A Lucky Coin

When a secret is discovered, it is no secret.

Yan hang saw the tree cave. The secret in the tree cave is 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."

Yan hang didn't make a sound and stared at him.

The first day of junior high school didn't say anything. Yan Hang's fighting power was very strong. He didn't have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan hang probably couldn't understand the speed of escape.

"You save my phone, add a friend," Yan hang thought, took out his mobile phone, "if you have something, you can find me."

He didn't make a sound on the first day of junior high school. He thought Yan hang was a little strange.

In his memory, it seems that he never met someone who would treat himself so It doesn't seem to be to further humiliate his strangers.

"What's the matter?" Yan hang looked at him, "no cell phone?"

"Yes." Junior one hesitated.

"Have you been bullied out of the shadow?" Yan hang narrowed his eyes impatiently. "I want to rob your mobile phone. Do you still need to ask you to take it out? I can't even take your mobile phone, your clothes and your cigarette for three minutes. "

Yan Hang's attitude made him a little nervous and quickly took out his mobile phone.

"I'll sweep you." Yan hang nodded a few times on his mobile phone.

"Well." The first day of junior high school, I pressed my cell phone.

Then they both looked at the dark screen of the mobile phone in silence.

Five seconds later, Yan hang couldn't help saying, "I don't usually ask people like this..."

Are you mentally handicapped?

"Wait." First day, I rubbed my nose.

"What are you waiting for?" Yan hang said, "wait for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"

"Well," Chuichi nodded solemnly. Just as Yan hang wanted to turn around and walk away, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "lit up."

“…… Do you use your own ideas? " Yan hang asked.

"Cow, cow force?" Junior one looked up at him.

Yan hang didn't speak.

The first point is the wechat icon on the desktop.

Yan hang put his mobile phone together to prepare to scan, but he got into the waiting.

Five seconds later, the wechat interface was displayed, and then ten seconds later, Yan hang took back the mobile phone he was ready to scan, holding his arm and looking at the mobile phone he was communicating with on the first day of junior high school.

The picture has changed. The first time I poked it, then I waited, and finally I pointed out the QR code.

Yan hang sighed and swept his locked mobile phone: "it's time to change it."

"Also, it can be used," Chuyi smiles and looks at the mobile phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."

"Heaven." Yan hang helped him finish.

"That sounds good." Junior one said.

Yan hang took a look at the nickname of the first day of junior high school, which was a simple "1". He couldn't see it if he didn't pay attention. He wanted to compliment politely, but he didn't know where to start.

"Let's run for our lives. Let's see what the speed is." Yan hang put his cell phone back in his pocket."I'll go back, home." Junior one said, shaking the bag in his hand.

This proposal sounds like what he just said to the tree cave should be the voice of his heart. Yan Hang is probably very boring.

Yan hang looked at the bag and said, "am I right? Little kids still smoke. Buy one. "

"Running errands." Junior one said.

"For your grandmother?" Yan hang asked. Thinking about it, he gave a thumbs up, "your grandmother has a lot of character."

Junior one didn't speak, not very happy.

"You go back," Yan hang waved, "I ran for my life."

On the first day of junior high school, he turned around with a bag and walked no more than two steps. Yan Hang's voice came back: "is there many people running on this road?"

The first day of junior high school: "no one."

"Why, the environment is not so good..." Yan hang ran to his side and turned his head to talk. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shook his head. Maybe he stepped on the pit and staggered for two steps

"Because," junior one looked at him, "he would fall."

Because there are no lights, the river is still rancid, the road is still rotten, and the legend is still haunted.

There are many reasons, but junior one can't express as freely as he thought. He usually chooses short words.

"Come on, let's go." Yan hang estimated that he was very depressed, moving his ankles and running forward.

On the first day of junior high school, I lowered my head and walked slowly along the wall. When I got downstairs, a car honked its horn behind me.

Although he felt that his position could not be still in the way, he still gave way to the side and pushed his shoulder against the wall.

"Dog!" He was called by a nickname.

On the first day of junior high school, I turned my head and saw a white car behind me. The window of the copilot was put down and there was a round smiling face inside.

"Auntie." He went over.

Little aunt is er Ping, not his own aunt, but his cousin. Grandma is little aunt's own aunt.

However, the relationship between the two families has not been good. Grandma and aunt quarrel when they meet. Little aunt and mother fight from childhood to adulthood, but junior one likes her very much.

"Just wanted to call you out," my aunt got out of the car, "where have you been?"

Chuyi shook the bag in his hand.

"Buy cigarettes for your grandma again?" My aunt said.

I nodded at first.

"Come on, get in the car." My aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.

The first day of junior high school, I got into the car and said hello to my uncle.

"Is the dog growing? It's higher than the Spring Festival, isn't it My little uncle said.

"Hallucination, hallucination." Junior one said.

"It's a little higher. It's the third day of the next semester, and the little boys are all scurrying now." my aunt also got on the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "here, my aunt gave it to you."

The first day of junior high school is a mobile phone without opening it.

During the Spring Festival, my aunt said that she would give him a mobile phone. For this, my mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the lunar new year. My mother felt that my aunt was scolding her, and my aunt felt that my mother had something wrong with her.

"Take it," said the little aunt. "If your mother asks, she says I gave it. She's going to smash it. You tell me, I'll buy you another one."

"Thank you, auntie." Junior one said.

"You're welcome. My aunt just wants you to be like other children," she looked at him and sighed, "evil."

As soon as I looked out of the window of the car, my aunt always talked with him for a while. But today, because he came out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree cave and talked with Yan hang for a while. It's a lot longer than the normal time. He's afraid that if he doesn't go back, grandma will get angry.

But the little aunt just came, if he said he wanted to leave, he was afraid that the little aunt would not be happy.

This kind of tangle makes him very helpless, low head is picking gently on mobile phone box.

"Go back," my aunt said, "just come out and buy a cigarette. If you go back late, your grandmother should be crazy again."

"Well." Just a little bit.

When he returned downstairs, he first stood at the garbage can and removed the mobile phone box, took out the mobile phone and accessories, stuffed them into his trouser pocket, threw away the box, and then entered the corridor.

As soon as the door opened, grandma's voice burst out from the crack of the door: "the old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"

"No, not necessarily." Junior one whispered.

"What are you talking about?" Grandma came with the dog in her arms.

"No The first day of junior high school, he raised his hand to protect his head, and handed the bag with the other hand.

Grandma took the cigarette, turned around and walked two steps, then turned back: "where's the money back! You want to swallow my money, don't you

Junior one pointed to the bag: "inside."

Grandma was worried about smoking, so she didn't scold him any more. She threw the dog on the ground and walked away.

The dog was an old dog. She threw it on the ground and rolled to the wall without stopping.

The first day of junior high school, I picked it up and put it back into its own nest. Then I pinched its paws."Pour a glass of water." Mom said something behind her.

As soon as I got up, I washed my hands and poured a glass of water for my mother.

"Do your homework," my mother gave him a squint, "midterm exam to test a 20 points back, I'll mount the wall for you."

On the first day of junior high school, he sat down at his desk and turned on the desk lamp.

I was relieved.

Although he doesn't like to go to school and do his homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that completely belongs to him.

As soon as the light came on, all the unhappiness, nervousness and fear disappeared.

There is no rule about when he should go to bed at home. He usually goes to bed after his grandmother and grandfather have finished snoring.

Today, my grandfather went to live in his aunt's house, so my grandmother's snoring was a little thin, and she didn't have the usual momentum.

Junior one took out the mobile phone, aunt hand is very generous, but this mobile phone he did not dare to use.

As long as he dares to take it out, mom can see it at a glance.

Mom sees people and looks at her mobile phone first. By the way, is it apple?

In my mother's opinion, only apple can be regarded as a mobile phone. Pears, bananas and sugarcane are rubbish.

Junior one took out his mobile phone, picked out the mobile phone card and installed it in the new mobile phone.

When he turned on the phone, he suddenly thought of something. He jumped up, covered his cell phone in his stomach and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he found that there was no music on.

Although not very used to, but this mobile phone is very easy to use, first day squatting in the toilet, holding the mobile phone.

The previous mobile phone was eliminated by Dad. It had been used for three years before it was eliminated, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He tried to provide the mobile phone like his ancestors, but still could not stop it from entering the stage of mind communication.

Squatting a little tired, first day sat on the ground, tossed for a long time to open the wechat.

The speed is swishing.

He looked at the circle of friends, the latest several are sent by students, he never participated in the discussion, it is estimated that his classmates have not remembered his friends and he.

Usually, he seldom looks at his circle of friends, but today he keeps turning down. Maybe his mobile phone is too quick to stop.

I also saw a circle of friends sent by my mother in the afternoon.

A few pictures, all of them are bags. You can see that they were taken on the display shelf in the store. They are also very clear. Even his local goods can recognize Lv.

One more sentence.

-Guess how much these bags cost?

The first day of junior high school sighed. This circle of friends must be divided into groups, at least blocking her two Ping family.

But it still embarrassed him.

So he quickly turned down.

The day of torture.

He stopped, and then he reacted. It's not that the mobile phone reacts too fast to keep turning down.

-Time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.

in his circle of friends, Yan Hang's content is almost like crossing from another world.

He ordered into Yan Hang's photo album.

The frequency of Yan Hangfa's circle of friends is about once a day, but he only sees the second one.

-My solid pervades the sky when the night falls.

Then he stepped back and took his cell phone.

Yan Hang's circle of friends is all English, not a single Chinese word.

Very advanced.

It's much more advanced than those people like Li Zihao.

After playing with a mobile phone, junior one changed the phone card back to his old one and hid the new one in the drawer of his desk.

Yan hang ran along the road by the river and turned from a small horizontal alley.

Before there was no street lamp, it was OK to step on the pit while running. It was easy to have a lamp. He saw a piece of garbage near the river bank that could soon complete the task of land reclamation.

I probably know why no one has come here to run. After two months, it's hot, and it's not sure what it's like.

Junior one actually picked a tree hole in such a place, which is quite creative.

For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.

After running out of the alley, he lost his way.

Standing on a small street he had never seen in so many days since he moved here, fortunately, he didn't run much for a while. Even if he lost his way, it would not be too far from where he lived.

He took out his cell phone, turned on the navigation and looked at the map.

I found my way back at a glance.

It's hard for him to get lost when he was five years old and he could read maps and go to strange cities, towns and even villages with his father.Maybe that's why.

Most of the time, before he has a three-dimensional understanding of a new environment, he leaves again. After a long time, he will not be familiar with the new environment.

Anyway, I will leave. If I get lost, I will get lost. If I forget, I will not remember.

When he got home, he saw that the light was on. It should be dad.

However, he habitually and cautiously opened the door and asked, "Lao Yan?"

"MEDA." Dad's voice came from the door.

Yan hang pushed the door open and his father was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol. "Hurt?"

"Well," Dad raised his arm, "I didn't eat. How about some food? Beef chops or something

The arm can still move, that is, the injury is not serious.

"How dare you," Yan hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "or I'll return the 154 card to you, and you can order it."

"That little piece of silver is enough." Dad stretched and fell on the sofa.

"Noodles?" Yan hang said, "I bought some spaghetti to make you a pasta with beef steak?"

"OK," my father nodded, "our prince's skill is to make boiled water fragrant. After all, he is the future chef who wants to enter the western food industry."

"Sounds like a curse." Yan hang took the materials into the kitchen.

Yan Hang's craftsmanship is really good, which he knows very well without saying.

Dad said that we should be brave to face our own advantages. The real advantages don't need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of ourselves.

Yan hang turned on the gas stove and began to make pasta.

Dad said a lot of things, just like a psycho, but he remembered everything he needed to remember.

Very obedient prince.

Yan hang sighed softly.

The landlord left a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen. It might be difficult for him to change the kitchen utensils. However, Yan hang didn't have this kind of distress. He was always using the utensils that were not easy. There was no comparison at all.

Back in the living room, dad was asleep on the sofa.

He went over with his good face, hesitated for a moment, put his hand to Dad's ear and snapped his fingers.

Pop!

Then he stepped back quickly.

But still slow, dad did not open his eyes, a hand to grasp his wrist, did not wait for him to break free, has been a twist a pressure.

Sour, painful and numb feeling suddenly ran to the shoulder, he can only follow down, in order to protect the hands of the face, had to kneel on one knee and yelled: "I!"

Dad opened his eyes, released his hand, and picked a smile at the corner of his mouth: "I want to attack your father secretly, but it's still tender, little hanghang."

"Eat quickly." Yan hang put the noodles on the tea table and kneaded his arms to sit beside him.

Dad got up, took the plate, smelled it, and ate it slowly. The expression on his face was very enjoyable.

Yan hang took his mobile phone and looked down. He opened wechat, a lot of news. He didn't want to read it, so he directly ordered the picture of junior one.

The head portrait of junior one is as simple as his nickname. It's a "1" with black characters on a white background.

After entering the album, Yan hang was silent again.

All the words of the child probably came out when he put his face on the hole in the tree.

There are no photos, no words in the circle of friends.

Only one small expression, and only one at a time.

A row down, a string of small expressions slide.

It seems to be lonely with care.

"By the way, you may stay a little longer this time. If you want to work," Dad took a card like thing out of his pocket and threw it at him, "use this."

Yan hang didn't even have time to look away from the mobile phone screen, so he reached out to catch the card in Yu Guangli.

It's an ID card.

Every time they stay in a place for a long time, Yan hang will go to work, and his father will give him a fake certificate, and he will get one himself.

I don't know if it's for freshness. Every time I use a different name.

This time, too, Yan hang looked at the card in his hand.

It's his picture. That's right.

Name: Yan Jidao???

"Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.

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?"