A Lucky Coin

“…… How can you prove that it's a prawn when it's all diced Dad's not happy.

"Don't you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.

"No Dad replied quickly.

"It's shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.

"Well, it's acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I'll go to work later, right?"

"Half past ten." Yan hang said.

"I'm going on a visit?" Dad asked.

"Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"

"No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.

"He's not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.

"I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.

Yan hang doesn't quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.

The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it's all about bits and pieces. It's like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.

But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn't have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.

The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village

"I'm going." Yan hang put on his coat.

"Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn't care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."

“…… Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.

After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.

He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn't notice the date and time.

These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can't even determine the year.

But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.

Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.

Because it's the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.

When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss's surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people's design. He just didn't know why he couldn't think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.

"How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "

"Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.

If he didn't have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.

Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.

It's OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can't.

He's going to walk away in a hurry.

That's how you see money as Baba.

I've been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn't save money, so he doesn't have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.

His way of making money is to work. He doesn't know the way his father makes money.

I'm not willing to find out.

"Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.

"Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.

As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".

Yan hang looks at her.

"Don't do it. Don't do it. My cell phone There's no electricity Said the little girl.

Yan hang didn't say anything

"I don't have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.

When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.

He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."

“…… Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.

After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."

The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee."Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.

"What?" Yan hang looks at him.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.

"I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.

"Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."

Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.

"I'll pay attention next time." He said.

"Don't pay attention, it's very good," said boss Li. "It's good to sell one more cup of coffee. It's good to have the spirit of making every penny."

"Ah." Yan hang nodded.

Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn't know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.

He hasn't been working this year. He's not used to standing for such a long time. He won't be tired after running for two hours. It's tiring to stand for several hours.

As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.

Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.

This state, he will generally use running to adjust.

Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it's very comfortable.

But it's not easy to run at this time. It's the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It's probably just the road by the river that's full of holes.

The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.

No running, no running.

When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn't decide whether to run here or not.

The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".

After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.

However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.

Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.

And it looks like it's bending over to find something.

Treasure hunter?

Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.

A second later he froze.

The treasure hunter is junior one.

Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn't plan to have any more contact with the child.

I didn't expect it would be like this again.

He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.

After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.

He couldn't see it any more. He didn't feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.

"Ah He called to the bottom.

There was no response on the first day of junior high school.

Stuttering is hard to hear.

Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.

The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.

"What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.

Junior one looked at him and said nothing.

"Come up!" Yan hang called.

Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.

At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.

"Damn it," Yan hang couldn't bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not

The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.

Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?"

"East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.

"You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.

The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It's not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it's not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high schoolYan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road.

"You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.

"Yes, I did." Junior one said.

"What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.

"Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.

Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait until the first day of junior high school.

He had to add: "notebook ah?"

"Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.

"Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.

Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?

But

"You're just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.

"Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.

"Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.

"Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.

"Oh." He answered.

The two fell into silence.

Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"

Chuichi smiles and doesn't speak.

"Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.

The first day of junior high school still didn't speak.

"Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.

Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.

Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.

"Here you are." He handed over the tissue.

The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.

"Don't you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.

"I've never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.

Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.

"First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.

"Well?" First day of junior high school.

"Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.

The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."

"Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.

"I'm stuttering." Junior one said.

"Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.

The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."

Fart.

Yan hang glanced at him and didn't ask any more.

Although it's not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can't find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.

But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.

But Yan hang didn't want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn't have more than five words.

It's an exception when you're talking.

…… Yan hang couldn't help but stare at him again.

It's amazing.

After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.

Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.

The gold-plated frame can't hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.

He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.

Today, it was still dawn. He didn't twist his foot and saw the road clearly.

Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can't find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.

All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn't find it.

By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.

One dish, one soup.

Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.

"See, it's called prawn. I'm moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"

Yan hang nodded, very moved.

My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can't remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.Today, Dad's mood doesn't seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn't say a word. He just drinks with his head down.

Yan hang was silent.

It wasn't until the TV news said today's date that he regained his mind.

He didn't remember the date when he went out in the morning.

On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.

He didn't ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.

These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.

I've already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.

"No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.

"I'll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.

"I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don't do it. The prawns will die."

Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.

When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.

Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.

As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.

Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"

Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.

There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn't know anything.

Yan hang didn't know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.

Scum one and two.

At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.

He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.

No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.

When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.

"What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.

Rubbish! I think I can't fight and run!

No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.

Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.

No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.

"Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"

"I'll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.

"Go, I'll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.

There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.

The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.

Yan hang whistled behind him.

No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can't run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.

Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn't stop immediately because of his inertia.

He didn't plan to stop, either.

He raised his arm to hold No. 1's fist, and then he grabbed No. 1's shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.

When he let go, number one sat on the ground.

This knee he didn't use force at all, it was all inertia.

Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don't hurt people.

So number one didn't get hurt, but it hurt.

I must still feel like vomiting.

"Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.

No. 1 didn't make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.

When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.

"I'm asking you something." Yan hang said.

"Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn't get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.

Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1's red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.

"Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"

He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.

"What the hell are you doing?" One roared.

"Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don't you usually play like this?"

"When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face."You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang's face slowly disappeared.

"If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What's the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."

At his request, Yan hang slapped him in the face and knocked out half of what he had said.

"I don't stand up for anyone. At first, it's a fart. Can I stand up for him?" Yan hang said in a cold voice, "I tell you that if I beat you, it's fitness. Do you understand? When you see me, don't give me a damn and walk around. "

Number one stares at him and doesn't respond.

"Do you understand?" Yan hang went up to the tip of his nose and roared.

No. 1 didn't expect that he would be like this. He was so surprised that his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Let's go," Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, straightened up and put his hands in his pocket. "Keep running, exercise and defend the country."

Looking at No.1 running and swearing away from the alley, Yan hang whistled happily, moved his arms and walked slowly to the coffee shop.

Today's early morning to vent a pass, the mood can be said to be very good.

I went out in the direction of No.1 running and made two turns. I was already on the street when I went out from the alley.

The road to the coffee shop is on the right, and the bridge is less than 100 meters on the left.

Yan hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the bridge.

Go down the steps and follow the path to the treasure hunting place on the first day of that day.

Give someone away?

The beach is the same as before. The black mud is mixed with pieces of garbage. The water meandering through the cracks of garbage is blowing in the face of a gust of wind forget it.

Yan hang turned and left.

Back on the street, he put on his mask, took out his mobile phone, and first sent a "come to play" on his Weibo, and then started the live broadcast.

Few people watch it at this time, especially the sudden live broadcast, but it doesn't matter at all. He wants to live because he wants to. There is no other reason.

-I'm coming!

-Am I the first one?

there are so many fans coming in.

"I go to work." Yan hang held his mobile phone and took a picture around him. When he changed hands in the middle, the camera passed him.

-Eyes

- ah, brother Xiaotian's eyes are so beautiful

"a coffee shop," Yan hang didn't answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged Hu Zijun with a baby head."

-23333333

- want to see

- what brother Xiaotian is wearing today

"clothes, trousers and shoes." Yan hang replied, shaking his mobile phone down.

-Sportswear again

"wear a skirt next time." Yan hang said.

When he got to the front of the coffee shop, he withdrew from the live broadcast. During working hours, he still had to be serious.

As soon as he put his cell phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the shop.

"I don't know what's going on! I didn't mess with him This voice is inexplicably familiar.

When Yan hang walked into the shop, he saw a man sitting next to the bar with an ice bag in his hand covering his eyes Scum one.

"You really didn't provoke him, you call the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "if you don't want to call the police, you can call back! When I was your age... "

Little scum one turned to see Yan hang, eyes instantly enlarged twice: "I fuck you..."

"You fuck another one!" Boss Li pats the bar and stares at number one.

"That's him!" No.1 jumped down from the bar chair, pointed at Yan hang, and cried out, "it's him! It's him! That's him

Our friend little Nezha.

Yan hang couldn't help singing in his heart.

"That's him! Dad! That's him! Dad Number one, keep roaring.

Yan hang looked at the excited No. 1 and thought for a moment that No. 1 was calling him. If he wanted to say so, he didn't have to be so polite.

Boss Li was a little surprised to see: "he?"