A Lucky Coin

He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.

No preheating, no hesitation.

"Honey, when you want to do it, don't give the other party a chance, or you'll lose." The emperor's father said.

So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, his face was still smiling.

Everyone is young, although there is a person with a smile to the ground, let a group of people are Leng Leng Leng, but still quickly reflected.

Yan hang grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle at him.

Hold on, press the joint, screw.

When dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn't have a mold. He taught them in real life. When his hand was twisted behind him and pushed again, and his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body, the pain made him feel like a kungfu prodigy and quickly mastered the essentials.

He twisted the arm of the little bastard No. 2 behind him, and then pushed the little bastard No. 3 towards him. When he pushed the little bastard No. 3 past, the little bastard No. 2 howled at No. 3.

The cry was very sad, which shocked No. 3's eyes.

Yan hang let go and kicked the back of No. 2, who fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.

The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, if you want to open your arms to you, it's the same as hugging, you should not refuse.

So Yan hang didn't refuse. He first hit the man on the right in the stomach, then blocked the man on the left's drift fist, hit his left shoulder, and the two left.

To tell you the truth, every time you fight with someone who says his combat effectiveness is zero, you have to save face. Yan hang feels like a martial arts expert.

It will take less than three minutes to deal with this group of small waste. If it wasn't for several boys who have been kicking the protagonist with their feet before, he didn't want to lift his legs at all.

Now he's still using his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys are standing in the same place, expecting someone to attack them first and then. Unfortunately, everyone thinks so.

The scene was like a cocktail party. Strangers looked at each other awkwardly.

"Forget it," someone said at last, "let's go."

Originally, the protagonist didn't resist. They beat people just like playing. Now they have opponents, and a few people don't want to fight.

But when I left, the leader still couldn't face up and put down a sentence: "there's seed waiting, I'll find you."

"Where are you going to find it?" Yan hang smiles.

The man stared at him awkwardly.

"Why don't I leave you an address," Yan hang said as he rummaged in his pocket. "Do you have a pen and paper?"

This provocation makes several boys who want to shrink back rekindle their fighting spirit immediately, and they will rush again as soon as they roll their sleeves.

"What are you doing! What are you doing? " Next came a loud female voice, "a bunch of bad dogs! It's free range from your mother... "

Several boys stopped, the expression on their faces quickly changed from anger to disdain and disgust, and the content behind it shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the base of shrews.

When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a white face and a curly head.

It's supposed to be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with her swearing content, this makeup makes Yan hang more impulsive to turn around and escape.

The old lady's make-up is about blind. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the seal hall. A shaking black line is pulled to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, she has to start from the right eyebrow peak and finish after a short shiver.

This kind of strange surreal make-up made Yan hang unable to relax for a long time. No matter what, he couldn't move his eyebrows.

"What are you looking at! You're the only one with eyes, aren't you? " The old lady took two eyebrows of different lengths and yelled at him.

Yan hang noticed that the little scum had already run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.

Before he could recover from his shock and decide whether to go away or stay here, the old lady's goal shifted again.

She pointed to the protagonist standing on one side Jun: "you look at your little promising!"

The protagonist didn't look at her and didn't say a word. She threw her schoolbag on her back and left.

"Where are you going?" With a roar, the old lady went and grabbed his arm. "I'm talking to you. You didn't hear me!"

The protagonist is still silent, just back to break her hand.

"Are you in trouble again?" The old lady's voice is very loud all the time. There are many people coming and going at this time, and the people nearby are all interested in watching. However, compared with before, the old lady is totally indifferent to the crowd.

Yan hang wanted to go away, but he thought that he had just claimed that he had covered the man, and now an old lady came out, and he ran away. It seemed that he couldn't say it.

Between hesitation can only continue to stand.

"Waste! I'll go to your teacher this afternoon! To your headmaster! Like what The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "see if I don't scold them so much that they kneel down for me!"Yan hang changed his mind and decided to go away and cover it again tomorrow. It's too painful to pestle here. He turned to take his mobile phone and saw several rows of ellipsis on the screen.

He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone back in his pocket.

When he was about to cross the street and go home, he took a look at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child's face had disappeared, and his eyebrows were twisted.

Yan hang walked quickly across the street and went home.

However, after entering the room, he still stood at the window and looked across.

The old lady should be the grandmother or grandmother of the protagonist, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows is not comparable to ordinary people.

Five minutes later, the old lady could cross the street all the way to the house, and the sound finally disappeared.

The protagonist is still standing in the same place, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.

Yan hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.

After landing, I remember that I can walk through the door.

I was shocked by the old lady.

Yan hang walked slowly across the street to the protagonist, stopped and took off his mask.

Only now did he have a chance to look at the child carefully.

One of the reasons why he was bullied is that he was not tall, but he was very good-looking, especially compared with the old lady just now.

"To me?" Yan hang asked.

The protagonist looked at him and made no sound.

"What I just said counts," Yan hang pointed back to the building behind him. "I live on the first floor over there. You can come to me if you have something to do."

The protagonist looked at him again, but still didn't make a sound.

This smile made Yan hang a little confused, with a smile in his dark eyes, just like everything had never happened before, or everything seemed not to affect him.

It's like his life was.

"What's your name?" Yan hang asked.

The protagonist Jun looks at him and is still silent, as if he has lost his memory. When he thinks of "go to you, cover a fart" and is ready to turn around and leave, he opens his mouth with difficulty: "Chu, Chu First day of junior high school. "

"What?" Yan hang Leng Leng, stuttering is probably the second reason for being bullied, maybe add a mental retardation, "I ask you what's your name, who asked you what grade."

"Junior, junior two." The protagonist said.

Yan hang looks at him.

He also looked at Yan hang.

After a long time of looking at each other, Yan hang finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand. Your name is junior one, and your name is junior two, right?"

"Well." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.

"Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan hang asked.

"Well." Junior one continued to nod.

"And the old lady?" Yan hang asked again. He didn't ask why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn't need any reason.

"I..." Junior one's eyes darkened, and after a while he said softly, "grandma."

"Oh," said Yan hang. After that, he felt there was nothing to say, so he waved, "OK, you go home. I'll go to eat."

"Your name is "Call," all go out can have ten meters, the first day of junior high school is still behind him, do not hurry to say, "call, call, call..."

"Yan hang." Yan hang turns back to interrupt him.

"Yan, Yan..." Junior high school nodded.

"Hang, Yan hang." Yan hang said.

Chuichi smiles.

"Gone." Yan hang turned and walked along the road.

When I got home on the first day of junior high school, Grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her 16-year-old dog in her arms.

Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.

"Go and wash the dishes." Hearing the sound of him entering the door, my mother said without raising her head.

"Well." Put down the schoolbag on the first day of junior high school.

"Trash, there's nothing in his eyes all day long. He doesn't move if people don't say it." Grandma said.

The first day of junior high school didn't say a word. I went into the kitchen and began to wash the dishes.

"What a waste!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I'm going to be beaten again today! I said to go to school, but he didn't let me! Rubbish

"He thinks you are shameful." Mom said.

"What's the matter with me?" grandma stood at the kitchen door with her dog in her arms. "What's the matter with me? Nobody dares to provoke me, you know?"

"You watch TV!" Mom raised her voice, too.

Chuyi stares at the dishes in his hand without saying a word. He quickly washes them and puts them on the desk. Then he goes out of the kitchen and enters the room.

He doesn't have his own room. This room is my grandfather's bedroom. There is a sofa bed and a simple cloth cabinet beside the wall.

In fact, now he should go to the living room to do his homework. His desk is in the living room, but he is not willing to go there when grandma is there."You don't do your homework today!" Grandma called in the living room.

On the first day of junior high school, without making a sound, he quietly went to the living room and sat down. He took out his book from his schoolbag and turned on the desk lamp. He quickly fell on the desk and began to do his homework.

But his all-out performance failed to calm Grandma down.

"Don't think I can't see it, white eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your father's house, don't you Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I'll give you food and drink. I'll rush to farm for others. White eyed wolf!"

My grandfather didn't have any land. He just planted some vegetables on the rooftop with flowerpots. The first day of junior high school liked the small vegetable garden very much and helped to water it every time. Grandma couldn't stand it.

But the white eyed wolf It should be right to say that he did kiss his grandparents. For grandma, he was a white eyed wolf.

"Dinner Mom went out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.

On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen and got up to set up the dining table. Then I took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After I served my mother and grandmother, I sat down and began to eat.

"His father doesn't come back?" Grandma asked.

"Well, there's something wrong with the team." Mom said.

"A broken driver, I don't know, thinks he is the Secretary of the prime minister's office." Grandma has a cigarette in her mouth.

"Eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.

"After dinner, go and buy me a cigarette." Grandma pinched the cigarette off the table.

He nodded, took the ashtray, pulled the cigarette ends and ashes into it, and rubbed the traces of cigarette ends on the table, but did not rub them off.

Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrest of the sofa, but also all the flat areas in his home have the burn marks left by grandma when she pinched cigarettes.

"Smoke less. If you die, you'll smoke to death." Mom said.

"Did it cost you money? I know you've lost your job and I have a pension myself! " Grandma said, grabbed her cloth bag, took a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of junior one, "take it, buy me cigarettes!"

Junior one took the money and stood up.

"I'll go after that." Mom stopped him.

"Eat, eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog.

I sat down and continued to eat.

"Today, er Ping and some of them want me to go shopping together," my mother said while eating, "irritating."

"Where have you been?" Grandma asked.

"Don't they just go to some LV or something like that?" my mother tut said, "I'm so angry. If I say no, I'll have to go."

"Just because there are two stinky money at home! It's like stepping on an electric switch all day long, "my grandmother said," sooner or later, it's all gone! "

The first day of junior high school, without raising his eyes, he buried his head in eating bitterly, thinking that he would finish eating quickly and go out.

"Also said to buy a gift for the first day of junior high school, I said I would take it back, not let it, to give it personally," my mother said, "I don't know what to think."

"If you can't give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people's children," grandma said with a happy tone. "I see, she's too fat to give birth."

On the first day of the new year, I ate the rice in the bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up and took grandma's 100 yuan and went out.

It's a bit cold outside, but he feels very comfortable and his breathing is much smoother.

So every night after he finished his homework, he would come out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights on this side were broken, and the dark lights made him feel very safe.

I came out a little early today. There were a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall and didn't want to be seen.

In the past, people could not avoid being seen when buying cigarettes. Fortunately, he was the only customer when he walked into the store.

"Buy cigarettes for your grandmother?" The boss asked.

"Well." Hand over the money on the first day of junior high school.

The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette. He said, "your grandmother has been smoking for 20 years. She hasn't smoked any other cigarettes."

"Exclusive." Junior high school nodded.

The boss put on the cigarette with a smile. He went out with the bag and continued to walk around the wall.

All the way to the river.

The river is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, no one will come. It's too cold in winter, and the river smells sour in other seasons.

About 20 times on the first day of junior high school, someone passes by.

It's a great place for him.

He often comes here. He has a dedicated tree hole here that has been used for nearly ten years.

Tree hole is a real tree hole.

An old Sophora tree by the river has a hole in its trunk.

From the beginning, I had to step on the root of the tree to get this hole. Now I need to bend down to buckle my face to the tree hole. Junior one said a lot of little secrets and little wishes to it.

I've forgotten many little secrets, and none of my little wishes have come true.

Probably because the river is sour.

The first time he looked around, there was no one. He bent down, put his face in the tree hole and closed his eyes.Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, so it's clean all the time. There's no peculiar smell, and you can smell the smell of wood.

"I don't, I don't want to go to school," the first day of junior high school said slowly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."

He sighed, "my mother wants me to go to college."

"If I can't pass the exam, I'm sure I can't," he said gently on the bark. "I just, just I don't want to read. "

This kind of unresponsive talk, every time on the first day of junior high school, you have to talk for at least a few minutes, and then you will feel a lot more relaxed.

It's the same today. After he finished, he stood up and stretched.

The stretch was only half done, and he held his arm up and froze.

There was a man standing next to him.

Wearing sportswear and running shoes, wearing masks.

It's the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him later.

Yan hang.

"You..." Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He was shocked when he saw a puckering man growing on the tree in the middle of the run, but he was still the first day of junior high school.

"Put down your arms first," said Yan hang. "I don't have a knife, either."

Junior one put down his arm.

"You..." Yan Hang still didn't know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn't help laughing at the impression on his face.

At last, he went to the tree trunk, looked at it and found that it was a big hole.

"Did you dig it?" Yan hang turned his head and asked junior one, "it's so suitable for your face."

"No," the first day of junior high school replied, "I'm big, big, and many faces."

"The average hole is right." Yan hang said.

"Well." Junior high school nodded.

Yan hang couldn't help being happy. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "do you have many secrets here?"

The prince in the wind.

However, No. 1 was very involved in running, and he didn't look back, and didn't find that Yan hang was behind him.

Yan hang can pull him down as soon as he reaches out his hand.

But in the moment of raising his hand, he changed his attention. He sped up and called out: "where can I poke it?"

No. 1 was frightened by the roar and jumped forward at least three steps in the process of running.

Yan hang stopped, too happy to run.

No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued to run.

"Make you twenty meters!" Yan hang called, "come on!"

"I'll fuck you Number one roared as he ran.

"Go, I'll show you the way!" Yan hang yelled while enjoying himself.

There is a corner in the front of the alley. Yan Hang is not familiar with it, so he takes a breath and chases forward again. He wants to put No.1 down before the corner.

The explosive force of No.1 was only enough for him to run 500 meters. When Yan hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was slower than before.

Yan hang whistled behind him.

No. 1 stops abruptly, probably because he knows he can't run away. He turns around and swings a fist at Yan hang.

Yan hang rushed so fast that he couldn't stop immediately because of his inertia.

He didn't plan to stop, either.

He raised his arm to hold No. 1's fist, and then he grabbed No. 1's shoulder, pressed it down, and pressed his knee against his stomach.

When he let go, number one sat on the ground.

This knee he didn't use force at all, it was all inertia.

Dad said, playing, pain is OK, don't hurt people.

So number one didn't get hurt, but it hurt.

I must still feel like vomiting.

"Did you just call me?" Yan hang stood in front of him.

No. 1 didn't make a sound. It slowed down for two seconds and jumped up again. It seemed that it was going to crash directly.

When he just jumped up, Yan hang put his foot on his shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.

"I'm asking you something." Yan hang said.

"Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn't get up again this time, but kicked him in the crotch.

Yan hang quickly turned to his side and threw a fist on his face. This time, his hand was heavy. Two minutes later, he could see No. 1's red eyes, and then he was green for a few days.

"Do you want a face?" Yan hang asked, "do you want a face?"

He was speechless because of this sneak attack on the next three routes.

"What the hell are you doing?" One roared.

"Play," Yan hang looked at him with a smile, bent down and said softly, "don't you usually play like this?"

"When did I hit people like that?" No. 1 stares at him, shouting so much that his spittle and stares are sprayed on his face.

"You lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang's face slowly disappeared.

"If you want to help junior high school students get ahead, you can fight! Fight! Yes, I threw away the broken pen he was going to give away. What's the matter! You force you to stand for him Number one yelled, "you hit..."