first day of junior high school sighed, the future is wasted.

But now, even if Li Zihao and his gang want to study, they will not look for him again. They beat Liang Bing with blood once or twice in the first year. Now they know all about the school, and there are even some divergences.

His life is much better now than before. Everyone is far away from him.

The former loneliness is that he is hiding, but now loneliness is that others are hiding. There is a big difference between the two tastes.

Dad is a fugitive. This hat is on his head. Even if the case is solved one day, even if dad is innocent, it's hard to remove it. After all, the police won't beat the gong and drum to announce the result here. At most, it's mentioned in the newspaper and TV. If you see it, it's still the same.

Under his father's aura, the fight against Liang Bing in the first day of junior high school has been magnified infinitely. If Liang Bing hadn't been hanging around all day, everyone would have believed that Liang Bing had been killed by him.

The first day of junior high school, sitting on the edge of the boxing table, after a while of stupidity, I found that I was off topic.

Love.

After the beginning of junior high school, many people fall in love. They don't know what it's like to fall in love. One by one, they are eager to give up. They are all three pairs of children when they are invited by the teacher. They are still eager to try one after another.

He didn't think about these things before, and it's meaningless to think about them. He was not as tall as a girl before, and he was still stuttering So now he can only rely on speculation, probably people will be lonely, lonely to a certain extent, will want to find someone to stay together.

For example, he just wants to stay with Yan hang and not talk Oh, I'm thinking about falling in love now. It has nothing to do with Yan hang

However, if Yan Hang is here all the time, he doesn't need to think about falling in love.

But Yan hang stood up on the first day of junior high school, straightened out the crooked cushion on the ground, and began to punch at the sandbag. Yan Hang is so handsome and natural. You can see from his fans that it's too easy for Yan hang to fall in love. Maybe he's talked about it before.

No, no, no, Yan hang said that he had never received a gift. If this kind of handsome guy had a girlfriend, how could he not have received a gift.

Chuichi laughs and punches at sandbags.

Uncle Yan is right. These exercises seem boring, but they really work. Now he can feel the improvement of his speed when he punches. When he kicks on the sandbag, he can obviously feel the strength.

As for the long one, he didn't know if it was useful or not. Was it time or did he practice I'm really not sure. After a summer vacation, all the boys in the class came back to school as if they had been rolled out. Li Zihao was like a sea pole. He went straight to 1.9 meters and became the tallest one in the class.

Although he has stretched a lot, he is still in the short one.

But for an aunt who hasn't seen him for three or four months, it's amazing that he's a little taller than in summer vacation.

At noon after school, my aunt said she would take him to dinner. The car stopped on the opposite side of the school road. He went all the way to the car. My aunt didn't see him and opened the door. She was scared: "Ouch! Who's the big boy? "

"Robbery." Chuichi poked her arm with her finger.

"My God," my aunt laughed and patted him on the face, "I haven't seen you for months. I can't recognize you at a glance! This big man is taller than me. "

"That's because you're too, too short." Junior one got on the bus and said with a smile.

"Yes, it's awesome," my aunt drove the car. "The dog can laugh at others for being short It's one meter seven, isn't it? "

"No amount," the first day of junior high school said, "big, general, sleeping at night, leg pain, my mother said long, too fast."

"Yes, your uncle is also at this moment, bone pain can't sleep," little aunt looked at him, "clothes are small, right? Can't you wear the school uniform? "

"Well." The first day of junior high school looked down. Now he was wearing his father's old clothes, and his father didn't buy clothes very much. He didn't know where he got his coat. The words on it were XX air conditioner.

The pants are very handsome. They are the sports pants Yan hang gave him before. Now it's cold, and they can be worn again. In fact, they are not willing to wear them out.

"After dinner, my aunt will take you to buy some clothes," she said. "If you want to have a look and a figure, it's not decent to wear work clothes.""I have, I have money," said junior one. Thinking about it, I'm a little proud. "I'm working."

"Really?" Little aunt a little surprised, "where?"

"A fist, a hall," the first day of junior high school pinched the trouser legs and rubbed them gently, "cleaning, there are more than one thousand."

It took a long time for my aunt to say, "the dog has grown up. It's really..."

"I'll treat you to dinner." I patted my pocket on the first day of junior high school.

He has been saving money for several months. Every month, the martial arts club pays his salary. He gives 800 to his mother and keeps 500 for himself. All of them are in the card.

Saving money is not for anything else. If he just wants to go to a vocational secondary school, his mother may be angry and no longer pay his tuition. He has to find a way to prepare for it.

If he doesn't follow his mother's request, he may have to rely on himself in the future.

And my mother's character, even if she asked to go, do not know when she will be angry.

Like Yan hang, it will be much safer to earn and spend by yourself.

My aunt didn't refuse his invitation. They went to have a small hot pot.

"Any news recently?" Aunt asked, "did the police look for you again?"

"No Junior one sighed.

"Well," she frowned, "your father is really But you don't have a burden. It's none of your business whether he does it or not, whatever he does. "

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

You are yourself first.

I don't know why, he thought of Uncle Yan's words.

Now he clearly understood the meaning of this sentence, but it was not easy to do so.

"Let's go," she said after a sip of tea. "Go shopping and buy clothes for you."

"Don't go to business, let's go to the market," Chuyi thought. "Go to the pedestrian street."

"Why?" The little aunt laughed, "do you want to save money for me? Let's go. There are also discount stores. Anyway, I'll buy you sportswear. There are several stores everywhere. "

It's a rare day to have a rest. Yan hang wanted to go back to sleep, but several colleagues pulled him out to play. He had already refused twice and could not find any reason.

If it was before, he would not even be able to find a reason, it might be ten days and a half months of friendship, there is no need.

But now it's different. No one will take him around any more. He will no longer have any free time here. He will have to learn to adapt to this kind of life.

Learn to know many colleagues, neighbors, learn to see familiar people every day, learn to walk in the street like an ordinary person.

It was the life he had been looking forward to.

But I don't know whether it's because he was always on the road in those years when he was most likely to have deep memories, or because he lost his father. Now when such a life really comes, he can't devote himself to it all the time.

After dinner, my colleagues said to find a place to play cards. When I passed by the clothing store, the two girls couldn't help entering the store.

He sat with another male colleague and watched them try on their clothes.

"Is it good?" A girl changed her clothes and came up to them.

"Good looking," nodded the male colleague, "especially white, and you are very white."

The girl smiles and looks at Yan hang again.

"White." Yan hang nodded.

These two are in the stage of secretly seeing off each other, so he doesn't plan to talk more about them.

However, when another girl named Zhang Chen came over, Yan hang felt embarrassed. Although he had never been in love and had no chance to feel the so-called "good feeling", he could still feel something.

"How's it going?" Zhang Chen forked his waist.

"If you step on it again," Yan hang stretched out his foot and hooked a small stool beside her, "you can speak lines with a knife."

"I drive this mountain," Zhang Chen stepped on the stool. "I occupy this stool. If you want to think about this road, you must praise me for my beauty."

Yan hang gave her a thumbs up: "beauty."

"Thank you." Zhang Chen said.

"It doesn't rhyme at all." The male colleague nearby said.

"I'll tell you, just your EQ," Zhang Chen sighed. As he walked to the mirror, he said, "you don't need gongdou drama. You don't need two episodes of brain disabled idol drama."

"It's a bad mouth." The male colleague sighed.

Yan hang laughed.

The two girls tried on their clothes for half an hour, but they didn't buy one.

In the shopping guide's complicated eyes, when he walked out of the store, Yan hang sighed: "is this a Xiaoshi movement?"

"Smart," Zhang Chen said with a loud finger, "it's still a spiritual comfort. Just now we've finished taking photos of ourselves in the fitting room. Some clothes don't need to be bought. Just take photos."

“…… Oh Yan hang smiles.

The next activity is playing cards.

They found a teahouse and started playing mahjong.Yan hang thinks it's boring. He'd rather go for a run or turn a few pages of books, even if he's in a daze.

But a few people's interest is still very high, he can only grit his teeth, not disappointed, while playing cards, while listening to them talking about the restaurant.

The restaurant Cui Yi introduced to him is a western restaurant in a five-star hotel, which can't be compared with the miscellaneous restaurants he worked in before.

Maybe Cui Yi boasted for him. During the interview, the foreman called him from the beginning to make an appointment in English. During the interview, he always spoke English like fighting. For the first time, he felt that the interview was really miserable.

Fortunately, he passed carefully and safely, and did not disgrace Cui Yi.

But after I went to work, I found that the English of other waiters might be enough to order.

Suddenly I feel very poor.

"Is sister Chen pregnant?" Zhang Chen said.

Sister Chen is their foreman, a very strict elder sister, but she is very beautiful. Yan hang likes to listen to her.

"It's like," said another girl, "it's almost time to quit? Her former foreman was pregnant and resigned

"I don't think so. She's a workaholic," Zhang Chen said. "I really think she can work until the moment before she enters the delivery room. I've never seen such a person."

"Someone has to replace her," said a male colleague with low EQ who can't survive three episodes in the brain disabled idol drama. "I don't know who it will be. I hope it won't be as fierce as her."

"He said Zhang Chen pointed to Yan hang.

Several people looked over together. Yan hang didn't look up, looking at the cards in his hand: "you can't point at me because I'm handsome."

A few people all laughed, low EQ said: "is, he why ah."

"Last week, when the new boss paid a private visit in micro clothes," Zhang Chen said, "without Yan hang, we would have to be criticized."

"It's not that exaggeration," low EQ said. "It's all kinds of fault finding. I also asked about the side dishes..."

"Then you didn't answer. You didn't understand what people said," Zhang Chen said, holding his chin. "At that time, I thought, ah, this little brother Yan is really handsome."

"You..." Yan hang played a card. Just as he wanted to speak, his mobile phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was Cui Yi. He picked up the phone.

"Playing outside?" Cui Yi asked.

"Well, with a few colleagues," Yan hang said, "how?"

When asked "how", he was a little nervous. Cui Yi usually didn't call him except to ask him to go to the gym.

The call came at a time when he was busy in the office. Yan Hang's mind was full of speculation that made him suffocate.

"Give me a call when you want to go back," Cui Yi said

"I'll go back now." Yan hang put down his card and stood up.

"Urgent?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

He nodded.

"Then you go quickly," Zhang Chen said, "and I'll take the money with you when I go to work tomorrow."

"You take it," Yan hang took his coat and laughed at several people. He quickly walked out and lowered his voice. "Is there any news from my father?"

"No," Cui Yi said, "don't be nervous."

"Oh." Yan hang answered and stood on the side of the road. He couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed when he heard this.

He wants to hear from his father, but he's afraid it's bad news.

During this period of time, he was basically normal, but he would still dream of his father and blood in the sleepless night, and then wake up in a cold sweat.

"Why don't I come to you," Cui Yi said. "Where are you?"

"The intersection opposite Wanda behind our hotel." Yan hang said.

"That's close. I'll be right there." Cui Yi then hung up.

Yan hang was a bit insecure. In order to appease himself, he went to the snack shop behind him and bought a box of marshmallows. He squatted on the steps of the road and ate them slowly.

After two bites, he felt that someone was looking at him.

When I turned my head, I saw a little boy in school uniform, about the appearance of grade two or three in primary school.

The clothes are a little dirty and the face is a little dirty.

Seeing him turn his head, the boy lowered his head in embarrassment.

He turned around and the boy looked up at him again.

He didn't know why he saw the shadow of grade one in such a child. He handed the marshmallow in his hand: "it's my treat."

The little boy looked at him and didn't move.

"I don't like the blue ones," Yan said. "You can help me."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, came to the box to have a look, took a blue one and put it in his mouth.

"Come here, squat." Yan hang waved.

The little boy came and squatted down beside him."Help me with the pink ones," Yan said. "I only eat the white ones."

"Good." The boy nodded.

Two people so squat on the steps, slowly eating cotton candy.

After a little while, Cui Yi's car came, and Yan hang put the box in the little boy's hand: "thank you for accompanying me."

The little boy probably didn't understand, holding the box and looking at him.

"I have to go," Yan hang got up and scratched his head. "It's all yours."

"Thank you, brother." Said the little boy.

Yan hang smiles and runs to Cui Yi's car.

"The police contacted me." Cui Yi said as he drove forward.

"Contact you?" Yan hang was stunned.

"It's not this case," Cui Yi said. "It's It used to be

Yan hang looks at him.

"Did your father tell you?" Cui Yi looked at him, "just your mother..."

"Said a little," said Yan hang, "he is not Is that why the old Ding found it? Is it Lao Ding? "

"Well," Cui Yi pressed the cigarette lighter, "but he's not the only one."

Yan hang stares at the cigarette lighter and shakes his hand slightly.

"The other one may have some clues," Cui Yi felt out the cigarette and threw it on his lap. "I'm not sure about the specific situation, though it should be ok But you still need to be safe. "

"What do you mean?" Yan hang lit a cigarette.

"If your father is still alive," Cui Yi frowned, "he must keep chasing, who knows, or your father won't let me pick you up."

Xiao Li barbecue.

Junior one with a mobile phone, write these four words in the search bar.

He didn't know how many times he had searched, but he still didn't give up. The boxing hall has WiFi, and the network speed is much faster than his traffic. He usually searches when he is tired of practice and has a rest.

Yan Hang's cooking is delicious, and his mouth is better than most people's. The barbecue he would like to eat should taste good. Such a store may be mentioned in places similar to local forums.

Although looking for a needle in a haystack, I still want to try.

Anyway, there is no other way.

In addition to this search, he also went to all kinds of food review software to find, he did not know why he had to find Yan hang.

Yan Hang still keeps his wechat, but he hasn't contacted him. It's very likely that Yan hang doesn't want to contact him again. Even if he finds out which city Yan Hang is in, he can't do anything.

But I still want to find it, even if I can't do anything.

At least look at the weather forecast.

As for why Yan hang left without saying goodbye, why he refused to contact him again.

He didn't even think about it.

I dare not.

"First day of junior high school." He Jiaolian called him in the ring.

"Well?" The first day of junior high school went by, "to collect, to clean up?"

"Now what to clean up," he Jiaolian said with a smile, "this time to clean up is not you, come up."

"What for?" At the beginning, he was stunned and looked at the boxing ring.

There are still two people in the ring, but they are not the ones he knows. He knows all the students he usually brings.

"Practice with that man." Coach he pointed to a man over there.

The first day of junior high school is a boy about his age.

"Who?" Junior one asked in a low voice.

"My new apprentice," he Jiaolian said in a low voice, "I've just practiced for a few months. I think I can fly around the moon. You can do him."

This is to kick the hall. I've seen it several times at the beginning of my life, and there will be one in a month or two.

The so-called enemies are not real enemies, or some coaches they know. They love to compete with each other. Of course, playing is not real. But winning or losing is still related to the face of the coaches. If they lose, they will be ridiculed.

"You are, are not," the first day of junior high school looked at him, "drinking, drinking."

"Well?" Coach he looks at him.

"Also, or not, want to accept again, accept people?" Junior one said.

He didn't have systematic training, but he always practiced by himself. When he was free, he would come and give him some advice. Sometimes other students would teach him.

But that's all. Now let yourself fight with someone who has been practising seriously and has to go around the moon?

What the hell?

He doesn't want to be this man, OK? He's not good-looking.

"Xiao Lin," coach he didn't tell him any more. He waved to one of his old students, "give junior one a ring."

"Here," Kobayashi immediately came over with a fist. "I'll help you."

"No," the first day of junior high school looked at him, "I'm going to be beaten, reported, sold, medical expenses?"

"If you don't apply for reimbursement, I'll treat you with internal skill," coach he said. "If you want to win, I'll give you a raise.""Up, how much?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.

"Money buff." Xiao Lin began to laugh.

"Five hundred." Coach he said.

"I'll do it, he." The first day of junior high school, he put on a good fist, hit his hands and jumped into the ring.

Flying around the moon is not pleasant, and the expression on his face is very arrogant.

Yan Hang is also arrogant, but he is very arrogant.

Maybe it's handsome.

Around the moon flight has come over, standing in the middle of a few jumps, chin looked at him.

He walked over and met Yueyue.

"They're all novices," the enemy said. "Let's play. Don't be nervous."

"On the first day of junior high school, show them what a sweeping monk is." Coach he said.

"You can blow." The enemy said.

"Dang!" Coach he called.

What the hell?

The first day of junior high school has not yet recovered. Yueyue has jumped lightly. When he just wanted to protect himself, a straight fist hit him in the face.

The punch was very beautiful. The floor sweeper was knocked down without jumping.

This gym is going to close down.