A Lucky Coin

"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.

The thought of running on that road made him even more unhappy.

No running, no running.

When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he didn't decide whether to run here or not.

The intersection is a bridge, but the traffic on the bridge is very busy, but down the narrow and broken steps by the bridge, the road along the river is very inconspicuous, completely without the artistic conception of "I am a path along the river full of trees".

After standing on the steps for a while, Yan hang decided to run back from here.

However, after running down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.

Looking down from the railings, there was a man on the muddy and rubbish bank.

And it looks like it's bending over to find something.

Treasure hunter?

Yan hang was amused by his first reaction, and his irritability was diluted. He went to the railing to see what the man was doing.

A second later he froze.

The treasure hunter is junior one.

Yesterday, after junior one expressed his gratitude to him and declined his identity as a justice Messenger, he thought about returning the ten yuan protection fee to junior one some time, and he didn't plan to have any more contact with the child.

I didn't expect it would be like this again.

He stepped out of the railings and stood on the edge of the river, staring at the first day of junior high school with a stick on the beach below.

After watching for five minutes, the first day of junior high school was still in that position, and there seemed to be no progress.

He couldn't see it any more. He didn't feel it very clearly when he ran that night. Standing here today, with the wind blowing, he smelled the sour smell coming from the river.

"Ah He called to the bottom.

There was no response on the first day of junior high school.

Stuttering is hard to hear.

Yan hang squatted down and whistled again.

The first day of junior high school with a stick to pick the hand back and forth suddenly stopped in the air, after two seconds, he suddenly straightened up, turned his head, and then stood in the same place.

"What are you doing?" Yan hang asked.

Junior one looked at him and said nothing.

"Come up!" Yan hang called.

Junior one looked down at his feet and hesitated.

At this moment, Yan hang saw that more than half of his shoes had gone into the black mud.

"Damn it," Yan hang couldn't bear, "come on up! You Martians are so careless! Dirty or not

The first day of junior high school actually laughed, hesitated for a while, and then slowly came to the side.

Looking at him walking to the stone under the riverside, Yan hangcai frowned and asked, "what are you looking for?"

"East, East, West." Junior one looks up at him.

"You have a standard answer to this nonsense. Come up first." Yan hang looked at both sides, and there was an iron ladder on the dike a few meters away from his left hand, which should be where he got down on the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school, I reluctantly took another look at the river bank. Then I went to the iron ladder.

The lower part of the iron ladder is rusty. You have to hold the iron bar with your hand and step on the wall to get up. It's not difficult to get down. Just jump down, and it's not easy to get up, especially the head of junior high school

Yan hang was just about to go to see if he could help him. On the first day of junior high school, he jumped up and grabbed the last space of the iron ladder. Then he folded his legs and pushed his feet on the Wall twice. Before Yan hang reached the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road."You Good skill, young Xia. " Yan hang was a little surprised.

"Yes, I did." Junior one said.

"What are you looking for?" Yan hang went up to him and asked again.

"Pen." The first day of junior high school, it seems a little depressed.

Yan hang thinks of his new notebook. How can he find it when it falls down? Remember something important? But after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait until the first day of junior high school.

He had to add: "notebook ah?"

"Pen." I raised my voice a little bit on the first day of junior high school.

"Oh, pen?" Only then did Yan hang react.

Such things as paper and pen are far away from his life. I can only guess that pen is worth a little more than book?

But

"You're just a pen?" Yan hang could hardly understand their Martian brain circuits.

"Well." Junior one nodded and stepped back two steps.

"Hide a fart, can I still beat you." Yan hang felt that his irritability had shaken the first day of junior high school, so he sat down on the railing next to him.

"Yes, it smells." Junior one a little embarrassed to inhale the nose.

"Oh." He answered.

The two fell into silence.

Silent for a while, Yan hang took a look at the beginning: "how can your pen fall there?"

Chuichi smiles and doesn't speak.

"Was it thrown down?" Yan hang asked.

The first day of junior high school still didn't speak.

"Are they the students?" Yan hang continued to ask.

Junior one lowered his head and stamped the mud on his shoes.

Yan hang felt in his pocket and found a bag of wet tissue that his colleagues gave him at lunch.

"Here you are." He handed over the tissue.

The first time I took it, I took one out and looked back and forth in my hand.

"Don't you have wet tissue?" Yan hang said.

"I've never seen you since I came here." First day of junior high school, I squatted down and slowly wiped the mud on my shoes.

Yan hang looked at him. In fact, whether the shoes are polished or not is just a matter of fact. A pair of very old shoes are still very old in style. The goods from the stall have to be the kind of stall in the town market.

"First day of junior high school." Yan hang called him.

"Well?" First day of junior high school.

"Why do they have trouble with you?" Yan hang asked.

The first day of junior high school lowered his head and continued to polish shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate you."

"Why I hate you." Yan hang jumped down from the railing and squatted opposite him.

"I'm stuttering." Junior one said.

"Is that all?" Yan hang frowned.

The action of shoeshine on the first day of junior high school stopped and nodded after a while: "HMM."

Fart.

Yan hang glanced at him and didn't ask any more.

Although it's not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, teenagers hate a person. Sometimes they can't find a reason. If others hate him, they will hate him. If others bully him, they will bully him. They are afraid that their pace will not be unified with the army and they will be put on the opposite side.

But the reaction of junior one is obviously not just stuttering.

But Yan hang didn't want to ask any more. It was too hard to communicate with junior one. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, the child basically didn't have more than five words.

It's an exception when you're talking.

…… Yan hang couldn't help but stare at him again.

It's amazing.

After the first day of junior high school, I left. Before I left, I was still in a daze at the beach for a while.

Yan hang wants to ask if that pen is a gold one.

The gold-plated frame can't hold, it has to be four 9 pure gold.

He stayed in the same place for a while, and it was estimated that the first day of junior high school had already walked out of this road, so he moved for a while and ran back along the road.

Today, it was still dawn. He didn't twist his foot and saw the road clearly.

Generally, the roads like this in the city are very dirty. They drink too much to vomit. They can't find a toilet to solve it But the road is clean.

All the way, he wanted to see the tree hole in the first day of junior high school, but he didn't find it.

By the time I got home, Dad had already cooked the dishes.

One dish, one soup.

Chinese cabbage leaf soup, Chinese cabbage help fried prawns.

"See, it's called prawn. I'm moved," my father said, "drink two cups?"

Yan hang nodded, very moved.

My father has never considered whether it is appropriate for minors to drink. Yan hang can't remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In a word, in his memory, as long as my father said, drink two cups, they can sit down and drink two cups.

Today, Dad's mood doesn't seem to be very good. When he drinks, he doesn't say a word. He just drinks with his head down.

Yan hang was silent.It wasn't until the TV news said today's date that he regained his mind.

He didn't remember the date when he went out in the morning.

On this day of the year, dad is depressed for a day or two.

He didn't ask, but he always guessed that this day might have something to do with his mother who had no impression at all.

These two cups were drunk by Dad, and they drank a little too much one by one. When Yan hang faintly fell on the bed, he felt the sleepiness of arriving on time.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep. The next day, Dad came to wake him up.

I've already bought soybean milk and fried dough sticks.

"No more cabbage soup?" Yan hang yawned.

"I'll cook it for you in the evening." Dad said.

"I cook in the evening," said Yan hang. "Don't do it. The prawns will die."

Dad had fun with a fried dough stick in his mouth for a long time.

When Yan hang strolled to the coffee shop, he found ten yuan in his pocket. Yesterday, he forgot to return the money to junior one.

Ten yuan is a lot of money for someone who can turn a pen in the garbage.

As he walked, he took out his mobile phone and planned to send a message to Chuyi and make an appointment to give him the money.

Before the mobile phone was turned on, he heard a voice nearby that was not high, but called out in a strange tone: "boss --"

Yan hang looked over his head along the voice.

There were two people at the bus stop by the side of the road. After he looked at them, they turned their heads quickly and looked like they didn't know anything.

Yan hang didn't know the way, but he did well in recognizing people, not to mention having met twice.

Scum one and two.

At the thought of looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of junior high school, he was a little fidgety, for the unyielding temperament of the first day of junior high school, and for the classmates who had nothing to do with him.

He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two.

No. 2, who was looking at the station sign, touched No. 1 with his arm. They both deviated at the same time, probably seeing him.

When Yan hang was still a few meters away from them, they turned around and ran at the same time, and ran in two directions.

"What the hell?" Yan hang quickly picked up the little scum No. 1 and ran after it.

Rubbish! I think I can't fight and run!

He was so weak that he didn't dare to offend him.

After today's saying, I thought I could relax a lot. At least I put the question in front of my father, instead of the fact that for so many years, both of them had tacit understanding and ignored the thorn stuck between them.

But it's not easy. On the contrary, it adds resistance and uneasiness.

"Why didn't you go back to dinner?" Yan hang looks at the first day of junior high school.

"I'd like to invite you. I'd like to invite you to eat." The first day of junior high school, my eyelids are drooping.

"Then why didn't you say it yesterday and why didn't you say it in the morning?" Yan hang asked.

Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.

"Is it blocked?" Yan hang tut twice.

"No," the first day of junior high school shook his head, "it's to prevent, prevent being blocked."

"Is that Li DAHAO?" Yan hang asked.

The first time I saw him: "son."

"Oh." Yan hang didn't really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.

"It's not him," junior one said. "He doesn't use hide."

"That's another one?" Yan hang sighed.

"Next door, from the building," the first day of junior high school said, "the missing gangster, the gangster back, back."

Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, "are you in trouble?"

"See me, can think, want to find, a joy," the first day of junior high school is quite calm, "see, don't see, it's OK."

"Forget your classmates' rubbish," said Yan hang. "If this person bothers you, please tell me."

"You fight, you fight," Chuichi took a drink. "Always, win?"

"I haven't lost," Yan hang said with a smile. "I'll call my dad when I'm going to lose."

"Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? " I was a little surprised.

"Well," Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, "we are so boring sometimes."

Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.

Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.

This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.

But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.It's like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!

Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.

It's normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.

This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.

It's early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It's almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.

He looked out of the window.

"Why?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, "look at the first day of junior high school?"

"He may have trouble coming back at this time." Yan hang said.

"Go to the intersection and wait for him," Dad said, "great Xia Yan."

"You can cook the rice first," Yan hang looked back at him. "I'll fry two dishes for rice today."

"I want to eat Western food." Dad said.

"You just say you don't want to cook." Yan hang said.

"Our prince is smart," my father laughed. "Nothing can escape your eyes."

"I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan hang insisted.

"OK, I'll cook when I lose," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."

"Well, I'll buy it now." Yan hang took another look out of the window, opened the door and went out.