A Lucky Coin

Because he has no contact with anywhere.

I came, I left, this place I used to live in did not leave any traces of me.

So there is nothing to feel about coming and going.

But now when he heard such words from junior high school, he would be a little disappointed.

He left traces here. There is a little boy in grade two who will remember him.

One day when he looks back, there will be some pictures, the memory of a city will not be just a simple place name.

When I got home, Dad had already washed and changed his pajamas. Everything on the table was put in the kitchen, but he didn't wash it. It was all piled up in the sink.

Yan hang was a bit lazy after finishing his run, so he sat on the sofa.

Dad is watching the news at night. Except for the first and second tier cities, there are not many news in a city that can be repeated for a day. These news are watched and replayed in the afternoon, and there will be a summary on Sunday. Yan hang feels that as long as dad is at home, he can recite the news of that day.

"Are you still going to run with junior one tomorrow?" Dad asked.

"Well, run. I was going to run anyway." Yan hang said.

"Good," Dad nodded and stood up. "I'm going to sleep."

"Just eat a belly of meat to sleep?" Yan hang took a look at him, "middle aged people are very easy to get fat. Don't you be on guard for your belly?"

"Don't be jealous of my figure." Dad stretched and went back to the house.

Going to work tomorrow, Yan hang had to let himself sleep tonight. After playing with his mobile phone in the living room for a while, he took a bath and went back to the house.

After lying in bed for a long time, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He took his mobile phone, opened wechat, looked at the circle of friends, and saw the small expression of the first time one hour ago in a pile of business news.

It's a regular smile.

It's very inconspicuous. You can't find it if you want to row fast.

Yan hang laughs. He doesn't know what the small expressions of the first day of junior high school mean to himself.

After watching the mobile phone for a while, he still didn't feel sleepy. Yan hang ordered a movie again.

Ghost movies.

I didn't see it for half an hour. I was scared to death by the screams of BGM and the hostess every five minutes, so I turned it off.

I'm scared. I'm in high spirits.

He had to get out of bed, go to the living room, pour himself a glass of water, ready to take medicine.

When he went back to the house, he saw that the light was still on in his father's house. It had been more than an hour since he came into the house. His father had a good sleep, especially on the night when he ate and drank wine, he would turn off the light in 20 minutes.

If he really can't sleep for such a long time, dad will come to see if he's asleep. If he's still awake, just talk for a while, but dad didn't look for him today.

Yan hang hesitated for a moment. He walked to the door and listened to the movement in the room.

It's very quiet. I can't hear any sound, but I can smell the light smoke.

Don't sleep at night, smoke in the room, smoke to the door can smell, this is Dad's rare state.

For so many years, except for his whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been in good health. He has almost never smoked like this.

Yan hang raised his hand to knock on the door, but he didn't knock down until his hand was sour.

Finally he went back to his room, took two pills and went to sleep.

The medicine is still useful. At least I fell asleep. When I wake up in the morning, I feel my head is swollen.

Yan hang walked out of the room slowly with 86 Jin of head on his head and looked at his father. The door of the room had been opened.

He went over and looked in. Dad wasn't in. He looked back at the shoe rack. Dad's shoes weren't in. He should have gone out.

He went into the room and opened all the windows that were only open.

Dad has the habit of folding quilts when he gets up, so he can't tell whether he slept or not last night, but the smell of smoke in the room doesn't completely disperse, which proves that even if he slept, he didn't sleep for long. This smell should have been smoking in the first half of the night.

After washing with a heavy head, he was thinking about what to get for breakfast when the door of the living room rang. Yan hang turned his head and his father came in with a bag of hot breakfast.

"Did you buy breakfast?" Yan hang asked.

"You didn't sleep well yesterday," Dad put the bag on the table, "so I went to buy it very considerately. Yesterday, the first day of junior high school told me that there was a breakfast shop over there that was delicious and had many varieties."

"Are you two still talking about this?" Yan hang took out the small lunch boxes one by one in the bag, "just like the two old ladies."

"We're talking about people's livelihood," my father said. "How can an old lady be as senior as us?"

“…… "Oh," Yan hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box, but it really had a wide range of kinds, and it sold well. He took a box of his favorite pumpkin cake and took a bite. "What else did he talk about people's livelihood?""He also told me that there are several clothes sellers in the vegetable market. Although the geographical location is very embarrassing, the quality of clothes is OK and cheap." Dad said with a smile, "but after he finished, he thought that we would not go there to buy clothes. This child is very poor and funny, but he still has low self-esteem."

"Just like his grandmother, ordinary children have to feel inferior," Yan hang said. "His mother seems to have It's not so good

When talking about grandma, mom and other things, Yan hang didn't feel anything about it, but today he kowtowed for no reason.

Dad should have noticed it and sighed.

Yan hang stopped making noise and continued to eat breakfast.

Dad stood up and walked behind him: "prince, I didn't sleep well. Is my head heavy again?"

"Well, more than 200 Jin." Yan hang said.

Dad reached out and scratched his head. The weight was very appropriate. His scalp suddenly relaxed. He leaned back in the chair and asked Dad to continue to massage him.

Dad is very respectful and dedicated to his job, from head to head, then to the back of his neck, and then to his shoulder.

"Come back in the evening and bring some food and wine," Dad said. "Have a drink and have a chat."

"What are you talking about?" Yan hang asked.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dad was knocking on his shoulder.

Yan hang bit his lip, determined to have a quick minute, he opened his mouth: "talk about how my mother died."

Dad quickly knocked on his right shoulder, and then continued to knock on his left shoulder: "OK."

I feel like I'm going to be late. I get up 20 minutes later than usual.

He doesn't have an alarm clock. The mobile phone alarm clock is too slow, either doesn't work or can't be turned off. So he always gets up by the biological clock. If the biological clock fails, he won't be called by anyone until noon.

But when you get up, you will be scolded.

"The result is not so good, also has the face to oversleep," the grandmother is carrying the cigarette, "even gets up a bed oneself all cannot get up, the trash!"

The first day of junior high school didn't speak. After washing quickly, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door.

As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw several people standing at the corner of the building. He suddenly stopped, turned and ran in the opposite direction.

It was Liang Bing and some of his friends. It seems that they just came back from playing all night. Now it's time to refresh themselves. Instead of kicking him off, he'd better stay away.

Just go out from the opposite direction, and you have to make a detour to the school.

There's no time to eat breakfast. Just don't be late.

Junior high school from primary school to junior high school these years, the number of late than a V can count.

He didn't want to be late, he didn't want to sit well in the whole class, and he didn't come into the classroom until the teacher stood on the platform, so no matter what, he should try not to be late.

Today should not be late, do not eat early all the way, almost just before the school gate.

If he hadn't been dreaming all night and didn't sleep well yesterday, he would not have been able to sleep in the morning. He was a little depressed.

But it's also amazing. There was Yan hang in all his dreams that night.

Yan hang took him to stand by the river. Yan hang ran with him. Yan hang had a barbecue with him. Yan hang took a Steeler and said, "this is a Steeler."

In fact, it's not magic. I think about it every day and have a dream at night.

Yan hang has been looking forward to the day when he can communicate and chat with him like ordinary people and friends.

Waiting for a long time, once met, the impression will have been deep into the dream.

Ran to the school, just on duty teacher ready to close, the first day out of the speed of escape, rushed past.

Four or five other students ran into the school with him, all stopped by the teacher.

The management of the school is very strict. Those who come in when the school closes are late, and they have to be written down and deducted points.

But the first day of junior high school was not stopped. When he ran in from the two teachers, the teacher didn't seem to see him.

Stealth was successful.

He pinched the steely spirit in his pocket.

Sure enough, it's fine. It works.

Li Zihao hasn't bothered him these days, and he hasn't come to ask if he has brought the one he asked him to bring to Yan hang.

Of course, it's impossible to bring that sentence to Yan hang on the first day of junior high school. In his opinion, that sentence is just like "you wait for me". It's just a process.

When the atmosphere arrives, we have to say.

As for the end, I'm afraid the owner of this sentence may not remember.

Compared with Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will upset junior one.

The students who made trouble for him were all fake gangsters, not even fake gangsters. They just wanted to make trouble with him.

But Liang Bing is not. Liang Bing is a real jerk.

The best way to meet him is to make a detour.

People in the residential area of their family frown when they mention Liang Bing.Not to mention the ability, it's mainly shameless.

Even Grandma, who had been invincible all her life, would not fight Liang Bing in general.

The first day of junior high school, I feel very unlucky. When I meet Liang Bing at school, I can still meet him after school.

Liang Bing doesn't go far away either. His range of activities is in his home. It's probably his safe area. Out of this area, he may be cleaned up by others.

In short, at noon after school, I wanted to go back from the small street in front of Yan Hang's house. It was the nearest way for him to go home. I usually went here. As soon as I got to the intersection, I saw Liang Bing swinging on the road.

Fortunately, I turned my back to this side and didn't see him. On the first day of junior high school, I could only go forward and go back by a long way.

Results around a circle, just to the intersection, and see Liang Bing head-on waves come.

Is this a street patrol!

"Ah The first day of junior high school yelled in a low voice, but turned around again.

Back in the street, he was a little angry.

There was no idea of going home for dinner. He took out his mobile phone and called his mother.

"The school has something to do. I'll take care of it at noon." He was interrupted by his mother before he finished.

"OK, I know. I won't come back for dinner," said my mother. "I'll bring some noodles when I come back in the afternoon. Do you still have money there?"

"Yes." Junior one said.

"Your father is at home today. You come back and ask your father to give you the money for the noodles." Mom said.

"Oh." The first day of junior high school.

After the phone call, he had no target. After wandering in the street for a while, he crossed the bridge and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.

After two steps, he stopped. Should Yan hang be working in the western restaurant here?

He was suddenly a little excited. As he walked in, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan hang.

-Which western restaurant do you work in?

After waiting for a long time, Yan hang didn't reply to him. He looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was time to eat. Yan hang was probably busy.

He was suddenly a little embarrassed, so he put his cell phone back in his pocket and walked along the road.

After a while, I saw a western restaurant with a recruitment sign at the door.

He stopped and looked in. Should it be this one? But I didn't see Yan hang.

He hesitated for a moment, leaned against a nearby tree and continued to look in.

Just two or three minutes later, a man came out. He didn't dare to look at his face on the first day of junior high school. He was afraid that if it was a waiter who saw him pestle here for a long time, he would ask.

"Go in?" The man went up to him and asked.

"Ah." The first day of junior high school raised his head after hearing the sound.

Yan hang wore the uniform of the restaurant, with black background and red edge, and an apron.

The uniform is very ugly. It can compete with their school uniform, but Yan Hang's dress is very pleasing to the eye.

"Please have a meal," Yan hang said

Junior one followed him into the restaurant.

It's delicious.

The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food, including the smell of baked snacks, coffee, and all kinds of steaks, pork chops and mutton chops.

This is his first time in a western restaurant.

Last year, my aunt took him to eat Western food, but my mother didn't let him go. Finally, my aunt had to pack two steaks for him.

Grandma scolded all night while eating.

The first day of junior high school took a few mouthfuls carefully, but they didn't taste it.

"Sit here," Yan hang took him to the corner by the window. "Wait for me."

"Yan hang," the first day of junior high school called him, "are you off duty?"

"After work, I'll take turns eating," Yan said. "Sit here and wait for me."

"Well." I nodded at first.

Yan hang walked away. He was still a little nervous. At the moment, there were several tables of guests in the shop. They were eating and chatting in a low voice. They looked very advanced.

When he sat down here in his old school uniform, it seemed that he had entered the wrong door.

Fortunately, Yan hang came soon with a pizza and two drinks in his hand.

The first day of junior high school stood up quickly, ready to pick up.

"Sit down," said Yan hang, putting the pizza and drinks on the table. "There's no way for the kitchen. Do you still want to go in and help people wash the dishes?"

"Yes, I can." Chuichi smiles and sits back on the chair.

"I also ordered a steak for you," said Yan hang. "It will be ready in a moment. What kind of juice would you like?"

"Juice?" At the beginning, he was stunned, looking at the drink in front of him, "isn't there any juice

"Black pepper," Yan hangle said, "I like black pepper juice."

On the first day of junior high school, he didn't recover until Yan hang walked away with a smile. He said it was the juice on the steak.

While waiting for the steak, he saw Yan hang serving two tables of guests.

It's beautiful.Yan Hang's actions are very natural, but every action is very handsome. He even saw a little sister at a table come out with a mobile phone to take candid photos.

The first day of junior high school was very inspired, so he took out his mobile phone.

When he saw Yan hang coming with a tray covered with a big lid, he secretly pointed his mobile phone at Yan hang.

But.

It wasn't until Yan hang came up to him that the shutter of his mobile phone snapped.

I photographed a huge, fuzzy, white lid.

However, compared with the failure of candid shooting, the click sound of mobile phone is the most depressing one.

"Do you want to shoot me or steak?" Yan hang lifted the lid and took a look at him. The smile from the corner of his mouth was almost overwhelming.

"You," the first day of junior high school, looking at the steak, "don't have a cell phone, don't deserve it, together."

"It's time to change your mobile phone," Yan hang poured the black pepper juice on the steak and sat down. "My father has a new mobile phone, which has been used for a year. Would you like to use it?"

"I have," said junior one, "new."

Yan hang looks at him.

"Apple, apple," the first sigh, "aunt sent, did not dare to let my mother know, know."

"Well, your mother didn't say anything when you took the shoes back last time. A new mobile phone is not allowed to use?" Yan hang said.

"Little, auntie, no way." Junior one looks at the steak.

"The steak is yours," Yan hang picked up a piece of pizza. "Let's eat the pizza together."

The two of us.

Together.

The first day of junior high school suddenly has a very comfortable warmth.

After warming up, I remembered: "you don't, don't eat Don't you have enough to eat? "

"Talking about tongue twister," Yan hang said with a smile, "I'm in a bad mood today. I can't eat anything. Just eat it."

"Oh." Junior one hesitated to pick up the knife and fork.

I've seen how to use knives and forks on TV, but it's the first time he's been eating like this. He's very careful. He's afraid that he might accidentally throw the meat to Yan hang.

Yan Hang is also in a bad mood.

So free and unrestrained Yan hang, will also be in a bad mood?

"You What's the matter? " Junior one asked in a low voice.

"Talk to my dad in the evening." Yan hang said.

Chuyi looks at him with a piece of meat, but he doesn't understand.

"There are some things you want to know, but you are afraid to know," Yan hang said while eating pizza. "You think it's best not to know, but you really don't know, and you don't think it's true to live. If you know, it may be empty."

The first day of junior high school was stunned for a long time, but he didn't understand what Yan hang said: "if you speak Chinese, you can speak the same as English and Chinese."

"Shit," Yan hang laughs, "illiterate."

"I was in junior high school, middle school," junior one said, "illiterate."

Yan hang couldn't stop laughing. He leaned back in his chair for a long time.

The first day of junior high school looked at him and thought that Yan hang had a good laugh and looked very happy.

Why can you still be in a bad mood.

"Why didn't you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.

"I'd like to invite you. I'd like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.

"Then why didn't you say it yesterday and why didn't you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.

Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.

"Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.

"No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it's to prevent, prevent being blocked."

"Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.

The first time I saw him: "son."

"Oh." Yan hang didn't really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.

"It's not him," junior one said. "He doesn't use hide."

"That's another one?" Yan hang sighed.

"Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."

Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"

"See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don't see, it's OK."

"Forget your classmates' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."

"You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"

"I haven't lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I'll call my dad when I'm going to lose."

"Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.

"Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."

Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.

Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.

But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.