A Lucky Coin

On the first day of junior high school, I walked around the dormitory. When this group of people left, it was as if they were fleeing. Everything was thrown in a mess. He put everything away, checked the power supply of the window again, and then took the bag. , stuffed two sets of change of clothes...

Go to Yan Hang's house!

Hahaha went to Yan Hang's house!

Go to Yan Hang's house for the [-]th!

la la la!Hahaha!

On the first day of the junior high school, he packed his things while bouncing back and forth, punching the air from time to time: "Shua! Shua! Shua!"

After the swipe, he left the dormitory with his bag on his back, closed the door, locked it, pushed the door again, and ran downstairs after making sure it was locked.

There are no students in their dormitory, they are all freshmen, and they have been looking forward to going home for a month.

There are still people in the dormitory downstairs, and some people just came back from lunch and chatted and ate in the corridor.

If it wasn't for Yan Hang, he would have to guard the deserted fourth floor all by himself these few days. It's written in the book.

On the first day of junior high school, I slowed down my pace, and suddenly missed the tree and the tree hole whose edges were smoothed by my face and hands.

He is now in a beautiful big city, with Yan Hang, mountains and seas, and classmates... If he returns home, he will probably lie on the tree hole and talk non-stop for half an hour.

He didn't go to the cafeteria to eat. He went to Yan Hang's house after dinner. He would hit the evening rush hour and the car was too crowded, so he might as well leave early and eat Xiao Li's barbecue.

After getting on the bus, he sent Yan Hang a message.

- i'm in the car

- well, just wait for a while, I get off work late today

-Do not bother me

After replying to this message on the first day of the junior high school, he held the phone and waited for a while. As expected, Yan Hang didn't care about him anymore, so he put the phone back in his bag.

After getting off the bus, it was already dark, and the wind blowing over was chilling.

The restaurants on both sides are brightly lit, and people on the road are walking in a hurry.

Standing on the side of the road on the first day of junior high school, waiting for the green light to cross the street, I felt the flustered loneliness that belongs to autumn.

However, compared with the previous feeling of wanting to rush home and still being unable to get rid of it, he can experience this "loneliness" now.

Behind them is the dormitory. Although everyone has gone home, the mobile phone WeChat is full of their news at the moment. In front is Yan Hang's house. Although Yan Hang hasn't come back yet, the key is with the security guard.

He ran across the street and into the neighborhood.

The security guard at the gate already knew him, and he smiled while saluting, and the security guard downstairs also knew him.

"Brother is here?" The security guard stood by the grass in the small garden and greeted him.

"Well," Chu looked at the apple in his hand, "Hey hedgehog, how about it?"

"Yes," the security guard said with a smile, "I'll get you the key."

"No, don't worry," Chu shook his bag behind him, "the hedgehog is here, where is it?"

"Here," the security guard knelt down and handed an apple into the grass, "see it?"

"Yeah." The first day of junior high school smiled, and the hedgehog didn't seem to have changed too much since last time, but he felt fatter. "It's good to be fatter, a lot."

"We eat a lot in autumn," said the security guard, "then we have to hibernate."

"Where do you winter, hibernate?" asked the first day of the junior high school.

"Come into the pile of grass and wood," said the security guard, "I'll pile some grass and leaves for him then."

I don’t know why this description by the security guard makes the first day of junior high school feel very gentle. A little hedgehog’s own nest, wood, grass, and leaves pile up a small space.

He has always wanted to have it but has never been able to have it.

Now the dormitory is not bad, the curtain is down and it is my own.

On the first day of junior high school, I watched the hedgehog eat three apples, took the key and went upstairs.

The warmth that hit his face when he opened the door made him close his eyes comfortably.

He threw the bag on the sofa, stood on the balcony for a while, then turned into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked.

There are a lot of ingredients in it, and there are various seasonings, but he can't understand them. He originally wanted to make something to eat before Yan Hang came back, but now looking at the western food ingredients in the refrigerator, he can only give up. .

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to Xiao Li's barbecue to pack.

When Yan Hang came back, they could watch TV while grilling.

It's perfect.

When Yan Hang returned to the restaurant, the customers had almost left, and several waiters were cleaning up.

"I filled in today's work diary for you," Zhang Chen handed him the diary, "check to see if there is anything you want to add."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"How about the guests?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

Today, the meals delivered to the guests by their back kitchen were not prepared according to the notes of the guests. He and Manager Tang just went to the room to re-deliver the meals to the guests to apologize.

"Not too happy," Yan Hang sighed softly, "Or else I wouldn't have been tossing around for almost an hour."

"I think she's an old lady, and she thinks she's easy to talk to." Zhang Chen stuck out her tongue.

"It's very hard to talk, but there's nothing I can do about it," Yan Hang looked at the work log, "It's our fault...do you still have that kind of tea? Give me a cup."

"Wait." Zhang Chen took out his thermos and poured him a cup of tea.

Yan Hang didn't know what kind of tea it was. Anyway, there were a bunch of flowers and grass, and something that looked like a small wooden stick, but the taste was not bad, and it could refresh you after drinking it.

"Hey Brother Hang, let me ask you." Zhang Chen looked at no one nearby, and asked in a low voice, "You and Ma fool, what's the matter?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at her.

"He told Sister Wang that you have a gangster background," Zhang Chen laughed as he said that, "he also told the people in their group."

"Does anyone believe it?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Who would believe it?" Zhang Chen covered his mouth and said with a smile, "the gangsters don't even have tattoos."

"...Why don't I go buy some stickers tomorrow." Yan Hang was very convinced by Zhang Chen's simple and rude way of judging whether it was a gangster or not.

"I think it will work." Zhang Chen nodded.

"Hurry up and clean it up." Yan Hang closed the diary and put it in the drawer.

Going home today was about 10 minutes earlier than Yan Hang planned. He hesitated when passing by Xiao Li's barbecue, and took out his mobile phone to ask Chuyi to come and have a barbecue.

"Brother, do you want to eat barbecue?" The uncle came out of the shop, leaning against the door and said with a smile.

"Wave another handkerchief." Yan Hang said.

"You don't need to come in," the uncle waved his hand, "Your brother just came here and ordered a bunch of them to take back."

"Ah?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"I won't lie to you, really," said the uncle, "you can catch up to him by running a few steps now."

"Thank you," Yan Hang smiled, "Then I'll try."

Yan Hang hesitated for a moment, then ran over to the community.

When entering the gate, he rushed to the guard and asked, "My brother just went in?"

The guard nodded and gestured with his hands: "Such a big bag of barbecue makes me hungry."

Yan Hang chased for a while, and saw the first day of the junior high who was walking ahead.

Carrying a large bag of barbecue in one hand, and pressing the phone in the other.

Yan Hang walked lightly, leaning over quickly while groping in his pocket, trying to find a murder weapon.

In the end, he only touched the lighter that he gave him on the first day of junior high school.

He stretched out his arms when he was one step away from Chuyi, and when he was about to pass Chuyi's shoulder, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Yan Hang was taken aback.

The first day of the junior high school was also taken aback, and turned his head abruptly.

Yan Hang didn't care about the phone, the play started and ended.

He grabbed Chuyi's shoulders and put the lighter on Chuyi's head: "Don't move."

"Big, big, big brother, please forgive me." Chu Yi was stunned.

This time his stuttering was perfect.

Yan Hang suppressed a smile: "Take out the money."

"Buy them all, and grill them," Chuyi said, "Why don't you, take the grill, take it away."

Yan Hang made a wrong finger and lit the lighter.

A small flame burst out.

Then they both smelled a burnt smell at the same time, and they were stunned together.

"Fuck!" Yan Hang quickly withdrew his hand and turned on the lighter, "Where is Liao?"

"Hair," said the first day of the junior high school and immediately poked his stomach with his fingers, "snap!"

"Ah!" Yan Hang covered his stomach and staggered two steps back, "I didn't expect you to be such a person..."

"Crack!" Chuyi pointed his finger at him and fired two more shots, then put his finger to his mouth and blew.

Yan Hang laughed: "The acting skills are not bad."

It was only now that I laughed in the first day of junior high school: "Why, why didn't you get off work, send a message and tell me?"

"I just remembered when I got in the car. I was so crowded that I didn't bother to take out my phone," Yan Hang said while holding his phone, "I didn't know the phone call..."

"I called," said Chu Yi, "after the first call, there was a ringing sound behind me, so I jumped."

"Buying so many barbecues?" Yan Hang tore open the bag and looked inside.

"We're together even for supper," Chu Yi said, "I see you, there's beer there, beer."

"Barbecue beer movie," Yan Hang said, "Do you think so?"

"Yes," Chu Yi smiled, "I haven't tried it, I have."

"Poor little boy," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulders, and walked towards the building together, "Besides going for a run at night, and digging your face in a tree hole by the river, what else do you do? "

"Sit at the desk and be dazed, be dazed," Chu Yi said, "I can be dazed for a while, at night."

Yan Hang sighed.

"But later, I was in the boxing gym," Chuyi said, "I have to work, and I have to play and clean the sanitation."

"How much was it a month at that time?" Yan Hang asked.

"One thousand and three," thought for a while on the first day of junior high school, "no, one thousand, eight."

"Cleaning for one thousand and eight?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "Who are you fooling?"

"One time, the coach asked me to fight, to punch." The first day of junior high school suddenly felt a little proud, "If you win, add five hundred."

"You won?" Yan Hang asked.

"En." Chu nodded, suddenly feeling as if he had become a boxer.

A generation of boxer dogs.

"When I have time, let's find a place to try," Yan Hang said, "I really have to try to see if you are really so good."

"If I lose, I will let you go." Chuyi said.

"Don't you want to lose face? If you win, you're a bull. If you lose, you let me go?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Hmm." Chu Yi nodded seriously.

In fact, no matter whether he punches or fights with others, he doesn't think about it. Whether he can fight well or not, he defaults to being able to fight well.

Only Yan Hang, he couldn't tell.

He had never seen Yan Hang fight too much at all. The two times he fought with others, the opponent's strength was too weak, and Yan Hang had no room to play.

I always feel that Yan Hang is just like Uncle Yan, a master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and does not show up easily.

When I got home, it was completely dark, and the curtains in the room were all open, and I could see the dark sky outside, and patches of lights under the sky.

Standing at the window on the first day of junior high school, I was a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang stood behind him and put his elbows on his shoulders.

"You," looked at his elbow in the first day of the junior high school, "I'm not tall anymore."

"It's really dependable," Yan Hang pressed down hard on his elbow, "Has it affected your two-meter career?"

"Our dormitory is just me and Wu, and Xu is the shortest." Chu Yi sighed.

"You should be very happy that someone is shorter than you." Yan Hang laughed, turned and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, "Go, stand by the wall, and I'll measure it for you."

On the first day of junior high school, I stood on the wall and posted it.

Yan Hang took a book and drew a line on the top of his head.

On the first day of the first day, I looked up.

I don't know why, every time he reads Yan Hang's book, he will have a strange feeling, usually he can't feel any connection between Yan Hang and the book.

Yan Hang is like a swordsman walking the rivers and lakes in style.

But he heard Yan Hang speak English, sing English songs, and read... Before he could see the title of the book, Yan Hang had already put the book away, took a ruler and started measuring it against the wall.

On the first day of the junior high school, he looked at the book with a purple cover beside him: "That's your mouth, mouth, mouth..."

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him: "Stop."

The first day stopped.

"I always feel that if you continue to speak, there will be some great words coming out," Yan Hang said, "It was recommended to me by a young lady, an interpretation textbook."

"Interpretation," said Chu, who had to go through a process of becoming familiar with unfamiliar words, "what's the matter, no?"

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing, looked at the ruler: "170...seven?"

"It's long!" The first day of junior high school slapped the wall excitedly, "Three! Three centimeters!"

"As for it," Yan Hang looked at him, "Those who don't know think you've grown three meters."

On the first day of the junior high school, he smiled and did not speak.

Being tall really makes him very happy. He didn’t feel much before. His grandma said that he was not tall because his mother was not tall and his father was not too tall. My aunt was also worried because he was not well nourished when he was young. Keep up, and always be frightened.

So after he started to grow, he has been very worried, afraid that he will not grow if he is not careful.

Now he suddenly found that he was a little taller again, and he didn't want to do the work of sitting on the sofa and watching Yan Hang come and go, taking out the pot and the seasoning from the kitchen and putting them in front of him.

He jumped up when he was almost done with the things: "I'll go get it, get it..."

"Sit down," Yan Hang said, "I'm done taking it, and I'm planning to time it for you. How long will three centimeters keep you entertained?"

"You don't understand." Chu Yi sat down.

"I don't understand anything. I didn't worry at all when I was 1.5 meters." Yan Hang turned on the induction cooker.

"Uncle Yan is, tall," said Chuyi after thinking for a while, "Are you still, tall?"

"Nonsense," Yan Hang said, "I'm only 19 years old, and I can jump a meter or two with just a little water."

On the first day of the junior high school, I laughed out loud.

Yan Hang got a projector at home, which can project a large screen on the wall. Sitting on the sofa feels like sitting in a movie theater.

There are also speakers. I have been here several times in the first day of junior high school. Today I found out that the two silver stick-like things next to the TV cabinet are speakers.

"Yan Hang," the first day of junior high school couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Your money is all lost like this, right?"

"Well," Yan Hang adjusted the picture and sound effects, and glanced at him, "I'm used to spending as much as I have, without keeping money."

Chuyi sighed.

"Are you still worried about me?" Yan Hang smiled, "I just wanted to tell you, but I forgot, I asked my colleague, she has a job there, it is a small restaurant, and she wants to find a professional The evening waiter…”

"I don't, I can't," Chuyi said, "I said, I don't understand."

"How much talk does the waiter have," Yan Hang said, "They don't cook dinner at night, they mainly come to drink and eat snacks for young couples who are shopping, no need to talk."

The first day did not speak.

This part-time job is very suitable, and he wants to go very much, but... the thought of the waiter makes him a little apprehensive. In case the customer asks something, he can't understand what to do for a long time.

"Go and try," Yan Hang said, "You have to do a lot of things to know, if it's not good, don't do it, there's nothing to worry about."

After hesitating for two seconds on the first day of the junior high school, he nodded: "Okay."

"Ready to eat," Yan Hang melted the butter in the pot, and put a handful of skewers in it, "The remote control is at your hand, you can choose a movie to watch."

When I reached for the remote control on the first day of junior high school, I saw a silver ball on the coffee table. There were many small eyes on the ball, which looked very beautiful and textured.

"What is this, what?" Chu Yi asked.

"A small bluetooth speaker that can also be used as a night light," Yan Hang took it, turned on the switch, shook his hand aside, and a thin yellow light lit up in his small eyes, "Don't you know?"

"I've never seen this, such an advanced thing." The first day of the junior high school held the ball and looked around.

"I mean you don't know this..." Yan Hang looked at him, "This is Zhou Chunyang's birthday present to me."

"What, what?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"After my birthday, he and his dad went to the store for dinner," Yan Hang said, "I thought you knew it."

"I don't know." Chuyi stared at the ball in his hand.

Zhou Chunyang!

Those few nights who didn't stay in the dormitory really went to Yan Hang's restaurant one day!

He even gave Yan Hang a birthday present!

How did he know about Yan Hang's birthday!

Oh, I told him myself.

Then how could he quietly go over to give gifts!

Why not?

... just can't!

Just can't!

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang touched him, and put two skewers of mutton on the plate in front of him, "You two don't have any conflicts, do you?"

"No," regained consciousness on the first day of the junior high school, put down the alarm clock, took a bite of a skewer of mutton, "Does he go there often?"

"Not often, maybe two or three times, all with his dad," Yan Hang said, "I just found out that his dad is a VIP in our hotel."

"Especially, money." Chu Yi said.

"Well, it's okay." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of junior high school, I can’t tell what kind of mood I am now. I can’t talk about being blocked or depressed. It seems inaccurate. I always feel that there is something stuck in the corner of my body. I can't find it anywhere.

It's just really bad.

"Let me choose a movie," Yan Hang took the remote control, "Want to watch a horror movie, let's have dinner."

"I don't know." He was a little confused in the first year of junior high school. He had almost no memory of movies. When he was in elementary school, he had watched the anti-trafficking educational films organized by the school, but he didn't seem to have watched anything else.

"Our local dogs probably haven't seen a movie," Yan Hang sighed, "Come here, I haven't watched this one yet."

"Okay." Chu Chu looked at the title of the film, Master Key.

Probably a locksmith's tale.

Speaking of locksmiths, Chu Yi turned to look at Yan Hang: "I can open, unlock."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him, and after a moment of stunned, he turned his face and glanced at the title of the film, laughing so hard that his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Really." Chu Yi said.

"Hey," Yan Hang sighed with joy, hugged him and rubbed his chin on the top of his head, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him, "Go, wash it, you will be so happy of."

Chuyi got up and washed the chopsticks before realizing: "No, not a locksmith?"

"Shut up." Yan Hang just stopped laughing, and he laughed so much that he dropped a bunch of shrimps on the table.

He was a little embarrassed on the first day of the new year, but he wouldn't be so stupid in normal times, mainly because of the sudden appearance of Zhou Chunyang's small speaker and night light, which made him feel bad.

The movie seemed quite scary, Chu Chu watched it while eating, thinking about Zhou Chunyang in his mind, and the hairs on his body stood on end watching it.

"How many more cans?" Yan Hang shook the empty beer cans.

"I'll just have one more can, that's enough." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang got up and went to the kitchen. Unable to hold back on the first day of the junior high school, he took out his mobile phone and quickly sent Zhou Chunyang a message.

- You gave Yan Hang a gift?

Zhou Chunyang probably was playing with his mobile phone, so he replied quickly.

- Well, it was given to me by someone else. I didn’t need it, so I gave it to him on the way

Not a specially bought gift?

On the first day of the junior high school, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

-How do you like it?I have another one here, I'll bring it to you when I go back to school

Zhou Chunyang sent another message.

Looking at this message, I didn't know how to reply in the first day of junior high school, and suddenly felt like a fool.

- i can't use it

- The mobile phone can also be used, bluetooth, the one is black, and the one for Yan Hang is exactly a pair

……

……

Holding the mobile phone on the first day of junior high school, I suddenly felt an awkward feeling of not knowing how to explain it to Zhou Chunyang.