A Lucky Coin

If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in six hours. Moda ~ after today's saying goes, I thought I could relax a lot. At least I put my doubts in front of my father, instead of avoiding them so many years ago, tacitly ignoring the thorn stuck between them.

But it's not easy. On the contrary, it adds resistance and uneasiness.

"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.

It's like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!

Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.

It's normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.

This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.

It's early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It's almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.

He looked out of the window.

"Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"

"He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.

"Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."

"You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I'll fry two dishes for rice today."

"I want to eat Western food." Dad said.

"You just say you don't want to cook." Yan hang said.

"Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.

"OK, I'll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."

"Well, I'll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.

At this moment, sporadic students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan hang looked to the supermarket and found that the gangster was no longer squatting there. He was strolling to the corner with some friends.

Yan Hang's walking posture was very unpleasant to his eyes. He was like a crab with lame legs. He was afraid that he would not be able to see that he was a gangster if he kept his legs.

Two high school boys passed by, and the crab flicked the cigarette end to one of the faces.

The boy turned his head in anger, and the crabs immediately turned around. It was obvious that they were in high spirits. As long as the other side resisted a little, they would rush up.

The boy's classmates gave him a hand and they left.

The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy. He continued to walk forward with his legs swinging.

Yan hang got to the street ahead of them. Now more and more students came home. Yan hang was looking for the first day of junior high school among these students.There's no need to look at the students in groups. Only when they are bullied in the first day of junior high school will they be there. Li Zihao's team hasn't bothered him these days, so he must be alone.

But after watching it for a long time, I didn't see the first day of junior high school.

If it's not the first day of junior high school, it's because he's too short to see.

Crab also came to the street, leaning on the road sign pillar, chatting with people.

The street is very wide. Yan Hang is standing here, but the crab doesn't see it. Otherwise, he will come to find trouble for him.

Just want to make a phone call to ask the first day of junior high school, the mobile phone rang, a message came in.

It's from the first time.

-What are you doing standing there?

Yan hang picks his eyebrows. Is this boy invisible?

He raised his eyes and looked around. There was a T-junction at the corner of the street. There were a lot of people and cars on the busy road. The first day of junior high school could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn't find it after a long time.

"Are you invisible?" Yan hang sent a voice.

-I'm behind the tree

tree? Yan hang was stunned. There was a row of trees on the opposite side of the road. When he saw the fourth one by one, an arm suddenly came out from behind the tree and shook it.

"What the hell?" Yan hang couldn't help laughing, put his cell phone back in his pocket and crossed the road.

Junior one doesn't want to have a conflict with crabs. As long as crabs don't take the initiative to make trouble, Yan hang doesn't intend to take the lead for him. So after crossing the street, Yan hang stands by the tree and looks in front of the shop window.

"How long will you be standing here?" He asked.

"I'll leave early without you." The face of the first day is facing the tree.

"Where are you going?" Yan hang asked.

"Around, a far, OK," the first day of junior high school slanted to look at him, "you buy, buy vegetables?"

"Come out for a walk after you buy it," said Yan hang. "Let's go. Let's see how to get around."

The first day of junior high school didn't speak. He peeped out an eye from behind the tree and looked over at the crab. Then he turned around and went on along the road.

Yan hang followed: "is there a supermarket here? I'll buy some wine later. "

"Yes, I will. I'll take you." Junior high school nodded.

Yan hang followed the first day of junior high school and circled the residential area for most of the time, returning to the road they always passed when they were running.

"Come round here, this is it?" He looked around.

"God, strange." Junior one said, another pointed to the side, "supermarket."

"When is the end of your daily hiding." Yan hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.

"Graduation, it's OK," Chuichi said with a smile, "I'll go and work."

"It's not allowed to recruit child labor now," Yan hang said. "You can only get a fake certificate, but you'll be underage if you look like this. You can't do it."

"Ah." At first I was stunned.

"At least I went to high school," Yan hang said, "any vocational school or technical secondary school will do."

"Yes, it's reasonable," the first day of junior high school seemed to be a little excited suddenly. "In the exam, I'm far away. No one knows me. I'll do it."

"What do you want to learn?" Yan hang asked.

"No, I don't know." Junior one doesn't seem to care much about what to learn.

Yan hang feels that as long as he can leave the current environment, it doesn't matter if he can learn to carry a big bag.

The first day of junior high school, after wandering in the happy imagination for a while, felt something from his pocket and came out: "here, look."

"Show me?" Yan hang took over and said, "I thought you gave it to me. You stutter very skillfully."

"This is too shabby for you." Junior one said.

Yan hang looked at the little thing in his hand. It was a small black stone, which had been ground into a hexagon, and it was actually very fine.

"Niubi," Yan hang scratched on the stone with his fingernails, very hard, "what kind of grinding do you take?"

"On the ground." Junior one said.

“…… Squatting on the floor rubbing Yan hang was surprised, "you have a lot of time."

"Grinding a week, since, self-study class." Chuyi smiles.

"What's the material of the classroom floor in your school?" Yan hang asked.

"Outside, outside," the first day of junior high school said, "when I don't have a teacher, I go out."

"Oh." Yan hang answered, almost able to guess why the first day of junior high school was like this.

"Are you happy?" The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant.

"Don't you say you won't give it to me." Yan hang said.

"Hit it again, polish it, it will look good." First day of junior high school.

"Give it to me when it's polished," said Yan hang. "I'll drill an eye to be a chain."

"Good." Chuyi nodded happily and looked at his ankle again.

"What are you looking at?" Yan hang grabbed his trouser legs and raised them, revealing his ankles. "It's perfect. It's nice to tie a bottle cap."

Junior one did not speak, gave him a clap."Smoke you," Yan hang pointed to him and patted him on the shoulder, "OK, it's safe, go home quickly."

After waving goodbye to Chu Yi, Yan Hang's mood had already slipped all the way, shrinking uneasily at the bottom of the valley.

But when he came home with wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables. There was already the smell of rice in the room, and he felt at ease again.

This tension and relaxation crisscross mood is a bit difficult to control.

"Can you make another patty, baby?" Dad asked.

"All right." Yan hang put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen.

"Add curry --" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.

"Good," Yan replied.

I don't know when he began to like cooking. Chinese food and Western food are all right. Standing at the desk and looking at the ingredients in front of him, who is what kind of flavor, who will have what kind of aroma with whom, who will have what kind of color, and what kind of flavor you want can be predicted and controlled.

It's simpler and clearer than many other things.

It's easy to cook today. After a while, he made three dishes and one soup.

Curry patty, three cups of chicken, sweet and sour ribs, except for a Porphyra egg soup, it's all meat.

Dad took two glass teacups and filled them with wine.

Yan hang sat down and put a piece of ribs in his mouth. As soon as he put it in his mouth, his father over there had already picked up the cup and had a big mouthful of wine.

"Slow down." He took a look at Dad.

"Eating vegetables and drinking wine in a big bowl," my father said with a smile, "people live for decades."

"Our goal is not a hundred years." Yan hang took a drink from the glass.

Compared with Erguotou, he prefers beer, but what Dad loves most is Erguotou, and he likes the cheapest one.

Dad laughed and took another sip. Then he took a piece of meat cake and ate it slowly. After a long time, he said, "I've delayed you."

This puzzling sentence made Yan Hang's chopsticks ready to pick vegetables pause in the air: "how can I say it's the same as that my daughter can't get married."

Dad was happy and looked at him: "if only you were a girl."

"Why didn't you have two at the beginning? Maybe you'll have another one." Yan hang said.

Dad's smile solidified for a moment. Yan hang felt that his words might not be appropriate, but he didn't know how to get them back.

I had to bow my head and take a sip.

"Yes," dad picked up the cup, "mainly There's no chance. "

Yan hang looks at the wine in the glass and doesn't make a sound.

"You were less than two years old when your mother died, and you didn't have time to wait for you to get older." Dad smiles.

It seems that dad is not going to eat tonight, just drink.

Perhaps in order to speed up the process of "chatting", he ate half of the meat pie, drank most of the wine, and filled himself up.

"You deserve to be my son. You're so calm," my father said. "It's been so many years to ask."

Yan hang didn't speak. He took a drink and continued to eat.

"When I was young, I suffered a lot," my father said. "I can't remember where your grandparents came from. I knew that I was worried about how to live day by day. I dared to do anything for money."

"If I knew I was living well now, I would not have to worry about it then." Yan hang said.

Dad laughed, reached over and slapped him on the head: "you boy."

After another sip, he sighed, "how are you doing now?"

Yan hang was silent.

"Your mother, in fact, is not very good-looking," Dad said, "tall, white skin, really not good-looking."

The topic suddenly turned around without warning. Yan hang raised his head and looked at his father.

This is the first time he's ever heard his father mention his mother.

He felt indescribable feelings in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, no emotional sustenance, and even had a kind of curiosity that seemed to explore a stranger for a moment.

But under these, there is a faint smell.

This tall, white, not very good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.

Once that feeling comes up, everything changes.

He suddenly felt like crying.

"But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad laughed.

"It's not appropriate for you to judge your wife like that." Yan hang also laughed.

"It's OK. I said the same thing to her face." Dad took the glass, and the wine had gone down half a cup, "wild and stubborn..."

Dad's voice went down: "you have to marry me.""Face." Yan hang said.

"No," Dad whispered, "what face do you want with her?"

Yan hang didn't speak.

There was a tremor in dad's voice.

After a while, he drank all the wine in the glass. When he poured the wine, his voice was stable again: "your grandparents are very kind to me. I helped them pull the goods from the supermarket downstairs. By the way, I helped them pull a broken fridge and got to know each other. They love to educate people. When they caught me, they went back and forth to educate me and forced me to borrow books."

Yan hang said with a smile: "the goods in your stomach were all saved at that time, right?"

"Well, your mother is ignorant and refuses to read. I've read all her books." Dad said with a smile.

"And then?" Yan hang asked.

"Later, they fell out and said that they would not communicate with each other when they were old." Dad's smile was gone. "They really did not communicate with each other when they were old."

"Why?" Yan hang asked again.

"Because I married your mother," my father sighed. "I wish I didn't marry her. I don't look good. I wish I didn't marry her."

Yan hang looked at his father's hand holding the cup. His knuckles turned white because of his strength. The wine in the cup gently rippled out circles of thin waves. He could see that his hand was shaking badly.

"Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.

"Well." Yan hang answered gently, and suddenly he regretted it.

"That day you slept very honestly, so we went out for a barbecue as soon as possible. When we finished eating, Dad turned his head and looked at him," someone stabbed and robbed people in the street. "

Yan Hang's heart sank suddenly.

"Your mother rushed past, especially fierce, she has always been particularly fierce, she is not a donkey, donkey can not compare with her," Dad said with a smile, "I also quickly past, this kind of thing I have to go up to be decent."

Yan hang stood still in his chair, listening to his father's laughter disappear.

"I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "When I woke up, your mother was lying next to me. When I took her hand, she was cold through..."

"Did you catch anyone?" Yan hang asked with some difficulty.

"No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what the man looked like."

"Let's go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."

Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.

To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.

That's why he always thought that dad was a jerk.

"I don't think I've ever gone out with anyone like this. I'm sure I'm excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked Over there. "

Dad pointed to a fork in the right front: "it's not very far."

It's the way to the river. It's not far away. There are few people.

The fact that he has been hiding from crabs on the first day of junior high school shows that he does not want to have conflicts with crabs, and crabs and Li Zihao certainly have different means of "making fun". In this case, the first day of junior high school will resist. As long as they resist, they will not take far away.

Yan hang followed his father and quickened his pace.

As soon as he could see the willows by the river, Yan hang heard the special laughter of the gangsters. It seemed that all the gangsters in the world had the same standard and could make the same laugh and noise.

"Four," Dad said, "so easy."

Turning around the intersection, Yan hang saw four people standing under the half bright and half dark street lights in front of him, with a figure sitting on the ground in the middle.

The first day of junior high school uniform was really burnt ash. He could recognize it in the wind.

They are still 20 or 30 meters away. Those people didn't notice that someone came here and laughed intently. First, someone kicked the back of junior one, then the crab stepped on the hand of junior one, and the other man bent down and grasped the waist of junior one's trousers.

"It's a dirty thing." Dad said a word.

As soon as this sentence was finished, Chuyi suddenly took out his hand from the foot of the crab and put his head on the nose of the man who pulled his pants.

The man screamed loudly in laughter.

The crab raised his foot and kicked on the head of junior one.

"Damn it." Yan hang scolded in a low voice and rushed over there.

Crab was the first to find someone coming, but Yan Hang's speed made him unable to make any response even if he saw it.

When Yan hang rushed in front of him, he only had time to raise his arm, ready to block the possible attack.

Crab's reaction was quick, but Yan hang didn't greet him.