A Lucky Coin

Chapter 61

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"Do you like Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang finally found the point.

"... Well," he suddenly felt a little guilty after the first grade. This was the first time he heard such words from someone else, and he was very upset. "But, maybe, I'm not very, sure..."

"Then you make sure first." Zhou Chunyang said.

He looked at him on the first day of the new year: "Yes."

"That's it," Zhou Chunyang said, "You all like Yan Hang, do you still want to say that you are not gay?"

"Ah." On the first day of the new year, holding the stone, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Can't you accept that you are a homosexual?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No," he was still a little confused on the first day of the junior high school, "I don't know."

"Yes, it's not, it's not a big deal," Zhou Chunyang said, "If you can't accept it, I will give you a self-comforting statement."

"What?" asked the first day.

"Let me think about it," Zhou Chunyang cleared his throat, "this should be described in a state of art."

"Oh." Chuyi looked at him.

"You are not in love with men, you are just in love with Yan Hang..." Zhou Chunyang said affectionately.

Looking at his expression on the first day of the junior high school, he felt a little awkward: "No, Yan Hang, isn't it a man?"

"I haven't finished," Zhou Chunyang frowned, and soon changed to an affectionate expression, "and he happens to be a man... Just comfort yourself."

"Is it useful?" said the first day.

"It's useful if you want to find a reason," Zhou Chunyang said. "It's useless if you don't want to find a reason."

"Oh." He lowered his head on the first day of the new year. He probably didn't need such self-comfort. He didn't think so much.

"Heterosexual, gay, bisexual," Zhou Chunyang said, "Aren't they all in love? There is nothing to entangle."

"Double, bisexual, love?" The first day of the junior high school was a little surprised.

"Did you grow up in the mountains before you came here to go to school?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "the kind of mountains without electricity?"

"No," said the first day of the new year. "Next to my house is Shang and Ye Street."

Zhou Chunyang opened his mouth: "I have nothing to say."

The first day of the month smiled.

He knew what Zhou Chunyang meant, probably because he thought he was too alien and didn't know anything.

But he really didn’t know. He didn’t think about anything related to these. When the men in the class got together to talk about “unhealthy” content, he didn’t feel anything when he heard it. He felt that everything was the same. He doesn't matter.

His life is so simple, try to avoid being bullied, pray that grandma will not go out to cause trouble, be scolded and beaten at home and stay silent, that's all.

It was not until he left home that he realized that he had so many "don't know" and also found that he would face so many "don't know".

"Does Yan Hang know?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Huh?" On the first day of the new year, he retracted his thoughts, "I know."

"Yes," Zhou Chunyang was a little surprised, "I can't figure out what's going on, so I'm going to confess it?"

Confession.

Confession

… On the first day of the new year, I suddenly realized that my phone call was a confession, and I suddenly felt a little burnt on my face.

"What's his reaction?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No, there is no response," the first time I thought about it, "I said no, I thought about it."

"Then give him time to think slowly." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Oh," the first day of the junior high school replied, "you..."

"I don't have anything," Zhou Chunyang said. "Don't treat me as an imaginary enemy. I just have a good impression of Yan Hang. I don't have any attachments."

"Ah." On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head and turned on the grinder.

"In case he definitely rejects you in the end," Zhou Chunyang said, "you don't have to be uncomfortable. Brother takes you to fly. The world is so big and there are so many handsome guys."

He gave a tut on the first day of the new year, did not speak, put the stone in his hand to the side of the grinding wheel and grind it lightly, took it before his eyes and looked at it, it was okay.

The world is so big, that's what belongs to him, there are so many handsome guys, and the only handsome person he has ever seen is Yan Hang.

The housekeeper was busy in the kitchen, and Yan Hang was lying on the sofa with a book in her hands.

He can stay at home for about ten days, after which he has to continue to work in the restaurant. The free time during this period is very rare. He has a lot of time to read books.

But it's not very visible.

No news was sent to him in the first two days of the first day.

Two days!

Two full days!

It's amazing. According to the frequency of contacting him before the first day of the middle school, the rhythm is now that he has amnesia.

Yan Hang sighed, he didn't plan to contact the first year of junior high school either.

The first day of the day is confused, and it is most appropriate for him to adjust slowly. No matter what he says or does, it will disturb the first day of the day.

But if he said that, he would still be worried.

The first day of junior high school is a particularly simple person, one two three is one two three, there is no decimal point, but because it is too simple, he is worried.

"Today is not a liquid food, it is an ordinary meal," the housekeeping aunt brought out the cooked food, "but it's relatively light and good for the wound."

"Thank you sister." Yan Hang said.

"You are welcome," the aunt said with a smile, "you can eat slowly, I'm leaving."

After the aunt left, Yan Hang got up and sat at the table, staring at the vegetables on the table in a daze.

In fact, the dishes made by my aunt are okay, and I would definitely find them delicious for another person, but Yan Hang's mouth is quite picky, and he can eat well.

That is, the injury on his palm is still not healed, and he can't cook, or he would have done it himself.

He sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

He will definitely not finish eating these dishes, and they will be wasted. If they are on the first day of the new year, there will be no such worry, and there will be no leftovers of the dishes.

Yan Hang lifted his eyes and glanced across the table, empty enough to see the balcony through the open door of the bedroom.

This meal he is still full without much. After the leftovers are disposed of, the bowls are placed in the sink. The housekeeping aunt will wash the dishes when they come over tomorrow.

With a few hours left before he could fall asleep, Yan Hang lay back on the sofa and picked up the book.

Sometimes he will have questions, the same is the extreme idleness, extreme boredom, how did he endure it before

Even in the days that he hadn't seen in the first year of the new year, he was also able to adapt.

How long has it been since he reappeared on the first day of the new year, he actually started to fret when facing loneliness and boredom.

People are really strange.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Cui Yi called: "Tomorrow I will take you to the hospital for a dressing change."

"No, I'll go by myself," Yan Hang said, "It's not that I can't walk."

"It's been two days," Cui Yi said, "it's no trouble."

"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled.

The wounds on the waist and lower abdomen have healed a lot, and there is no need to apply medicine, just stick a gauze to protect it, but the wound on the hand has to be changed.

Yan Hang raised his hand and looked at it.

When I think about it, I suddenly feel a little upset. On the first day of the first year, I knew that he was still "resting" at home, and that his injury was not healed. He needed to go to the hospital to change the dressing and take a bath.

He took out his phone and looked at it.

Even if it has changed a lot in the first year of junior high school, the status in WeChat is still the same as before. It is almost impossible to post to Moments. It is basically impossible to understand his situation from his Moments.

That's cool, brother dog.

WeChat rang no less than ten times this afternoon, all of which were reminders to add friends.

Looking at the messages on the first day of the new year, it was a bit inexplicable.

He has become accustomed to the dead silence of his WeChat, and occasionally one or two strangers request to add friends, just ignore it.

But now these friends prompt, all kinds of "I am your classmate", "I am in the second class of preschool education", "Hello, I am your senior sister"...

They are all classmates from their school.

This made him very confused, and it was difficult to ignore them all, only to pass them one by one.

But after the adoption, there were various news.

-Brother Gou, I finally added you

-Hi Dog

"My WeChat account," sitting on the bed on the first day of the new year, looking at the few sitting or standing around the table, "what, what's the matter?"

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang looked up at him.

"A lot of people added, friends." said the first day.

"Hu Biao!" Zhou Chunyang yelled from the toilet flushing, "I can only ask him about this."

As soon as Zhou Chunyang talked about Hu Biao, he immediately reacted in the first grade. Before Zhou Chunyang's WeChat had been added to a large number of friends, it was Hu Biao who was bought out by a barbecue.

"What's the matter?" Hu Biao came out of the toilet.

"Go ahead," Gao Xiaoyang said, "how did you hand over Brother Dog, you 403 traitor."

Hu Biao sighed: "Am I the 403 propaganda ambassador?"

"Thank you," Zhou Chunyang said, "Now I have a few girls on WeChat who want to break me straight. Am I going to treat you to a good meal?"

"Are there no men to add you?" Hu Biao asked.

"Fuck." Zhou Chunyang kicked his ass.

"I really didn't take advantage of the dog's name," Hu Biao patted his pants, "Really, a bunch of little girls are surrounding you and acting like a baby, aren't your legs soft?"

"It's not soft," Zhou Chunyang said, "I have soft legs when a bunch of handsome guys surround me and act coquettishly."

The group of people in the dormitory became a happy group.

"No," Wu Xu sighed, "People are surrounding you to act like a baby. What are you looking for is the first year of junior high school. Why are your legs soft? Shouldn't you be hit hard?"

"You don't understand," Hu Biao smiled and stepped on the railing of the upper bunk. "On the first day of the new year, there is Jiang Yanni here, do you have to invite me to dinner."

Jiang Yanni

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, but looked at Hu Biao.

"He doesn't know who Jiang Yanni is," Li Ziqiang said. "It's not surprising that people say that he is Zhou Chunyang's boyfriend. He has never seen a girl."

Suddenly a little embarrassed on the first day of the new year.

"He hasn't seen a boy directly," Zhang Qiang sighed, "Renku is like that."

"Jiang Yanni," Hu Biao looked at the first day of the new year with a hatred of iron and steel, "school girl, dog brother, white and beautiful legs with long smiles and sweet smiles."

He had no impression at all in the first year of junior high. Apart from the boys in their auto repair class, there were also those troublesome guys who had fought with them several times. He didn't even mention the girls, nor did he remember the boys.

"Ah." He could only answer politely.

"When I didn't say it." Hu Biao glanced at him and jumped down.

Zhou Chunyang sat at the table, shaking his chair while having fun.

"Do you want it?" Looking at Hu Biao on the first day of the new year, "Her number?"

"Fuck," Hu Biao jumped up, "Yes."

However, there are a lot of people added, not all of them use their real names. In the end, Hu Biao was identified based on the selfie in the album.

"Unexpectedly," Hu Biao said, "the school flower sent a selfie and my mother didn't recognize it, and I almost didn't realize it was her..."

On the first day of the new year, he smiled and looked at the photos.

To be honest, I didn't think it was so beautiful, I don't feel as beautiful as a shell.

However, his aesthetic has always been severely lacking, and it seems normal to not see it. After all, not everyone has Yan Hang's appearance that can make a non-aesthetic dog feel handsome.

Thinking of Yan Hang, he fell back on the pillow, facing the wall, and clicked on Yan Hang's photo album.

Yan Hang hasn't posted to Moments in the past few days. Is it because of inconvenience? Didn’t it mean that the left hand has hidden skills? I can't even click the screen a few times.

He sighed.

Since returning a super simple "Yes" to Yan Hang that day, Yan Hang has ignored him.

In fact, it's not surprising that Yan Hang didn't take the initiative to contact him. Most of the time, he would find Yan Hang first. Yan Hang would usually find him when something happened, such as asking him if there were anyone in the dormitory that day.

The first day of the new year frowned, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my answer that day was too blunt.

Yan Hang was worried that there would be no one when he returned to the dormitory, and he would be bored by staying alone, so he asked, and he gave that word.

He turned over and opened Yan Hang's chat window.

Frozen for a long time but didn't know what to say.

At this moment he was suddenly panicked.

In just a few days, he couldn't find a reason to contact Yan Hang.

No, it's not that you can't find a reason.

He had never had any reason to approach Yan Hang, or that he had only one reason, that is, he wanted to talk to Yan Hang.

And now, it feels completely wrong.

Once he couldn't easily approach Yan Hang because he wanted to talk to Yan Hang, he didn't even know what to do.

"Brother Dog!" Hu Biao called him.

"Ah." At first, the phone turned off and turned over.

"Damn, now I don't care about people when I call him on the first day," Li Ziqiang said, "You call me dog brother."

"I didn't hear it." Sitting up on the first day of the new year.

"Go out," Zhou Chunyang said, "are you going?"

He hesitated on the first day of the new year: "Go."

He and Su Bin are the only ones left in the dormitory, which is really a bit difficult, and even going around can be a distraction.

Yan Hang was lying on the bed, listening to headphones.

It's a bit boring to lie down in broad daylight, and even more boring after answering a few calls from the restaurant.

During the time he was absent, Zhang Chen was on behalf of Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen is usually very clever, but after all, she is not familiar with the work of the foreman and made a lot of mistakes. Zhang Chen cried when he called and he didn’t know what to do. How to comfort.

When the phone rang again, he didn't want to get the phone anymore, for fear that it was Zhang Chen crying again, and he still didn't know what to say.

But the call came from Cui Yi: "Is the fever going away?"

"Let me take a look." Yan Hang took out the thermometer from his clothes and looked at it, "retired a little bit."

38 degrees, 38 degrees 3 in the morning, strictly speaking, it is indeed retreat.

"How much?" Cui Yi asked again.

"37 degrees 5," Yan Hang said, "I guess I can go back at night."

"I still have to check it tomorrow," Cui Yi said. "It doesn't matter if you don't have a cold, why did you have a fever."

"Idle." Yan Hang said.

Idle, or boring.

Yan Hang hasn't moved since he hung up the phone, watching the sunlight outside the window move little by little from the left to the right of the opposite building.

On the first two days of the first day of the new year, I followed the dormitory gang to stroll around, like a street patrol, and quickly memorized all the cracks and hurdles in the nearby road.

"Your phone rang." Zhou Chunyang touched his arm.

"Huh?" Chu Yi raised his head and was stunned for a second before hearing his cell phone ringing, and quickly took it out.

He suddenly felt nervous when he saw Cui Yi's number.

"Uncle Cui?" He answered the phone.

"Are you going to see Yan Hang today?" Cui Yi asked, "Bring him something to eat if you go."

"Ah." In the first day of the junior high school, Cui Yi probably didn't know that he and Yan Hang hadn't been in contact for almost a week.

"He hasn't retired from the fever," Cui Yi said. "I didn't let the housekeeper go to cook again today. If you want to go, you can bring him food. I can't go back tonight."

"Huh?" Chu was startled, Yan Hang had a fever

"Are you awake?" Cui Yi asked.

"Wake up," he returned to God on the first day of the new year, "I know, I am now, and I will pass."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chunyang asked him in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"Yan Hang has a fever and has a fever," said the first day of the new year, "I have it, past."

"Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at the time, "then you go over, don't you want to return tonight?"

Looking at him on the first day of the junior high school, this question suddenly became very difficult to answer.

Zhou Chunyang didn't ask about this before, but after the holiday, the school management became stricter. The dormitory will come to see him at night. If he doesn't come back, he will have to be covered by the dormitory.

"Yes, don't go back." said the first day.

"I see," Zhou Chunyang said, "then you can take a taxi and go there."

Someone is knocking on the door.

Yan Hang heard it, but it wasn't until the knocking on the door became more and more urgent and then disappeared that he recovered and sat up from the bed.

This is knocking on his door.

This time... Is the landlord

When he stood up, he felt a little dizzy on his head. He didn't know if it was because of a long frustration or a fever.

He walked behind the door and looked out of the cat's eyes.

There was a man outside the door, who was pressing his phone with his head down.

Although he can't see his face, he can recognize it just by looking at the hair. This is the first year of the new year.

Yan Hang opened the door somewhat surprised: "Why are you running here?"

On the first day of the new year, he raised his head suddenly: "You have a fever?"

"Who told you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Uncle Cui." Chuyi glared at him.

"Old Cui tells you what is going on," Yan Hang looked at the first day of the junior high school, still carrying a big pocket in his hand, "Come in."

He entered the room on the first day of the junior high school, and he could feel a chill when he walked past him.

"Is it cold outside?" he asked.

"It's not cold," put down his big pocket on the first day of the new year, looked back at him while rubbing his hands, "Is it still burning?"

"I don't know, no measure." Yan Hang said.

After rubbing his hands frantically on the first day of the first year, he carefully raised his hand to touch his forehead, and tried it on his forehead: "It's hotter than me."

"It's okay," Yan Hang sat on the sofa, "What are you carrying this pile of?"

"Eat," opened a big pocket at the beginning, and took out a few lunch boxes from it, "I just bought it... Take a bowl and put it out."

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied.

On the first day of the new year, he took a pile of lunch boxes into the kitchen.

Yan Hang leaned on the sofa, and he could see his back in the kitchen frantically.

Suddenly I felt lighter on my body.

It was like when he was depressed, he could lick the corners of his mouth when he saw the news from the first day of the junior high school. The dull and depressed since the first few days, because of the arrival of the first day of the junior high school, a hole was torn open.

He felt like he smelled the cold fresh air coming in through the cracks in the window.

"What did you buy for food?" Yan Hang asked.

"Boiled meat," the first day of the day turned around and looked at him, and hesitated when he finished, "Can you eat it?"

"Yes, I am now in the nutritional supplement stage," Yan Hang said, "Don't be polite, just present it."

In the first hand, the dishes in the lunch box were changed to the bowl and served. Twice-cooked pork, fried pork ribs, fish-flavored eggplant, steamed egg with meat stuffing, and finally brought out a chopped-fried Chinese cabbage, the only vegetarian dish.

"... I can't eat so much." Although Yan Hang is very gluttonous, he can't eat a lot of it after ten days of hungry.

"I'm there," said the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang glanced at him and smiled.

These dishes should have been bought from restaurants, not the ones randomly fried in fast food restaurants. Yan Hang took a few bites and felt pretty good.

"You..." He wanted to get a bottle of drink on the first day of the junior high school, and just opened his mouth, the phone rang on the first day of the junior high school.

On the first day of the new year, I took the phone out of my pocket and took a look, then put it down.

"You go..." He continued, before finishing speaking, the phone rang again.

I took the phone and looked at it on the first day of the new year, then put it down again.

"Go get something to drink." Yan Hang said quickly.

"Yeah." Chu nodded, got up and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

I took two bottles of iced black tea and before I walked to the table, the phone rang again on the table.

"Who the hell is this?" Yan Hang couldn't stand it.

"Classmate." At the beginning, a handful of ice black tea was unscrewed to his hand, and he picked up the phone and looked at it again.

"You guys in the dormitory? Do you still send messages and exchanges when they are all in the dormitory?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," said the first day of junior high school, "from another class."

"Oh." Yan Hang looked at him, and was able to chat with classmates and friends from other classes in the first year of the junior high school

Tugou has made great progress in this area.

Yan Hang didn't say anything else, drank the ice black tea and lowered his head to continue eating.

After eating two bites, the phone rang again.

what-

Yan Hang was very uncomfortable and patted his chopsticks on the table: "You give me a message back, never ending, Didi Di, Di Di Di, Di Da Di, Di Da Di, shall I sing a song for you?"

"I didn't, I didn't talk." He was startled by him on the first day.

"If you don't have time to chat, just tell someone." Yan Hang said.

"I don't, I don't know what to say." Lu Yi rubbed his nose.

Yan Hang was stunned for a while, before reacting: "Girl?"

"Well," the first day of the new year frowned, "Hu Biao gave me the number, those girls..."

"Those?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu Yi sighed, "I don't, I don't want to reply."

"... Oh," Yan Hang picked up his chopsticks again, "If you don't want to reply, then mute it, isn't it too noisy?"

"Oh." Chu Yixiang just reacted and picked up the phone.

"Actually, I don't want to talk about blocking black," Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" The first day was stunned.