A Lucky Coin

Crying again.

Yan hang patted on the back of junior one.

The first time I cried in my memory, I was standing at his door, crying very freely.

Today's two times obviously more than the first convergence, cry no longer so like a child.

But for Yan hang, it was the same.

No matter how much the appearance of junior one has changed from a year ago, when he looks at junior one crying, he still feels like a wronged dog.

And he will still be at a loss.

He has been to so many places and seen so many people. He can judge many things by one sentence and one look, but he only passes by in other people's world and looks at them from a distance.

No one ever cried in front of him.

Tears warm, low cry voice in the ear, there is no distance.

He would even follow the mood of the first day of junior high school, but he didn't know what to do.

When he was so old, the only "giving" he could feel was his father.

Dad's dedication to him can make him shoulder countless anxieties.

And grade one is the second.

Clumsy and persistent, but real.

He didn't know how to respond. He didn't even know how to say goodbye.

He thought too much, he was afraid, he was worried, he was confused, he could not express.

And junior one didn't think about anything.

Just like the first day of junior high school.

Even if he keeps the old number, even if he keeps the gift of the first day of junior high school, or even the broken red rope, even if he sees a beautiful little stone, he will pick it up.

How can it, if the first day of junior high school did not want to find anything over, this life will not know.

But for the moment, he's still caught off guard.

The first day of junior high school needs to vent. Although he didn't say anything, Yan hang can still imagine how he spent his year.

So now he's crying very hard.

After all, I was outside before. I cried twice and then I choked back.

Now it's just them. The first day of junior high school is like turning on the tap.

Related, irrelevant, all the grievances and unhappiness are gushing out.

Yan hang can feel the clothes on his shoulders a little bit wet with tears, close to the first day of junior high school with temperature, seeping open, a little bit cool.

The voice of the first day of junior high school is a little hoarse, which makes people feel sad.

"I've seen the pictures," Yan hang said softly, patting him on the back, "do you want to have a look together? Tell me about your new hairstyle? "

"Are you mentally retarded?" sobbed the first day of junior high school. You don't want his image of "not easy to be provoked." look at your hair. You have to talk about the type and explain it! "

"All right, I'll see for myself." Yan hang smiles and clicks on wechat.

In addition to the first day of junior high school, there are no other friends on his wechat. They are all kinds of businesses. They haven't been opened in a year, and they are full of red dots.

It's almost the diary he uses to record his mood occasionally.

And his mood has not been paid attention to for more than a year.

He still follows the old habit, some emotions and memories that can't be sorted out, so he gets the box pressed in his heart. When he accidentally opens it, he will think about what to do.

When he saw the "1" in the address book, he imagined that there would be a lot of news, left a lot of words, and asked why he left without saying goodbye and why he suddenly disappeared.

But it's impossible to think about it.

Yes, it takes a lot of courage for him to send that picture about his inferiority complex and the things between them.

But after calling his name, he was stunned and then laughed.

Even without chat records, how can you still see the photos of a year ago.

He was suddenly a little lucky. He almost never knew that a child was so serious and persistent in looking for him.

"On the first day of junior high school," Yan hang put his mobile phone next to his face, "your handsome photo should be out of date."

"Is it?" The first day of junior high school turned his head and showed an eye. He quickly looked at the screen and pressed his eye back on his shoulder.

Then he unlocked his cell phone and handed it to him: "look, I have records here."

Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked at it.

In the photo, one year ago, the first day of junior high school is still the little recipient in his memory. He laughs a little silly, but he can still feel his conscience and call a handsome boy.

The hairstyle is very good. It's much better than the dog bite style he cut himself.

Suddenly, he didn't dare to think about it. On the first day of junior high school, he had a haircut, took a picture and sent it to him with courage.

But there was no response for a year.

He scratched at the head of junior high school: "can I see some other pictures of you?"

"Look," the first day of junior high school, crying is not as bold as before, but the voice is still hoarse, "there is a picture, in the album, it's all.""Well." When Yan hang quit wechat, he found that the chat with him on the first day of junior high school was at the top.

He patted twice on the back of junior one.

For him, the ability to comfort people is almost zero.

Junior one is a careful child, probably because he doesn't have his own room and his own safe space, so this site in his mobile phone is his real private space, which he takes care of very carefully.

The photos are all in different albums.

A "little stone", a "scenery", a "random shot"

The last one is "beautiful boy".

Yan hang couldn't help laughing and said, "is it the beautiful boy?"

"Well." The first day of junior high school, I couldn't hear a trace of embarrassment.

"Let me see this beautiful boy." Yan hang opened the album with a smile.

There are many self portraits of grade one in junior high school. They are all in chronological order.

Yan hang opened the earliest one and looked at it slowly.

At that time, it should be the first day of junior high school. I changed my mobile phone, got a new haircut, and started the journey of selfie.

At first glance, he is a person who never takes pictures of himself. He can't find a good angle. He is very handsome. He often takes pictures like a fool. However, the later the photo is taken, the more skillful he is.

At first, the background of the photos were all taken at home or by the river side of Shudong. Slowly, some of them were taken on the street. However, the style that he had to run against the wall was still continued. One by one, he was like a thief. Many of them even took photos without finishing their expressions, and they were pasted into a gust of wind.

"It's so pasted that it hasn't been deleted?" Yan hang said.

"It's me, too." The first day of junior high school.

"So it is." Yan hang smiles and glances at him. He can see that the corners of his eyes are still wet, but he is not crying at all. It is estimated that his eyes are red, and he is embarrassed to leave his shoulder now.

Looking at the photos all the way, Yan hang had a wonderful feeling.

He didn't see junior one for a year. Junior one suddenly became a handsome young man from a short bag. He couldn't recover.

Until now, seeing photos, day by day, month by month, half a year, seems to be filling the growth in the middle.

In this way, he saw in the picture that junior one had changed from a little handsome but timid child to this Beautiful boy.

"Is this after boxing?" Yan hang shook his cell phone.

In the photo, the first day of junior high school has sweat on his face and water drops on his hair. He looks handsome with a little cool.

"Well," the first day of junior high school leaned over his shoulder, "washed his face and felt that he was handsome. When he died, he took a picture."

"It's very handsome." Yan hang said with a smile.

Yan hang looked at the photos in this album for a long time. After reading them again, he withdrew to look at other albums. The small stones in grade one, the familiar and strange scenery, still contain many of the buildings he lived in with his father before. There are many messy photos, probably used as Notepad. There are also school materials and tickets to buy clothes in them

After reading these, he went back to the beautiful youth and grew up again with the first day of junior high school.

Junior one didn't know when he fell asleep on his shoulder. He held his head in his hand and wanted to find another place for him to lean on. But there was only a bed beside him. Junior one couldn't reach it, so he had to put his head back on his shoulder.

People live this year and year, thinking that they are familiar with everything, but they will still carve a memory without paying attention.

Yan hang leaned back and closed his eyes.

In the morning, the mobile phone alarm clock rings, and Yan hang opens his eyes.

Want to habitually stretch when I feel the whole body ache, waist twist strength, head also with want to break like acid and numb.

He stared at the wood grain on his head, and it took him almost ten seconds to react.

I was lying on the ground.

He moved and found that he was not only lying on the ground, but also wringing. He should have slipped down after he was sleeping on the bed.

I don't know how long I've been sleeping.

He bared his teeth and sat up. He saw the first day of junior high school lying on his lap. He was also very sleepy, as if he had been beaten.

"The first day of junior high school," he knocked on his back with his knee, "get up."

The first day of junior high school seems to have been turned on, rubbed and bounced, and sat on the ground with a confused face.

After seeing him, Chuyi began to laugh, with a red mark pressed out of the floor on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan hang stood up and moved his arms and legs. "I have to go to work. I have a morning meeting today. I can't be late."

"Well," Chuichi chuckled and got up for a little activity, "I'll go back to school. Today, there are still people who want to stay in my dorm. I'll be there."

"To meet?" Yan hang asked.

"No, just look, look." Junior one said.

"How are your classmates?" Yan hang yawned and stretched out his hand to pull the vertical hair on Chu Yi's head down. Even now he had to raise his arm to pull Chu's hair, he still couldn't help it. It was probably obsessive-compulsive disorder."It's hard to say," Chuyi frowned, "five, people, two, society, elder brother."

"Including you?" Yan hang smiles.

"How can, can," the first day of junior high school rubbed his eyes, "when he was excited, he would cry. Ten pieces of gold, chains, and society could not."

"How about noodles early?" Yan hang went to the living room, "crying."

"Well," the first day of junior high school said, "Uncle Cui, no, I'm going to invite you, guest?"

"Usually, I can. I forgot to tell him that I'm leaving early today. He gets up too late. I'll tell him later," said Yan hang. "I'll let him have a big dinner another day."

"I'll take it." Junior one said.

"It's OK for your dream to come true later," Yan said. "You're still young and beautiful."

Yan hang cooks spaghetti. At the beginning of his life, he found that Yan Hang's craftsmanship is much better than that of a year ago.

"Better than before, eat!" He gave a thumbs up, "you're still straight, sowing and cooking, aren't you?"

"No, it's never been live again." Yan hang said.

"For what?" The first day of junior high school asked, "you've passed, passed?"

"Go away." Yan hang laughed.

"Not before, not before." Junior one sighs.

"Well." Yan hang twisted the bottle and sprinkled pepper on his plate.

"Why? It's not straight. Is it on Junior one asked again.

Yan hang didn't speak. After a while, he put down the bottle and took a bite of noodles. Then he said, "I'm afraid my little sister asked me where the handsome guy is."

Junior one's hand gently shakes for a while, lowers the head to eat two big mouthfuls.

"Slow down," said Yan hang. "You're afraid I'll rob you."

"Now can, can straight, broadcast," the first some embarrassed, but still put it out, also don't know why his face is so big, "little handsome boy in, in it."

Yan hang looks at him.

After a while, he began to laugh, and he was always happy with the TV.

"Don't laugh," I was even more embarrassed at the beginning, "I want to help you find a chance."

Yan hang laughed even more.

"Ah," Chuyi sighed. After waiting for a long time, Yan hang didn't stop. He had to put down his chopsticks and look at Yan hang, "smile, you're welcome. Smile, smile."

Yan hang turns his head and smiles at him again, then suddenly picks up his mobile phone and takes a picture of him.

"Shoot," Chu nodded, "no charge, fee."

Yan hang looked down at his mobile phone. After a while, he finally stopped laughing, poked it on the screen, and then turned to him.

The first day of junior high school, I went to have a look.

Yan hang posted his photo on Weibo, but he put a code on his eyes. The pattern should be carefully selected - "super rich".

"Why, code?" First day of junior high school.

"Keep a sense of mystery and see if the ladies can recognize you." Yan hang said.

"I see, I see reviews." I want to go to the screen.

Yan hang took back his mobile phone and looked at him with a smile: "take your own mobile phone, don't you pay attention to me?"

"I..." First day, I rubbed my nose and laughed.

"What's your nickname?" Yan hang asked.

"Keep the mystery." The first day of junior high school, he bowed his head and continued to eat noodles.

Yan hang had to go to work. Although he was very reluctant, he went out with him.

When passing by the flower garden, Yan hang pulled him over. He finally saw that the hedgehog was shrinking in the grass last night, and there was a small pile of diced apples in front of him.

"Who did you feed?" Junior one asked in a low voice.

"Security guard," Yan hang said, "Uncle Cui, the security guard in front of their floor, is very loving and has a chat with him."

"Ah?" Chuichi laughs, "can you chat, chat clearly, white?"

"Yes," Yan hang looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth. "A little stutterer can talk clearly, but it doesn't stutter. It certainly can."

"You No To Cheat, cheat Negative People... " The first day of junior high school lengthens the voice.

"Go," Yan hang said with a smile and patted him on the shoulder, "I can take a bus with you. You get off and change. I'll continue to get there two more stops."

"Well." Chuyi nodded, the news made him very happy, but he immediately grabbed Yan Hang's arm, "electricity! Telephone! It's yours

"Well?" Yan hang was stunned.

"New number!" Junior one said, "I almost forgot! It's too late

"I'll call you," Yan hang said with a smile. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the first day of junior high school. "If you don't tell me, I forget. I always think you're here, so I don't think about the phone."

Yan hang had a bus card and took him to the bus.

"You don't want to take a taxi?" Standing side by side with him on the first day of junior high school, looking at the street outside the window, I had a wonderful and happy feeling."It's better not to take a taxi Ordinary life, "Yan hang said in a low voice," I'll walk over when there's no morning meeting. "

Chuyi smiles and looks at his side face.

Yan hang has changed in some places. Although it is not obvious, he can still feel it.

"Tomorrow's military training?" Yan hang asked.

"Well, today's collar and clothes," the first day of junior high school said, "I'll take a picture of you, beautiful boy."

"Where's the face?" Yan hang took a look at him.

"Here." Junior one pointed to his face.

"Handsome." Yan hang nodded.

The first day of junior high school has been laughing for a long time.

It seems that I haven't laughed like this for a long time.

When he got off the bus, he stood at the station and looked at the car all the time.

The bus to school came and he got on the bus with the people around him. The bus had a long route and a little more people, but the feeling of being close to others didn't affect the mood of grade one.

I just feel that this strange city and the strangers around me have become cordial.

Back at school, there are still freshmen coming in succession on campus, as well as senior students who have started classes. There will still be some tension and maladjustment when the first day of junior high school is caught in the middle, but the pace is still light.

But when I went upstairs to my dormitory, the atmosphere changed. There were many people standing in the corridor, many of them bare arms, and some of them were carrying chairs in the dormitory.

The first day of junior high school stopped. I don't know what it is.

"403, I can't get out," someone over there banged a chair on the dormitory door. "Fuck, your mother can't get out and smash the door!"

At first I was stunned.

His dormitory number is 403.

"You can make trouble! Can't carry it! " There was another cry.

The first day of junior high school looked carefully, except for the three people holding chairs near the door of their dormitory, the others should come out from the dormitory to watch the excitement.

Who caused trouble in their dormitory?

Li Ziqiang?

Zhang Qiang?

In addition to these two, Hu Biao and Su bin are not like troublemakers, or the new three?

Now this situation, junior one do not know the past or the escape.

His former school, although some people will bully him, but the school itself management is very strict, so openly in the dormitory to fight will not appear.

He never thought that such a thing could happen before he even started military training.

Is hesitating, there is a movement, dormitory door seems to open, seems to be closed, it should be someone inside to open, and someone in the block.

"Damn it The people outside took advantage of the chance that the door opened a crack, bumped into it, followed by a few people into the dormitory.

The people in the corridor immediately rushed in to watch.

"It's none of my business!" Someone called, "I opened the door! Let me out

The first day of junior high school recognized that it was su Bin's voice.

Then Li Ziqiang's voice roared: "get the hell out of your mother!"

If you go down, you'll hear a clang, which seems to be a fight.

The first day of junior high school hesitated for about a second and rushed to the dormitory.

Rush to the door, just see Su bin a face impatiently squeeze out from the crowd.

"Hold it for me." Junior one took out the mobile phone in his pocket and handed it to Su bin.

Su Bin took the mobile phone, looked at him, opened his mouth, probably want to talk, junior one ignored him, pushed people into the dormitory.

Dormitory three on three are playing into a ball, I do not know if it is for the sake of fairness, carried into the chairs are thrown on the ground, did not use.

Several people are fighting hand to hand with fists.

Next to him on the ground is Hu Biao holding his head.

Hu Biao didn't go to the hand to hand combat. Who is the other one?

Seeing the first day of junior high school coming in, Hu Biao yelled in his voice: "how did you come in and go out?"

The first day of junior high school didn't care about him, so he jumped on him.

He is afraid of fighting. Although he has fought Liang Bing twice, he has practiced boxing for a year. Coach he has fooled him into coming on stage and fighting with people countless times. But he will be afraid to see such a scene.

Maybe it was the shadow of being surrounded by people from childhood. He was especially afraid.

So he jumped on it.

Li Ziqiang's fighting power is OK. He can carry it with others. Zhang Qiang has obviously fallen behind and is pressed to the ground with his knees.

The first day of junior high school in the past, he grabbed Zhang Qiang's arm and swung it fiercely. The man was thrown to the ground by him.

As soon as the man remembered, the first day of junior high school immediately bent his head to his knee and hooked his foot. The man was immediately thrown to the ground again. When he remembered again, the first day of junior high school was followed by another foot.

Three times in a row, he didn't stand up.

Zhang Qiang took the opportunity to get up from the ground to kick the man. As soon as Chu Yi pushed him to the chest.He wanted to shout twice to stop all these people, but he didn't have the courage to say it in front of a group of people. It was also a nightmare in his memory.

So he could only point to Zhang Qiang, pressing his voice and saying, "you stay!"

The one who fell three times in a row still wanted to move. On the first day of junior high school, he pointed to him again. He didn't know what else to say. He was afraid that the stammer would affect the effect, so he just pointed to him.

Look, these two haven't moved for the time being. On the first day of junior high school, they went to pull Li Ziqiang.

That person should have been the leader just now. Now, he is swinging a fist at Li Ziqiang's face. On the first day of junior high school, he hit him on the wrist at the same time. Then he closed his hand and banged his elbow on his chest.

It's good to be long!

Or you can't reach the chest with your elbow!

This person is hit suddenly, Leng Leng immediately hit to the first day again a punch to come over.

This kind of fist for junior one is like chaos, he dodged, and then wrote down the hook, not too hard, but hit the man on the chin or let his head back, two steps back.

"Stand Chu Yi stares at him and pulls Li Ziqiang to the side. Li Ziqiang sits on the bed.

It was very embarrassing.

A group of gaping onlookers at the door, four people in the room stopped, all staring at him.

He couldn't say a word more. He just felt that his whole body was stiff and wanted to jump out of the window to escape.

But the third person behind him didn't want to give him this opportunity. He suddenly picked up a wooden strip that he didn't know where to dismantle and was about to smash it at him.

"Damn it Li Zi roared and jumped out of bed.

The first day of junior high school was almost a conditioned reflex. He raised his hand to hold the arm that the man was swinging down. Then he stroked it and grasped his wrist.

Then press and twist.

Uncle Yan taught him, it is said that Yan hang has not been able to do it well.

That's what I did.

He used all the moves for the first time.

But.

But he didn't surprise everyone as much as he thought.

He probably likes Yan hang too much and is infected.

The wooden bar on this hand didn't fall because it should be pinched. It didn't even move.

This is quite embarrassing, even more embarrassing than just now.

They stare at each other as if waiting for the preview of the next episode.

This person leng Leng after clenching his teeth, began to force down the arm.

The first day of junior high school thought that he was probably stupid, so it was meaningless to press down.

When he had enough strength, Chu Yi suddenly relaxed his strength and pressed down along with the inertia of his arm. Then he twisted his arm behind his back and lifted it up again.

The man turned back 180 degrees and hit the table face down.

Junior one pressed him and looked back at several people in the room.

It's time to say something.

Hello students, my name is junior one, I hope you have something to say.

It's not appropriate for us to fight like this just after we met?

……

"Is it over?" He said.