A Lucky Coin

He didn't wake up on the first day of the morning as usual, it was the sound of pulling the door when Yan Hang got up to go to the balcony that woke him up.

He took his phone and looked at the time first, it was still early.

Then he suddenly saw the little dolphin massager next to the pillow... Yan Hang corrected him and told him that this was not a little whale but a little dolphin... When he saw the little dolphin, he remembered what happened last night, and immediately threw his phone away, I closed my eyes.

Last night, he had shameless imaginings of the little dolphin in horror, but he never expected that Yan Hang would hold this and press his back and legs.

He didn't care about the detailed feeling of this huge difference at the time. At that time, no matter where there was a little vibration, it could have the same effect, but thinking about it now...

I just don't want to open my eyes again.

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned over with his pillow in his arms.

He was still a little confused at first, but because of the sudden appearance of the little dolphin, he suddenly became fully awake, and his mind was full of what happened last night.

And no matter which scene I think of, I can accurately recall the feeling at that time.

Yan Hang came in from the balcony, and heard footsteps that he walked to the bedside.

On the first day of junior high school, she continued to pretend to be asleep, with half of her face buried in the pillow.

"Do you want me to take a leave of absence for you?" Yan Hang's voice came from above, "Tell your team leader that your hip is injured and you need to rest."

On the first day of junior high school, I just lifted the towel and even saved the process of sitting up, and jumped directly from the bed to the ground.

"You want to say that your skills are not good enough," said the first day of junior high school while getting dressed, "I didn't, I didn't let you go, you couldn't go to work."

Yan Hang didn't speak, leaned against the cabinet door and smiled at him: "Breathed like that, I thought you were going to die."

"No, don't be too big. It's not suitable for children to say something like this early in the morning." On the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt that my face was going to burn, "I'm still young, a puppy."

"Good boy," Yan Hang went over and hugged him and kissed him, "Did you have a good time last night?"

"Don't bully, bully the dog," Chuyi clicked his tongue, "No, the dog doesn't have a chance, it will clean you up."

Yan Hang smiled for a while: "Hurry up, I'm going to be late for work."

On the first day of the new year, he took two steps towards the door of the bedroom, turned his head and glanced at the bed, then rushed back to pick up the little dolphin massager, opened the cabinet and stuffed it into the innermost part of the wardrobe.

Then he shook his head and walked out of the bedroom.

When Yan Hang went into the kitchen to make some breakfast, Chuyi poked his head out of the bathroom, brushed his teeth and said, "Don't make breakfast, dinner is over, I'll go out to eat."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Keep your stomach, let's have breakfast with Uncle Yan." Chu Yi said.

"He had to sleep until noon before he could get up," Yan Hang said, "After drinking yesterday, he also relaxed, and he might be able to sleep until the afternoon."

"I think he always relaxes, relaxes," Chuyi said, "He still smiles when he enters the court, laughs."

"He's like that." Yan Hang took out a bottle of yogurt, cut two slices of bread, and planned to make a yogurt sandwich for the first day of the junior high school. "If there's something you can't see on your face, just forget it."

"You are just like him," Chu Yi said, "Small plans are deep, and deep plans are deep."

Yan Hang glanced at him with a smile: "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid," Chuyi said, "If you don't know how to do it, count me in."

"So confident." Yan Hang cut two pieces of red sausage and put them in the bread.

"In the past two years, I have been very, very confident," said the first day of the junior high school, "I don't know where I came from."

"I gave it." Yan Hang put the sandwich on a plate and handed it to him.

"It should be." He took the plate on the first day of the junior high school, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and didn't eat for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"No." The first day of the junior high school lowered its head and picked up the sandwich and took a bite, "I just think it's good, it's so dangerous, people and people just turn around like that, and the head may be wrong, and I missed it."

"A car mechanic," Yan Hang said, "don't be so poetic all day long."

The first day smiled.

Not only did Dad not sleep until the afternoon, he didn't even miss lunch. At 10:30, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.

"Are you up?" Yan Hang answered the phone.

"Well, Lao Cui called me to wake up and play with you." Dad yawned, "I probably think that getting up late will affect the affection between father and son."

"Are you hungry?" Yan Hang asked, "Take you to eat."

"Okay," Dad said, "but I don't want to eat seafood, so I'll just have an ordinary meal without seafood."

"Why?" Yan Hang asked.

"I'm tired of eating," my father sighed. "I rented a room to hide before. The rent included food, and the landlord sold seafood. I ate seafood for several months, and I felt like throwing up when I thought of the smell."

Yan Hang laughed, and felt a little uncomfortable after laughing for a while.

"Let's go eat hot pot," Dad said, "It's Sichuan-style."

"Okay." Yan Hang said.

Yan Hang packed up and went downstairs, but his father was already standing downstairs waiting for him.

"So fast?" He walked over.

"Do you have any cigarettes," Dad asked him, "give me one."

Yan Hang handed over the cigarettes in his pocket: "You don't have any money to buy cigarettes, do you?"

"I don't have time to buy cigarettes at all," Dad lit a cigarette, "Going to school on the first day of junior high...going to work?"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I am very active every day, similar to saving people."

Dad laughed, thought about it and looked at him again: "Are you two serious?"

"It depends on how you define seriousness," Yan Hang said, "I haven't thought too much about it, what the future will be, and I have no plans or ideas."

"You define it yourself," Dad said.

"Then I'm serious." Yan Hang nodded.

Dad took two sharp puffs of his cigarette, then extinguished it on the trash can next to him: "Okay."

"Actually, it's quite difficult to accept." Yan Hang looked at him, "After all, it was never expected."

"I didn't think about it at all," Dad took out a piece of chewing gum and put it in his mouth, then turned and walked towards the gate, "I used to think that you were very attractive to girls, but I was still thinking about what kind of girl you would find for me in the future." Where is the daughter-in-law?"

"There is no need to think about it now," Yan Hang said, "Not only is there no daughter-in-law, but there is no future."

Dad glanced at him: "It's a pity that Lao Yan's family has such good genes."

"Are you sorry?" Yan Hang said with a smile, "Are you upset?"

"A little bit," Dad patted him on the back, "but it's still the same sentence, you can do whatever you want, as long as you like, I don't care."

Yan Hang walked to the entrance of the community with his father, and there were two taxis parked at the door, but he hesitated for a moment, didn't get in the car, and took his father along the road.

"Let's go?" he said.

"Well," Dad stretched, "It's been a long time since my son left like this."

"I haven't walked much before." Yan Hang said, "Walking a few steps is like breaking your leg."

"That's you," Dad said.

"I squeeze the bus now." Yan Hang smiled.

"The prince has been reduced to relying on a little stutter who was bullied since he was a child," my father sighed, "The world has changed."

"Do you have any money there?" Yan Hang thought for a while, then turned to look at his father.

"No, I will give all the money to Cui Yi before I leave..." Dad turned to look at him halfway through speaking, "He embezzled my inheritance?"

"...The inheritance was given to me," Yan Hang said, "I just want to ask, if you run out of money, I still have part of your inheritance. You are not dead anyway, so I can return it to you."

"You take it, don't worry about me," Dad said, "I'll do whatever I want."

"How?" Yan Hang asked.

"Find a rich woman to hang out with," Dad said.

Yan Hang took two steps back and looked at him. After a while, he sighed: "Let's think about it when your hair grows."

Dad laughed for a long time.

I didn't have any sense of familiarity and strangeness with my dad because of time and what happened.

From the second he saw Dad... No, after he vomited, he returned to the usual atmosphere of getting along with Dad.

In fact, many things have changed. He will no longer wander around with his father, will no longer rent a house with his father, will no longer talk about eating together regardless of whether he has money, and gradually will no longer be in the days when he disappears. Lian has insomnia, and he won't even live with his father anymore.

But even so, Dad is still Dad, and the relationship that has been dependent on each other for more than ten years can no longer be summed up by only father and son.

And most importantly, those uneasy factors in their lives are gone.

The uneasiness brought by Dad himself, but erased by himself.

Sometimes it's amazing when you think about it.

But now, even if Dad disappears without leaving a word tomorrow, he will not return to the darkness again, and of course he will still miss him if he misses it, and that is just a simple miss.

The only thing that made his heart tremble slightly was his father's phrase "inheritance".

When he left, he probably didn't think that he could come back alive, so he was handed over to Cui Yi with the idea of ​​Tuogu.

"What are you thinking?" Dad asked next to him.

"Too many to tell." Yan Hang said.

"Old Cui said that you have been seeing a doctor, and you have been there a few times recently," Dad said, "How is the situation?"

"It's basically fine," Yan Hang said, "The last time I went back, it was because of work, and I couldn't control my emotions well."

"Did you get fired for beating up the boss?" Dad asked.

"I really want to scream," Yan Hang snorted, "I hit our new chef, but in the end I endured it."

"Forbearance?" Dad seemed a little surprised, and turned to look at him.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

"You can still learn something from the first day of junior high school," Dad said, "I have never cared about you, and I can beat whoever I want, anyway, I can't suffer a big loss...I didn't expect that I can bear it now. "

"Does a ninja still need to learn from others?" Yan Hang said.

Dad laughed: "You know it yourself."

After walking forward for a while, the restaurant was almost there. Yan Hang pointed to the side of the road: "The shopping mall is newly opened. I'll take you around after eating in a while. You haven't shopped for several years..."

Before Yan Hang finished speaking, he felt that something was not right.

"Dear prince, do you think I have just been released after being imprisoned for more than ten years?" Dad said, "I have been wandering outside since I surrendered to the detention center."

"...Follow me by the way, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Really not," Dad laughed, "I have so many things to do, and I'm not here all the time, and what's more..."

Dad put his arm on his shoulder and hugged him: "I don't dare to see you, I think so hard, and my heart hurts."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Do you feel wronged?" Dad asked, "I don't have a reliable father."

"I'm only in my early twenties," Yan Hang said, "It's too late for you to be reliable now."

"Okay," Dad nodded, "I'll discuss it with Lawyer Cui tomorrow, and I'll be his assistant."

"...You might as well just ask him for money," Yan Hang laughed, "Are you embarrassed to find such an excuse?"

"I really need to ask him for some money," Dad said, "After playing this year, I will do something myself next year."

"Okay." Yan Hang said immediately, "I can help."

"Don't be overqualified." Dad shook his head.

"What do you want to do?" Yan Hang asked.

"Anyway, it won't be a western restaurant." Dad said with a smile.

On the first day of junior high school, I got off work an hour early today, and after a few words with my colleagues, I took the car to the shopping mall.

Uncle Yan came back too suddenly, leaving no time for him and Yan Hang to prepare.

He had been thinking about buying some gifts before Uncle Yan came out, as a celebration, but before he could decide what to buy, he came back so suddenly.

On the first day of junior high school, I wandered back and forth in the shopping malls. The expensive ones are too expensive, the cheap ones are boring, the ordinary ones are not creative, and the creative ones are not practical...

In the end, he still stood in front of the thermos cup counter.

The cups in this house, before he passed by, he would not look in, and if he dragged him in, he would hold on to the doorpost without letting go. There are hundreds of cups per cup, and he was not willing to come in when he bought cups for Yan Hang last year.

But it’s different now. His salary is not bad now, it’s twice as high as when he was an intern. After the certificate exam, he can get more money.

There is no need to gnash your teeth when you buy a thermos cup worth a few hundred yuan.

When he came out of the shopping mall with a bag that looked like a super luxurious local tyrant's thermos cup, Yan Hang called.

"Hello?" Chuyi answered the phone.

"Are you off work on time today?" Yan Hang asked.

"It's already off work." Chu Yi said.

"Well, okay, I'll eat at home tonight," Yan Hang said, "I'll cook something."

"No, go out for a big meal or something?" Chu Yi asked, "After all, letting it go is a big deal."

"It's not that you have been in an unjust prison for ten years, do you still want to hang a whip... My dad usually likes to stay at home," Yan Hang smiled, "You didn't see that he used to eat barbecue and take it home Do you want to eat?"

"That's fine," Chu Yi said, "I'll bring the vegetables back, shall I go?"

"I bought it," Yan Hang said, "Just come back right away."

"Miss me?" Chu Yi asked.

"Yeah," Yan Hang said, "I'm also worried about your butt, I'll rub it for you when I come back."

"...You can shout louder, louder." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled and hung up the phone.

Uncle Yan highly praised the thermos that he brought home on the first day of junior high school.

He held the cup and laughed for 5 minutes without stopping.

"Are you the promotion ambassador for the vacuum flask?" Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, "Can you give me some other gifts?"

"No, isn't this good-looking?" The first day of the junior high school also kept laughing.

"It's much better than mine." Yan Hang took the cup and looked at it. "I think the main reason is that there are probably no ugly middle-aged and elderly models in the store. You can pick a similar one with your eyes closed."

"This is the salesman, the salesman picked it." The first day of the junior high school answered truthfully.

"No wonder." Yan Hang smiled and stretched out his hand to flick him on the face.

Startled on the first day of the lunar new year, he subconsciously glanced at Uncle Yan.

Uncle Yan clicked his tongue and did not speak.

Chuyi lowered his voice and tried to keep his lips still, and turned to look at Yan Hang: "Don't do anything blind."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, and raised his hand to pinch his face again.

Chu Yi glared at him.

Yan Hang raised his hand and pinched the tip of his nose again.

"Is it over?" he said.

"You are the only one with a guilty conscience." Yan Hang said in a low voice.

"Tsk you!" Chu Yi still stared at him.

Uncle Yan clicked his tongue several times over there, and Yan Hang smiled and fell on the sofa: "It's been a long time since he was so cute with such a cute kid, and you are still so cooperative."

"Yes," Uncle Yan nodded, "Yan Hang is not like a child, I can't usually tease him."

Chuyi sighed.

"Eat," Yan Hang clapped his hands, "Call Lao Cui, you can come over."

Uncle Yan called Cui Yi: "Lawyer Cui, dinner is ready, can I carry you over here?"

Cui Yi said something over there, Uncle Yan said: "It's okay, I can interrupt it for you and then recite it."

Cui Yi entered the door a few minutes later, and sighed as soon as he entered: "You don't need to call me for this kind of family gathering, I'm not used to it."

"You can stand by and serve the food." Uncle Yan said.

"Do you know how much I charge for an hour of consultation?" Cui Yi said.

"I don't know," Uncle Yan replied simply, "I won't give you any money."

"Uncle Cui sit here," Yan Hang took a chair for Cui Yi, "It is good for the body and mind to feel the warmth of the family once in a while."

Cui Yi sat down, leaned against the back of the chair and smiled: "It's good, it's finally calming down."

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Uncle Yan asked him, "If you're not busy, how about a drink?"

"You've already said that," Cui Yi said, "Even if I'm busy tomorrow, I still have to drink."

On the first day of the junior high school, I followed Yan Hang into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked: "There's no beer, haven't you bought it?"

"The two of them want to drink something white," Yan Hang said, "I bought it, and we have a drink."

"Oh." Chu Yi was taken aback, "Why?"

"Old Cui, I don't understand. If my dad behaves like this, he will definitely not be drunk tonight," Yan Hang said, "If you want to drink along, then ask for leave tomorrow."

"I don't drink," said Chuyi hurriedly, "I don't drink."

What Yan Hang cooked today was Chinese food. There were four people. He cooked seven or eight dishes, all served in large plates and bowls, and then put a few bottles of white wine on the table, making the first day of the junior high school trembling.

It looked like someone would end up lying under the table.

"You two drink?" Cui Yi glanced at the iced black tea in Yan Hang's hand.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "We are still young."

"Underage." Chu Yi said.

"Then watch the adults drink." Cui Yi flicked his finger on the wine bottle, "Pour the wine."

Yan Hang immediately stood up and opened the wine, pouring a full glass for each of them.

"Didn't expect that," Uncle Yan picked up the cup, "We still have a day to drink like this."

"Well," Cui Yi also picked up the glass, stared at the wine in a daze for a while, and then knocked on his glass, "I thought I would never see him again in this life."

Uncle Yan smiled, raised his head and took a sip, and half a glass of wine went down. He felt his throat was burning when he saw it on the first day of Chu, so he quickly picked up the iced black tea and took a sip.

Cui Yi also raised his head and poured down half a glass.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he took another sip of iced black tea.

Yan Hang has never figured out the relationship between Cui Yi and his father. He only knows that they were friends before his father got married. As for a person who became a lawyer later, how did he become a gangster at the beginning and is still a vagrant now? I don't know if my father became friends.

Dad didn't mention it either, probably because he mentioned these things, and he wanted to mention the past that he didn't want to think about.

Yan Hang took the iced black tea bottle and knocked it on Chuyi's hand: "Brother Gou, let's go."

On the first day of the junior high school, he raised his head proudly, drank half a bottle of iced black tea, then wiped his mouth, and put the bottle on the table: "It's your turn."

Yan Hang suppressed a smile, and proudly raised his head and poured down half a bottle.

"Is there, a little silly?" Chu asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

Dad and Cui Yi drank heavily, chatting and drinking. They didn't eat much food, but the bottle was emptied after a while.

Although in Yan Hang's ears, there was nothing to listen to between the two of them chatting, it was nothing more than what Dad had seen and heard in the past few years. When Cui Yi asked, he said it casually, but he felt at ease.

On the first day of junior high school, I ate with my head buried next to me. While eating, I listened very intently, interjecting from time to time to ask a few questions.

Even if he is Brother Dog, he is still a Brother Dog who has never seen the world. What his father said casually is very new to him.

Yan Hang smiled, leaning on the back of the chair and swaying gently.

The lamp on the ceiling is quite old, but the lamp head was changed on the first day of junior high school, so it is very bright. I used white light before.

It is indeed very comfortable.

The smell of vegetables and wine in the nose, the chattering sounds that sometimes go up and down in the ear, and the room, the table of food, and a few people can be seen in the eyes.

Yan Hang felt more relaxed than ever.

It's not that he's not used to living an unchanging "ordinary" life, but that he hasn't really lived such a life, until now, it really started.

He closed his eyes and shook slightly, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes into his ears.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to rub it, someone took a tissue and pressed the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and looked at the first day of the junior high school.

"Are you happy?" Chu Yi asked.

"Yeah." He smiled.