A Lucky Coin

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"I guess the poor little boy has never gone out with anyone like this, so he must be excited." Dad lit a cigarette as he walked, "if you are in a hurry, you won't make a detour 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.

Dad said inertia is a good thing.

He jumped up and pressed his knee against the crab's right rib with inertia. The crab didn't make a sound, so he popped back and fell to the ground.

Behind the crab's two companions came up. Yan hang didn't look back, but there was his father behind him.

His second attack was with fists, hit the head, a fist swung in the face of the one who just stepped on the back of junior one.

When he turned around, Dad had already kicked one away, grabbed the collar of the other and threw it on the tree trunk.

The throw was useless. The man staggered to keep his balance, but he ran into a tree.

When Yan hang pulled the first day of junior high school up from the ground, the man rushed back again with a flash of light in his hand.

"Knife." He said.

Dad came up to the man, gave him a wrist chop, and the knife fell to the ground.

After that, Yan hang didn't respond. His father had already carried the man to the railing, and in his constant struggle, he threw him out of the river.

Give me a buzz.

The man fell into the black mud on the Bank of the river.

Yan hang turns his head and looks at the crab that just got up from the ground.

The first day of junior high school said that crabs had just come back. It was estimated that they were building up their own prestige. If they ran away now, he would be very shameful.

So he rushed up again.

Maybe his fighting spirit was stimulated, maybe he let go. The speed of his rushing was amazing.

Yan hang just pulled the first day of junior high school to one side. His fist was in front of him. Yan hang only had time to deviate.

He dodged crab's ring, but he didn't dodge something on his finger. His face was scratched.

The gap should be very shallow. Yan Hang's feeling is not too obvious.

He raised his elbow and hit the crab on the head. The crab shook and his eyes lost focus for a moment.

When the crab raised his hand again, the first day of junior high school suddenly came over.

The whole person bumped into the crab's back and held the crab with his arm from behind.

This hit a flutter, the first day with amazing power, Yan hang heard a bang to a sound.

It feels like the crab may have caused him an internal injury.

Then the crab lost his balance, and because his arm was strangled by the first day of junior high school, he couldn't support the ground. Finally, he had to try to lift his face up, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The first day of junior high school has no experience of fighting, but I have a lot of experience of being beaten, but I can't use it now.

It's the first time he's ever had a fight with someone when he's so old.

He can endure a lot of things and ignore a lot of things calmly, but he can't bear Liang Bing's behavior tonight.When he saw Liang Bing's ring across Yan Hang's face, he felt that his blood was about to come out of his eyes.

Liang Bing fell to the ground and knocked his chin to the ground. A few seconds later, he struggled to get up.

Junior one didn't know what to do, so he could only continue to lie on his back and hoop Liang Bing with his arms.

The two who were with him wanted to come up, but Yan hang and uncle Yan stood on one side, and they moved and stopped.

"I'll let your mother go!" Liang Bing roared.

Junior one didn't say a word, and didn't move.

"The first day of junior high school," Yan hang grabbed on his shoulder, "get up."

On the first day of junior high school, he hesitated and let go of Liang Bing.

Liang Bing quickly got up and threw his hand back to his face.

Yan hang grabbed his wrist and twisted his back. Liang Bing was pushed back to the ground.

"Damn you..." Liang Bing looks up and wants to scold him. Yan hang slaps him on the back of the head. Liang Bing's face is snapped to the ground. When he looks up again, there is no sound.

"Big brother," Yan hang pressed to his ear, "come out to mix is also to tell the rules, he has not offended you, looking for fun must have a limit."

Liang Bing bit his teeth and made no sound.

"To be the boss is to talk about the pattern," said Yan hang. "If you don't get into your twenties, it's just three streets. It's boring."

Yan hang released his hand. Liang Bing didn't jump up again this time. After standing up, he stared at Yan hang. After staring for a while, he said, "I'm planted today. Leave a name."

"Yan Jidao." Yan hang said.

Liang Bing was stunned. The first day of junior high school didn't know whether he knew Yan Jidao or because he had seen a name surnamed Yan before. He was a little surprised when another one appeared in a few minutes.

Liang Bing took another look at Uncle Yan.

"Yan Shu," said uncle Yan as he lit a cigarette, "nice to meet you."

"Damn it Liang Bing squeezed a word out of his teeth. After a while, he turned to Yan hang and said, "Yan hang, remember."

Yan hang smiles.

"Go." Liang Bing turned and left.

The two little fellows pulled up the black mud faced companions who had just emerged from the railings. After staring at them, they walked behind Liang Bing.

It was quiet all around.

Chu Yi was stunned for a while before he regained his mind. He pointed to Yan Hang's face and said, "is it serious

"It's OK," Yan hang pulled out a tissue and pressed it on his face. "It's going to scab You didn't hurt anything, did you? "

Junior one shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"You..." Yan hang frowned. Chuyi thought that he probably wanted to say sorry for a fart, just like he said thanks for a fart. But Yan hang didn't go on, just patted him on the head, "go."

"Thank you," he said. He looked at Uncle Yan again. "Thank you, uncle."

"No more bows." Uncle Yan said solemnly.

The first day of junior high school, I made a bow.

"OK, take it," Uncle Yan patted him on the shoulder and on his arm again. "I can't see it. It's very strong."

"No hiding, no revealing." Chuichi Xiaoxiao picked up his mobile phone from the ground and looked at it.

The mobile phone is complete, not broken, Shanzhai machine is carrying, but the signal seems to be gone, he restarted, the signal is full again.

He was relieved.

Three people along the road back, has been fast to Yan Hang's home, the first day of junior high school finally from their own chaotic mood slowly out.

Nervous, scared, angry, anxious

After these emotions gradually dissipated, he suddenly felt a little confused.

From the first time he knew what was embarrassing, the first time he knew what was being bullied, the first time he knew what was helpless, he never thought he would burst out so suddenly.

He always thought he could be careful to keep calm until he left.

Just now, when he rushed to Liang Bing, his head was full of anger. He had never found that he could save such a high amount of anger.

But when the mood slowly calm down, the whole person and some hair empty.

The steps under my feet are a little unsteady.

"Didn't you eat?" Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school.

Chuyi didn't make a sound all the way. Yan hang was a little worried about whether he was beaten in the head.

"No," the first day of junior high school touched my stomach, "I stayed at home for a while and then came out."

Yan hang sighed: "I cook more today. You can eat more later."

"Well." Chuichi smiles.

When he got home, Yan hang didn't go to get food right away. He saw that the pants of grade one were full of soil, and there was a triangle cut on his butt. He could see the underwear, which was actually red.

"You don't think this is the year of your life, do you? 12 years old? " Yan hang asked."14." The first time I finished answering, I was stunned. I felt on my buttock and covered it after touching the breach.

"Your school uniform is broken like this," Yan hang went into his room and rummaged in the cupboard. "What should I do?"

"I'll change it right away. I'll change my summer school. I'll take it." Junior one said.

Yan hang didn't say anything. He took out a suit of his own and handed it to him: "let's change mine first. This suit is a little smaller for me."

There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.

"Or are you going to the music festival in your red underwear pants?" Yan hang asked.

Junior one took the clothes and went to the toilet.

When Yan hang finished the dinner and brought it out, his father had detoxified several abrasions on Chuyi: "take an ice bag."

Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.

His clothes are a little big on him, but after all, they are normal casual clothes of teenagers' fashion department. After wearing these clothes, they show their shape for the first time in junior high school.

Yan hang felt that he had only seen clearly what the first day of junior high school looked like today.

The face is almost the same as usual. The ladies and sisters call it "little handsome guy", but the whole person's temperament is not the same with the clothes. It's a little cool.

It's just too short.

Tut tut.

"Ice packs." Dad said it again.

"Oh, where?" Yan hang opens the refrigerator and takes out an ice bag.

"A bag on the head." Dad pointed to the head of junior one.

Yan hang touched the head of junior one, found the bag, put the ice bag on it: "what's the name of that man?"

"Liang Bing." Hold the ice bag on the first day of junior high school.

"You don't have to make a detour tomorrow, just go this way," Yan hang said. "If you make a detour, he will go there to trouble you. I don't think I can help you."

"Well." The first day of junior high school should be called.

Yan hang thought about whether he would go to and from school with junior high school, but junior high school would not agree, so he didn't mention it.

Just now, he didn't lay a heavy hand on Liang Bing. Before he wanted to put it off, someone would let him see the blood. Even today, he would not let people go so easily because of the scabby little blood.

He doesn't care whether he gets into trouble or not. Anyway, he is bored every day. Anyway, he doesn't stay anywhere long.

But junior one is different.

As soon as he comes out for junior high school, he has to leave a way out for junior high school.

"On the first day of junior high school," my father said, "if you have nothing to do, come here to play. My uncle will teach you some self-defense techniques."

The first day of junior high school, I looked at my father in confusion.

"I think you have good athletic function, quick reaction and enough strength," my father said. "I'll teach you some simple movements. You can protect yourself when you can't run away. You can carry it twice and find a chance to run again."

"Well." Junior one a little embarrassed to smile.

"It's no shame to run away," Dad said with a smile, "but of course you have to run."

"Ming, tomorrow," the first day of junior high school quickly glanced at Yan hang, "tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow will do." Dad said.

"Eat," Yan hang sat down, "today I don't drink, drink?"

"Lemon juice." Dad said right away.

Yan hang got up, opened the refrigerator, took three bottles of iced black tea and put them on the table.

"I drink lemon juice." Dad said.

"Just this one." Yan hang said.

"This kind of person, he likes to drink this, just buy this," Dad took a bottle and twisted it open, "fortunately, I am a kind person."

I don't know if I'm hungry after being beaten or having a hand with someone. In a word, I eat much more today than I did last time.

But when he rushed out today, Yan hang was very surprised.

Although he thought that the first day of junior high school would resist in the face of such a gangster as Liang Bing, he was surprised when he saw it with his own eyes. After all, he had been enduring it calmly and silently since he first saw the first day of junior high school.

"Is the square far?" Yan hang took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll call a car to come here later."

"No, no, no..." Chuichi waved his hand a little anxiously.

"Not far?" Yan hang asked.

"If you don't take a taxi," the first day of junior high school said, "you can get there directly by bus

Yan hang took a look at his father, and they said at the same time: "it's better to take a taxi."

Junior one did not speak, sighed.

I envy Yan hang very much.

I like Uncle Yan and his family very much.

The first day of junior high school is eating the last fried shrimp ball. He has never experienced the lightness and gentleness in his own home.

Today, when Yan hang and uncle Yan appeared by the river, he didn't believe his eyes very much. For a moment, he felt that he was fooled and had hallucinations.

When Uncle Yan threw a man down on the beach and Yanhang pulled him up from the ground, his mind was full of the idea that God's soldiers were coming from heaven, God's soldiers were coming from heaven, God's soldiers were coming from heaven

I envy him very much, but he doesn't have such a father.Sometimes, dad may not be as reliable as grandma. Grandma is at least brave in most cases.

And he is not Yan hang.

"Have you had enough?" Yan hang asked.

"Well," the first day of junior high school nodded quickly, "hold on."

"Let's go," Yan hang stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "The car will arrive soon."

Junior one habitually looked at the plate on the table, Yan hang grabbed his wrist: "control the soul of your long-term workers."

"Good." Junior one nodded solemnly.

Before the taxi arrived, they stood by the side of the road waiting.

Yan Hang's clothes smell very good. I don't know whether they are washing powder or perfume or Yanhang's own breath.

He bowed his head and smelled the sleeve. Then he came to Yan hang and smelled him quietly.

It seemed different, so he pulled up his collar and sniffed again. He stood on tiptoe and tried to sniff on his shoulder and neck. When he looked at Yan Hang's face, he froze.

Yan Hang is squinting at him.

"Is your nickname dog?" Yan hang said.

At the beginning of the day, he gave a thumbs up: "Yan ban, xian'er."

"Washed clothes." Yan hang said.

"No, it's not," he said hastily. "I'm The clothes are very fragrant. "

"because I spray perfume in my wardrobe, little dog." Yan hang said.

Chuyi laughs, a little embarrassed.

The taxi arrived soon. Uncle Yan got to the front. He and Yan hang were in the back seat.

After getting on the bus, Yan hang and uncle Yan looked at him, waiting for him to report the address to the driver.

"Music Festival." He said.

"All right." The driver nodded and drove out.

Uncle Yan was stunned: "in fact, we don't know which square has no influence, do we?"

"Yes." Yan hang nodded.

After they had a meal, they were happy. The first day of junior high school, they laughed together for a long time.

When the taxi crossed the bridge, Chu Yi looked out of the car window. The place which was usually only connected with his tree hole became a little complicated in his mind.

He put his hand in his pocket and touched the small black stone.

It's very smooth and feels very good.

He took out the small stone and gently pressed it in the palm of Yan Hang's hand: "here you are."

"My what?" Dad asked.

"Your ID card, every time you do two, you must have done it," Yan hang put down his mobile phone and walked up to him, "take it out and I'll have a look."

"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?"

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.