A Lucky Coin

Yan Hang and Chuyi were the table that lasted the longest on the platform on the second floor of the hotel, and the couples at the next tables left before them.

Of course, there are still many places for couples to go during the long weekend night, drink coffee, watch a movie, eat barbecue, go shopping and so on.

The two of them have been watching the sea from the platform.

"Hey," Yan Hang stretched his waist, turned his face to face the sea, put his legs on the wooden railing next to him, took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit the cigarette with the lighter he gave him on the first day of the new year, and took the lighter I looked in front of my eyes, "I don't know how long the cotton core flint here will last..."

"Here's this," Chuyi immediately took out a paper bag from his bag and handed it to him, "replacement set, set."

"Why didn't you take it out together?" Yan Hang looked at it, and there was a small can of oil and a set of fire asbestos cores inside.

"No, it's not packaged, it's like a gift." Chu Yi said.

"Oh." Yan Hang laughed.

After smoking a cigarette, Yan Hang stood up: "Let's go, want to visit the night market?"

"Okay." On the first day of the junior high school, he stood up. Yan Hang never took his bag. He put the bag of accessories back in his bag, and walked out of the restaurant with Yan Hang.

After a short stroll, we arrived at the night market. In addition to beer and barbecue, there are many stalls, clothes, shoes, daily necessities, and various gadgets.

There was no chance to go shopping on the first day of junior high school. Except for buying shoes last time, he never went to the night market.

There is no need to buy anything when visiting the night market today, so he stared at the various small stalls, and Yan Hang didn't stop him, so it was very pleasant to go shopping.

"It's hotter than me, my house is much more noisy." On the first day of junior high school, he kept looking around.

"You know if your house is hot or not," Yan Hang said, "Isn't it also very lively during the music festival? How can there be a music festival in a city that is really not lively?"

"...Oh," Chu Yi smiled, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm late, I don't go to school, I don't go to far places, Fang."

"You just go to school during the day, and then run to a vegetable market to buy a barrel of oil for your grandma." Yan Hang said.

"Yeah," Chu Yi said, "Without you, it's good to just run, and it takes a few hours to train."

Yan Hang didn't speak, put his arm on his shoulder with a smile, and shook his neck a few times.

When passing by a shop selling various sports bottles and cups, Yan Hang paused: "Go in and have a look?"

"Do you want to buy a cup, a cup?" Chu Yi asked.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

"No, there's a stall in front, a stall..." The first day of the junior high school stopped talking halfway, "Forget it, let's go."

Yan Hang smiled and entered the store.

When I first entered the store, I looked at the label first. A plastic cup costs more than 100. It looks good, and it is much more beautiful than the street stalls outside, but...

A plastic cup!plastic!

More than 100!

"Which color looks better?" Yan Hang stood beside him.

"Your foreman," Chu Yi looked at him, "Did you pick up the money?"

Yan Hang held a sports cup and smiled for a long time: "It's not just about picking it up."

"Again?" Chu Yi said.

"I'll find a band-aid for you to put on your mouth later." Yan Hang tossed the water glass, and the glass spun twice in the air and fell back into his hand. "I spend all my salary every month anyway, and I don't save any money... which one is nice? ?”

On the first day of junior high school, I struggled for a long time in a row of cups, and finally picked a blue one with an orange lid: "This one."

"That's it," Yan Hang looked at it, "The pattern is also pretty."

There is a white pattern printed on the outside of the cup. It is a dog. The breed cannot be identified. It is probably a native dog.

When he walked out of the store, Yan Hang stuffed the cup into his bag: "Stop drinking from that bottle of yours."

Chu Yi was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him abruptly.

"Beverage bottles don't fit your current personality at school," Yan Hang said.

Chu took out the cup again, looked back into the store, hesitated for a while and didn't dare to say go back and return it for a cheaper one.

He looked down at the cup, and it was indeed beautiful, very stylish, and looked very rustic.

"Prodigal play, bastard." He sighed.

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.

Just as she was about to move on, a girl's voice came from beside her, with some hesitation: "First day?"

On the first day of the junior high school, he turned his head and saw three girls standing beside him.

The one in the middle looks a little... familiar.

"You don't know me?" The girl waved at him, "I'm a shell."

"...Ah." Only then did he think about it on the first day of the junior high school.

"What about shopping?" Bei Ke walked over with a smile, looked at Yan Hang, "Your friend?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

"Hello." Yan Hang greeted.

"I'm also shopping with my classmates." Bei Ke turned her head and pointed to the two girls behind, who waved their hands in this direction.

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled at them both awkwardly.

After that, the silence was not at all as he expected.

He glanced at Yan Hang's face from the corner of his eye. Although Yan Hang didn't have many friends, he would definitely have no problem dealing with this kind of situation. He hoped that Yan Hang could give him respect.

But Yan Hang kept silent, just put his elbow on his shoulder and smiled beside him as if waiting to watch the excitement.

"How about..." Beike opened the mouth first, pointing to a milk tea shop nearby, "I'm about to treat them both to drink milk tea, shall we go together?"

Just when I was about to say that I couldn’t drink milk tea after drinking a big beer, Yan Hang finally said, "Okay."

Chu Yi turned to stare at him.

Yan Hang smiled happily and raised his eyebrows at him.

Yan Hang whispered in Bei Ke's ear when he followed Bei Ke to the milk tea shop, "It's pretty."

"You..." The first day of junior high school was very helpless.

"Go and give the money," Yan Hang nudged him with an elbow, "Don't ask the little girl to give the money."

"Oh." On the first day of the junior high school, he quickly walked forward while touching the money.

"I ordered it for you," Bei Ke stood in front of the cashier and said with a smile. "Every time I come to his house, I forcefully recommend my favorite."

"Okay." Chu nodded.

After ordering five cups of milk tea, Bei Ke took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code, but he was taken aback for a while before he realized it.

It's too rustic, he never thought that there is such a simple and fast way to pay by mobile phone.

In order to implement Yan Hang's suggestion, he quickly put the 100 yuan in his hand on the table.

Probably because I was a little anxious, and the energy was a little too strong, so there was a bang.

The cashier and Shell were startled and looked at him together.

"Collect the money." The first day of the junior high school overcame the embarrassment in his heart and said briefly.

Bei Ke was stunned for a moment, and then smiled a little embarrassedly: "No need, I said I'm a treat."

On the first day of the junior high school, he didn't speak and looked at the cashier.

The cashier took the 100 yuan and said, "One hundred for you."

When they walked towards the table together, Chuyi heard Yan Hang's uncontrollable laughter behind him.

He turned his head to look at Yan Hang.

"It's cool." Yan Hang whispered.

On the first day of the new year, he didn't know what to say, and after a few people sat down, he could only continue to remain silent.

"Which school do you belong to?" Yan Hang finally stopped watching and relieved him.

"It's not a good school." Beike said the name of the school. He hadn't heard of it in the first grade of junior high school. He only knew of the school here, which was a technical secondary school. I guess Yan Hang didn't know either. Beike said with a smile, "It's a very ordinary junior college. , just mess around."

"How about you on the first day of junior high school?" Shell looked at the first day of junior high school.

"I'm technical secondary school," said the first day of junior high school, "just..."

Before he could tell the name of the school, Bei Ke interrupted him in surprise: "You are so young?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"I thought you came to college," Bei Ke smiled, "You look quite stable, not like a high school student."

Like before, before 1.5 meters eight can still look like a primary school student.

The first day smiled.

Bei Ke and her two classmates are very cheerful and talk a lot. The silence in the first day of junior high school does not affect their chatting. In addition, Yan Hang makes a few words from time to time, and the atmosphere is quite good.

On the first day of the junior high school, he breathed a sigh of relief and drank milk tea seriously.

After chatting for about half an hour, several people walked out of the milk tea shop together, and Bei Ke asked them, "Are you still shopping?"

"We were just going to take the car." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the junior high school, I am very grateful that he did not say that he would still go shopping.

"Okay, we still have to go there," Bei Ke waved his hand, "On the first day of junior high school, I will ask you to come out to play next time, so don't refuse me again."

"Ah." Chu Yi replied.

After watching the three girls leave, he turned his head to look at Yan Hang: "She went, last time she asked me to come out, come out to play?"

"Otherwise, no one will ask you if you are free on the weekend?" Yan Hang said.

"Oh," Chu Yi said, "I thought she was just chatting, Tianer."

"I think you're very smart when you're talkative," Yan Hang sighed, "I wonder if you're a little brainless at times like this."

"Why don't you, listen," Chu Yi leaned over to him and shook his head, "Is there any noise?"

"... Hush." ​​Yan Hang said.

"That might be, less often." Chu nodded.

The two laughed all the way until they got into a taxi and finally stopped.

As long as he came out with Yan Hang, he didn't really want to go back to school in the first day of junior high school, and today was Yan Hang's birthday, so he didn't even want to go back to school.

Yan Hang probably knew his habits a long time ago, and he just told the taxi the address of their community without asking him if he wanted to go back to the dormitory.

When I returned to the downstairs of the community, Chuyi looked carefully into the grass: "Little thorn, where's the hedgehog?"

"Maybe over there," Yan Hang pointed to the small garden in front of the other building, "running around at night, and now the range of activities is larger than before. After all, he is a young hedgehog, and he wants to explore the world. .”

Chuyi laughed and walked over there.

I went around and found it in a clump of grass.

"Grow up," Chuyi said, "really, fatter."

"Yes." Yan Hang took out his phone and took a photo.

When he came back last time, he had already put on his own set of clothes, but today he changed into Yan Hang's clothes again after taking a shower.

"How tall are you now?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Aren't my pants too long for you?"

"It has nothing to do with height," he said while sitting cross-legged on the bed in the first day of junior high school, drinking water from the cup Gang Yanhang bought for him. "It has to do with the length of his legs."

"I was just thinking," Yan Hang lay on the bed and looked at him with his head propped up, "When will you be as comfortable talking to others as you are now?"

"You see, I've never thought about such unreasonable things." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed, and after a while he said again: "That Shell likes you."

On the first day of the junior high school, he took a sip of water calmly, and when he swallowed, he realized what Yan Hang said, and suddenly coughed for a long time.

Tears were coughed up.

"What?" He wiped away tears.

"You can't do it," Yan Hang looked at him, "Did you never think that girls would like you?"

"No," answered honestly on the first day of the junior high school, "I didn't think about it at all. I thought that girls would date me and talk to me."

"There will be more girls who like you in the future," Yan Hang smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "You have to get used to it quickly, handsome boy."

"What about you?" Chu Yi asked.

"What about me?" Yan Hang leaned against the head of the bed, "Do I like you?"

"...No," Chuyi sighed, "Yes, is there..."

"Yes," Yan Hang laughed, "You don't think that a handsome guy like me won't be liked by girls after living for 19 years?"

"Face." Chu Yi looked at him.

"I didn't have a big face when I said that," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "Not only girls, but also many men."

On the first day of the junior high school, I was stunned.

male.

male?

male!

Which man?

Zhou... Chun... Yang...?!

On the first day of junior high school, I don't know why I suddenly thought of Zhou Chunyang. Zhou Chunyang just went to Yan Hang's restaurant for dinner once.

But after all, it was because of Zhou Chunyang that he realized for the first time that such a person really existed beside him.

All the associations related to this matter now, he can only think of Zhou Chunyang.

I'm really... so sorry for Zhou Chunyang.

"Scared silly?" Yan Hang laughed, "Dog."

"Then you," Chu Yi moved closer to him, "have you ever been in love, have you been in love?"

"No," Yan Hang sighed, "I only have you as my friend, who to talk to, the longest time I have stayed in one place is only half a year."

The first day of the junior high school also sighed.

With Yan Hang's words, he thought of Uncle Yan again.

I also remembered my father.

Suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang kicked him.

"Uncle Yan..." Chuyi bit his lip, "What, any news?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "If he is really alive, unless he wants to, it may be difficult for others to find him. If he is dead... then there will be no news."

The first day was silent for a long time.

"Why do you keep thinking about this?" Yan Hang patted his arm, "Didn't you just say that a girl likes you? Why did you suddenly mention my dad?"

"If," looked up at him on the first day of the junior high school, "when I graduate, my dad returns, and if he doesn't show up, I'll go and find him."

Yan Hang frowned, didn't speak, just looked at him.

"I'm going to look for it, go to him and ask," Chu Yi said, "Why, why is it so absent, take responsibility."

"Where to find it? How to find it?" Yan Hang asked.

The first day of junior high school did not speak.

He didn't think about it, just like when he wanted to find Yan Hang back then, he didn't think about where to find it or how to find it, he just wanted to find it.

"You can find me because I put the photo," Yan Hang said, "What if I didn't put it? How do you find it? How long do you plan to find it?"

There was still no sound on the first day.

"Do you want me to teach you?" Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Chu Yi was taken aback.

"Run from city to city, looking for places where floating populations gather," Yan Hang said while lighting a cigarette, "I want to get acquainted with them, and then ask around, and then read the local news to see if there are any clues, Maybe you'll hear someone say that a similar person has been somewhere, and then you go there and go on..."

"Yan Hang." Looking at Yan Hang on the first day of the junior high school, he had already recognized that what Yan Hang was talking about seemed to be Uncle Yan.

"Are you going to spend one year, two years, or three or five years?" Yan Hang ignored him, "Or ten years? Huh?"

"Stop it." Chu Yi grabbed his hand.

Yan Hang's mood was wrong, his hands were shaking, which made him very worried: "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Yan Hang's voice suddenly became a little hoarse, "Have you thought about the price? The price for doing this?"

Chu Yi held his hand tightly.

"It might be a lifetime," Yan Hang said, "Have you thought about it?"

Neither of them spoke again.

On the first day of the junior high school, he grabbed Yan Hang's hand, but Yan Hang didn't move. He pinched out the unfinished cigarette and turned on the air conditioner with the remote control.

After a while, nothing seemed to change. He moved the finger pinched by Chu Yi: "Go and open the balcony door."

Chuyi jumped out of bed to open the French windows, then jumped back and grabbed his hand.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much," Yan Hang said, "I'm just... a little..."

"I don't, I won't look for it anymore." Chu Yi said.

"My dad," Yan Hang raised his head and looked at the ceiling, "he has been looking for the person who killed my mother. This is how he has been looking for all these years."

I was taken aback on the first day of junior high school, and after a long pause, I asked in a trembling voice, "Is that my dad?"

"No," Yan Hang glanced at him and smiled, "How is it possible, he wouldn't dare to give your father ten guts."

"That old man?" Chu Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't know," Yan Hang said, "This case has been going on for too long, and the police don't have much idea yet, so I don't bother to think about it."

At first glance, he looked at the two small medicine bottles on the bedside.

It wasn't there when I came back last two times.

Are you really too lazy to think about it?

"Sing me a song, little dog," Yan Hang turned his head to look at him, "Anything, the national anthem is also fine."

"Forget it for the national anthem," Chuyi said, "I'm still very, very patriotic."

Yan Hang laughed and looked at him.

"I'll think about it." Chu Yi said.

"En." Yan Hang nodded.

After thinking for a while on the first day of junior high school, he cleared his throat: "The big one is in front of the gate, under the bridge...have you heard of it?"

"Scared me, I thought you just sang it," Yan Hang laughed, "I heard it, counting ducks."

"Then I'll start, let's start." The first day of the junior high school picked up the water glass.

"Please start your performance." Yan Hang said.

"Under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swam past," Chuyi grabbed the water glass and began to sing, reaching out to Yan Hang's side to nod while singing, "Come and count, two four six seven eight... ..."

At this moment, there was no one around, nor was it outside, Yan Hang really had no reason to hold back his laughter, and burst out laughing at the serious-looking first day of junior high school.

He has seen many people who sing out of tune, but people like the first year of junior high school probably sing too little to be out of tune because he has no tune at all.

Chu was indifferent to his wild laughter, and continued to hold the water glass, chanting sutras with emotion: "Quack quack quack, there are so many, I can't count how many ducks, I can't count how many ducks..."

Yan Hang wiped away his tears while laughing. It's been a long time since he laughed out his tears.

Thank God for giving him a first grade.

"Forget about it later, forget it," the first day of junior high school stopped singing halfway, frowning and thinking, "I think, think about it..."

"Don't think about it," Yan Hang leaned against the head of the bed and pressed his stomach, "I might have to dial 120 after singing."

"Thank you, everyone, welcome." Chu put his hands holding the cup behind his back, crossed his legs and bowed.

"Warm applause." Yan Hang clapped his hands.

"How about you, you can sing for me, one," Chu Yi smiled, "I want to hear you sing."

"Okay," Yan Hang slid down, leaned against the pillow, and turned off the light, "Go to sleep, I'll sing you a lullaby."

"Okay." The first day of the junior high school fell on the pillow, facing Yan Hang sideways.

Yan Hang opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a small bottle, and sprayed it on his side twice.

"Ecstasy incense," Chu Yi said, "I still have half, half a bottle."

Yan Hang paused: "Mine?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi replied.

It took Yan Hang a long time to pat his belly: "Sing an English song for you, it's easy to fall asleep if you don't understand."

"Hmm." Chu Yi closed his eyes.

"This song is called Look how far we've come," Yan Hang finished speaking, and tapped a few rhythms lightly with his fingers, "Oneday, Iwon'tbeinsane, Won'tPlay, alltheirfoolishgames..."

The eyes that were closed on the first day of the junior high school opened.

Yan Hang's voice was very low, with a little hoarseness and laziness. When he sang softly, it was like a series of bouncing little winds, bouncing all the way across his hair, causing slight itches.

He didn't pay much attention to Yan Hang's voice, but thought Yan Hang's English sounded good.

Singing would have such a heart-shaking feeling, which he never expected.

Maybe it's not so good, it's just because Yan Hang's every move is a surprise to him.

"We all need to play, for you to get yours and me to get my way," Yan Hang tapped the rhythm with his fingertips on his arm, "Somedays, Idon't have the will..."

On the first day of the junior high school, he also tapped his arm with his fingertips.

Feeling a bit confused soon.

But it was also at this moment that I heard it. This was the song that Yan Hang and Uncle Yan sang together when we went to the music festival.

It sounds so good.

At first, he hugged Yan Hang's arm towards him.

The way Yan Hang smiled in the dream was no different from usual, and it looked reassuring.

Zhou Chunyang is about the same.

Zhou Chunyang?

On the first day of the junior high school, I was taken aback.

How will you be here?he asks.

I'm here to find my boyfriend.Zhou Chunyang squeezed his throat and said.

Who is your boyfriend?he asked again.

Yan Hang.Zhou Chunyang squeezed his throat and answered.

When he was woken up by Zhou Chunyang on the first day of the new year, he saw Yan Hang stretching on the balcony.

He sat up and stared at Yan Hang's back.

"Are you up?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Ah." He nodded.

When I go back to school later, I'll bring Zhou Chunyang some breakfast. I pulled the towel and was hugged on the first day of junior high school.