A Lucky Coin - Chapter 102

If the purchase proportion of Chapter V is not enough, we may see repeated chapters and replace them in 6 hours. Moda is very afraid.

Every time he is left alone in the room, every time he leaves a strange city that he is not familiar with, every time he looks forward without anything, and every time he looks back is a blank.

All his emotions rise and fall with the appearance and disappearance of his father.

Except for now, for the future and the past, dad has never mentioned a word, and he can only try to tell himself that everything is unnecessary.

They are a pair of father and son who walk in the world naturally and unrestrained. They roam all over the world and live in a arrogant and willful way, free from the influence of even a trace of secularity.

Freedom.

Junior one is envious.

In fact, the envy of junior one is only imagination.

No place to come, no way to return, such freedom, really someone envies it.

Yan hang went into the kitchen and made another meal, adding curry. Dad liked curry, sprinkled it with cheese and put it in the oven together.

After adjusting the temperature and time, he stood in front of the oven and was distracted.

Anyway, as long as dad is there, he will still feel at ease, even if this peace of mind is like the cheese on the surface of baked rice.

“Do you remember when you were a child?” Dad’s leaning against the kitchen door.

“I don’t seem to remember before primary school.” Yan hang said that the sudden mention of such words by his father made him flustered. He didn’t have much memory of his childhood and seemed to have a natural resistance.

“When I just brought you out, your noodles were not cooked. For two people, you cooked a big pot, and the water was dry. The noodles were still raw.” Dad smiles.

“Ah,” Yan hang thought and laughed, looking back at his father, “you don’t teach me either.”

“I don’t know how to teach and cook. You are really self-taught. You don’t even have a first teacher,” Dad said, lighting a cigarette. “Do you want it?”

“Cooking and smoking.” Yan hang said.

“Very particular.” Dad said with a smile.

Then there was a long silence. When the oven gave a Ding sound, Yan hang looked back. His father was still leaning by the kitchen door, but he didn’t find it. He looked out of the window in a daze.

“All right.” Yan hang said.

“Fragrant.” Dad sniffed, turned back to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Yan hang took out the baked rice, put it on the tea table and sat down beside him.

Local news was broadcast on TV, and each of them took a bowl and sat on the sofa eating while watching TV. This was a fixed scene in Yan Hang’s memory for many years.

Generally speaking, he doesn’t talk. After eating, he will savor the dishes. Sometimes Yan hang will wash them after he has finished. Sometimes he will throw them to the next day. In the evening, Dad watches TV. He plays with his mobile phone or reads books. He will also let dad say a few words at will, which he translates into English.

It’s the same today, but he’s sitting on the sofa holding a book for a long time and hasn’t finished reading two pages.

Dad has moved the book under the tea table. The envelope he put in the book must have been taken away by Dad. Every time, no matter where he put the letter, Dad can find it and take it away.

Of course, there is only a little place where he can hide things. There is no corner he trusts in the strange house, so everything can only be hidden in his personal belongings.

In the past, every time Dad took away the letter, life would return to normal.

But this time, it’s different. It’s still a feeling that I can’t say.

Yan Hang is a very sensitive person. He can detect many details and emotions. His father also praised him: “our prince’s insight is not comparable to that of ordinary people!”

He hoped that he would be a dull man, that he would not feel anything, and that he would not be afraid of anything.

In fact, he did not speculate about his father. When he was younger, he naively exhausted his imagination and arranged a lot of cool jobs for his father.

Swat, agent, undercover, killer, Ghost Hunter

Then I stopped thinking about it.

He has to face and ignore the reality, Dad can’t have any career, and the way he got the money back may not be glorious.

As for the reason, he had to wait.

Wait until now.

His uneasiness peaked today.

Fear.

It’s the emotion that he always refuses to show others easily, even for his father.

He’s Yan hang. He’s arrogant and comfortable since he was young. He won’t be afraid of anyone.

“Do you remember your grandparents?” Dad suddenly asked.

“Well?” Yan hang didn’t react. Like his mother, his grandparents had almost no impression, only faintly in some very unpleasant dreams.

Apart from that, he doesn’t think about it at all.

Even when he heard Dad talking about grandma, his first reaction was to be a white faced old lady with earthworm eyebrows.

“Grandma passed away last year. It was last month,” Dad said. “It’s not that old.”Yan hang looked at him and didn’t know what to say.

He only knew that his father was an orphan and he didn’t have grandparents. As for his grandparents, he didn’t think about it at all. Now he suddenly mentioned it, he didn’t have any emotion and couldn’t make any response.

“Didn’t I ever tell you,” Dad turned his head. “I’m very, very, very I miss your mother

Yan hang was stunned.

When he said your mother’s three words, he saw the tears in dad’s eyes.

For the first time in his memory, he saw his father’s tears.

“Lao Yan,” he was a little at a loss, “you…”

Dad laughed and looked at him: “you are not like your mother at all. I can’t miss her if I want to see you.”

“I didn’t look too much like you by accident.” Yan hang said.

In fact, he had the same mind as his father. He once looked in the mirror to see if he could find his mother’s shadow except for the part like his father, but he didn’t succeed.

He looks very much like his father. Sometimes he thinks that maybe he was born by his father himself.

“I should not go out this time,” my father lit a cigarette and put his eyes back on the TV. “I hope you don’t cook the same food every day, or I’ll break up with you.”

“Well.” Yan hang smiles.

Almost ten o’clock, Dad suddenly turned to look at the door, and then the door was knocked.

“It’s the first day of junior high school,” Yan hang said softly. “He came to ask me to run.”

“It’s not long to run,” my father said. “Let him take it easy. Let’s jump. Let’s jump high.”

“Then tell him.” Yan hang stood up and went to open the door.

The first day of junior high school stood outside the door wearing a smaller sportswear and that pair of Nb. According to the image Yan hang designed for him, he pulled up his trouser legs and rolled up his sleeves.

After seeing his father, he laughed: “uncle, uncle good.”

“Running?” Dad said.

“Well.” Junior high school nodded.

“Good running, running can grow,” my father pointed to Yan hang, “when he was your age, he was only one meter four…”

“What about the trust between father and son?” Yan hang looks at his father in shock.

“It’s just running every day, and then swish,” Dad said, “it’s a stretch. It’s amazing.”

“It’s amazing.” Chuichi laughs.

“Go for a walk,” Yan hang changed his shoes and looked back when he went out, “do you have a snack? There are lots of barbecues over there. ”

“Roast wings, roast sausage, roast tendon, duck neck…” Dad quickly reported a string.

Yan hang ignored him and closed the door. He continued to shout in: “see if you have salt and pepper duck tongue – remember to bring beer -”

“one meter, four.” Junior one looked at him and sighed.

“Looking for a cigarette?” Yan hang said.

“I’m so long. I’m so tall.” Junior one said.

“I can’t see that. Let’s ignore this invisible growth rate.” Yan hang looks at his head. His hair is a little long on the first day of junior high school. When the wind blows over, there are two tufts of hair standing on the top of his head like dancing. I don’t think he can afford to have a haircut.

“I was five centimeters taller than when I was a year old.” The first day of junior high school, I jumped.

“Congratulations,” Yan hang sincerely congratulated, “how short you have to be.”

“It’s not much different from what you used to be.” Junior one said.

“Believe it or not, I will join Li Zihao’s team tomorrow.” Yan hang looks at him.

“No, Xin,” the first day of junior high school shook his head, “Li, Zi haoying, if you fail in English, you can’t get through.”

“Shit,” Yan hang laughed, “are you good at English?”

“I don’t have, I don’t have, I don’t have, I don’t have, my subjects.” Junior one answered very honestly.

“…… So it’s not going to go to pugo, is it Yan hang thought, “technical secondary school? Vocational high school

“I want to work, work.” Junior one whispered.

Yan hang took a look at him and said nothing.

Junior one such a child, the school for him, should be no attraction, perhaps can go to work to get rid of that environment is his most urgent need.

“My mother, Ken, must be angry.” Junior one said.

“Your family is funny. They don’t care about anything,” said Yan hang. “There are so many demands. Did you pick them up? Or do you take care of them? ”

“No,” Chuichi said with a smile, “I’m an accident. My mother didn’t want me. She was going to read self-study and self-study, but she didn’t succeed.”

“…… Oh Yan hang was stunned and raised his hand to scratch his head twice.

There are a lot of people running in today’s places. They are all runners with earphones and complete equipment. Yan hang feels very comfortable and has a real feeling.

The first day of junior high school, as usual, was running close to the side. Yan hang went over and pulled him back to the middle of the track.

“Drink, drink?” After running for an hour, I asked when I was resting.”Run every day, drink every day,” Yan hang said, “do you have a lot of pocket money?”

“Please, I,” said the first day of junior high school, “tomorrow, I’ll drink boiled water.”

Yan hang laughed for a long time: “what do you want to drink?”

“Lemon tea.” The first day of junior high school.

Yan hang bought lemon tea for him and asked for a can of coke. When he sat by the river and drank it, there was a strong gust of wind. At the beginning of the new year, he grabbed his hair which had been blown up one after another.

Yan hang looked at his forehead with the dog gnawed like hair, could not help reaching out to help him cut, found that the dog had not changed.

Before he did not pay attention to the first day of the hair is this virtue.

He thought for a while and asked, “have you ever been robbed of money by people who are looking for trouble all day?”

“People in the river, the river’s Lake floating,” the first drink of lemon tea, “how can not, get robbed.”

“Did you get robbed of your pocket money and have no money for a haircut?” Yan hang asked.

“I always cut it myself.” The first day of junior high school answered very quietly.

Yan hang heard a trace of satisfaction from his tone: “ah, do you still think your craft is very good?”

“This is the layer, the second sense.” The first day of junior high school held the hair on his forehead and pulled it.

“Yes,” Yan hang looked at him, “it’s quite hierarchical.”

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“It’s not so ugly, thanks to your good looks.” Yan hang said.

“Anyway, it’s flat. I don’t have people to look at me.” I took a sip of lemon tea.

“I see. I have to watch running every day,” Yan hang sighed. “I just want to have a haircut tomorrow. Let’s go together.”

Junior one didn’t speak.

“I have a card,” Yan hang added. “You can use my card.”

“No, no,” the first day of junior high school was silent for a while before he said, “I can help you. I can’t help you

“If not,” Yan hang responded. This kind of behavior that he didn’t feel at all would probably put pressure on junior one. He took out his mobile phone and poked out his calendar. “I’ll start to work tomorrow. I’ll be late at work on Friday. You can help me run errands and buy vegetables.”

The first time I saw him.

Yan hang felt that he was very inexperienced in getting along with “friends”.

Stiff and awkward.

So he shut up.

“When you want to buy vegetables,” the first day of junior high school said, “just mention it and tell me.”

“Well,” Yan hang nodded, thought about it, covered his eyes and sighed, “fuck, I’m so embarrassed.”

Chuichi laughs.

“Laugh a fart.” Yan hang said.

“Yan hang, you are special, good.” Junior one said.

“I know that.” Yan hang said.

The first day of junior high school, I laugh again and again.

When he went back, Yan hang went to the barbecue shop next to him. His father asked for different things, but he also bought a lot of them. When he got home, he went to the supermarket and bought two beers.

“To my house for barbecue?” Yan hang looked at the first day of junior high school, “I’ll process the food later.”

“Good.” There was no hesitation at all.

“Honest,” Yan hang patted him on the shoulder, “just like you.”

“I want to stay with you.” Junior one said.

“Well,” Yan hang said with a smile, “I have to tell my father that the magic can’t get girls, it can only get little boys.”

“Can you teach me, teach me?” First day of junior high school.

“Who are you going to hang out with?” Yan hang looks at him.

“No,” Chuyi raised his hand and moved his finger. “I think it’s very, very cool.”

“I’ll teach you later. It’s very simple. I have to practice.” Yan hang said.

“Well.” The first day of junior high school nodded happily, and they all raised their hands and moved their fingers along the way.

By the time I got home, my father had already cleaned up the tea table, set up the induction cooker and pan, which was their habit.

He and his father love barbecue, but they usually don’t eat outside. They all pack and carry them home to eat while they are hot.

“Come on, junior one, sit here,” Dad brought a stool to junior one. “Can I have some beer?”

“Lick, lick.” Junior one said.

“I’ll have to lick two or three cans.” Dad said.

“Don’t teach bad children,” Yan hang took three plates out and sat down, turned on the induction cooker, took a small piece of butter and put it in, “this one is very fragrant with butter.”

On the first day of junior high school, I went to the side of the pot and smelled: “fragrance.”

This kind of sitting around the table at home, no pressure, no ear full of complaints and dissatisfaction, no hurry to eat barbecue and drink wine scene, junior one likes it very much.

There were similar scenes in my grandfather’s house, but my grandfather’s house was too far away. He stayed for a few days in the summer vacation at most, and he had to endure the curse of grandma for a month that he was a white eyed wolf.Yan Hang’s father is a little childish. When he was faced with him in the first day of junior high school, he didn’t face the pressure of his elders and was very relaxed.

He could listen to Yan hang and chat with him without saying a word.

It’s very interesting.

Very happy and warm.

“How is your mother cooking?” Yan Hang’s father asked him.

“One pot, stewed pie.” Junior one said.

Yan Hang’s father laughed: “little stutter can be so poor.”

“I thought your grandmother was cooking at home,” Yan said. “Don’t you say your mother is very busy.”

“Grandma is busy, too.” Junior one sighed.

Busy arguing, busy complaining, busy taking advantage.

“If you are greedy, come to us,” said Yan Hang’s father after a sip of beer. “We have good food and wine. There are no rules.”

“Well.” Chuyi nodded with a smile.

It was a good snack. The first day of junior high school didn’t know how much they could eat, and neither did Yan hang and his son. After drinking the beer, they had almost eaten the barbecue.

“There are two chicken wings and one sausage. You can finish it.” Yan Hang’s father pours a bag into the pot.

The bag was covered with two layers, and the two steel bars that Yan hang left in the bag fell out.

“Oh, amulet.” Yan Hang’s father picked up ganger and arranged it on the tea table.

“I have,” Chuyi said with a smile, “Yan hang gave me one, one.”

“Well,” Yan Hang’s father laughed, “I tell you, this is very effective.”

“Well,” the first day of junior high school nodded, “yesterday was bad, almost let me, my mother spent, spent, I was so anxious.”

Yan hang took a look at him: “if you spend it, just find another one.”

“No, no, it’s the same,” junior one said. “That’s It’s just not the same. ”

“Then you have to put it away,” said Yan hangle. “They all look the same. You can’t find them together.”

The first day of junior high school, when he said this, he felt a little nervous and touched his pocket.

“Give me,” Yan hang probably saw his nervousness and stretched out to him, “I’ll help you process it.”

“How to increase the labor?” On the first day of junior high school, he took out the steel bar and put it in his hand.

“Wait,” Yan hang stood up, “where’s the little leather you picked up, Lao Yan?”

“It’s on the table in the room.” Yan Hang’s father said.

Yan hang went into the house and didn’t come out for a long time.

The first day of junior high school and Yan Hang’s father ate up the barbecue, and some of them chatted for a long time. Yan hang came out and put gangkai’er on the coffee table in front of him: “this won’t be lost.”

At first glance, I was stunned.

Ganger put on a small leather coat.

Two thin dark brown belts are crossed and wound around the steel bar. On the back, they are padded with a small leather cut into a circle and glued together. They also wear a thin leather rope on the top, which can be worn around the neck like a necklace.

“Good looking,” the first day of junior high school was a little surprised. Looking at Yan hang, “did you do that?”

“It’s easy to do. Just cut the skin and stick it,” Yan hang said with a smile. “If you don’t dare to wear it on your neck, just wrap it around your wrist. If you don’t dare to hide it, you won’t be confused with other steel bars.”

The first day of junior high school has been holding gangkai’er in his hand. When he got up and went home, he put it in his pocket.

Yan hang didn’t expect that someone would care so much about a ganger.

“Brother Xiaotian, you see him off,” my father said, leaning on the sofa, “there seems to be no light in that section of the road.”

“It’s OK,” the first day of junior high school was a little embarrassed, “I’m a man.”

“Come on, I’ll walk for a while.” Yan hang said.

Dad knows that the first day of junior high school is always bullied. Now it’s warm. At this time, the night life of hooligans and gangsters has just begun. I’m afraid that the first day of junior high school will be happy and be defeated when I go home.

After accompanying junior one through the road without street lights, junior one pointed to an old building in front of him and said, “my home is there.”

“Well.” Yan hang looked at it and didn’t know which building he was referring to, but he knew that junior one should not be willing to let people near his home, so he stopped.

“Thank you.” Junior one said.

“There’s a lot of rubbish. Go back.” Yan hang said.

“If there is, one day,” junior one looked at him, “you go, I will, miss you very much.”

Yan hang smiles.

The first day of junior high school also laughed, came over and grasped his hand, gently grasped it, turned around and walked quickly.

“Ah Dad sighed and took his picture out of his pocket.

Yan hang saw the name at a glance.

Yan Shu.

He did not resist a scold: “shameless ah.”

“What’s the matter? Why don’t you use it? ” Dad picked up the remote control to change the platform and put his legs on the tea table.

“I want to change with you. Yan Shu, be nice,” said Yan hang. “Your name is Yan Jidao.””No, it can’t be changed.” Dad shook his head.

“Why?” Yan hang said.

“Yan Shu is Yan Jidao’s father!” Dad looked at him, “illiterate!”

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