A Lucky Coin

If the purchase ratio of Chapter V is not enough, there may be repeated chapters, which will be replaced in 6 hours. Moda ~ at this time, there are very few people on the street. People who have dinner, watch TV at home and take a walk have not come out yet.

As soon as Yan hang went out, he glanced at both sides of the road. When he went to the street, the lights were very bright, and everything seemed calm. When he went to the Chu family, he found that the lights were not all on, and he couldn't see what was going on in the dark.

"Go to his house," Dad said, "and make another call."

"Well." Yan hang took out his mobile phone and continued to dial the number of junior one.

This time, it's not that there's no one to answer, it's that we can't get through at all.

"What the hell?" Yan hang frowned.

"Let's go," Dad said. "Go ahead and have a look. There are so many corners in this area that people may be blocking up."

Yan hang followed his father to the direction of the junior family.

To find such a place to block people, he just needs to follow his father, which is basically the same as having a radar. In the past, he stood out for him, and his father could hit him every time.

That's why he always thought that dad was a jerk.

"I don't think I've ever gone out with anyone like this. I'm sure I'm excited," he said, lighting a cigarette as he walked 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."

"I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up the fork to poke open the egg skin, and then looked at him, "prawns?"

"Shrimp, diced egg and rice." Yan hang corrected his statement again.

“…… How can you prove that it's a prawn when it's all diced Dad's not happy.

"Don't you have a taste?" Yan hang took his plate and said as he ate.

"No Dad replied quickly.

"It's shrimp and egg." Yan hang feels that he should arrange a duel between his father and Chuichi.

"Well, it's acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily. "I'll go to work later, right?"

"Half past ten." Yan hang said.

"I'm going on a visit?" Dad asked.

"Please forgive me, father," sighed Yan, "our boss is a man. How about changing your target?"

"No, I can compete with him." Dad picked out a shrimp, put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.

"He's not as handsome as you are." Yan hang said.

"I can tell that the evaluation is sincere." Dad patted him on the shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Dad watches the local news station. No matter where he goes, there must be a TV in the room, and then he only watches the local news.

Yan hang doesn't quite understand why he likes to watch local news so much.

The local news in big cities is all about neighborhood disputes. Otherwise, the roads here are rotten and the lights there are not on. Let alone in the county, it's all about bits and pieces. It's like sitting beside old people and old women enjoying the cool by the roadside.But dad just loves to watch it. If the village didn't have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, Dad would have to watch the village news.

The cattle of this family eat the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family chase the ducks of that family, and the male dog of this family is better than the female dog of the village

"I'm going." Yan hang put on his coat.

"Take the 154 card," Dad said, "in case your shop doesn't care about lunch, you can go to the side and install a force. The waiter of the coffee shop has lunch with Japanese food."

“…… Oh Yan hang answered, opened the door and went out.

After going out for a while, Yan hang found that he met several students on the road, which reflected that today is the weekend, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm.

He uses his cell phone many times a day, but he doesn't notice the date and time.

These two things in his life are dispensable in most cases, and sometimes he can't even determine the year.

But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his mobile phone and confirm it carefully.

Sometimes you need such a movement to make yourself feel like stepping on the ground.

Because it's the weekend, there are more people in the coffee shop than when they come for an interview.

When Yan hang came out of his work clothes, he met his boss. The boss's surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with the temperament of an artist. His clothes and props all fit people's design. He just didn't know why he couldn't think of getting a Bobo hairstyle.

"How many times," boss Li waved as soon as he saw him, "just in time, would you like to bake some cakes? There are not enough people today. "

"Well." Yan hang answered and scolded his father for at least 20 seconds.

If he didn't have such a name, he would hardly have answered it.

Yan hang worked hard, baked the cake and went back to the bar.

It's OK to help once in a while, but if the boss wants to hire a cook with the salary of a waiter, he can't.

He's going to walk away in a hurry.

That's how you see money as Baba.

I've been following my father around for so many years. It seems that my father doesn't save money, so he doesn't have any idea about saving money. Money is enough for travel expenses, rent and meals. If there are enough, he can have a good meal. If there are no money, he can get it.

His way of making money is to work. He doesn't know the way his father makes money.

I'm not willing to find out.

"Make me a latte." A little girl with a mobile phone went to the bar, said while preparing to scan code.

"Just a moment." Yan hang began to make coffee quickly.

As soon as the coffee machine started beating beans, the little girl called out "ah".

Yan hang looks at her.

"Don't do it. Don't do it. My cell phone There's no electricity Said the little girl.

Yan hang didn't say anything

"I don't have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.

When he first came over, he saw a charger below. It was probably used by other waiters.

He bent down to touch under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, pointed to the plug beside him: "go there to charge."

“…… Oh The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and went to the side. She looked at him while charging.

After the coffee was ready, Yan hang packed his bag and put it on the counter. He waved to the little girl: "come and settle the bill."

The little girl took a little charged cell phone, scanned the code, settled the bill, and then trotted away with coffee.

"Yes." Boss Li said with his arm in his arms.

"What?" Yan hang looks at him.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can make a strong buy and sell so natural and unrestrained." Li said.

"I Just give her a charger. " Yan hang said.

"Said to buy and not to buy, believe it or not I smoke you," boss Li said, "the expression is very in place."

Yan hang recalled that he forgot to smile just now.

"I'll pay attention next time." He said.

"Don't pay attention, it's very good," said boss Li. "It's good to sell one more cup of coffee. It's good to have the spirit of making every penny."

"Ah." Yan hang nodded.

Busy to work in the afternoon, Yan hang felt his legs a little stiff. He didn't know if the air conditioner was on all the time, and his head was a little stuffy.

He hasn't been working this year. He's not used to standing for such a long time. He won't be tired after running for two hours. It's tiring to stand for several hours.

As he changed his clothes and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arm and planned to run back to get some exercise.

Every time he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change is often caught off guard. When he is aware of it, he is often very excited. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues greet him, and he pretends not to see it.This state, he will generally use running to adjust.

Run for an hour, sweat a little, take a bath, go to the sofa, it's very comfortable.

But it's not easy to run at this time. It's the weekend. There are a lot of people on the streets. Without getting lost It's probably just the road by the river that's full of holes.