A Lucky Coin - Chapter 95

Today’s live broadcast of Yan hang, he wanted to watch the live broadcast for a while, but the time was not enough. He came out to buy oil.

My mother doesn’t buy oil in the supermarket. She wants to go to the vegetable market to buy a large barrel of split packing because it’s cheap.

The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time. However, he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan hang for a long time. Now if he doesn’t run to the vegetable market again, he will be overtime for a long time.

Although his mother won’t beat him, he is not willing to face his mother’s gloomy face.

“Oil?” Yan hang looked at him, “isn’t there any supermarket?”

“Expensive.” Junior one said.

“To go to the market?” Yan hang asked.

Just a little bit.

“Then you go.” Yan hang looked at the time.

The first day of junior high school stood up and looked at him, feeling that he wanted to say something more, but after staring for a while, he didn’t find the word.

“Well?” Yan hang was puzzled by him. “Don’t tell me there is a pen in the river.”

“No Chuyi started to laugh, turned around and ran down the road.

The pen was given to him by my aunt before, but he didn’t dare to use it. My mother always signed the pen from the water station, blue, red and black. He had to use it.

He has hidden this pen all the time. If he didn’t want to thank Yan hang, he would not remember this pen. Maybe he would forget that mobile phone in the future.

It’s best to forget what you can’t have, or you will feel uncomfortable when you think of it. This is his experience.

On the first day of junior high school, I run all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel very tired running like this, but I don’t think it’s far away now.

Probably because the pen was sent out.

He doesn’t have a chance to give gifts. He won’t call his classmates for birthdays or anything. He will give gifts to his parents I did.

In primary school, he saved a long time of pocket money, picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them, and bought a scarf for his mother to make her happy.

Like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.

Mom didn’t get it.

Finally, grandma took the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a big fight. She returned the scarf and bought cigarettes. When she got home, because she didn’t get a refund, she had another fight with grandma.

After that, he didn’t think about giving any more presents.

This time, he was determined to give Yan hang a gift.

Li Zihao throws away his pen. He looks for a pen in the mud. It doesn’t matter to him. What he worries about all the time is that Yan hang doesn’t want it.

But Yan hang took it and saw with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the smelly mud. He even wiped it with paper without washing it.

Chuichi smiles.

Yan Hang is very nice.

From the vegetable market to buy the oil designated by my mother, the first day of junior high school to carry back.

When he ran past Yan Hang’s building, he also looked over there. The window of Yan Hang’s living room was facing the street. There was a flower bed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were closed.

Maybe Yan hang hasn’t come back yet.

The first day of junior high school slowed down. The oil was heavy. I was a little tired after running all the way.

My mother didn’t call to urge him, which means that time is still within the tolerance range But when he turned the corner and could see his own building, he knew why his mother didn’t call him.

I don’t think so.

You can hear grandma’s voice from a long distance.

I can’t hear the content clearly, but I can almost imagine it on the first day of junior high school.

All of a sudden, the whole person felt out of breath, and the pace became slower and slower.

He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart that he would finish the scolding quickly, finish it quickly, and finish it before he went downstairs.

But just as the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, his prayer in his heart never succeeded.

And today’s reality is far from his expectation.

Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.

Her coat had been taken off, her bare arms were crossed, and she could be seen in white from the crowd.

On the first day of junior high school, he stopped and leaned against the wall.

But I didn’t get away from other people’s eyes.

“First day of junior high school!” Someone called his name with a smile, “you’re not going to get your grandmother home yet!”

“She’ll take off her pants no matter how late it is!” Someone said with a smile.

Junior one bowed his head and made no sound.

He didn’t know what grandma was doing today and who she was fighting with. He only knew that in the eyes of the neighbors, such a scene would be staged once in a few months.

Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime and anywhere.

This includes their school.When Yan hang opened the door and entered the room, his father asked, “what’s the smell?”

“…… Can you still smell it? ” Yan hang raised his foot and looked at the sole.

“Yes,” Dad said, “did you fight with someone in the cesspool?”

“After dinner, don’t lose your appetite.” Yan hang took off his shoes and put them next to the garbage can at the door. He saw an old man coming over twice a day to look through the garbage.

“The people in the class are smart.” Dad said.

“I’m unemployed.” Yan hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands. When he came out, he felt the pen in his pocket, hesitated, put it under his nose, smelled it, and then turned in to wash it twice.

“You can’t get money for a day, can you?” Dad didn’t ask him why he lost his job.

“Can you get it? It’s not enough for noodles.” Yan hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.

This is a silver pike pen. Although it looks very old, it’s very delicate.

As a pen, Yan hang has no interest. He doesn’t use a pen much. After all, he only went to primary school. He likes to use a pencil.

But as a gift, it feels different.

“What is it?” Dad asked.

“Can’t you see what this is?” Yan hang shook his pen at him.

“I can’t believe my eyes when I see it.” Dad lit a cigarette.

“It’s from someone else.” Yan hang said.

“For you?” Dad was a little surprised. “Is that the kid you’re talking about?”

“Well,” Yan hang nodded, “what would you like to eat at noon?”

“Pizza.” Dad said.

Yan hang took a look at him.

“I thought the oven in the kitchen would work, so I bought the materials,” Dad pointed to the refrigerator. “I wanted you to make it at night. Now that you’re unemployed, I’ll have it at noon.”

Yan hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.

“OK,” said Yan hang, “I’ll buy some green pepper bacon or something.”

“Another bottle of red wine.” Dad added.

“Celebrate my unemployment, right?” Yan hang said.

“Celebrate that you made a friend and received a gift.” Dad said happily.

Yan hang didn’t speak. He opened the door and went out.

The gift was received.

Friends?

First day of junior high school?

Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friend. He is not very clear about what kind of relationship and how deep it is.

But junior one, should not be friends.

Words have not said a few words, friends at least have to be able to chat, let him talk with junior one son estimated to suffocate.

Go out and turn left. There is a life supermarket along the road. Yan hang has been shopping there these days. It’s quite complete and inexpensive. All the residents in this area are shopping here. It seems that everyone’s income is almost the same. He doesn’t particularly understand that his mother has to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high school.

The first day of junior high school was very obedient. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil

It’s a big barrel.

Yan hang stood at the door of the supermarket, looking at the first day of junior high school coming to him, and the bucket of oil in his hand, almost catching up with the size of the bucket of water dispenser.

But the direction of junior one is obviously opposite to his going home.

Yan hang didn’t move. He looked at junior one coming slowly with his head down. He seemed a little depressed. He didn’t have an expression when he was bullied, but now he frowned.

The first day of junior high school didn’t see him all the time. He just bowed his head and walked forward. As he passed by, Yan hang couldn’t help reaching for his head and bouncing: “ah.”

Junior one turned his head.

“Don’t you go home?” Yan hang said.

“Let’s go first, let’s go, let’s go.” Junior one said.

“Walking with oil?” Yan hang asked.

“Well,” Chuyi nodded, “keep fit, keep fit.”

Yan hang sometimes didn’t quite understand what kind of mentality he was in when he was obviously depressed.

“Is someone blocking you in front of you?” Yan hang asked.

“No,” the first day of junior high school shook his head, “they have a rest at the weekend.”

“Then take a walk.” Yan hang didn’t know what else to say, so he turned and entered the supermarket.

There are many people in the supermarket. Yan hang grabs some green peppers in the crowd and takes a package of laver.

When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that the first day of junior high school was following him with the bucket of 800 Jin oil.

“Fuck,” Yan hang was startled, “what are you doing?”

“For a walk.” Junior one said.

“Don’t you come in with this and save it?” Yan hang looked at the oil in his hand. “There’s oil here too. I won’t let you out for a while.”

“This is three, three no,” the first day of junior high school turned the barrel, there is no label on it, “it’s OK.”

Yan hang sighed, conveniently took a shopping basket with wheels from the side: “put it in, carry it, I look tired.”Chuyi put the oil bucket into the basket and continued to follow him with the basket.

After taking the red wine, Yan hang continued to look for bacon. Without bacon, he planned to replace it with other things, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon and so on.

There must be something happened on the first day of junior high school, but Yan hang didn’t have the habit of asking questions. If he didn’t say a word, he wouldn’t ask. If he was Dad, he wouldn’t even ask.

When he came out to buy good things, he took a look at the first day of junior high school. It seemed that the first day of junior high school didn’t mean to go home with oil, but he didn’t follow him any more, so he went on.

“First day of junior high school.” Yan hang called him.

I look back.

“Have you eaten yet?” Yan hang asked a piece of rubbish.

“Later, drink oil.” Junior one said.

“Go to my house and have a drink,” said Yan hang. “I’ll get you a cup.”

“Fang, is it convenient?” First day of junior high school.

Yan hang found that some aspects of junior high school students were honest. At this time, he didn’t even refuse.

Very good.

Dad was a little surprised when he went out to buy a dish and came back with a man carrying oil.

“The first day of junior high school,” Yan hang introduced, “is the child who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner.”

“Welcome, I’m Yan Jidao, his father, Yan Shu,” his father warmly extended his hand to the first day of junior high school “Oil?”

At the beginning, he was stunned. He reached out and shook hands with him: “uncle, OK.”

“He bought the oil and wanted to take it home,” Yan said. “The first day of the new year, he came to fight.”

In fact, there was nothing to start with. He was just afraid that junior one would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu’s nonsense.

“Good.” On the first day of junior high school, I immediately put down the oil bucket, changed the slippers, and then put several pairs of shoes in order.

Yan hang takes a look at his father, and his father is also looking at him. It’s obvious that the easy move of the first day of junior high school surprised him.

“Let’s go straight.” Yan hang took the mobile phone rack to the desk and put on a mask.

“Is there anyone to see it?” First day of junior high school.

“I can’t get through this, can I?” Yan hang looks at him.

“It’s gone.” First day of junior high school.

Yan hang ignored him and adjusted his mobile phone to the materials on the desk.

Junior one looks at Yan Hang’s hand.

After someone came in the studio, the screen was brushing all the time.

Yan Hang’s hands are really beautiful, especially when he moves.

Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife

At the beginning of junior high school, I was a little distracted, not only by Yan Hang’s hands, but also by Yan Hang’s knife work.

Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every action is flowing, without any unnecessary pause and hesitation.

The screen is very busy. I took time to take a glance at it.

-Brother Xiaotian, don’t be so cool. Let’s talk about the steps and essentials.

– silent cooking series

– suddenly quit the live series

– I see anyone else?

-I also saw

– someone

stepped back on the first day of junior high school.

Yan hang took a look at him, reached for his mobile phone, turned the camera to him and said, “this is the man.”

-Handsome boy

– cooking together!!!!

-I suddenly had an unorthodox guess…

Did not wait for the beginning of a face of consternation adjustment, Yan hang put the phone back, continue to deal with the material: “baking pan to me.”

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.

“There’s nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza,” Yan said. “If you want to eat, chop it up, slice the cheese, and bake it.”

Yan hang put the baking tray into the oven and adjusted the time: “after a while, you can eat it.”

The first day of junior high school hasn’t recovered, he has quit the live broadcast.

“Over, over?” First day of junior high school.

“There’s another one,” Yan hang turned to continue his busy work. “The same content will not be broadcast.”

“No one’s watching anyway,” Dad said, leaning over the kitchen door. “Hell, the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don’t even bother to brush presents.”

“Who said that,” Yan hang said while cutting green pepper silk, “someone just brushed the plane.”

“Why?” Dad said, “my hand slipped?”

Yan hang took a look at Chu: “probably The first day of the new year. ”

Dad was happy and laughed for a long time: “this is for junior one.”

“Go out and eat.” Yan hang sighed.

Dad went back to the living room with a smile and continued to watch his local news.

“You want it, do you want it?” The first day of junior high school asked in a soft voice, as if a little embarrassed.

“What do you want?” Yan hang was stunned.”Face.” Junior one said.

“Believe it or not, I’ve cut you up together?” Yan hang was shocked.

“I,” Chuichi pointed to himself, “my face.”

“You wait,” Yan hang put down his knife, holding the desk in his hand, “I’ll understand first.”

“If you, want, want a gift,” junior one explains, “you can…”

“I see,” Yan hang interrupted him, looking at him for a long time without saying anything. After putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, “you’re not repaying your kindness, are you?”

Junior one looked at him and said nothing.

“You…” Yan hang was interrupted by the first day of junior high school when he wanted to go on.

“No Junior one said.

“What’s that?” Yan hang asked.

“You’re not polite, gift,” Chuichi whispered, “poor thing.”

“…… Go away Yan hang said, thinking about it, he was happy again, “fuck.”

Junior one leans against the wall and looks at the oven with Yan hang.

It can’t be said to be repaying kindness, or simply trying to express one’s emotions.

For Yan hang, some things are not deliberately done, just casual, but for him, the feeling is not the same.

But he did not dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan hang would be baffled, or that he wanted to seek protection.

He doesn’t need anyone to protect him. He just wants someone to communicate with him normally.

Yan hang was able to give him such an exchange. Although he didn’t know how long it would last, he still cherished it.

After two pizzas were baked, Yan hang made another soup. On the first day of junior high school, he went to the living room to clean up the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.

Yan hang was a little surprised at the observation ability of grade one. Grade one didn’t ask him where to put the things. It seemed that he didn’t deliberately observe them. But before Yan hang spoke, he had done them all.

Yan hang can’t say what it’s like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met many people and is very sensitive to many things.

The first day of junior high school is different from the general discerning children. It gives him the feeling that he can’t find any mistakes carefully and makes everyone satisfied seriously and naturally.

“Would you like some for the first time?” Uncle Yan opened a red wine.

“No, not at all.” Junior one said.

“Taste it,” Uncle Yan poured him a little, “lick it.”

“Well.” Chuichi smiles.

Except for the memory of going to relatives, classmates or friends for dinner during the Spring Festival, he has no memory.

And working together in the kitchen, and then sitting at the table together, eating and chatting, this kind of experience is completely unprecedented, the first bite of pizza, feel very comfortable.

“Do you live near here?” Asked Uncle Yan.

“Well,” Chu nodded, “go further, forward, Lunan.”

“Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there,” Uncle Yan said with a smile, remembering that he touched Yan hang with his arm. “Just when I came back at noon today, I saw an old lady with bare arms and quarreling with others over there. She was very tough, and I didn’t even have fun watching it.”

“Ah?” Yan hang was stunned.

The first day of junior high school shakes his hand with the pizza.

Junior one did not speak, stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth, pretending to be very involved in chewing.

“Is it blocked?” Yan hang tut twice.

“No,” the first day of junior high school shook his head, “it’s to prevent, prevent being blocked.”

“Is that Li DAHAO?” Yan hang asked.

The first time I saw him: “son.”

“Oh.” Yan hang didn’t really remember the name. He always thought it was little scum one.

“It’s not him,” junior one said. “He doesn’t use hide.”

“That’s another one?” Yan hang sighed.

“Next door, from the building,” the first day of junior high school said, “the missing gangster, the gangster back, back.”

Yan hang looked at him. After a while, he asked, “are you in trouble?”

“See me, can think, want to find, a joy,” the first day of junior high school is quite calm, “see, don’t see, it’s OK.”

“Forget your classmates’ rubbish,” said Yan hang. “If this person bothers you, please tell me.”

“You fight, you fight,” Chuichi took a drink. “Always, win?”

“I haven’t lost,” Yan hang said with a smile. “I’ll call my dad when I’m going to lose.”

“Ah? Uncle, uncle, fight for you? ” I was a little surprised.

“Well,” Yan hang leaned back in his chair and looked up, “we are so boring sometimes.”

Yan hang had never seen the gangster mentioned in the first day of junior high school, but when he went to the supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize him from the crowd at a glance.

Maybe there are too many places I have been and too many people I have met. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and temperament. If you pay a little attention, you will find that most people are in a hurry and no one will stop to look around.This gangster is a tall, thin man, squatting on the roadside smoking with a few friends. He looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.

But Yan hang took a look as he passed them, and suddenly several people stared at him at the same time.

It’s like shouting in unison, farting, fighting!

Yan hang takes his eyes back and enters the supermarket.

It’s normal for such a gangster to hide in the first day of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who are studying in a strictly managed school.

This kind of person is not the first silent response can carry the past.

It’s early to get off work today. Yan hang took the vegetables home and looked at the time. It’s almost time to come back from school on the first day of junior high school.

He looked out of the window.

“Why?” Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone and asked him, “look at the first day of junior high school?”

“He may have trouble coming back at this time.” Yan hang said.

“Go to the intersection and wait for him,” Dad said, “great Xia Yan.”

“You can cook the rice first,” Yan hang looked back at him. “I’ll fry two dishes for rice today.”

“I want to eat Western food.” Dad said.

“You just say you don’t want to cook.” Yan hang said.

“Our prince is smart,” my father laughed. “Nothing can escape your eyes.”

“I want to eat fried vegetables.” Yan hang insisted.

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