A Lucky Coin - Chapter 107

This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it’s very cool to tie it to the ankle.

“In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show.” Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.

“Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei,” Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. “It’s good-looking.”

“Do you have mine?” Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, “little dog.”

“It’s good. It’s a lot,” the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. “I’ll show you the photos. You can choose one.”

“Good.” Dad nodded.

The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.

Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It’s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.

Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.

“What are we doing?” Dad asked.

“Wait to see the pictures.” Yan hang said.

“Oh.” Dad nodded.

The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called “little stone” in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn’t changed for a long time.

“There is a picture, a picture,” the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, “time flies.”

“Yes,” Dad touched his chin. “I’ve got a beard.”

It’s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: “that’s it. It’s not good-looking.”

“It’s very nice,” Dad took his cell phone. “I’ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?”

“Well!” On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.

Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.

The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don’t need to be ground for a long time to hide.

But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.

“Is this red one painted?” Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.

“It’s just like this,” said junior one. “I found it in the river.”

“I’ll take this. I can put it on my hand.” Dad said.

“I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.” Chuichi said with a smile.

“Thank you.” Dad said.

“You’re welcome.” The first day of junior high school.

The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn’t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.

Before getting out of the car, he couldn’t help opening the red rope’s loose knot and changing it into a clasp.

Junior one’s mind, in case of careless lost more bad.

Today is the first day of the music festival, and it’s Friday. There are so many people in the square that they seem to be thrown into a huge speaker when they get out of the car.

Music, people’s laughter and shouts.

Yan hang stood on the sidewalk near the road in the square, a little dazed.

He doesn’t like lively, more often like a person in a daze, dad knows his habits, so he won’t take him on this occasion to join the fun.

Today’s scene can be regarded as the liveliest he has ever seen except for the new year’s fireworks party.

“Go to the front?” Dad asked.

Yan hang did not speak, some hesitation, he took a look at the first day.

The first day of junior high school looks very excited. I always turn my head and look around. My eyes are shining.

“Go to the tree over there. It’s too close. It’s all on the back of your head. The sound is not right.” Yan hang pointed to a tree in front of him.

There were many people under the tree, and there were people standing on a stone bench.

When they passed, they just got down one from the top. Yan hang took a look at it and rushed to the first two steps of junior high school. He pushed him to the stone bench: “go up…”

“Ah.” The first day of junior high school also stepped on the stone bench.

However, there were a lot of people on the stone bench, and he couldn’t stand after he went up.

“Hold on to me.” Yan hang said.

The first day of junior high school put his arm on his shoulder, thought about it and then laughed: “little short, son.”

“Get the hell out of here.” Yan hang looks at him.

“No Chuyi smiles and shakes his head.

There came a few drums from the other side of the stage, and the people around yelled together. The first day of junior high school quickly turned to stare at the other side.

Yan hang thinks that the first day of junior high school is a wonderful person.

Just an hour ago, he was by the river. He was beaten, dropped his cell phone and almost stripped of his pants. But now he’s all right.In other words, since he left the river and returned to his home, he has basically returned to normal.

This amazing repair ability made Yan hang feel a little bit.

On the first day of junior high school, he didn’t talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask him how he and his father found the past. The discussion about the incident didn’t even take a second.

It’s so dry and crisp that it’s thrown away.

No matter whether the ability of junior one is obtained actively or passively, Yan hang feels that the child has a strong endurance.

Dad didn’t know where to turn around and came back with three small telescopes in his hand.

“Use this,” he handed the telescope to Yan hang and Chuyi. “You can see clearly.”

“Thank you, thank you, uncle Yan.” Junior one took the telescope.

“Don’t call it that standard,” Dad said. “It’s a long string.”

“Thank you, uncle.” Junior one said.

“Yes, that’s a lot easier.” Dad nodded.

Junior one looked down at the telescope: “I have not played this, this.”

“Now play,” Yan hang said with a smile, holding a telescope to the other side of the stage, a few bareheaded young people standing on the top, “very clear.”

“Ah,” the first day of junior high school also put the telescope in front of me. After a while, he said, “OK, far away.”

Yan hang looks at him.

He also took a look at Yan hang. After a pause, he calmly dropped his telescope: “I see.”

Yan hang couldn’t help being happy: “native goods.”

“Foreign goods,” the first day of junior high school continued to look with a telescope, “be serious.”

By the time they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the mood of people in the square had been aroused. There was a little movement on the stage, and people were shaking their hands below.

When the band of bald youths began to perform, the shouting below almost drowned out the music.

The prelude is very familiar. Yan hang takes a look at his father.

It’s a song dad likes very much.

My father’s knowledge of English is limited to Hello, hi, bye, but he can just sing this song down.

“One day，I won’t be insane……” Dad started to sing along.

Yan hang smiles and sings: “won’t play, all their football games, we all need to play…”

The first day of junior high school also did not care about the grandstand, turned his head to look at them.

“What’s the matter?” Yan hang asked.

“No, it’s nothing,” the first day of junior high school said, “take it as you please. It’s a surprise.”

After singing this song, the band sang another original song, which was very popular. Everyone raised their hands, like a small forest.

Yan hang was in a trance when he looked at the arms shaking in front of him.

The sound in the ear also slowly went away, leaving only the flickering shadow under the strong light.

It’s like shouting.

It’s like struggling.

The noiseless confusion of black and white.

Someone flicked a little on his face, and Yan hang recovered. The music and shouts suddenly poured into his ears, and he was almost out of breath.

“The first day of junior high school,” my father called, “how about changing places?”

“Good.” The first time I thought about it, I agreed.

“Go there, farther away,” my father pointed to a shopping mall across the square. “There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?”

The first day of junior high school took a look through the telescope: “yes, I invite you to drink tea.”

“Fifty yuan a month is not enough to be robbed,” Yan said, “and he’s always thinking about treating people.”

“No, not every time, robbed.” I jumped off the stone bench.

“With uncle, it’s not your turn to treat,” Dad said with a smile. “Go and sit there for a while.”

Yan hang turns around and follows his father to the other side.

After two steps, someone grabbed his hand. He turned his head. It was the first day of junior high school.

Chuyi smiles at him: “your hands are a little cold.”

“Well,” answered Yan hang, “the wind is strong.”

After a few steps forward, the first day of junior high school didn’t release his hand. He took another look at the first day of junior high school: “why don’t you call me brother Sheng and I’ll lead you across the street?”

“You are, not harm, afraid.” First day of junior high school.

Yan hang hesitated and did not speak.

The first day of junior high school still didn’t let go. They crossed the road hand in hand with their father like a fool.

There are many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to the music festival to join in the fun. If it’s not very fanatical, sitting here, you can hear the music, see the stage, and have a cup of tea. It’s very comfortable.

They found an empty table to sit down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them and ordered a pot of green tea for them.As soon as the tea was brought up, they immediately stood up and poured tea into the three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn’t put his hand in. After standing for a while, he had to go away.

“On the first day of junior high school,” Dad took a sip of tea, “didn’t you come out like this before?”

“In the evening, at home,” sat down on the first day of junior high school, “stupefied.”

“Isn’t that boring?” Dad sighed.

“In Yeh, Yeh’s house is fun,” the first day of junior high school turned the cup, “you can go on holiday.”

“Grandfather’s house is far away, isn’t it?” Dad asked again.

“Well.” Just a little bit.

While listening to their chatting, Yan hang took out his mobile phone and took some pictures to the stage.

This so-called Leica lens of mobile phone photography is OK, very feeling.

Stage lighting, in addition to the light to illuminate that side of the color, surrounded by thick darkness, very lonely.

“You stammer,” Dad looked at the first day of junior high school, “when did it start?”

“Remember, things start,” the first thought, “my father said I said, late, always say, not agile, grandma worried, always scold, a scold me more, no way.”

“Then you are scared.” Dad said.

“Well,” Chuichi said with a smile, “it’s not stupid

“I can see that,” Dad said. “You try to speak slowly and jump word by word. Maybe you won’t stammer.”

“Really Yes Do you… ” Junior one said.

Yan hang turns on the video of his mobile phone and faces the first day of junior high school.

“You see, I don’t stammer anymore.” Dad, clap.

“He doesn’t stutter when he says three words.” Yan hang said.

Dad was happy: “then try a longer one. How old are you on the first day of junior high school?”

“Fourteen, that’s the problem,” Chuyi sighed. “It’s longer, longer, isn’t it?”

Yan hang couldn’t hold his mobile phone with a smile: “the sentence behind you is long.”

“OK,” Chuyi turned his head and saw his mobile phone, “straight Broadcast Is that right? ”

“No, video.” Yan hang said.

“You For What What… ” The first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of

“Take your time,” Yan said with a smile. “It’s so easy to change back, so no one will stammer.”

“Well.” Junior one picked up the cup and drank tea with a smile, “this Two Tea Very, very fragrant. ”

Yan hang and his father don’t have a sense of time. He has insomnia. Most of the time, night is just the whole time relative to the day for him, but his father doesn’t care what he is. He doesn’t care.

When the first day of junior high school hesitated to go home first, they noticed that it was almost 11 o’clock.

“Yo,” dad stood up, “hurry up, take a taxi.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get a taxi at this moment,” said Yan hang, who took a look at the square. It was still a bustling crowd. “There are so many people.”

“Bus, deliver the car.” Junior one said.

Yan hang doesn’t like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn’t want to stand on the bus for ten minutes or sit.

However, there’s no way to deal with this situation tonight. I can’t take a taxi. It’s too long to walk back. It’s just a crowded bus.

And it’s really crowded.

There are more than three people who can’t get on the bus. At this time, the bus has only one way to go. They stand in front of each other when they line up. After getting on the bus, Yan hang finds that there are endless people who can get on the bus. Even if they get on the bus first, they are no different from those who get on the bus later. They are all stuck together.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on!” First day of junior high school, I pasted face to face with him and tried to add oil to him.

Yan hang sighed and laughed: “shut up.”

After a stop, no one got off, and there were still people pushing on.

The first day of junior high school sighed and tried to make a mistake. Maybe he wanted to be separated from an aunt who was leaning on his back.

As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan hang and whispered: “ah!”

“How,” Yan hang was startled by him and lowered his voice, “hard?”

“…… No, it’s not, “the first day of junior high school lowered his head again, then raised his head again,” I’m not yet, I’m not an adult. This kind of words, the topic is not appropriate. ”

“Why are you so surprised?” Yan hang asked.

“Little stone,” the first day of junior high school said, “yes, yes, no, it’s dropped?”

“No,” Yan hang rubbed his left ankle, which was tied with stones, against his right leg and felt it for a while. “I can feel it. It’s not so easy to drop the clasp.”

“Oh,” the first day of junior high school was relieved, “I stepped on a hard thing. I thought it was a stone, a stone.”

“Don’t worry,” Yan hang said with a smile. “In fact, I haven’t received any gifts. I won’t lose them so easily.”

When I got off the bus, the first day of junior high school was forced to bend over while squeezing. It was like obsessive-compulsive disorder. I had to see what I stepped on.”See?” Yan hang asked.

“A bottle, a cap.” The first day of junior high school, I pulled the clothes that were squeezed and crooked.

“A bottle cap.” Yan hang said.

The first day of junior high school began to laugh: “still say me, owe son.”

“Let’s go. Hurry up. I’ll come back later. Your grandmother scolds you again.” Yan hang said.

“No one cares about me at night,” he said, as if he wanted to slow down, so he repeated, “late On No People Tube, tube, tube me. ”

Yan hang was laughing when a car passed behind him and honked his horn.

“First day of junior high school!” There was a cry.

Yan hang looked back, a white car came and stopped beside them.

The co driver’s window was open. Yan hang looked in. A middle-aged man was also looking out.

“My father,” the first day of junior high school, went over, “you’re back, coming?”

“Where have you been?” On the first day of junior high school, my father opened the door and got off the car, “get on the bus, I’ll see you off.”

With these words, my father took a look at them and suddenly froze after passing Yan Hang’s face.

Yan hang quickly looked over to his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: “go back with your father on the first day of junior high school, we are in front, very close, just two steps away.”

“I…” There was some hesitation on the first day of junior high school.

“Get in the car,” Yan hang patted him on the back, “do you want to walk back alone?”

“Oh,” Chuichi said with a smile, opened the door and got on the car, then leaned on the window, “it’s very open today, heart, good night.”

“Good night.” Yan hang said.

“Good night, uncle.” The first day of junior high school, I smile at my father again.

“Good night.” Dad waved his hand.

After the car left, Yan hang and his father stood on the side of the road and did not move.

After a moment’s silence, Yan hang looked at his father: “it’s not the first time that his father saw you on the first day of junior high school, is it?”

“I don’t know,” Dad lit a cigarette and went on, “I saw him for the first time anyway.”

Yan hang was silent for a while and followed.

In the past, he would never ask such questions, but now he feels like a walking why book.

“Well.” Yan hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.

When I tied it to my ankle, Chuyi explained in a low voice: “my eyes are too small, too small. The leather rope and the braided rope can’t go through.”

“This will do.” Yan hang said.

“Lord, if I don’t, I won’t make it up.” Junior one said.

Yan hang laughed: “I know.”

This small stone is very cool. Its shape is simple and generous, its color is simple and clean, and it’s very cool to tie it to the ankle.

“In fact, your aesthetic is better than what you usually show.” Yan hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.

“Tu, the judge of the local dog, Mei,” Chuyi chuckled and held his hand on his ankle. “It’s good-looking.”

“Do you have mine?” Dad listened in front, and now he turned around and asked, “little dog.”

“It’s good. It’s a lot,” the first day of junior high school scratched his head awkwardly. “I’ll show you the photos. You can choose one.”

“Good.” Dad nodded.

The first day of junior high school took out the mobile phone, pressed it, and then three people looked at the black screen together.

Yan hang felt that this mobile phone was probably thrown by Liang Bing just now. It’s not very good anymore. The time to light the screen is much longer than usual.

Midway, I even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with my hand.

“What are we doing?” Dad asked.

“Wait to see the pictures.” Yan hang said.

“Oh.” Dad nodded.

The screen finally lights up. On the first day of junior high school, I poked the photo album. The photo album opens very fast. The folder called “little stone” in it also opens very fast. After opening it, there are black squares arranged. It hasn’t changed for a long time.

“There is a picture, a picture,” the first day of junior high school kneaded his nose, opened one of the black blocks, and then held his cell phone in one hand and his cheek in the other, “time flies.”

“Yes,” Dad touched his chin. “I’ve got a beard.”

It’s so easy to open this picture. The first day I enlarged the picture: “that’s it. It’s not good-looking.”

“It’s very nice,” Dad took his cell phone. “I’ll take a closer look and choose one. Can you drill an eye for me, too?”

“Well!” On the first day of junior high school, he nodded immediately.

Yan hang took a look at him and felt that his father had not called him a little poor boy wrongly. It was estimated that he had never shown any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say that they were good-looking, let alone that he would choose one for drilling.

The small stones of grade one are very small. Maybe they don’t need to be ground for a long time to hide.

But the colors and shapes are quite rich. Some of the more complicated ones are petal shaped ones. They are not so delicate, but they are all lovely.”Is this red one painted?” Dad asked, pointing to a small round stone with a little orange in it.

“It’s just like this,” said junior one. “I found it in the river.”

“I’ll take this. I can put it on my hand.” Dad said.

“I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.” Chuichi said with a smile.

“Thank you.” Dad said.

“You’re welcome.” The first day of junior high school.

The little black stone was cold. Yan hang could feel it all the time. It was a little cold point. He didn’t know whether it was an illusion or a real one.

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