A Lucky Coin

Don't worry if you can't see it. The text will be automatically replaced in an hour. Moda looks at his father and wants to turn the topic off. On the first day of junior high school, he finally swallowed the pizza and whispered, "that's me, grandma."

Yan hang couldn't go on. He looked at his father.

"Your grandmother?" Dad had to face up to the difficulties, "then your grandma It's a hot character, girl A hero. "

The first time I saw my father, I suddenly laughed.

"Ha ha." Dad laughed awkwardly.

"No, it's OK," Chuichi took a bite of pizza. "I know her, I know her."

"Oh." Dad answered.

"Is she always like that?" Yan hang simply stopped beating around the Bush and asked directly.

I nodded at first.

Yan hang didn't say a word. He seemed to understand the character of grade one and why he was bullied. Grandma's behavior of being barehanded with a word of discord must be a very important reason.

"Is she mentally ill?" Yan hang thought and asked.

"No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "she is the heroine, Jie."

Dad couldn't help laughing.

Junior one also smiles.

"There are some things you have to think about when you grow up." Dad said a word.

Junior one looked up at him.

"For example, you are your own business first." Dad said.

The first day of junior high school didn't speak, and took another bite of pizza.

After eating in silence for a while, Dad finally found a suitable topic: "I watch the news, there will be a music festival in two days, so I can go to join in the fun."

"Where is it?" Yan hang asked.

"What square." Dad said.

"What is what?" Yan hang asked as he ate.

“…… I didn't remember Dad replied.

"I know, I know." Junior one said.

Yan hang looks at him.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't speak again on the first day of the new year. I ate a piece of pizza carefully with drooping eyelids before I looked at him. Then I was stunned: "ah?"

"What a fart?" Yan hang was speechless. "What's next?"

"What, what?" Junior one still looks at him.

"He just told you that he knew what square it was," Dad said, too happy to stop. "What you want, what you want."

"And then? What square? Where? How can I get there? " Yan hang asked in succession, "or will you take me?"

"All right." Junior high school nodded.

Yan hang didn't say anything. He gave him a thumbs up for a long time.

"Kids are fun." Dad said with a smile.

After dinner, Yan hang leaned back on his chair, pulled a tissue and slowly wiped his fingers.

The first day of junior high school I looked around the table, stood up, and put the dishes and bowls on the table together with lightning speed.

Yan hang and his father didn't have the habit of cleaning up immediately after dinner, so they would wait and feel comfortable for a while to savor this wonderful meal.

The speed of the new era of junior one, they have not seen, did not have time to stop, junior one has been holding a pile of dishes into the kitchen.

"First day of junior high school!" Yan hang got up and followed up the kitchen, "just put it there."

"Easy." After the first day of junior high school simply answered, he turned on the tap of the sink and began to wash the dishes neatly.

Yan hang went to lean against the wall and looked at him: "relax. This is my home, not yours."

The first day of the first day of junior high school was washing the dishes quickly. After a while, he said softly, "I'm used to it."

Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, turned and went out.

"You don't want to be shameful," Dad looked at him, "and let the guests do the dishes like this? If you don't do it, don't even look around? "

"I'm afraid he'll break the bowl when he's nervous." Yan hang said.

"It's a very interesting child, let the family develop like this," the father sighed, "if this is my son..."

Dad looked at him, tut A: "it seems that also raise not how?"

"Well," Yan hang said with a smile, "so don't boast about yourself."

"Will he stay here in the afternoon?" Dad asked.

"I can't stay. Every time I get there, I have to run home," Yan hang said in a low voice. "Even if I didn't send the oil back today, I didn't even go home to eat. I guess I will be cleaned up when I go back."

"Hey," Dad sighed. His cell phone rang in his pocket. He felt it out and looked at it. "I'll go out."

"Well." Yan hang answered.

On the first day of junior high school, Yan hang was sitting on the windowsill and looking out at the street.

"It's done." He went to Yan hang and said something.

"Hard work," Yan hang said, "you didn't go home for dinner, are you ok?"Junior one didn't make a sound.

Yan hang looked at him and found that he was looking out.

"Sit down?" Yan hang gave way and made room for him.

The first day of junior high school, I jumped and sat up.

They sat in front of the street for a while, looking at him: "a few, a few, a few..."

"Quack quack." Yan hang said.

At the beginning, he was stunned and laughed.

"Quack?" Yan hang looks at him.

"A few years ago," Chuyi said with a smile, "your name is..."

"My mother's name is not Yan Jidao," Yan hang said. "Don't listen to my father's nonsense. He doesn't say a word of serious things all day long."

"Oh," the first day of junior high school still laughed, "uncle is very good, fun."

"Not bad." Yan hang said.

"My dad doesn't, he doesn't say much, he doesn't talk much." Junior one said.

"Then you are poor, aren't you?" Yan hang asked.

"It may be. It's suffocating." Junior one is very serious.

Yan hang said with a smile: "you're funny. Normally..."

"No, no one's talking to me. Talk to me." Junior one said.

"Oh." Yan hang answered, touched a cigarette and took it out.

I didn't touch the lighter in my pocket for a long time. When I wanted to look back to see if I was throwing it on the tea table, the first day of junior high school had already shrunk my legs and turned around. After a series of actions, I jumped off the windowsill, took the lighter on the tea table and handed it to him.

"Fuck," Yan hang couldn't help, "are you a long-term worker at home?"

"My mother is very, very busy. I'm tired when I go home." I didn't jump on the windowsill on the first day of junior high school, and my arm was lying on the windowsill.

Yan hang lit a cigarette.

"That's..." Junior one pointed to the street, "your shoes, shoes?"

"Well?" Yan hang looked over and saw the pair of running shoes he put beside the garbage can, "yes."

"No, I want it?" Looking at him at the first day of junior high school, he seemed a little surprised.

"It's dirty," said Yan hang. "Besides, it's old. It's been worn for a year."

"Nb, but I'm sorry." The tone of grade one is full of heartache.

Yan hang took a look at the door. Today, he was wearing the same pair of old street shoes as before, but He made a visual inspection. He should not be able to wear his own shoes.

"Otherwise," Yan hang took out his mobile phone, "junior one, you..."

Those girls like the first day of junior high school very much. They make the first day of junior high school appear on camera several times. It's estimated that a pair of shoes will come out. If anyone is crazy and brushes a yacht, they can even change their clothes.

On the first day of junior high school, not only are the shoes so old that people are speechless, but also the clothes on the body are school uniforms all the time, and some places are washed transparently.

"No, no," Chuichi quickly understood his meaning and reached out to stop him, "No."

Yan hang looks at him.

"I have, I have shoes, new ones." Junior one said.

"And you wear them every day?" Yan hang said.

"It's not bad," Chuyi added with a smile. "Tomorrow, it will be changed."

Yan hang didn't insist any more, but he didn't quite understand: "do your parents have a job?"

"Yes," the first day of junior high school nodded, "but when my mother went to work, the water station and water station closed down. My father drove and drove for people."

"That shouldn't be..." Yan hang even more did not understand, "driving how also has several thousand yuan a month?"

"Well," he said, holding his chin, "I don't know."

Yan hang was about to speak when his cell phone rang.

He straightened up abruptly, as if he was frightened. After a while, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket. After a long time, the mobile phone reluctantly connected the phone.

"Hello?" He whispered.

Yan hang saw that the caller ID said dad.

"I'm at my classmate's home," he said to his father on the first day of junior high school. "Eat, eat Buy the oil, buy it, I'll go back in a minute. "

After hanging up the phone, junior one didn't have time to explain to him, so he turned around and ran to the door.

"Tell you to go home?" Yan hang jumps off the windowsill.

"Well," the first day of junior high school said with a sorry smile, "my mother is angry."

“…… I'll go back with you. "Yan hang was a little sorry. After all, he asked the first day of junior high school to come home to drink oil." I'll explain it to your mother. "

"No, it's OK," Chuichi put on his shoes and picked up the oil, "don't worry."

Yan hang said something behind him, but he didn't hear it clearly. He hurried away with the oil bucket. After he was sure that Yan hang couldn't see him, he ran.

Dad's back. It's OK to go back now. Dad will speak for him.

My mother probably won't say anything. In general, my mother treats him as nonexistent except asking him to do something. Grandma is the one who worries him most.

As he turned the corner and ran to his building, someone came out on a bicycle. As he passed by, the man on the bicycle suddenly kicked him.The first day of junior high school was unprepared. With oil in his hand, he fell to the ground.

"Oh, the stake is so unstable?" The man in the car said a word.

At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little surprised to hear this voice. I turned my head and took a look at it. I made sure that it was Liang Bing who would walk around when I was young.

Except for grandma, no one wants to have any conflict with Liang Bing. The first day of junior high school always thinks that it's God that he hasn't gone to prison when he is in his twenties.

However, Liang Bing hasn't come back for two or three years. He always thought Liang Bing would not appear again. Unexpectedly, he ran into Liang Bing again without any preparation.

"Long time no see." Liang Bing looked at him with a smile.

The first day of junior high school talked, got up, patted his pants, and continued to run with oil.

"I'll see you in two days!" Liang Bing laughed and yelled at the back.

When he took the key, he found that his left palm had scratched a large piece of skin when he was just supporting the ground. He nervously raised his hand and looked at his sleeve. There was a hole in his elbow.

He raised his hand, put it down for a long time, and opened the door lightly.

The room is dark, and the living room has no windows, so the light is very poor. Even in the daytime, as long as the light is not on, you can't see clearly.

He went into the room, and before his eyes could get used to the darkness, he heard grandma's voice.

"You're back in the fuckin 'wave!"

On the first day of junior high school, I raised my arm reflexively, but I still couldn't stop a plastic cup filled with water that grandma smashed. It hurt my forehead.

Fortunately, it's not my grandfather's stainless steel one.

"It's normal to go to a classmate's home for a meal," my father came out of the kitchen, stood in front of him and grandma, and took the oil bucket in his hand. "If you don't come back for dinner next time, remember to tell the family."

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

"Waiting for him to buy oil! He poured it out and ate it Grandma came over, pushed dad away and slapped him on the back.

"You can do it!" Mom yelled, "I'm addicted to beating people!"

"What! You are in charge of your mother Grandma turned and pointed to her mother, "you won't teach me to teach for you, and you're shaking with me!"

Mom smashed the cup on the table and entered the room.

"Come on." Dad tried to pull him into the house, but as soon as he opened a crack in the door, mom pushed it from inside and closed it again. Without waiting for Dad to screw it again, she locked the lock inside.

Dad hesitated for a moment and had to turn around to push junior one into the kitchen and close the door.

Grandma didn't break into the kitchen and began to scold.

"You, too. Why did you suddenly go to the classmate's house for dinner without saying a word?" Dad whispered.

The first day of junior high school didn't say a word. He didn't want to talk about her quarreling with others in the street.

"I bought you a suit, for a while..." Dad took a look at the kitchen door. When grandma's voice came in, it seemed that the door didn't exist. "I'll give it to you after your grandma scolded you."

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

Dad has a good temper, or I don't know how to sum up my father's character in junior high school. Since I was young, I never saw my father angry. I always tried in vain to persuade him to fight and make people calm down, but I can't do anything about it.

Grandma scolded for almost half an hour, and on the first day of junior high school, she stood in the kitchen with her father in a daze.

Until grandma scolded tired and began to find fault with grandpa in the TV series, Dad patted him on the shoulder: "I'll take the clothes for you to see."

I nodded at first.

Dad went out. He didn't move for a long time. I guess he couldn't get into the house.

As soon as I turned around and looked out of the window, I waited for a while before my father came back to the kitchen, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "come on, try it."

The first day of junior high school took out the clothes from the bag. It's a set of sweatshirt. It's light gray and pretty.

When he shakes off his clothes, he knows it's too small, but he still takes off his school uniform and puts them on.

"It's like Small? " Dad said awkwardly.

"Yes." I pulled my sleeve.

The sleeves are short and the clothes are a little short, but if you don't zip up, you can make do with it.

The pants are also short. You can't bend your legs, or you'll pull out the legs.

"My son's legs are too long." Dad said.

Chuichi smiles.

Dad is the only one in the family who won't scold him, beat him and smile at him. But dad doesn't remember his birthday and what grade he was in. When people ask about it, he tells others that his son is in grade six for three consecutive years.

So Dad will buy small clothes, he is not surprised.

"Why don't you put your trousers here?" Dad said.

"No," the first day of junior high school said, "you can wear it, thanks, thanks dad."

"Then be dressed in? Or change it first? " Dad asked."Wear it." Junior one said he didn't want to change clothes in the kitchen again.

When she came out of the kitchen, grandma gave a sneer.

On the first day of junior high school, he went to his grandfather's house. Now there was no one in the house. He wanted to go in and stay for a while. His mother called out: "water!"

He went back and poured a glass of water into the room.

"Are you going to eat at your classmate's house today?" Asked the mother.

"Well." I nodded at first.

"Which of your classmates who took the wrong medicine would ask you to have dinner?" Mother asked again.

Junior one didn't answer.

"Be careful that they will trap you. Maybe they will give you some antidote. You can pull it in a moment." Mother frowned and said.

Chu Yi turned around and went out into the next room.

Sitting on the small bed for a while, he bent down and took out a shoe box from under the bed.

Inside is a pair of sports shoes. It's new. My mother bought them for him during the Chinese new year, because now they are not broken, so he hasn't worn them.

-Have you been scolded?

Yan hang sent a message to Chuyi and then lay down on the sofa.

I have to go out tomorrow to see if there is a suitable job.

He didn't care about the job in the coffee shop, but he had to go out and look for a job. First, he didn't have much money on hand, and second, he was bored.

Dad didn't give him any money recently. I guess he didn't get any money.

But Yan Hang is more concerned about today's dad's state when he looks at his mobile phone and goes out, which is not the same as usual.

But he couldn't figure out what was different. Of course, this kind of old fox couldn't be seen at a glance, but after all, they had lived like this for so many years, and Yan hang could still feel what was wrong.

The uneasiness of being pressed in my heart for quite a long time and not rising again came up.

-No

he got back to him on the first day of junior high school.

Yan hang looked at the news and couldn't find a place to talk.

-Do you always run at night?

The first day of junior high school sent another message.

-Well,

when Yan hang looked at the news he had sent back, he was also in a state of death.

Fortunately, the first day of junior high school is a magical person with the ability to bring the dead back to life.

-I also often run at night

- I see you can run well

- are you running today? I'll take you to run, I know where to run

- OK, what time, where

- I'll call you

- OK

Yan hang waited for a while, but he was not talking on the first day of junior high school, so he put down his cell phone.

As soon as I adjusted my posture and wanted to squint for a while, my cell phone rang again.

-Do you still have those shoes?

-。。。。 I went to have a look

Yan hang got up helplessly, and his obsession with these shoes made him feel the impulse to pick up the shoes and wash them.

-Still

- can you get it back?

Yan hang stared at this line for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, opened the door and went out.

There are a lot of people coming and going on the street. He can only make a quick decision. The longer he grinds by the garbage can, the more attractive he will be.

However, it didn't look so good when I walked over and picked up my shoes. Several people saw it.

What a bullshit! These are my own fuckin 'shoes!

Yan hang went back to his room and threw his shoes on the ground. He gave a voice to Chuyi: "I've got them back."

-Are you sure you don't want it?

"No, just tell me what you want to do," said Yan hang. "It's not easy for me to go out and pick it up."

-If you don't want it, give it to me.

Yan hang wanted to say that you might be too big, but he didn't say it in the end. Adding an insole is better than his current pair.

-OK, you can pick it up in the evening.

- OK, thank you.

looking at the serious Reply of the first day of junior high school, Yan hang fell back on the sofa: "ah..."

Fear.

Yan hang has been reluctant to face up to his emotions.

I'm afraid.

Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.

All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.

Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.

They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.

Freedom.

Junior one is envious.

In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.

No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.

After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.

Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.

"Do you remember when you were a child?" Dad's leaning against the kitchen door.

"I don't seem to remember before primary school." Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn't have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.

"When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw." Dad smiles.

"Ah," Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, "you don't teach me either."

"I don't know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don't even have a first teacher," Dad said, lighting a cigarette. "Do you want it?"

"Cooking and smoking." Yan hang said.

"Very particular." Dad said with a smile.

Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn't find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.