A Lucky Coin

Chapter 96

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I didn't know the girl from the old Zhang family at all in the first year of junior high school, but looking at the appearance of the girl from the old Zhang family, it seemed that he should have met each other, probably when he was a radish-headed dog.

"Your boy is really very tall," the old Zhang's girl said while walking with his bag on his back. "When you went to your grandpa's New Year's Day two years ago, you were not as tall as I am."

"Ah." The first day of junior high school responded.

He can't even chat with girls on WeChat, and this kind of face-to-face conversation is even more impossible, but even though he can't remember him, he is still an old neighbor, he is so embarrassed to just let the old Zhang's girl hang out. There.

So I searched for a long time, and finally found a sentence, in his opinion, it was quite important, it was not a polite nonsense at all.

"What's your name, what's your name?" asked the first day of the month.

The old Zhang's girl suddenly turned her head and glanced at him. The expression on her face was a little shocked and a little embarrassed: "Don't you remember my name?"

It's not that I don't remember.

I don't know at all.

sorry.

"My name is Zhang Ying," the old Zhang's girl said with a bit of disappointment. "The name is too common, I can't remember it."

"Remember." said the first day.

Zhang Ying glanced at him, then smiled again: "You will graduate next year."

"Yeah." The first day of the day responded.

"Are you going to stay there?" Zhang Ying said, "Hey, it's pretty good, how beautiful the seaside is."

"Yeah." Chu nodded. He had to say these two sentences twice, Zhang Ying said it once, and he saved the trouble.

"Then..." Zhang Ying should be trying to find a topic, "You guys are studying auto repair, are there any girls?"

"No." said the first day.

The conversation didn't go on much anymore. On the first day of the new year, I felt very sorry for Zhang Ying, and couldn't help but look back at her grandparents.

Zhang Ying was probably embarrassed too, so she looked back, and then walked over: "Grandma, let me hold you, it's a bit slippery."

"It's okay, it's okay," grandma said with a smile, "my legs and feet are pretty neat."

On the first day of the first year of the new year, she gave up the idea of holding her grandfather in the past. The girl used to hold one, and she followed the past. It was a bit inappropriate. If grandparents think that they have any thoughts about Zhang Ying, they will be very depressed.

He had to walk alone with the suitcase in front.

Fortunately, the station was not too far from home, so he walked firmly, faster and faster.

When I arrived downstairs at my grandpa's house, I happened to ran into my dad. When he saw him, my dad was stunned: "Where is your grandpa and grandma?"

"Later..." Turning around on the first day of the first year, he found that he had already dumped the three people behind, "They were walking slowly."

"Are you embarrassed?" Dad took his box and said in a low voice, "Your grandma thought that you don’t have any friends. It happened that the old Zhang’s girl came back to celebrate the New Year. She talked about you and said she was about the same age. Let you make more friends..."

"Neither do I, I don't know her." The first day of the junior high school also whispered.

"Yeah, I said don't do this, your grandma won't listen," Dad walked back, "This is how people get old, so I can worry about them."

The first day of the month smiled.

As I walked behind my father, I saw the gray hair on my father's head on the first day of the year.

He was stunned.

Dad was only in his early forties, and he was acquitted last time. When they met, Dad’s hair was still black. It didn’t take long for him to see him. He actually has white hair... and quite a lot. On the edge, there are still temples.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he sighed slightly: "You can dye your hair."

"I bought a hair dye cream," Dad said, "I haven't taken care of it. My hair is graying early. It's up to your grandpa."

I didn't speak in the first day of the new year.

After returning home to put the luggage away, grandparents entered the house.

Grandma sighed as soon as she entered the house: "This kid on the first day of the new year, really. Throwing the little girl away, whizzing and leaving, just like a ghost."

"I don't, don't know her." The first day of the month also sighed.

"You'll know each other if you just chat," said grandma. "You didn't have a friend with that character before. Later, I thought you were not very close to the five stars. I also wondered if this child could have friends, so I wanted to make You know more friends..."

Is that a friend with five stars

Five stars are not friends!

Five stars is his boyfriend, the baby is amazing, can it be compared with ordinary people...

"At least it's a young man," the father said. "You caught a young girl suddenly. How can you make friends in the first year of junior high."

"Now I have to learn a little bit," Grandma continued to sigh, "You said this kid will go to work next year, and when he grows up, he should talk about friends getting married, and where does this character go to find a wife."

"You just can worry about it," Grandpa laughed, "I'm only 18 years old."

"I'm just this grandson, can I not worry about it," the grandmother said, "I knew how many more children were born at the time. At that time, only one child would be our family."

Grandparents chatted and went into the kitchen to prepare to cook. On the first day of the new year, they walked around. There were only two rooms here. Every time he came over, he would squeeze in the same room with his parents.

Now he doesn't have a mother, he lives with his father. It sounds more spacious, but he doesn't know why, but he feels a little uncomfortable.

Maybe he has really changed a lot. Those things that he didn't even think about and mind before, now he will pay attention to it.

"Now it's the two of us, you don't need to take a folding bed," Dad followed in, "It's good."

On the first day of the new year, he glanced at his father, did not speak, took out the dried seafood that he had brought back from his suitcase, and his father took it to the kitchen and gave it to his grandparents.

After laying a new quilt that grandma took out, Dad went into the house again and sat in a chair next to him and looked at him.

After a long time, he sighed, "Do you have any news from your mother?"

"No." said the first day.

"I don't know where I went," Dad said. "Even if there is a divorce, people have to come back."

I didn't know what to say in the first day of junior high school, so I could only be silent.

"The dog is going home to see grandpa and grandma," Yan Hang stood on the balcony railing, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and patted the lights in the distance, "I have to celebrate the New Year alone this year."

-Touch your head

-I'm alone, with you

-Hug Xiaotian brother

-When will the puppy come back

"In the third year," Yan Hang said, "the money fan has to come back to work and make money."

-Brother Xiaotian’s guns are denser than ours

-I also have a lot of cannons, so I can’t hear the live broadcast.

-It’s so exaggerated before thirty, but we banned it, secretly release it

Yan Hang set the phone in the farthest and brightest building, and he still hasn't figured out where it is. He watched the young ladies chatting on the screen.

It was almost like this before. He occasionally said a few words, and then he watched the young ladies chatting. Except for the occasional hand showing when cooking, the young ladies would explode. Other times, they would be so angry that they had never been red. The outdated anchor Faner.

-Xiaotian, don't you make something to eat today

-Don't talk about food, I'm hungry

-I haven't eaten either

"The security guard downstairs wants to set off fireworks," Yan Hang looked down and pointed his mobile phone downstairs. "This security guard raised a hedgehog, but when he grew up, he found a wife and ignored him."

-Hahahahahahahaha, so depressed security guard

-Hedgehog hasn’t been broadcast live yet, someday I’ll look at the hedgehog

-Now hibernating

-Is the hedgehog still hibernating

Yan Hang was patted at the fireworks set off by the security guard downstairs. The fireworks of the security guard were quite brilliant, and they were rich in colors and abundant in quantity. It took ten minutes to finish.

"I went to watch TV." Yan Hang quit the live broadcast and stretched.

Going back to the house and taking a shower, there is a message on the phone from the first day of the new year.

-Are you tired today

-It's okay, I seem to get used to it every day, how about you

-Very good, but it’s a bit embarrassing to be in the same house with my dad at night, I have nothing to say

-Wasn't it the same before

-Yeah, but he used to talk to my mother and I stayed alone

Yan Hang smiled and called Chu Chu.

On the first day of the junior high school there, I quickly picked up the phone, and his voice was very serious and cold: "Hey."

"Hang up." Yan Hang said.

"Don't don't don't," said in a low voice on the first day of the new year. Hearing his voice panting, he probably ran to the terrace upstairs. "My dad was here just now. I'm on the side, uncomfortable."

"The relationship between your father and son is also true." Yan Hang sighed.

"No way, so many years, it's this way," he sighed on the first day of the new year, "I can't find a word, talk to him."

"After a few drinks, we will have a conversation." Yan Hang said.

"Drink a few cups and he will talk a lot," Chu Yi smiled, thinking about it, and lowered his voice, "My dad is gray and his hair is gone."

"Your dad is not very old, right?" Yan Hang said, "I think I'm pretty sad now."

"Well," the first day of the new year replied, "You will be with Uncle Cui tomorrow, have you been at home?"

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "We are going to eat something casually. I have to go to work in the first year of junior high."

"Think, am I?" asked in a low voice on the first day of the day.

"Yes," Yan Hang laughed, "come back soon."

"I'll be back on the third day of the junior high school. I'm back. I figured it out that next year, I will pick up my grandfather and grandmother, and then the year will pass," said the first day of the junior high school.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said. "Also let them see your current situation, so as not to worry about how you are doing well."

"Hey," Chuyi sighed, "I'm so worried."

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.

"Today, I brought my neighbor's daughter, and my daughter will pick me up," said the first day of the new year. "I don't even know me."

Yan Hang was stunned: "Blind date? What custom do you have, for underage blind date?"

"No, it's not," said the first day of junior high school, "my milk told me to learn, and learn to get along with girls and girls."

"Why do you want to get along with girls?" Yan Hang sighed.

There was no sound on the first day of the new year there, and he sighed again.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to make a girlfriend and get married in the future," Yan Hang also sighed, "The old lady thinks so far."

"Are you angry?" asked the first day of the month.

"What am I angry about?" Yan Hang smiled, "It's none of your business, your grandma didn't do anything."

"Or..." Chu Yi seemed to be making up his mind, and after a while he could hear him gritting his teeth, "I told them, it's a good deal."

"Say what?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"I'm not getting married," said the first day of the new year, "I want to spend five or five stars."

"Don't," Yan Hang said quickly, "for the New Year, don't talk about this, you still let the elderly not celebrate the New Year."

"... Then what, what to do?" said the first day of the day.

"Let's talk about it later, how old are you," Yan Hang said, "no one will force you to get married right now."

"Oh." Xiaoyi responded.

Yan Hang did not speak any more, listening to the sound of the first day's breathing on the phone in a daze.

He was very touched. On the first day of the junior high school, he hardly thought or hesitated about this matter.

But the first reaction of the first grade is to say.

The shit dog is pretty fierce.

After hanging up the phone after chatting with him for a few words, Yan Hang lay down on the sofa and turned around with the phone.

gay.

He had never thought about this issue before he talked about it on the first day of the new year.

Dad is missing, and he doesn't have anyone who needs to come out specially.

But now my dad is there, with Cui Yi taking the talk, he doesn't even have to wait to meet his dad.

Coming out to Dad shouldn’t be any pressure. Dad is a person who seems to be able to accept everything. He is quite used to him. If he really knows, he probably won’t have any objections. He is surprised at most.

Even if you object, it doesn't matter.

Yan Hang bit his lip, which is regarded as revenge for leaving him without saying goodbye and not being a competent father in some respects for more than ten years.

That's right.

Yan Hang snapped his fingers.

Then took out the phone.

When he said "I love you", he was robbed of the line on the first day of the junior high school, which made him very upset. This time he could easily lead.

-When will you go to see my dad

Yan Hang sent a message to Cui Yi.

"I will go there tomorrow, not just to talk about the case, just to talk about it for a while," Cui Yi, a middle-aged man who doesn't like typing, said in a voice, "I'll take it for you if you have any words."

-Tell him that I'm fat. Otherwise, I'll bring it after the New Year.

"What else?" Cui Yi asked.

Yan Hang took the phone and turned it around a few more times, then quickly typed a line and sent it to Cui Yi.

-I want to come out of the closet with him

Less than a minute later, Cui Yi called.

Yan Hang answered the phone: "Hello?"

"The first year?" Cui Yi asked at the beginning.

"... Why did you react so quickly?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"I thought you two were wrong," Cui Yi said. "It's been lingering all day long."

"Don't say it so disgusting." Yan Hang sighed.

Cui Yi was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Really? Don't make fun of your uncle about this matter."

"No kidding," Yan Hang cleared his throat, "Really."

Cui Yi didn't say a word, as if thinking.

"Uncle Cui, you said," Yan Hang put his leg on the coffee table, "can my dad accept this?"

"He doesn't accept the use of farts, and it's not him who has the final say," Cui Yi said. "You don't care if he can accept it."

"Then can he do it?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes," Cui Yi said, "your dad has never seen anything, old fox."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "Then you can bring him a message for me after the Chinese New Year. I will write a letter, and you can bring it to him and show it to him. Actually, I also thought of saying it in person, but I In a hurry, and also feels a bit embarrassed. He used to take me to eavesdrop on other people's corners, both men and women."

"... Your father, Yan Zhiyuan, is really unique." Cui Yi was a little speechless.

"Uncle Cui," Yan Hang said, "Can you accept it then?"

"Yes, what can't," Cui Yi said, "especially if your dad can't accept the crying and crying, I can still watch the show."

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

"Or I will show him the letter tomorrow," Cui Yi said. "How about making him have a bad year?"

"Are you two really buddies?" Yan Hang said, "It really wasn't he who cheated you. Are you looking for an opportunity to retaliate now?"

"Not a buddy," Cui Yi said bluntly, "he was not a buddy when I was going to the theater."

"Fuck." Yan Hang smiled.

"Don't worry," Cui Yi said, "I see the situation."

"Well, thank you Uncle Cui," Yan Hang said, "I will make you a big meal tomorrow."

Yan Hang gave Cui Yi the letter he had written to his father.

The letter was written like the last letter that Dad left him.

Enclosed in a letter, there is a piece of paper torn from a notebook with a few simple words written on it.

I have a boyfriend.

However, Cui Yi said that he wanted to watch the show and watched his father crying and crying. But when he went to the detention center on the 30th day, he still didn't mention it. He just chatted for a while, and when he came back, he gave him a package according to his father's request. I made a large New Year's Eve red envelope.

Cui Yi probably still thinks it is more appropriate to let his dad know after the Chinese New Year.

Although Yan Hang felt that no matter when he told his father about this matter, he would not feel any pressure, but he was slightly relieved when he knew that Cui Yi hadn't told his father on the New Year's Eve.

After all, it's a big deal. In case Dad really can't accept it, this year will be really tough.

This year passed like a year, and Yan Hang arrived at the airport almost two hours in advance.

After spending almost three hours in a daze, I finally saw the information about the arrival of the plane on the first day of the new year.

"I'm out!" Called the first time in the first year of junior high school.

"I have been standing at the exit for three hours," Yan Hang said, "legs are standing twice thick."

"I'll give it later, you pinch your leg." Chu Yi said with a smile.

"Not enough to pinch the leg." Yan Hang sighed.

"It's big, a lot of people," said the first day of the day, "control one, a little bit."

"Hurry up," Yan Hang said, "Run out."

"Okay." The first day of the new year hung up the phone.

Within two minutes, Yan Hang saw the first day of the junior high school rushing out of it all the way.

Although the days are like years, Yan Hang still feels that he can bear it these few days, and it is not too difficult, but when he saw the first year of the first year running out of the wind with the box dragging the box, he suddenly felt that his whole body was transparent.

The mood rose, even the pores were opened, and a fresh breeze was blowing outward together.

He stopped abruptly when he ran to a place two or three meters away from him on the first day of the new year, and then slid over on the smooth ground.

"Damn," Yan Hang looked down at his shoes, "What kind of shoes are you so non-slip."

"My grandfather, I bought them on the street stall. I bought the running shoes." The first day of the new year laughed so hard, "I didn't even dare to follow him when I fell or fell once a day."

Yan Hang followed for a long time, and after slowing down, he took an arm: "Come and give it a hug."

On the first day of the first year, he held him, tightened his arms very vigorously, buried his face in his neck and took two breaths: "Fragrant."

Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him quietly on his ear: "Do you miss me?"

"Yes," it was still buried in his neck on the first day of the junior high school, "I can't think about it, no, I'm afraid of talking in a dream, call your name, my dad listens and hears."

Yan Hang smiled: "As for?"

"As for," said the first day of the new year, "unlike you, you still carry me live broadcast."

"You know all this." Yan Hang said.

"I saw it, it's here," said the first day.

"Have you seen it?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Well," Chu nodded, "I haven't, I haven't watched it on my mobile phone, I have broadcasted your live broadcast."

"Then you didn't make a bubble either." Yan Hang sighed.

"Your live broadcast is really boring and boring," the first day of the junior high school also sighed, "There is no desire to bubble or bubble."

"Then what are your desires?" Yan Hang asked.

"... Guess." said the first day.

"I guess your girl's ass," Yan Hang patted his ass, "Let's go, the car is outside, and Lao Cui is going out later, so he has to return the car to him."

"Wait one, one minute." said the first day.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the new year, he gently pushed him: "Wait for me to calm down."

"Fuck," Yan Hang felt a certain fighting spirit, "Are you holding back."

"Yes." Chu nodded.

It wasn't that easy to get agitated at first, the first day of the month closed his eyes and concentrated on the possible malfunction of the engine when the abnormal noise of the engine was back in his head.

After all, it's not a day or two to be fooling around with Yan Hang.

But he couldn't keep up with the information he had found out for himself some time ago. The moment he saw Yan Hang, they all bloomed, one by one.

After counting dozens of faults and troubleshooting methods, he finally calmed down on the first day of the junior high school, and released the arm that had been holding Yan Hang.

"Okay?" Yan Hang squinted and glanced at his crotch.

"Okay," the first one jumped twice, "go."

Back downstairs at Yan Hang's house, Cui Yi was already waiting downstairs. Seeing that he got off the car on the first day of the new year, he first took a red envelope and handed it over: "Give me a New Year greeting."

"Uncle Cui, a good New Year, good luck." Chuyi said with a smile.

"Take it," Cui Yi put the red envelope in his hand, "I will be preparing for an internship this year. I wish you a smooth job and earn money every day."

"Thank you Uncle Cui." The first day of the day happily accepted the red envelope.

The red envelope was very thick. He was a little surprised, but he didn't have the embarrassment to open it in front of Cui Yi.

It wasn't until Cui Yi drove away, and after he and Yan Hang entered the elevator together, he quickly opened the red envelope: "Why, it's so thick, is it all in one piece?"

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

"Damn!" After opening the red envelope and looking at the thick stack of one hundred yuan, she was shocked on the first day of the new year.

"That's right," Yan Hang said, "I am so old this year. You must be the same as me."

"Why?" On the first day of the new year, he was still surprised. His relationship with Cui Yi certainly couldn't be as deep as Yan Hang and Cui Yi.

"I'll tell you later," Yan Hang walked out of the elevator, "if you want to talk about this, it will delay business."

"What's the business?" He followed him on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang took out the key to open the door, turned around and dragged him into the room, kicked the suitcase aside with one foot, then kicked the door closed, then grabbed his clothes and lifted him: "Fuck the dog."

He paused for a second in the first year of junior high. When Yan Hang's hand touched his trousers, he held Yan Hang and pushed Yan Hang into the bedroom with his hands and licks.

"Don't hit the dog." Lu Yi said, panting.

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I want to become an adult," said the first day of the new year.