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 ~ mom ignored him and rode away on her bicycle.

On the first day of junior high school, I quickly walked out. Instead of taking the usual road, I walked around half a circle from another intersection to the street before I went to the school.

My mother didn't pay any attention to his behavior, probably didn't notice it.

But he hasn't talked to his family about being always in trouble for many years. How long has it been Probably since kindergarten?

After Grandma had a fight with the kindergarten head barehanded in the kindergarten, even if he was beaten by the children, he would not speak again.

But grandma will still have a way to know. Even if she doesn't have a way to know, someone will come and tell her that it's just to make her splash and be happy.

Then, when he came home, his grandmother scolded him, but he didn't seem to hear him. His mother mocked him, and his father If dad is at home, he will buy some food for comfort.

It's impossible to get help and security from home. I knew it when I was very young. He had to face and solve all these things by himself.

In the case of ineffective resistance and failure of friendly communication, the only way he can think of is to be silent and patient, and try not to attract people's attention. For example, he is still wearing an old school uniform today.

A person who has been wearing old school uniform all the year round and suddenly wears a new sportswear that doesn't fit very well will definitely cause some small troubles.

Fortunately, this stealth state has been used to for a long time.

For the first time, when Yan hang, wearing a mask, arrogantly put Li Zihao down while broadcasting live, his shock was indescribable.

In my life, I probably can't have the aura of Yan hang.

Full of arrogance.

He doesn't need Yan Hang's protection, but he still wants to get close to Yan hang. Under his arrogant appearance, Yan Hang is a peaceful and casual person.

It's been a long time since anyone talked to him like this. It's very common, very common and plain communication.

What's more, Yan Hang is different from his classmates. He has the temperament he has never seen before.

Good students, bad students do not have the kind.

It's a pity.

If only we didn't get close to Yan hang at the beginning, now we don't need to worry about Yan Hang's going to leave one day.

Get and lose, no, get to know will lose, but do not know when to lose, than never get to let people more disappointed.

"First day of junior high school!" There was a cry behind him.

Junior one bowed his head and didn't respond. He didn't need to see the voice to know it was Li Zihao.

Now, there are a lot of people in the street, working and going to school. Li Zihao won't do anything to him. He can laugh at him at most, so he just needs to be silent.

You don't even have to run.

"Deaf?" Li Zihao slid to him on his bike and said, "didn't your boss send you to school?"

On the first day of junior high school, keep going.

"Does your boss think it's over to hit me once?" Li Zihao said.

How to fight?

Yan hang hit Li Zihao?

I was a little surprised.

"You give him a message. If my father didn't stop me," Li Zihao said, "can I make him live such a quiet life these two days?"

Junior one couldn't help looking at Li Zihao.

"It's just a waiter in my father's shop, crazy fart!" Li Zihao tugged at the corner of his mouth fiercely, "now it's opened. I don't know which restaurant to go to to wash dishes!"

Li Zihao's father opened a coffee shop on this street, and almost all the students in the school knew about it. However, on the first day of junior high school, he didn't expect that the place where Yan hang went to work would be Li Zihao's shop.

And hit Li Zihao?

And get fired?

"Do you hear me?" Li Zihao put out his hand and patted him on the head.

The first day of junior high school suddenly stopped.

"Why?" Li Zihao looked at him in shock, "Yo, is this a fight with me?"

The first day of junior high school didn't make a sound. After a pause, he went on.

Li Zihao was not as powerful as he usually was when he was with a few people. When he didn't respond in the first day of junior high school, he was tired and went on his own.

After watching Li Zihao disappear, the first day of junior high school stopped again, bent down to support his knees and took a few deep breaths.

Li Zihao was surprised, and so was he.

He hasn't felt like this for a long time. He wants to copy something and hit Li Zihao in the head.

Over the years, he has long been used to and accepted such a life, and has found a way to protect himself at least at this stage.

No matter what kind of humiliation and injury he faces, he can keep calm.

That's part of his life. If he can't calm down, he can't live it.

But today, he was shocked by such a big fluctuation in his mood.Yan hang didn't sleep all night. He was a little confused after daybreak, but it didn't last long, not more than an hour.

His whole body was so sore that he had to get out of bed.

It's past the rush hour of going to work and going to school. Now I stand at the window and look out. There are few people on the street.

It's sunny and warm in the air.

After washing and gargling, people sobered up a little, Yan hang changed his clothes and went out of the door.

I went around and bought toast and eggs, black pepper and ketchup.

After returning home, I made myself a very delicate fried egg with toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat on the windowsill and ate it slowly.

When you are bored, when you are in a bad mood, you can find something to be delicate, which can alleviate a lot.

Dad said it.

It's a good way to do it, but today That's it.

After eating the toast and fried eggs, he still felt very sad.

After all, it's different from the usual state.

The letter under the coffee table is like a jar on his head.

After breakfast, he went out again and planned to hang around to see if there was a suitable place to work.

The commercial street of the coffee shop was still very prosperous. That day, because he was looking for treasure in the river, he couldn't go to the bridge.

I strolled over today and found it was not bad.

Foreign style.

Yan Hang's goal of finding a place to work is very clear. It's related to Western food. He has always wanted to make western food. Now he has no conditions, but he will try his best to keep himself in such an environment. What he sees, hears and touches is related to what he wants to do. He can learn a lot.

There is a fashionable Street next to the commercial square. There are all kinds of Chinese and Western restaurants. Yan hang turns in and walks slowly.

Walking half the street, I saw a western restaurant recruiting waiters.

He went in.

After school at noon today, I went home alone for the first time.

Li Zihao didn't make trouble for him. The others who accompanied him home for a long time didn't know if they had received information from Li Zihao. They just followed him far away and didn't get close to him.

The first day of junior high school is not even used to it.

Passing by Yan Hang's house, he hesitated and crossed the street.

Yan Hang's house draws the curtain. He knocks on the door, but no one answers.

The first day of junior high school insisted on knocking twice again, and made sure that no one was at home. Then, disappointed, he turned around and bowed his head to go back.

Just walked two steps, a leg stretched over, stopped in front of him.

He saw the shoes at a glance. They were Yan Hang's shoes.

Yan Hang is probably the powder of Nb, all the shoes are NB.

"Road money." Yan hang said, his hand also reached in front of him.

The first day of junior high school took out a piece of money in his pocket and put it in his hand.

"Aren't you rich?" Yan hang said.

"This is the shared area," the first day of junior high school pointed to the foot, "you don't want to gather together, gather together a few to rob, you can't do it."

Yan hang laughed: "have you eaten yet?"

"Back home," Chuyi said with a smile, "you went shopping?"

"No," said Yan hang, "I've been looking for a job."

"Did you find it?" Ask immediately on the first day of junior high school.

"Nonsense, I'm not looking for any hard work. Can't I find a job as a waiter?" Yan hang took a cigarette and said, "there's a western restaurant over there. I'll take you to eat then."

Chuyi nodded, thought about it, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "you hit, hit, hit Li, Zihao?"

"Well, I hit him, maybe three or four times," Yan hang said, pulling his finger and looking at him after a while. "Who is Li Zihao?"

"Just that day..." Junior one pointed across the street.

"His name is Li Zihao," Yan hang said. "Yes, he took the wrong medicine. He ran to me to challenge. I'm sorry if I don't beat him more than one meal."

"So you lose your job and lose your job." Junior one sighs.

"I'm going to lose my job several times a year," Yan said. "You have to sigh at least eight more times."

Junior one looks at him.

"Besides, it's none of your business. What are you depressed about?" said Yan hang. "I'll fight big. I'll fight anyone who's not good. There's no reason."

"I'm envious of you." Junior one said.

"What do you envy," Yan hang asked, "fighting?"

"No, it's not," Chuichi looked at him. "You're free."

Yan hang also looked at him. He didn't speak for a long time. At last, he laughed and patted him on the arm: "you know what? Go back to dinner. Later, you'll get angry again."

When I got home from junior high school, I didn't work overtime. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It smelled delicious.

He put his schoolbag into the kitchen and washed the bowls before his mother spoke."Go and do your homework," my mother said. "I've finished all the work. If you come back later, you can feed your food."

On the first day of junior high school, I tied up the full garbage bag, put a plastic bag on the garbage can and walked out of the kitchen.

Grandma didn't have time to pay attention to him today. She sat on the sofa and called, "go and make trouble. If you don't make trouble three or two times, who can do it for you?" What a few working days? Don't believe it! Just cheat us common people I tell you to make trouble! Sit on the floor of their hall! You see, they don't care! "

Junior one went into the room and sat on his own bed.

Yesterday, the sportswear had not been washed. When he took it to wash it, he found that all the change in his pocket had been taken out and put on the head of the bed.

He was stunned. He didn't care to judge whether he was short of money. First he reached over and pulled to make sure that there was no steel in the pile of change. Then he jumped up abruptly.

The family will move the money in his pocket, that is, mom and grandma.

Grandma is on the phone He didn't have the courage to ask if he didn't call, so he went into the kitchen and said, "Mom."

"Why." Mother said impatiently.

"My luck, sportswear pocket, money in the bag..." Junior one asked in a low voice, "yes, yes, yes..."

"I took six yuan and went to the grocery store to buy soy sauce. It's six yuan short," my mother said. She turned to the living room and raised her voice. "Your grandmother doesn't even have six yuan in change! I'll take yours. "

The first day of junior high school didn't speak, so he turned around and ran out of the kitchen. After changing his shoes, he didn't care to tell Grandma where to go, so he rushed out of the house.

He doesn't mind his mother taking his pocket money. Anyway, his mother gave him the pocket money.

But today's six yuan is not enough. Six yuan, five yuan for one, and one is definitely ganger.

This is not an ordinary ganger, this is the amulet Yan hang gave him!

Although Yan hang said that gangkai'er is an amulet, this gangkai'er is not an ordinary amulet. It's a jinggangkai'er amulet.

The first day of junior high school, without even falling down, ran to the store and patted on the counter: "gangkaier!"

"Ouch, what are you doing?" The boss gave him a fright.

"My mom just bought soy sauce!" The first day of junior high school seldom finds it inconvenient to stutter. It's just to say a few words less or to slow down. Now I realize how urgent stuttering is. "Yes, is there a steel bar?"

The boss was puzzled and rummaged in the box where he collected the change: "probably. I just collected the money. Here's the first 20 yuan. It's just a steel bar."

"Give it to me!" The first day of junior high school called out and took a dollar note out of his pocket. "Here you are, this one."

"In such a hurry," the boss took out the steel bar and looked at it. "I don't know. I thought you were a gold coin."

On the first day of junior high school, I took the steel bar from my boss and looked down carefully. In fact, there is no special mark on the steel bar. I can only be glad that the boss has taken it now.

"Thank you," the first day of junior high school said, "no, it's not good

"It's OK, it's OK," said the boss. "I'm sweating. What's the matter?"

This is a steelmaker! Can you take it easy.

On the first day of junior high school, I went home with this spirit.

When he entered the door, he was pointed by grandma and scolded, but he didn't feel any more. Anyway, when grandma scolded him, he was just a brain.

When he put gangkai'er in his pencil bag, he felt at ease and didn't want to move when he lay on the bed.

It's getting dark.

After sleeping for a while at noon, Yan hang sat on the windowsill for several hours, staring at the sky in the distance.

Sometimes, after a long time, we can see the change of sky color from light to dark in every frame, and we can even see that there will be a slight Caton when the light and dark are excessive.

I don't know if he is the only one who is bored to the extreme and uneasy to the extreme to have such meaningless observation.

After the rush hour, people and cars on the street are disappearing in the night bit by bit, and they become a little empty.

After school in the afternoon, I didn't see the first day of junior high school.

He jumped off the windowsill and sent a message to Chuyi.

-You didn't go home?

-Back, another way to go

- Oh, I thought you were blocked again

Yan hang drank and wondered if he would make something to eat in the evening, and the news of the first day of junior high school came back.

-Do you want to run in the evening? I'll go to see you

- what time

- maybe ten o'clock, I have to finish my homework before I go out

- it's OK, it's OK in the middle of the night

- then you wait for me

- well

wait.

This word has a different meaning for Yan hang.

He's been waiting.

Waiting to start, waiting to arrive, waiting for Dad to come back, waiting to face the new environment.Waiting to stop one day.

Waiting for Dad to tell him one day why.

He didn't eat lunch. Now Yan hang feels a little hungry. It seems that he still has to eat dinner.

He looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, cheese, butter, onion, potato and bacon. They were quite complete.

Make a baked rice with bacon.

He turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone. As usual, he put up his mobile phone, covered his mask, lowered his head and began to cook.

A few old fans on the screen are still busy.

-I lick this hand first.

- isn't the handsome boy here today?

- on the first day when the handsome boy is away, I miss him.

- brother Xiaotian is in a low mood today.

- can you see his mood with such a big mask?

"The rice was leftover from yesterday," Yan hang picked up the pot and put the butter in it. "After the butter melted, it was very mushy. Pour everything you want to eat into it..."

-Rough

- very quack

"then stir..." Yan hang poured the ingredients and rice into the pot.

-Think you're stuttering too

- infected by a handsome guy? 2333333

Yan hang smiles: "after mixing, pour it into a bowl, compact it, and then sprinkle with chopped cheese Well, put it in the oven at 180 degrees for 15 minutes

He dropped out of the live broadcast and put his cell phone aside.

Staring at the food in the bowl for a long time.

It was not until there was a sound from the door that he suddenly turned his head and picked up the knife beside him.

He didn't know why he had such a reaction, but under his father's intentional or unintentional training, such a reaction seemed to grow in his body, just like those restlessness.

"Dear princes!" Dad's voice came from the living room. "Are you home, baby?"

Yan hang put down his knife and went out of the kitchen: "cooking."

"Do you have mine?" Dad kicked his shoes aside and asked.

"Baked rice, do you want to eat?" Yan hang looked at him and felt that his father was tired.

"Eat," Dad came up to him and stared at him for a long time, "sail."

"Well." Yan hang answered.

"Suddenly I feel like you've grown up." Dad said.

"Then you're a bit slow," said Yan hang. "I don't think I've made a mistake."

Dad laughed. After laughing for a while, he opened his arm and put his arms around Yan hang: "I always feel sorry for you."

Yan hang paused, hugged his father, and then quickly touched him.

"No harm." Dad said.

Yan hang hugged his father and kept silent for a while, but he still didn't hold the sentence: "Dad."

"Well?" Dad patted him on the back.

"I'm afraid." Yan hang said softly.

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.