A Lucky Coin

- will you still see that kid today?

Someone asked again.

"That kid I don't know, "Yan hang looked sideways into the living room," go to the window and wait. "

-I hope I won't be bullied again today. I feel sorry for him.

Yan hang didn't speak. He got up and walked slowly to the window of the living room to stand.

This is the first time in his 17 years of life that he has moved with his father and lived in many houses.

This time, it's on the first floor, facing a small street. It's very clean. It's better than the house behind the vegetable market before, at least it doesn't smell strange.

It's a little noisy except after school.

The residential area is very large. Many children, big and small, pass this road after school.

Yan hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.

It's still a little cold. It's cool in the wind. It's like a mint when I take a breath.

He likes this windowsill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is connected with the windowsill. It can be regarded as a fake bay window. It's very comfortable to bask in the sun in the afternoon.

The child you want to see hasn't passed yet.

But it should be almost. He passes by later than other students every day. I don't know whether it's to stagger the time to go home with his classmates or to be stopped at school.

Yan hang put his cell phone on the windowsill and pointed it out. He didn't look at the screen or make any more noise.

After two or three minutes, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.

Yan hang picked up his mobile phone and said, "here we are. Let's see what kind of performance these withered branches and leaves of our motherland will have today."

After the students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one. Several of them had been painted on the screen. Is it safe today?

"It's not safe," said Yan hang. "That schoolbag is his."

The schoolbag is very old. It changes shape when it is thrown around. It is square, long and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, some books or pens will fall out.

But today's withered branches and leaves are milder than usual. I didn't do it.

The protagonist of this live broadcast follows in silence, stooping to pick up the falling things from time to time.

He didn't look at those people who threw his schoolbag and coaxed him at the same time as well as his own schoolbag, as if those people and things didn't exist at all, so he walked slowly with his hands full of things. When those people stopped, he stood by in silence.

There were not many things in the schoolbag. It was empty after two minutes. The students threw the schoolbag. One of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground. Then a group of people happily stepped on the things on the ground and went on.

When the child squatted down to pick up things, Yan hang jumped down from the windowsill and went back to the house.

-No more?

Someone on the screen asked.

"No," said Yan hang, "mourning."

With that, he didn't look at the screen any more. He just quit, threw his cell phone aside and leaned back on the chair.

Looking at the school uniform, these students should be from the junior middle school next to No. 82 middle school. When Yan hang went out to eat at noon, he wanted to walk for a while. Because he got lost, he walked in front of No. 82 middle school three times and was very impressed.

The school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out and glared at him. They watched him for more than 100 meters. Yan hang wanted to give him a kiss.

From the day he moved here, for four days in a row, no matter whether he finished school at noon or in the afternoon, he could almost see that the child who had been thrown his schoolbag was bullied by all kinds of people. The bullies and the forms of being bullied were different every time.

Yan hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after he moved, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too sad.

He took a look at the time, put on his headphones, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Do you love me?

do you need me?

do you want me?

do you love me?

he hummed along with the music in his headphones, adding a line after each song.

“No。”

Half asleep and half awake, Yan hang heard the door ring, and then his father's voice, which had disappeared for a day and a half, said, "I'm back."

Yan hang didn't make a sound. He was very sleepy.

"Honey?" Dad put things while he called, "dear prince?"

Yan hang sighed in his heart. Just as he was struggling to wake up, his father came into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan hang!"

Without waiting for him to open his eyes, he felt that his arm was caught by his father and suddenly pulled up: "what's the matter with Yan hang?""Fuck me," Yan hang opened his eyes with a frown. His arm was pulled numb and his neck cracked. "If I really committed suicide, I'll let you die now."

"Why do you lie in bed at this time?" Dad asked.

"Sleepy," Yan hang looked at him, "you are in a good mood today, Emperor."

"I made some money," Dad said with a smile, turned and went out, "get up, let's go to the restaurant By the way, I found a set of College English for you. People say it's an English book and intensive reading I don't understand. Can you see? "

"Anything will do." Yan hang took off his earplug and got out of bed.

"My son is such a bull that he has never been to college," my father said in the living room. "He just can read College English."

"I have a primary school diploma." Yan hang leaned to the door.

"Yes," Dad nodded, "I've been collecting, our heirloom."

“…… Go to dinner. " Yan hang sighed.

It's only two days since he moved here. I don't know where there is a good restaurant. Yan hang wanted to check it with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.

"How about going out along this road and turning left to see the second restaurant?" Dad said.

"Well." Yan hang nodded.

From childhood to adulthood, my father likes to do this. With him, he makes all kinds of unknowns. It's a game that has been played for more than ten years.

Sometimes the ending is a surprise, sometimes a shock.

Sometimes it's The meat hurts.

Like today.

When they rent the house, the intermediary blows very loud, as if they want to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can almost judge the situation of the house by asking the price.

It's really an old community.

But unexpectedly, the intermediary did not blow too far, because it was a prosperous street full of modern atmosphere at the end of the road pointed by my father.

So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.

"What to do?" Dad turned to look at him.

"Choose your own shop and eat it with your heart in your hand." Yan hang said.

"Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.

It's very smart when I go in. In fact, there are many situations like today. Every time my father is very smart, but it's not necessarily when I come out.

"Crown prince," my father stood by the side of the road and touched his stomach, "do you think we ate this meal or didn't?"

"Yes." Yan hang answered truthfully.

"Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.

"940 yuan. I got a card and saved 1000 yuan. I gave it a 10% discount," Yan said. "It cost 846 yuan."

"It doesn't seem to be my illusion," Dad took the card out of the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. You can eat when you want to eat."

"Big hand." Yan hang took a look at him and stuffed the card into his trouser pocket.

"Go back?" Dad asked.

"Noodles, please." Yan hang said.

"Well?" Dad looked at him, "we just ate a small thousand of daily ingredients, don't you think it's an insult to that 846 to go out and eat noodles?"

"Eat or not?" Yan hang asked.

"Walk, walk," Dad pushed him back to the street, "when I came over, I saw a beef noodle shop..."

This beef noodle shop is not bad. The bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the beef is covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.

"This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.

"Well," Yan hang nodded as he ate, "eat first, and then go back and give you a thousand yuan in silence."

"Good." Dad bowed his head and began to eat.

When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "sailing."

"Ah." Yan hang answered.

"Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked, "I think it's a good place. Maybe I'll stay longer."

"No Yan hang replied quickly.

"I don't want to go," my father said simply. "I see you always read books at home, and wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so you can have more contact with people."

"It's two different things. I can get in touch with people when I work," Yan said. "Besides, I never wanted to go to school. I didn't want to go to primary school."

"Yes, I have to ask if I can drop out of school," my father said with a smile. "I've been scolded by your teacher Lu."

Yan hang smiles.

Mr. Lu is the only teacher he can remember. She is a very kind old lady. The last time I saw her was the graduation ceremony of primary school.

The old lady expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.

"Such a good child," she said, "I'm afraid I'll be taught bad by your father in the future."

Not long after I got home, my father went out again without saying where to go.Yan hang didn't ask. He had never asked for so many years. Dad didn't appear and disappear regularly. What did he do.

I'll come back anyway.

I'm used to it.

Dad gave him a strong sense of security at the same time, but also has brought him deep anxiety.

He cleaned up the things in his room. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still had to take them out and put them away.

He doesn't have many things, a suitcase for clothes, and a bag for his various gadgets.

Dad has fewer things, and a few clothes in his luggage bag are all. Sometimes he feels that Dad's life is like a journey, and it's all short distance.

He can't count how many places he has been with his father and how many places he has changed. Sometimes he doesn't even rent a room. He stays in a hotel directly. Sometimes he goes back to his old place several times.

"I want to go back to the old place," Yan hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."

Yan hang glanced at a pile of private messages on the microblog. He didn't have any interesting content. He asked him if he would live today. After answering "no", he threw his mobile phone aside and put on the earphone.

Recently, I had insomnia. I felt sleepy in the afternoon, and I was dragged away by my father's arm.

Yan hang wears headphones and stares at the ceiling. In order to coax him to sleep, all he hears is the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, and the gentle guitar It's no use lying on my back.

So he got up and changed into a sportswear and went out the door.

Now it's almost three o'clock in the middle of the night. There are no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car swishes past under the lonely street lights.

The end of the road is bustling, when the most lively neon will reflect the night sky red.

And his position, many cities will have, close behind the prosperity of the dilapidated, like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.

Yan hang put on his earphone, changed his running song, took a breath and began to run forward.

He likes running. It's the best way for him to pass the time.

He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No.82 middle school, ran around the school for a few times, then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store he ate today, he came back two more to commemorate.

After running all the roads around him and sweating in the north wind, he went home.

After the bath, he rummaged in his bag, took two pills, and rushed to the bed. Exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.

Plus the medicine, he didn't get up until noon.

It took me five minutes to find out that it was noon.

With a little dizzy sleep and no appetite, Yan hang gave up his lunch, touched an English book brought back by his father and sat on the windowsill.

Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading more than a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.

It's almost time again. Yan hang turns his mobile phone. If there is no child, he will only live when he is extremely bored. Now, apart from his few boring fans, he is also curious about the child.

Will you fight back?

To what extent will we fight back?

Yan hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame and turned on his mobile phone.

Sure enough, many people were waiting anxiously to see it. He quietly turned the camera to the street, and soon someone was discussing it.

Why does this happen? Why nobody cares? Yan hang sighs.

There are so many whys. He didn't ask why for a long time.

A few minutes later, the live protagonist walked into the camera for the first time in a few days.

He was pushed.

From the window sill, you can see about 100 meters of the street outside. It's not clear what the road to the school is like before that. However, this 100 meters is the last part of the road before these little bastards go home. Generally, it's like the high tide before a good play ends.

The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.

Maybe it's just an unconscious action, but it's really the first action close to "resistance" in recent days.

Then several boys walked into the camera and kicked him in the back.

Yan hang tut.

It's heavy.

Then another boy kicked his leg.

According to this trend, it is estimated that it will take one person to kick away.

Next to a few stalls selling snacks boss can not see past, there are two people shouting a few.

But it didn't work. A few boys fought back.

After watching this for several days, Yan hang almost understood that the child would not resist. He didn't know whether it was an illusion or not. He even acted very calm, like isolating himself in another world, unable to hear, see or feel.But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most irritating. Based on Yan Hang's experience, they will not stop until he has a response.

So while walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took a glass cup out of his bag and threw it on the shoulder of the protagonist.

A very thick cup broke unexpectedly.

"It's a bit too much today." Yan hang said a word, the foot lightly pedal, jumped down the windowsill.

-Brother Xiaotian, do you want to do it?

- pay attention to safety, or let's call the police.

there are several brushes on the screen. Yan hang puts his hand in his pocket and touches it. There is only one mask, not even a key.

"I don't know," he said. "I can't watch it. It's too sad."

After crossing the street, Yan hang saw the protagonist's face for the first time in a few days.

It's not an illusion. The expression on his face is calm.

It was very calm.

It's so calm that people feel extremely uncomfortable. I can't say whether it's sadness or anything else. After all, Yan hang has only a primary school diploma and can't find a suitable adjective.

Half of the broken cup didn't fall to the ground. The rope on the water cup hooked the boy's finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the cup to the protagonist's face again, Yan hang whistled.

It's very loud. Besides running in a daze, Yan Hang's best is probably whistling.

My father likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan hang was trained to play duets with him before he was in primary school. The two of them sit on the side of the road and blow at the passing girls every day.

The whistle attracted the attention of a few little bastards and turned to look at him.

Yan hang walked over and said nothing. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a roadside tree and faced the live broadcast. Then he took out his mask and put it on. For such a long time, he never showed his face and had to keep the tradition.

The screen was very busy, but he didn't have time to see it. Several small scum had turned around, and two of them had come to him.

"Sick?" A boy asked, staring at him.

"From today on," Yan hang pointed to the protagonist, "he belongs to me."

On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.

My mother didn't pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn't notice it.

But he hasn't talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?

After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.

But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn't have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it's just to make her splash and be happy.

Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn't seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.

It's impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.

In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people's attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.

A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn't fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.

Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.

For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.

In my life, I probably can't have the aura of Yan hang.

Full of arrogance.

He doesn't need Yan Hang's protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.

It's been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It's very common, very common and plain communication.

What's more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.

Good students, bad students do not have the kind.

It's a pity.

If only we didn't get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don't need to worry about Yan Hang's going to leave one day.

Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.

"First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.

Junior one bowed his head and didn't respond. He didn't need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.

Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won't do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.

You don't even have to run.

"Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn't your boss send you to school?"On the first day of junior high school, keep going.

"Does your boss think it's over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.

How to fight?

Yan hang hit Li Zihao?

I was a little surprised.

"You give him a message. If my father didn't stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"

Junior one couldn't help looking at Li Zihao.

"It's just a waiter in my father's shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it's opened. I don't know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"

Li Zihao's father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn't expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao's shop.

And hit Li Zihao?

And get fired?

"Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.

The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.

"Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"

The first day of junior high school didn't make a sound. After a pause, he went on.