A Lucky Coin

On the first day of junior high school, he walked around the dormitory. When these people left, they were like fleeing. Everything was thrown in a mess. He put all the things in order, checked the power supply of the windows again, and then took the bag and stuffed two sets of clothes for washing

To Yan Hang's house!

Ha ha ha, I went to Yan Hang's home!

Go to Yan Hang's home for eleven!

La la la! Ha ha ha!

The first day of junior high school is picking up his things and bouncing back and forth, waving a few punches at the air from time to time: "Shua! Shua Shua! Shua

After Shua finished, he came out of the dormitory with his bag on his back, closed the door, locked it, pushed the door again, and made sure it was locked before he ran downstairs.

There are no students in this dormitory. They are all freshmen. They have been looking forward to going home for a month.

There are still people in the dormitory downstairs. Some people just came back from dinner and chatted and ate in the corridor.

If there was no Yan hang, he would have to guard the empty fourth floor alone these days. He was in a daze every day. He couldn't even find a tree hole here. There was no place to talk. He would have to lie on his bed and write on a small book.

The first day of junior high school slowed down and suddenly missed the tree and the hole whose edge was polished by his face and hands.

He is now in a beautiful big city, with Yan hang, mountains, sea and classmates If he went home, he would probably lie on the tree hole and talk for half an hour.

He didn't go to the canteen for dinner. When he went to Yan Hang's home after dinner, it would happen to be the evening rush hour. The bus was too crowded. It's better to leave early and have Xiao Li's barbecue.

After getting on the bus, he sent a message to Yan hang.

-I got on the bus

- well, you wait for a while. I'm late from work today

- don't worry about me

as soon as I got back to this news in the beginning, I held my mobile phone and waited for a while. As he said, Yan hang didn't care about him any more, so he put his mobile phone back in his bag.

Off the bus, the day has been dark down, blowing from the wind with cool.

The restaurants on both sides were brightly lit, and the people on the road were in a hurry.

The first day of junior high school, standing on the roadside, waiting for the green light to cross the street, I feel the kind of panic loneliness that belongs to autumn.

However, compared with the previous feeling that he wanted to go home in a hurry and still couldn't get rid of it when he got home, now he can experience the loneliness.

Behind him is the dormitory. Although all the people have gone home, the wechat on the mobile phone is full of their news. In front of him is Yan Hang's home. Although Yan hang hasn't come back, the key is at the security guard.

He ran across the street and all the way into the neighborhood.

The security guard at the gate already knew him, smiling when saluting, and the security guard downstairs also knew him.

"Here comes my brother?" The security guard stood by the grass in the small garden and said hello to him.

"Well," Chuichi looked at the apple on his hand, "Hey hedgehog, what about it?"

"Yes," the guard said with a smile, "I'll get the key for you."

"No, it's not urgent," Chuyi tossed his bag behind him. "Where's the Hedgehog?"

"Here," the guard squatted down and handed an apple to the grass, "see?"

"Well." The first day of junior high school, the hedgehog laughs. I'll see you later. It seems that the change is not too big, but I feel fat. "It's good to be fat, so much better."

"It's autumn. I eat a lot," said the guard. "I'll have to hibernate then."

"Where is winter, hibernation?" First day of junior high school.

"A drill in the grass and wood," the security guard said, "I'll just pile some grass and leaves for him then."

I don't know why the description of the security guard makes junior one feel very gentle. A small hedgehog makes a small space with its own nest, wood, grass and leaves.

He always wanted to have it, but he never had it.

Now the dormitory is pretty good. The curtain is my own.

After watching hedgehog eat three apples, he took the key and went upstairs.

The warmth of opening the door made him squint comfortably.

He threw his bag on the sofa, stood on the balcony for a while, then turned into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked at it.

There were a lot of ingredients and condiments in it, but he couldn't understand them. He wanted to get something to eat and flatter before Yan hang came back. Now looking at the ingredients for Western food in the refrigerator, he had to give up.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to Xiao Li barbecue to pack.

When Yan hang comes back, they can have a barbecue and watch TV.

It's perfect.

When Yan hang returned to the restaurant, the guests were almost gone, and several waiters were cleaning up.

"I've filled in today's work diary for you," Zhang Chen handed him the diary. "You see if you have anything to add."

"Thank you." Yan hang said.

"What about the guests?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

Today, the meal they sent to the guest by the kitchen was not prepared according to the guest's remarks. He and manager Tang just went to the room to deliver the meal again and apologized."I'm not very happy," Yan hang sighed gently, "or I won't be tossing about for nearly an hour."

"I think it's an old lady. I think it's good to talk." Zhang Chen put out his tongue.

"It's very hard to talk, but there's no way," Yan hang said, looking at his work log. "What's wrong is that we Do you still have that kind of tea? Give me a drink. "

"Wait." Zhang Chen took out his thermos and poured him a cup of tea.

Yan hang didn't know what kind of tea it was. Anyway, he put a bunch of flowers and grass in it, and looked like a stick. But it tasted good, and it was refreshing.

"Ah, brother hang, I ask you," Zhang Chen looked at no one nearby and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter with you and Ma fool?"

"Well?" Yan hang looks at her.

"He told sister Wang that you have an underworld background," Zhang Chen said, laughing. "He also told her group."

"Does anyone believe it?" Yan hang smiles.

"Who believe it," Zhang Chen said with a smile, covering his mouth, "the gangsters don't even have a tattoo."

“…… Why don't I buy some stickers tomorrow. " Yan hang was very convinced that Zhang Chen judged the underworld in such a simple and crude way.

"I think so." Zhang Chen nodded.

"Go and clean it up." Yan hang closed the diary and put it in the drawer.

Today, he went home about 20 minutes earlier than Yan hang planned. When passing by Xiao Li's barbecue, he hesitated and took out his mobile phone to ask junior one to come down for a barbecue.

"Brother, I want to have a barbecue." Uncle came out of the store, leaned against the door and said with a smile.

"Wave another kerchief." Yan hang said.

"Don't come in," the uncle waved, "your brother just came here and ordered a lot to carry back."

"Ah?" Yan hang was stunned.

"I don't lie to you, really," said the uncle. "You can catch him now by running a few steps."

"Thank you," Yan hang said with a smile, "let me try."

Yan hang hesitated and ran to the community.

When entering the gate, he asked the guard, "my brother just entered?"

The guard nodded and gesticulated: "such a big bag of barbecue makes me hungry."

Yan hang chased a little further and saw the first day of junior high school walking ahead.

Holding a big bag of barbecue in one hand and pressing the mobile phone in the other.

Yan hang took a light step. He quickly leaned over and felt in his pocket, trying to find a murder weapon.

Finally, I only touched the lighter that I gave him on the first day of junior high school.

He is still one step away from junior one when he stretched out his arm. Just as he was preparing to pass junior one's shoulder, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Yan hang was startled.

The first day of junior high school was also startled and suddenly turned back.

Yan hang doesn't care about the phone. The play starts and ends.

He put a hoop around the shoulder of junior one and put the lighter on the head of junior one: "don't move."

"Big, big, big brother, spare my life." At first I was stunned.

At this time, his stuttering was perfect.

Yan hang said with a smile, "take out the money."

"All buy, barbecue," the first day of junior high school said, "or you, you burn, roast, take away."

Yan hang made a mistake and hit the lighter.

The little fire came out.

Then they both smelled a burning smell at the same time, and they were stunned together.

"Damn it Yan hang quickly took back his hand and put the ignition mechanism on, "where's Liao?"

"Hair," he said, and immediately poked his finger in his stomach, "pa!"

"Ah Yan hang covered his stomach and staggered back two steps. "I didn't expect you to be such a person..."

"Pa Pa!" Junior one fired two more shots at him, then put his finger to his mouth and blew.

Yan hang laughed: "the acting is good."

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"When I got on the bus, I thought about it. I'm so crowded that I don't bother to take out my mobile phone," Yan hang said, holding it. "I just didn't know..."

"I hit," the first day of junior high school said, "just after a pass, there was a sound behind me. I jumped."

"Buy so many barbecues?" Yan hang opened the bag and looked in.

"Night after night, together," the first day of the new year said, "I see you, there's beer, beer."

"Barbecue beer movie," Yan hang said, "is that what you think?"

"Yes," Chuichi said with a smile, "I haven't tried, I have."

"Little wretch," Yan hang put his arm around his shoulder and walked to the other side of the building together. "What else do you have in the past, except to run in the night and buckle your face in the tree hole by the river?"

"Sit at the desk and be stunned," said junior one. "I can be stunned at night."

Yan hang sighed."No, after that, I was in the boxing hall," the first day of junior high school said. "I had to fight and clean up when I was working."

"How much was a month then?" Yan hang asked.

"One thousand three," junior one thought, "no, one thousand eight."

"Clean up a thousand eight?" Yan hang glanced at him and said, "who are you hoodwinking?"

"Once I was taught to practice and let me fight and fight," the first day of junior high school suddenly got a little complacent, "and said that if I won, I would add 500."

"You won?" Yan hang asked.

"Well." At the beginning, I nodded and suddenly felt as if I had become a boxer.

A generation of boxers, local dogs.

"Let's try to find a place sometime," said Yan hang. "I really have to try to see if you are really so good."

"If you lose, I'll let you, let you." Junior one said.

"What's your face? If you win, you're a bull. If you lose, you let me?" Yan hang looks at him.

"Well." Junior one nodded solemnly.

In fact, whether he fights with others or fights, he will not consider these. Whether he can fight or not, he acquiesces that he can.

Only Yan hang can't judge.

He didn't see Yan hang fight at all. He fought with others twice, but his opponent's strength was too weak. Yan hang didn't have room to play.

I always feel that Yan hang, like Uncle Yan, is an expert who lives in seclusion in the mountains and doesn't show up easily.

When I got home, it was completely dark. The curtains were open inside. I could see the dark sky outside and the lights under the sky.

The first day of junior high school was a little dazed at the window.

"What's the matter?" Yan hang stood behind him and put his elbow on his shoulder.

"You," junior one looked at his elbow, "I'm not tall."

"It's really good," Yan hang pressed hard on his elbow. "It's affecting your two meter career?"

"Our dormitory is the shortest, just me and Wu Xu." Junior one sighed.

"You should be very happy that someone is shorter than you," Yan hang laughed, turned and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, "go, stand by the wall, I'll measure it for you."

On the first day of junior high school, stick it on the wall.

Yan hang took a book and drew a line on the top of his head.

Junior one looked up.

I don't know why. Every time he sees Yan Hang's book, he always has a strange feeling. Usually, he doesn't feel that Yan hang has anything to do with the book.

Yan Hang is like a swordsman wandering in the river and lake.

But when I heard Yan hang speak English, sing English songs and watch Before he could see the title of the book clearly, Yan hang took the book away, took a ruler and began to measure it against the wall.

The first day of junior high school looked at the book with the purple cover: "that's your mouth, mouth, mouth..."

Yan hang looked at him and said, "stop."

The first day of junior high school stopped.

"I always think that if you go on talking about it, there will be some wonderful words coming out," said Yan hang. "It was recommended to me by a little sister, an interpretation textbook."

"Interpretation," a pair of unfamiliar words in junior high school have to have a familiar process, "what's wrong

Yan hang laughed and said nothing. He looked at the ruler and said, "one hundred and seventy Seven? "

"Long!" On hearing this, I slapped the wall excitedly, "three! Three centimeters! "

"As for," Yan hang looked at him, "I don't know, I think you've grown three meters."

Chuichi smiles and doesn't speak.

He was very happy to be long. Before, he didn't feel much. Grandma said that he was not tall, because his mother was not tall, his father was not tall, and his aunt was worried about it. The reason was that he didn't keep up with nutrition when he was a child, and he was always frightened.

So he has been worried since he began to grow up. He is afraid that he will not grow up if he is not careful.

Now he suddenly found that he was a little higher, and he didn't want to do any happy work on the sofa, so he watched Yan hang go out and put all the pots and condiments out of the kitchen in front of him.

Almost finished, he jumped up: "I'll get it, get it..."

"Sit down," said Yan hang. "I'm just going to give you an hour. How long can three centimeters make you happy?"

"You don't understand." I sat down on the first day of junior high school.

"There's something I don't understand. I didn't worry at all when I was one meter five." Yan hang turns on the induction cooker.

"Uncle Yan is tall," thought the first day of junior high school. "Are you still long now?"

"Nonsense," said Yan hang, "I'm only 19 years old. If I pour some water, I can jump another meter or two."

Chuichi laughs.

Yan hang got a projector at home, which can make a big screen on the wall. When he sat on the sofa, he felt like he was sitting in a cinema.

There's also a speaker. I've been here several times since the first day of junior high school. Today, I found that the two silver sticks next to the TV cabinet are speakers."Yan hang," the first day of junior high school, can't help worrying, "your money is all so bad, isn't it

"Well," Yan hang adjusted the picture and sound effects, and looked at him, "I'm used to spending as much as I can, without leaving any money."

Junior one sighed.

"Are you worried about me?" Yan hang said with a smile, "I just wanted to tell you, but I forgot. I asked my colleague about her job, which is a small restaurant. I want to find a special night attendant..."

"I don't, I can't," the first day of junior high school said, "I don't understand."

"How many words do the waiters have?" Yan hang said. "They don't make dinner in the evening. They mainly give the young lovers who go shopping a drink and a snack. They don't need to talk."

Junior one did not speak.

This part-time job is very suitable, he would like to go, but At the thought of the waiter, he was afraid. If the guest asked something, he could not understand what to do.

"Go and have a try," said Yan hang. "You have to do a lot of things before you know it. You can't do it. If you don't do it, you have nothing to worry about."

The first day of junior high school hesitated for two seconds, then nodded: "OK."

"Ready to eat," Yan hang put the butter into the pot and put a bunch of kebabs in, "the remote control is in your hand, you can choose a movie to watch."

When I reached for the remote control, I saw a silver ball on the tea table. There are many small eyes on the ball. It looks very beautiful and has a good texture.

"What is this, what?" First day of junior high school.

"A small Bluetooth speaker can also be used as a small night light," said Yan hang, turning on the switch and shaking his hand nearby. A thin yellow light came on in his small eyes. "Don't you know?"

"I've never seen this, such a high-level thing." The first day of junior high school takes the ball and looks around.

"I mean you don't know this..." Yan hang looked at him, "this is a birthday present from Zhou Chunyang."

"What, what?" The first day of junior high school was stunned.

"After my birthday, he and his father went to the store for dinner," Yan hang said. "I thought you knew that."

"I don't know." Junior one stares at the ball in his hand.

Zhou Chunyang!

Those who didn't stay in the dormitory one night went to Yan Hang's restaurant!

Even gave Yan hang a birthday present!

How did he know Yan Hang's birthday!

Oh, I told him.

Then how could he go quietly to give gifts!

Why not?

…… Just can't!

Just can't!

"What's the matter?" Yan hang touched him and put two strings of mutton on on the plate in front of him. "Are you two in conflict?"

"No," he said, putting down the alarm clock and biting a bunch of mutton, "does he often go

"Not often, two or three times, with his father," Yan hang said. "I just knew that his father was a VIP in our hotel."

"Especially, money." Junior one said.

"Well, not bad." Yan hang smiles.

The first day of junior high school, I can't tell what kind of mood I am in now. I can't talk about blocking or depression. It seems that it's not accurate. I always feel stuck in a corner of my body and can't find where I want to scratch.

It's just that it's not going to work.

"I'll choose a movie," Yan hang said, holding the remote control. "Do you want to watch horror movies? Have dinner."

"I don't know." The first day of junior high school was a little confused. He had almost no memory of the film. When he was in primary school, he saw the anti abduction teaching film organized by the school, but he didn't seem to have seen anything else.

"I don't think we've ever seen a movie," Yan sighed. "Just take one. I haven't seen this yet."

"Good." Junior one looked at the title, master key.

It's about a locksmith.

When it comes to locksmith, Chu Yi turns his head and looks at Yan hang: "I can open and unlock."

"Well?" Yan hang looked at him. He was stunned. Then he turned to look at the title of the movie. He laughed so much that his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Really." Junior one said.

"Ah," Yan hang sighed happily, hugged him, rubbed his chin on the top of his head, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him, "go, wash them, let them fall to the ground."

The first time I got up and washed the chopsticks, I thought, "no, it's not a locksmith, ha?"

"Shut up." Yan hang just stopped and didn't smile. He immediately dropped a bunch of shrimps on the table.

The first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed. He was not stupid enough to put it off. The main reason was that Zhou Chunyang's trumpet and night light suddenly appeared, which made him not very good.

It seems that the movie is quite frightening. As soon as I eat and watch it, I still think about Zhou Chunyang in my heart, and I can see the hair on my body standing up.

"How many more cans?" Yan hang shakes the empty beer can."I'll just have one more can, so that's it." Junior one said.

Yan hang got up and went to the kitchen. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhou Chunyang.

-Did you give Yan hang a gift?

Zhou Chunyang estimated that he was playing with his mobile phone, and his reply was very fast.

-Well, it was also given to me by someone else. I couldn't use it, so I gave it to him on the way

isn't it a special gift?

The first day of junior high school was suddenly relieved.

-Do you like it? I have another one here. I'll bring it to you when I go back to school.

Zhou Chunyang sent another one.

Looking at this news, junior one didn't know how to reply, and suddenly felt like a fool.

-I can't use

- mobile phones can also be used, Bluetooth, which is black, and the one for Yan Hang is just a pair

……

On the first day of junior high school, holding a mobile phone, I suddenly felt embarrassed that I didn't know how to explain to Zhou Chunyang.