A Lucky Coin

Yan hang saw the name at a glance.

Yan Shu.

He did not resist a scold: "shameless ah."

"What's the matter? Why don't you use it? " Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.

"I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice," said Yan hang. "Your name is Yan Jidao."

"No, it can't be changed." Dad shook his head.

"Why?" Yan hang said.

"Yan Shu is Yan Jidao's father!" Dad looked at him, "illiterate!"

“…… No, you have to deal with a fake certificate according to historical facts? " Yan hang was speechless. After standing for a while, he didn't know what to say. He sat back in his chair. He was stunned for a while and asked, "how is Yan Shu really his father?"

"Yes, I'll tell you about it?" Dad said.

"Good." Yan hang nodded.

"Yan Jidao is the seventh son of Yan Shu," his father said solemnly, "seven children, you know?"

"Ah." Yan hang looks at him.

"He has six other children, the eldest is Yan Yidao, the second is Yan Liangdao, the third is Yan Sandao," the father counted, "and so on, there are Yan 456..."

Yan hang opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Later, I was confused. I can't remember the time," my father patted his leg. "I called Yan Jidao. Do you remember?"

Yan hang nodded: "almost believe it."

"OK, class is over." Dad waved his hand.

Yan hang stretched and stood up: "I'll go and lie down for a while."

"Come on," Dad said, "get up and talk to me if you can't sleep."

"No, you sleep in your bed." Yan hang enters the toilet.

Dad looks a little tired. He should not have slept these two days. For Yan hang, sleep is very precious.

He runs every night. First, he likes running. Second, he is tired and sleepy.

However, due to the wrong route choice, I came back after a short run, so I didn't feel sleepy at all.

My father went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan hang envied my father. He said that he could sleep when he slept and wake up when he woke up.

After lying numb in his back, he turned over and took a look at his mobile phone. It was three o'clock.

Take the medicine.

Yan hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice, and then withdrew his hand.

Forget it. Try again.

Dad had been worried before: "you'd better control this medicine and don't take it all the time, or you'll lose an option to commit suicide in the future."

Yan hang closed his eyes and laughed for a while.

The first day of junior high school holds his chin. Although the teacher has been knocking on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes have never moved. He has been sitting on a tree outside the window for more than half a class.

The teacher will not care about him, he does not sleep, does not speak, does not move, does not affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.

Especially now the English teacher standing on the platform can't even name him.

Thinking of English, junior one takes his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds and looks at the blackboard. A string of English makes him dizzy.

But it doesn't look as good as those senior people in Yan Hang's circle of friends.

Probably because I don't know more words.

This is the last class. It's just a few minutes away.

Today, he plans to stand at the door of the teacher's office for a while and wait for Li Zihao and others to leave before he goes home.

Yan Hang is too powerful. They should not be able to find Yan Hang's trouble. They usually find him at this time.

On the first day of junior high school, he leaned back on the back of the chair and wanted to tidy up the books in the drawer. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a stabbing pain. He was startled and straightened his back.

A few low laughs came from behind.

It should be a pushpin. He's very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn't look back at the first day of junior high school, and he didn't touch the chair and his back. He just fell on the table.

There is no reaction at this time, any reaction that can attract their attention will make things continue.

It's best if you can be invisible.

This little wish, he said to tree hole, has not obtained this ability for many years.

When the class bell rang, the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed to the door. Now they were hungry. Most of them were in a hurry to go home or eat at the door.

When several people passed by him, they patted him on the head. On the first day of junior high school, they ignored him, put the things on the table into the drawer, and then stood up.

Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.

Sure enough, a pushpin was stuck there by tape.

At the beginning of the new year, I picked out a thumbtack and pressed it on the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nail, I threw it into the drawer.

When I got out of the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher's office, the road was blocked."Where's your boss?" Li Zihao asked.

The first day of junior high school didn't make a sound, didn't look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.

"Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao's good friends blocked his way back.

He sighed and stood still.

"Come on, let's go home together." Li Zihao pushed him to the school gate.

Although the first day of junior high school is not very willing, but they are still a few people all the way to the school gate.

He didn't care much about what would happen next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store and buy a notebook.

It seems that there is no chance.

"Aren't you arrogant?" After Li Zihao left the school, he gave him a push.

Junior one wants to say that I'm not arrogant. When did I become arrogant? Isn't Yan hang arrogant Li Zihao is really not a boss. He can't even find the right target.

Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "your boss didn't mean to cover..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by a whistle from the front.

This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan hang, the first day of junior high school has never heard anyone around him who can whistle so cleanly.

Li Zihao was about the same as him. When he heard the whistle, he stopped.

The first day of junior high school, I raised my eyes and looked forward. There was a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.

Sports pants, masks, elbows in the legs, are leaning to look this way, holding a mobile phone is facing this side.

"Damn it." Li Zihao expressed his depression in one word.

The first day of junior high school was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether Yan hang was here to "cover him up" or just shoot a video or broadcast it directly.

After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued.".

Just like this, until Yan hang put his mobile phone back in his pocket and gently tilted his head towards him, he bowed his head and walked quickly.

Yan hang jumped down from the railing, didn't say anything, turned around and went straight ahead.

Junior one bowed his head behind him.

When he got to the intersection, Yan hang thought about taking junior one to the noodle shop he went to with his father that day to have something to eat. Junior one behind him said, "here, here."

"Well?" Yan hang looks back at him.

"I'll go this way," Chuyi pointed to the right side of the road, opposite to his way home. "Thank you."

Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan hang couldn't understand what the first day of junior high school said. He pointed to himself: "you go there, what about me?"

"Go home." Junior one said.

Yan hang glared at him and said after several seconds, "do you believe I'll smoke you now?"

Junior one looked at him and said nothing.

“…… What are you doing over there? " Yan hang asked.

"Buy a pen, a notebook." The first day of junior high school.

"Pen and notebook?" Yan hang Leng Leng, almost speechless, after a while he just waved, "let's go, I'll go with you."

"Notes, Ben." The first day of junior high school.

"Ah Yan hang looked up and yelled, then sighed, "I know, it's a notebook, there's no pen."

"Well." Just a little bit.

Every time he went to a new place, Yan hang would be bored for a few days. He didn't know what to do to pass the time.

However, he would meddle in the business of the first day of junior high school, and would specially come to wait for the first day of junior high school to finish school. He would endure the occasional irritability of the first day of junior high school, not all because of boredom.

Dad always hoped that he could "contact" more people. Every time he worked, he would be able to contact a lot of people as an answer. In fact, he knew why dad said that.

He has no friends.

However, he didn't seem to have the conditions to make friends for the internal reasons. Dad knew that, so he just talked about it every time, and then he didn't talk about it any more.

The first year of junior high school is the most interesting one among the few people he has met in the past two years, except for his colleagues and landlords.

Junior one took him to a small stationery shop, stopped to see him: "here."

"Well," Yan hang nodded, "I'll wait for you outside. You'll treat me to dinner later."

"I have no money." Junior one said.

"Ten yuan is enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan hang said.

"Oh." The first day of junior high school answered and turned to enter the shop.

Yan hang looked at the shop. There was a stool beside the cash register. He carried the stool out and sat at the door to see the scenery.

The boss poked his head out of the shop and looked at him. He looked at the boss and said, "hmm?"

The boss didn't speak and went back to the store.

Stationery shop for people who have difficulty in choosing should be regarded as hell. I don't know if there is such a disease in grade one, but I have to choose for a while.

Yan hang took out his mobile phone to see the news. As soon as he lit up the screen, a figure stood next to him.He looked up and saw that it was the first day of junior high school. He was holding the notebook he had bought.

"So fast?" Yan hang Leng Leng, "you are not without the choice of difficult disease, you are simply blind, right? If you go in and touch it, you'll get it. "

"Why don't you," Chuichi looked at him, "sit down, sit down for a while."

“…… Are you always bullied because you don't have a good mouth? " Yan hang stood up, put the stool back in the shop, said thank you to the boss, and then came out to rush to the first day of junior high school and said, "let's go and eat."

Junior one did not make a sound, continue to follow him.

Yan hang said that let the first day of junior high school treat, that is to say, he is going to find a place to eat. If the first day of junior high school is willing, he will eat together.

All the way back in silence, to the door of the beef noodle shop, the first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.

"Noodles?" Yan hang asked.

The first day of junior high school took out a piece of ten yuan in his pocket and handed it over: "here you are."

"What for?" Yan hang was shocked.

"You eat noodles." Junior one said.

"You see?" Yan hang asked.

"Go home." Junior one said calmly.

Yan hang looked at him for a long time and then asked, "are you from the earth?"

"Fire, Mars," Chuichi said with a smile, "big I'm afraid

Yan hang had no temper, took the money in his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the shop: "ten yuan is not enough."

"Plain, ten, ten." The first time I saw it, I said it without looking at it.

“…… I can't live without meat. " Yan hang said.

The first time I thought about it, I waved to him: "come on."

Yan hang followed him, walked out of the street, turned into an alley, and couldn't help asking, "where are you going?"

The first day of junior high school didn't speak, and then walked forward for a while. He raised his hand and pointed to a small shop beside him: "look."

Yan hang turned around.

It's also a beef noodle shop. It's a little bit shabby and much smaller than the previous one. The cashier's desk is all at the door, and it says 10 yuan for beef noodle.

“…… I'll fuck you. " Yan hang was completely speechless.

"Meaning, meaning or not, outside?" The first day of junior high school said, "don't be surprised..."

"Shut up." Yan hang said.

When junior one is going to buy beef noodles, Yan hang reaches for his arm and says, "junior one."

"Well?" Junior one looks back at him.

"I'm kidding," said Yan hang. "I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding."

"Ah?" The calm expression of the first day of junior high school has changed, and the tone is full of sudden realization, "Oh..."

"You go back." Yan hang leaned back to a tree, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and put one in his mouth.

I raised my eyes and found that junior one was still looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" said Yan hang. "I'm scared."

"Thank you." Junior one said.

"Thank you. Thank you twice." Yan hang lights his cigarette.

"No, no more, no more," Chuichi whispered. "School."

Yan hang glanced at him.

"Another year and a half," the first day of junior high school said, "you go every day, every day, don't you?"

Yan hang suddenly didn't know what to say.

Chuyi smiles and turns around.

Yan hang leaned under the tree to finish smoking before he patted his clothes and walked back slowly.

The first day of junior high school made him feel bad.

When I got home, my father was making dumplings.

"Come on, how did you make that kind of goldfish dumpling last time?" Dad said.

Yan hang washed his hands, sat down at the tea table, took a dumpling skin, made a goldfish dumpling and put it in front of his father.

"What? Have you not gone out to be a messenger of justice? " Dad looked at him. "Failed?"

"Ah," Yan hang answered with a smile, "yes."

Dad did not speak, took a piece of dumpling skin to learn him to wrap the goldfish slowly.

"Lao Yan," Yan hang leaned back on his chair and looked at him. He touched his pocket and forgot to return the ten yuan he had given to junior one. "Have you ever seen someone who can accept his life with special ease and is not affected at all?"

"You." Dad said.

"I'm not calm," Yan said. "I just look indifferent."

"How do you know if someone else is not," he said with a smile, "who really has no idea."

Yan hang didn't speak.

"Did you look for a job this morning?" Dad asked.

"Yes, take Yan Jidao's ID card." Yan hang said.

"How's it going?" Dad asked with a smile.

"I'll go to work tomorrow," said Yan hang. "It's very close. It's a coffee shop next to 846."

"How did you say it was so smooth?" Dad asked.

"That's it. I asked if you could recruit people. People said what you could do. I said I could do all the food you eat here." Yan hang said."Very good, what we want is this shameless bravado," Dad nodded, "and then?"

"Let me make cheesecake, and I'll do it," said Yan hang. "Then the boss asked me if I want to go to the kitchen?"

"You say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.

"Yes." Yan hang nodded.

After a short silence, he was happy with his father and giggled for a long time.

"You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said while he was happy.

"I'm only 17 years old," Yan hang said, putting his legs on the tea table. "It's just a forced act."

Dad kicked his leg off the tea table.

"Age." Yan hang said.

When I got home on the first day of junior high school, my grandparents and my mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother's face was very gloomy.

In his memory, his mother hardly ever laughed. Most of the time, she kept a downward expression on the corner of her mouth. With the growth of age, when the law lines were connected with the corners of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.

"There are dumplings in the fridge. Go and cook them." Seeing him come in, mom said.

"Well." On the first day of junior high school, I put down my notebook and put a pile of shoes on the shoe rack. Then I went into the kitchen.

"There's no water station at all?" Asked my grandfather.

"It's the news this month, but now it's all gone," my mother said. "What else can I do?"

Junior one in the kitchen while boiling water to prepare dumplings, while listening to the living room.

My mother has been working in a water station. Last month, the water station said that business was bad. After half a month's holiday, my mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. Now it should be yellow.

"Er Ping said that she would introduce her job to you. Did she?" Grandma asked.

"Let me go to their kindergarten to be a nurse," my mother said in an angry tone, "don't you mean to annoy me! Is there anyone who does this? "

"She's a teacher and you're a nurse?" "What the hell!" he cried

"She didn't say they were recruiting kindergarten teachers before! How come it's a conservation job for my family! " Grandma was very dissatisfied with the voice, "clearly bullying people ah!"

On the first day of junior high school, I closed the door of the kitchen and stood by the stove, watching a pot of water.

When the water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.

If you remember correctly, he went to the opposite supermarket to buy it, at least three months ago.

He looked in the fridge and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said these two bags.

He had to take these two bags of dumplings apart and have a look. The dumplings have been glued together.

He hesitated to open the kitchen door and poked out his head: "dumplings are very good, for a long time."

"How long can it last! It's not bad, "my mother frowned." it's ok if you can eat. Which childe are you so particular about? You should go to your aunt's house. "

The first day of junior high school, without making a sound, returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.

When the water was boiling, he took out his mobile phone and exchanged ideas with it for a long time. He made an expression in his circle of friends.

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when Yan hang saw the tree cave, the secret in the tree cave was not a secret.

Although he didn't remember what secrets were in it.

It's nothing more than ordinary trifles, just like he is in other people's eyes.

"Do you want to speak out?" Yan hang propped up the tree trunk and looked into the cave.

The first day of junior high school was not happy that Yan hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree cave, but he still nodded: "I made a noise."

Yan hang shouldn't care about his broken tree hole. Maybe he won't be interested in playing once. If he has a bad brain, he will come here to talk about it.

"I'm so bored." Yan hang said a word to the inside.

The tree hole is a little low for the first day of junior high school. When Yan hang wants to talk to the tree hole, he has to take a horse step. This posture is very funny.

But junior one didn't laugh. If he did, Yan hang might be unhappy. He didn't want to make anyone unhappy.

Yan hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands. He was probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.

This action makes junior one feel a little embarrassed, just like someone touching the chair when they come to the house as a guest.

He never thought about it. Is the entrance of the tree hole dirty or not?

He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn't notice.

Yan hang glanced at him: "his face is not dirty."

"Oh." Chuichi smiles.

"Have you finished talking?" Yan hang asked.

"Tomorrow, Fang Chang." Junior one said.

"You're quite interesting," Yan hang said with a smile. "I ask you, can this road go straight to the street?"

"Yes." Junior one said.

"How far is it?" Yan hang asked again.

"I don't know," junior thought, "run, run for five minutes.""Run over?" Yan hang sighed, "OK, what's the speed

"Run for life," junior one said, "at a faster speed."