A Lucky Coin

Chapter 35

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I cried again.

Yan Hang patted lightly on the back of the first day of junior high school.

In my memory, I cried for the first time on the first day of the junior high school. I was standing at the door of his house, crying very unrestrainedly.

The two times today were obviously more restrained than the first time, and I didn't cry like a child anymore.

But for Yan Hang, it's still the same.

No matter how much his appearance on the first day of junior high has changed from a year ago, he still feels like an aggrieved puppy when he cries on the first day of junior high.

And he will still be a little at a loss.

He has been to so many places, has seen so many people, and can judge a lot of things with one sentence and one expression, but he has always just passed by in other people's world, watching from a distance.

No one had ever cried in front of him.

Tears are warm, and the low cry of crying is in my ears, and there is no distance.

He even trembles slightly with the emotions of the first year of junior high school, but he doesn't know what to do.

Growing up, the only "giving" he could feel was his father.

Dad's dedication to him can make him feel uneasy.

And the first one is the second one.

Clumsy and persistent, but very real.

He didn't know how to respond, he didn't even know how to say goodbye.

He thinks too much, his fear, his worry, his confusion, he can't express.

And I didn't think about anything in the first year of junior high school.

As said in the first day of the new year.

Even if he keeps the old number, even if he keeps the gift from the first year of the new year, or even the broken red string, even if he sees a beautiful little stone, he will pick it up.

What can I do? If I found it in the first year of the junior high school without thinking about it, I wouldn't know it in my life.

But right now, he was still a little caught off guard.

He probably needed to vent in the first year of junior high. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Hang could still imagine how he lived this year.

So he is crying very seriously now.

After all, I was outside before, and I suffocated after crying twice.

Now there are just the two of them, it's like turning on the faucet on the first day of the new year.

Relevant, irrelevant, all grievances and unhappiness are gushing out.

Yan Hang could feel the clothes on his shoulders being soaked with tears a little bit.

The sound of crying on the first day of the new year was a little hoarse, and it sounded distressing.

"I've seen the photo," Yan Hang said softly, taking a picture of his back, "Would you like to take a look together? Tell me about your new hairstyle?"

"Are you mentally retarded," sobbed on the first day of the junior high school, not at all for his "not easy to mess with" image.

"Okay, let me see for myself." Yan Hang smiled and clicked on WeChat.

Except for the first day of the new year, his WeChat has no other friends. They are all kinds of merchants. He hasn't opened it in a year, and his eyes are full of little red dots.

This thing is almost the diary he uses to record his mood occasionally.

And his mood has not been paid attention to by himself for more than a year.

He still follows the old habit, with some emotions and memories that he can't deal with, he receives the box and is pressed down in his heart, and when he accidentally opens it, he will think about what to do anytime.

When he saw the "1" in the address book, he imagined that there would be a lot of news, leaving a lot of words, asking him why he left without saying goodbye, and why he suddenly disappeared.

But thinking about it, I think it's impossible.

Yes, it took a lot of courage for him to send the picture like his low self-esteem and the things between them on the first day of the junior high school.

But after he clicked on the name, he was stunned, and then smiled.

I don't even have a chat history, how can I still see the photos from a year ago.

Suddenly he felt a little grateful. He almost never knew that a child was so serious and so persistent looking for him.

"On the first day of the first day," Yan Hang put his phone next to Chuyi's face, "Your handsome picture should be out of date."

"Really?" Chu Yi turned his head, exposing one eye, glanced at the screen quickly, and then pressed his eye back on his shoulder.

Then he unlocked his mobile phone and handed it to him: "Look for yourself, right, I still have it here, there are records."

Yan Hang took his mobile phone and looked at it.

On the first day of the first day of the first day of the first year in the photo, he was still the little puffed bag in his memory. He laughed a little stupidly, but he could still call out a little handsome boy with his conscience.

The hairstyle is pretty good, much better than the dog-gnawing style he cut himself.

Suddenly he didn't dare to think about it, he went to the first day of the new year to straighten out his hair, took a photo, and got up the courage to send it to him.

But I haven't received any response for a year.

He scratched his head on the first day: "Can I see your other photos?"

"Look at it," Chuyi didn't cry so unrestrainedly as before, but his voice was still dumb, "There is a photo, in the album, it's all."

"Yeah." When Yan Hang quit WeChat, he found that the chat with him was on the top in the first day of the new year.

He took another two shots on the back on the first day of the junior high school.

For him, the ability to comfort people is almost zero.

He was a careful kid in the first year of the junior high school, probably because he didn't have his own room or his own safe space, so the site in the mobile phone was his real private space, and he took care of it very carefully.

The photos are all placed in different albums.

A "little rock", a "landscape", a "random shot"...

The last one is "beautiful boy".

Yan Hang couldn't help but laughed out: "Is it the beautiful boy?"

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded, but he couldn't hear a trace of embarrassment.

"I'll take a look at this beautiful boy." Yan Hang smiled and opened the photo album.

They are all self-portraits from the first year of junior high school.

Yan Hang opened the earliest one, slowly watching them one by one.

At that time, I changed my phone, got a new hairstyle, and started my selfie journey.

At first glance, it's a person who never takes selfies. The angle is not easy to find. A handsome person often takes pictures like a fool, but the later the photo is, the more skilled.

At the beginning, the photos were taken at home, or by the riverside of the tree hole. Slowly they started to be taken on the street, but he continued his style of running against the roots of the wall, taking pictures one by one. Like a thief, many of them were shot without even finishing their facial expressions, and there was a gust of wind.

"I haven't deleted the paste like this?" Yan Hang said.

"It's muddled, it's me." Chuyi replied.

"Yes." Yan Hang smiled and glanced at him. He could see that the corners of his eyes were still moist, but he was not crying anymore. It was probably because his eyes were red, and he was embarrassed to leave his shoulders now.

When looking at the photos all the way like this, Yan Hang had a very strange feeling.

He hadn't seen him in the first year of the junior high school for a year, and he suddenly turned into a handsome boy from a short squeeze bag on the first day of the junior high school. He has been a bit unable to recover.

Until now, seeing the photos, day by day, month and month, half a year and a year, seems to be filling the growth in the middle.

In this way, he watched the first day of the day from a handsome but timid kid to this...beautiful boy in front of him.

"Is this after you finish your boxing?" Yan Hang shook the phone.

In the photo, Chuyi has sweat on his face and water drops on the hair on his forehead. There is a little coolness in his handsome look.

"Well," Chu Yi put his head on his shoulder and turned his head. "After washing his face, I feel self-conscious. I am handsome. I took a picture when I was killed."

"It's very handsome." Yan Hang said with a smile.

Yan Hang looked at the photos in this album for a long time. After reading it again, he withdrew to look at other albums. The little stones on the first year of the junior high school, those familiar but unfamiliar scenery, contained a lot of him before. There is still a lot of mess in the building where I live with my dad. They are probably photos used as a notepad, and there are school information, small tickets for buying clothes...

After reading these, he returned to the beautiful boy and grew up slowly again following the first day of the new year.

Chu Yi didn’t know when he fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. He held the head of the first day with his hands and wanted to find a place for him to lean on, but there was only a bed beside him. The head of the first day of the junior high school was put back on his shoulders.

People live year after year, thinking that they are already familiar with everything, but they still carve a memory when they are not paying attention.

Yan Hang leaned back and closed his eyes on the edge of the bed.

In the morning, the phone alarm rang, and Yan Hang opened his eyes.

When I want to stretch my waist habitually, I feel sore and sore and numb.

He stared at the wood grain beside his head, and it took about ten seconds to react.

He actually lay on the ground.

He moved and found that not only was he lying on the ground, but he was still screwing. He should have slipped and fell asleep after sitting and leaning on the bed.

I didn't know how long it took me to sleep just like that.

He sat up with a toothy grin, and saw the first one who was lying next to his legs, sleeping very awkwardly, as if he had been beaten.

"On the first day," he knocked on his back on the first day with his knees, "get up."

Chuyi seemed to have been turned on the switch, and bounced, sitting on the ground with a confused expression.

After seeing him, Chuyi laughed, with a red mark pressed out of the floor on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Hang stood up, flexing his arms and legs, "I have to go to work. There is a morning meeting today, not late."

"Well," Chu Yi laughed and got up and moved for a while, "I'm going back to school, and there is still someone in the dormitory to ask for it."

"Want to meet?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, just watch, take a look." said the first day.

"How is your classmate?" Yan Hang yawned, and reached out his hand to pull down the vertical hair on the head of the first one. Even if he has to raise his arm by pulling his hair, he still couldn't help it, probably forcing him. disease.

"It's hard to say," frowned on the first day of the junior high school. "Five, Renliliangshe, Social Brother."

"Do you include you?" Yan Hang smiled.

"How can it be," rubbed his eyes on the first day of the new year. "When I get excited, I will cry. Ten golds, chains are not social, society can't."

"How about eating noodles earlier?" Yan Hang walked to the living room, "Crying Bao."

"Okay," said the first day, "Uncle Cui, no, didn't you want to invite, guest?"

"Usually, I forgot to tell him that I am leaving early today. He got up too late, so I will tell him later," Yan Hang said, "I will ask him to have a big meal someday."

"Let me please." said the first day of the day.

"It's okay if your dream comes true later," Yan Hang said, "you are still young, beautiful boy."

Yan Hang cooks pasta. At the beginning, he took it one by one and found that Yan Hang's craftsmanship had improved a lot from a year ago.

"It's better than before. It's eaten!" He gave a thumbs up. "Are you still straight, sowing and cooking?"

"No, I haven't broadcast it again." Yan Hang said.

"Why, what?" asked the first day of the new year, "have you passed, you are too angry?"

"Go away." Yan Hang laughed.

"Never before, never red." Chu Yi sighed.

"Yeah." Yan Hang twisted the bottle and sprinkled a little pepper on his plate.

"Why? Not straight, broadcast it?" asked again on the first day.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and after a while, he put down the bottle and ate a bite of noodles before saying: "I'm afraid that the young lady will ask me where the handsome boy is."

On the first day of the new year, his hand shook slightly, and he lowered his head and ate two big mouthfuls.

"Slow down," Yan Hang said, "Are you afraid of me grabbing it?"

"It's okay now, you can broadcast it straight," I was a little embarrassed on the first day of the junior high school, but I still said the words, I don't know why I have such a big face, "Little handsome guy is here, here."

Yan Hang looked at him.

After a while, he laughed, and was always happy at the TV set at the beginning.

"Don't laugh," I felt even more embarrassed on the first day of the new year, "I want to help, help you find a creative and earning opportunity."

Yan Hang smiled even harder when he said this sentence.

"Hey," Chu Yi sighed. After waiting for a long time, Yan Hang didn't stop. He had to put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Hang, "Laugh, don't be polite, laugh."

Yan Hang turned his head and smiled at him again, then suddenly picked up the phone and took a photo of him.

"Take it," Chu nodded a little, "No, no fee."

Yan Hang looked down at the phone, and after a while he finally stopped his smile, poke a few times on the screen, and then turned to face him.

On the first day of the new year, he leaned over and took a look.

Yan Hang posted his photo on Weibo, but made a code on his eyes. The coded pattern should be carefully selected-"Super rich".

"Why hit, hit code?" asked the first day of the day.

"Keep a sense of mystery and see if the ladies can recognize you." Yan Hang said.

"Let me see, read the comments." Chuyi wanted to click on the screen.

Yan Hang took the phone back and looked at him with a smile: "Take your own phone to see, aren't you paying attention to me."

"I..." rubbed his nose on the first day of the new year, and smiled.

"What is your nickname?" Yan Hang asked.

"Keep a sense of mystery." On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

Yan Hang had to go to work. Although he was very reluctant on the first day of the junior high school, he still went out with him.

When passing by the flower garden, Yan Hang pulled him over. He finally saw the little hedgehog last night, shrinking in the grass, with a small pile of diced apples in front of him.

"Who, hello?" asked in a low voice on the first day.

"Security," Yan Hang said, "The security guard in front of Uncle Cui and his building is very caring, and he still chats with him."

"Huh?" Chuyi smiled, "Can you talk, talk clearly, white?"

"Yes," Yan Hang looked at him with a smile from the corner of his mouth. "You can understand it with a small stutter, and it doesn't stutter. It definitely can."

"You... don't... want to... bully, bully... bear... people..." the first day of the month stretched out his voice.

"Go," Yan Hang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I can take a bus with you, you get off and transfer, and I will continue two more stops to the place."

"Yeah." Chu nodded, the news made him very happy, but immediately grabbed Yan Hang's arm again, "Call! Call! Yours!"

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"New account!" said the first day, "almost forgot!"

"I'll call you," Yan Hang smiled, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number on the first day of the junior high school. "If you don't tell me, I have forgotten it. I always feel like you are here, so I don't think about the phone."

Yan Hang had a bus card and took him on the bus with him.

"You don't, don't you take a taxi?" Standing side by side with him on the first day of the day, looking at the street outside the car window, there was a strange and pleasant feeling.

"No taxi, it's more... normal life," Yan Hang said softly, "I will walk over when there is no morning meeting."

Chuyi smiled and looked at his profile.

Some things have changed in Yan Hang, although it is not obvious, he can still feel it.

"Tomorrow military training?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, today's collar and clothes," said the first day of the day, "photograph you, look, beautiful boy."

"What about your face?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Here." Chu Yi pointed to his face.

"Handsome." Yan Hang nodded.

Laughed for a long time on the first day of the new year.

It seems that I haven't laughed like this in a long time, happy.

When he got off the bus, he stood at the station and looked back at the car as it drove out of sight.

The car to the school drove over, and he squeezed into the car with the people around him. The route of this bus was long and there were a little more people, but the feeling of being close to other people did not affect the mood of the first year of junior high.

I just feel that this strange city and the strangers around me have become kind.

Back to school, there are still freshmen coming one after another on campus, as well as the upper grades who have started classes. In the middle of the first grade, there will still be some tension and discomfort, but the footsteps are still brisk.

However, the atmosphere changed when I went upstairs and returned to the dormitory. There were many people standing in the corridor, many of them were shirtless, and some were carrying chairs in the dormitory.

I stopped on the first day of the new year, not knowing what was going on.

"403, I can't get out," someone over there smashed a chair on the door of the dormitory, "Fuck your mother if you can't come out and smash the door!"

The first day of the new year was stunned.

His dormitory number is 403.

"You have the ability to cause trouble! Don't you have the ability to carry it!" someone shouted again.

On the first day of the new year, I took a closer look. Except for the three people carrying chairs near the door of their dormitory, everyone else should have come out from the dormitory nearby to watch the excitement.

Who caused trouble in their dormitory

Li Ziqiang

Zhang Qiang

Except for these two, neither Hu Biao nor Su Bin seem to be troublemakers, or are they among the three newcomers

In this situation, I didn't know whether to go over or avoid it.

In his previous school, although some people would bully him, the school itself was very strictly managed, and there would be no such blatant fights in the dormitory.

He didn't expect that at this moment even the military training hadn't even started, so he could run into such a thing.

While hesitating, there was movement over there. The door of the dormitory seemed to be opening, and it seemed that it was closed again. It should be someone inside who was opening and someone blocking it.

"Fuck!" The people outside took advantage of the opportunity of opening the door and slammed into the dormitory.

The people in the corridor rushed over to watch the excitement.

"It's none of my business!" someone shouted, "I opened the door! Let me go out!"

On the first day of the junior high school, I heard that it was Su Bin's voice.

Then there was Li Ziqiang's voice yelling: "Fuck you fucking bullshit!"

When I went down, I heard the clanging, it seemed that there was a fight.

He hesitated for about a second on the first day of the new year, and rushed to the dormitory.

When he rushed to the door, he happened to see Su Bin squeezing out of the crowd with an impatient look.

"Hold it for me." On the first day of the new year, he took out the phone in his pocket and handed it to Su Bin.

Su Bin took the phone and glanced at him. He opened his mouth probably because he wanted to talk. He ignored him on the first day of the new year and squeezed into the dormitory.

In the dormitory, three pairs of three were grouped together. I don't know if it was because of fairness, the chairs that I carried in were thrown on the ground and not activated.

Several people were fighting close and hand-to-hand with their fists.

There is another person holding his head on the ground next to him, Hu Biao.

Hu Biao didn't go to the hand-to-hand fight, who else was the one who went to the hand-to-hand fight

Seeing the first day of the junior high school coming in, Hu Biao shouted, "Why did you come in, go out!"

On the first day of the junior high school, he ignored him and rushed forward.

He was afraid of fighting. Even though he had fought Liang Bing, he had only twice, and he had practiced boxing for a year. The number of times he was fooled by Coach He on stage to fight with others is uncountable, but when he sees such a scene, he is Will be scared.

Maybe it was the shadow brought by being surrounded one after another from childhood, he was particularly scared.

So he jumped on it.

Li Ziqiang's combat effectiveness was not bad, and he was able to carry a few blows with others. Zhang Qiang was obviously already under the wind and was crushed to the ground with his knees.

On the first day of the first year of the new year, he grabbed the arm of the man on Zhang Qiang's body and shook it fiercely. The man was lifted to the ground by him.

As soon as the man remembered, he immediately bent his knees and hooked his head on the first day of the new year, and the man was thrown to the ground again.

Three times in a row, he was stunned but failed to stand up.

Zhang Qiang took the opportunity to get up from the ground and lift his foot to kick the man, and the first one pushed him with his chest.

He wanted to shout twice to stop these people, but he really didn't have the courage to speak out in front of a group of people, which was a nightmare in his memory.

So he could only point to Zhang Qiang, suppress his voice and say, "You stay!"

The one who went down three times wanted to move, and pointed at him again on the first day of the new year. He really didn't know what else to say, and was afraid that he would stutter when he said it, so he just pointed.

Seeing that these two haven't moved for the time being, they hurried to pull Li Ziqiang's couple on the first day of the new year.

That person should have picked his head just now. At this moment, he was facing Li Ziqiang with a punch in the face. On the first day of the new year, he moved forward and hit his wrist with a punch. Then he closed his hand and moved his elbow. There was a sharp bump in his chest.

Fortunately, I am growing longer!

Either the elbow can't reach someone's chest!

This person was hit immediately, and he was stunned and immediately smashed him with another punch at the first day of the day.

This kind of punching seemed like a mess for the first year of junior high. He ducked away with a cat waist, and then made a hook. It didn't work too hard, but when he hit the man's chin, he still made him tilt his head and move back. Two steps.

"Standing!" Lu Yi stared at him, then pulled Li Ziqiang aside, and Li Ziqiang sat down on the bed.

The scene was very embarrassing.

A group of onlookers were stunned at the door, and the four in the room stopped, all staring at him.

He couldn't say a word more, he only felt that his whole body was stiff, and he wanted to jump out of the window and escape.

But the third person behind him didn't intend to give him this opportunity. He suddenly picked up a wooden strip that he didn't know where to remove, and was about to smash it against him.

"Fuck!" Li Ziqiang roared and jumped up from the bed.

It was almost a conditioned reflex on the first day of the new year. He raised his hand to support the man's arm that was pulling down, and then followed it and grabbed his wrist.

Then click and twist.

Uncle Yan taught him, it is said that Yan Hang has not been able to do well.

That trick.

He used all his moves for the first time.

but.

But he failed to surprise the crowd as he imagined.

He probably liked Yan Hang too much and was infected.

The wooden bar in this person's hand didn't fall off as expected, and he didn't even move it.

This is quite embarrassing, even more embarrassing than before.

The two of them stared at each other as if they were frozen at the end of the TV series, as if they were waiting for the next episode.

After a daze, the man gritted his teeth and began to force his arm down.

On the first day of the junior high school, I thought he was probably stupid, and it made no sense to press down like this.

After he was able to get enough strength, Chu Yi suddenly relaxed, pressed down along the inertia of his arm, and then screwed his arm to the back, and then lifted it up again.

The man turned back 180 degrees and hit the table face down.

Pressing him on the first day of the year, he turned his head and looked at a few people in the room.

Something should be said at this time.

Hello, classmates. My name is the first year of junior high school. I hope everyone has something to say.

Isn’t it appropriate to fight like this when you first met

"Are you finished?" he said.