Dude, your wig fell off

An He didn't speak, turned around and strode towards the office without looking back.

Nachen stood on the steps and looked at his back, and after a while, he jumped down from the last few steps step by step.

During the parent-teacher meeting, An He propped his hands on the podium and spoke calmly and calmly, which was very attractive. The short-term speech was full of personality but not ostentatious. It is nice to have such a head teacher.

"Brother, you haven't left yet?" Xu Jingyao ran over from the side, "Do you have any money, I want to buy a bottle of milk tea."

Na Chen took out his wallet from his pocket, and handed it to her, but Xu Jingyao didn't pick it up: "Five yuan is enough."

That Chen took out a few hundred ones and stuffed them directly into her pocket: "New Year's money."

"My mother knows she will say something about me." Xu Jingyao looked at him with a frown.

"Do you have to let your mother know?" Na Chen said as he walked towards the school gate with his hands in his pockets, "Your Teacher An said that you are very good, so don't worry about your grades all day long. That attitude made me think Your grades are counting down."

Xu Jingyao smiled, after thinking about it, she took out the money and chased it to return it to him, but Nachen pressed her hand: "Take it, I will deposit it with you."

"Why save me here?" Xu Jingyao was stunned.

Na Chen rubbed his stomach, turned around and walked away quickly: "I'll come to ask you if I need to mend my body after having an abortion."

Xu Jingyao froze in place for a while before whispering to his back: "You are crazy!"

When Chen left the school gate and walked to his car, he saw a boy in school uniform standing there looking at his car in a daze.

He stepped into the car, and the boy suddenly raised his head, and paused when he saw him: "Is it your car?"

"Well," Na Chen took out the glove and slowly put it on his hand, after tidying up his fingers one by one, he found that the boy was still standing beside him, so he narrowed his eyes, "Come on, let me show you around? "

The boy stared at him for a long time before saying: "Who are you, Xu Jingyao?"

Na Chen thought for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Her father."

"What?" The boy's eyes widened.

Na Chen didn't speak any more, he slammed the gas pedal, and the car rushed out.

Nothing to do today, Na Chen made an appointment with the band to rehearse "A Flower in the Grassland".

When the car was about to reach the underground garage of Li Fan's house, the phone rang, and the speed of the car slowed down at that time, but it didn't stop, and drove slowly along the side of the road.

The phone kept ringing, and it didn't seem to stop. It didn't stop until it automatically cut off.

Na Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to speed up when the bell rang again.

He parked the car on the side of the road a little annoyed, stomped hard on the curb, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it in his hand.

The bell stopped ringing, stopped ringing, and he only answered the phone when it rang for the fourth time.

"That Chen! Why didn't you answer the phone!" Auntie's very unhappy voice came from over there.

"I didn't hear it." Na Chen put his legs on the ground, lowered his head and patted his pants.

"Your grandma misses you, and she insisted on letting you stay there for two days, so I asked her to pack her things and go there." The aunt changed her tone of melancholy, "She is not in good health recently, you need to take care of her." Heart! Your uncle and I are not at ease, and I can't persuade her..."

"Yeah." Na Chen hung up the phone before his aunt finished speaking.

worried?Na Chen leaned in front of the rearview mirror and smiled at himself in the mirror, worried that the old lady would come here alone?If you don't worry, you will say that you haven't asked the old lady for a long time?

"The acting skills are too bad." Na Chen sighed, stopped driving to Li Fan's house, and turned around.

When Chen's car was about a hundred meters away from his building, he saw a few grandparents surrounded by the side of the road, and he found a parking space nearby and parked the car.

"Don't give me food!" An old lady sat on a bench and patted her thigh, "Kick me out, I can't even find a home now!"

"Don't worry..." An aunt comforted the old lady by patting her on the shoulder.

Na Chen walked up to the old lady and knelt down, patted her hand, leaned into her ear and shouted loudly: "Grandma!"

"Hey!" The old lady smiled happily when she saw him, and said to the people next to her, "My grandson is here!"

"Does it mean that I won't give you food!" Na Chen helped her up, leaned into her ear and continued to shout.

"Ah?" Grandma looked at him in confusion, "I'm not eating, I just finished eating."

"Where's your hearing aid?" Na Chen took her grandma's small bag and flipped through it helplessly, "Why didn't you come out wearing a hearing aid?"

"I can hear you! I don't want to wear that, it's uncomfortable, it's so noisy." Grandma walked forward with a face of displeasure, turned in skillfully at the door of the unit, and pressed the elevator with her hand.

"You can hear me, I can hear the whole neighborhood," Na Chen stood behind her, "You can't find a home!"

Grandma ignored him, not knowing whether she heard it or not.

After entering the house, Nachen tidied up the room reserved for grandma. When the bed was being made, grandma followed in, picked up a photo frame on the bedside table and began to cry.

"Your mother is poor." Grandma hugged the photo frame, "You deliberately put her photo here to make me feel uncomfortable."

"You took it out and put it away by yourself last time." Nachen wanted to take the photo frame away, but he whipped it twice, but his grandma didn't let go, so he had to continue making the bed.

"Girl..." Grandma hugged the photo frame and lay down on the bed, grabbed the pillow towel and wiped her face.

"Can you not do this?" Chen's half-made bed sheet was pressed by his grandma and couldn't be pulled out. He lay down on the edge of the bed and looked at grandma, "My mother is not dead."

"No one will see me off." Grandma continued to cry.

"Your son will give it to you." Na Chen stood up and walked out of the house, took a cup to make honey water, which the old lady loved to drink, "he is very filial, and I hope to see you soon."

"I know." Grandma followed him out without knowing when, and said something behind him.

Nachen smiled, poured the honey and handed it to her, then bent down to look at the old lady's face: "Your ears shine from time to time, so you have to guard against bad words."

Grandma also stared at him. After a while, she lowered her head and took a sip of honey water, then raised her head and said, "Are you a man today?"

"Yeah." Nachen nodded.

A text message came in on the phone, and he took it over to take a look. Li Fan asked him why he hadn't arrived yet.

He didn't answer, threw the phone on the sofa, and sat down on the chair by the window.

Grandma sat on the sofa and began to talk, mainly talking about her illnesses, various illnesses, some of which were her own, and some were borrowed from other old men and old ladies. In short, there was no good place for her body.

In fact, last month, my grandma climbed into my uncle's house on the second floor through the window because she forgot to take the key and set up a ladder. It was just her hobby to sum up her illness and say that she was going to die.

Na Chen listened without saying a word. When grandma said that he was ill, he didn't need to answer the conversation, just listen.

After talking for an indeterminate amount of time, the topic suddenly changed, and it suddenly came to my uncle without any transition. Grandma looked at him and said, "It's not easy for your uncle."

"Ah."

"The salary is so low, your aunt's health is still so poor, and your brother still has to go to school."

"Ah."

"Bitter, I still have to subsidize him with my little coffin book."

That Chen didn't speak, stood up and went into his room, took out an envelope from the drawer, and took out a bundle of money that hadn't been opened yet.

He put the money in his grandma's hand, leaned into her ear and raised his voice: "You take this money, if there is too much, whoever you want to give it to, I will not give the money to your son, I only have the money on hand. Dad's death compensation, this money has nothing to do with anyone."

Grandma didn't take the money and looked at him: "You don't share the money from your father's company?"

"Yeah." Na Chen frowned, he didn't want to mention this person.

"Why!" Grandma shouted.

"Because your girl is a lunatic," Na Chen looked at her with a smile on his lips, "What if her son is also a lunatic? Who would leave money to a lunatic?"

Grandma didn't speak for a long time, then lowered her head and started crying.

Na Chen turned on the TV, put the remote control in his grandma's hand, then sat back on the chair by the window, looked out the window, put his fingertips to his mouth and bit it.

When the grandfather clock in the living room pointed to 06:30, the grandma who was sitting on the sofa watching TV said, "I'm going to buy vegetables."

"It's too late, go out to eat," Nachen stood up, and found that he had bitten his fingertips at some point, and his palms were covered with blood. He went to wash his hands, put on a band-aid, and walked to grandma and shouted. , "Let's go out to eat!"

I took my grandma to a restaurant outside the community to finish eating hot pot. Grandma was in a good mood. She kept singing opera on the way back, but because she had been deaf for many years, her voice was always high and low. Chen didn't even know where the tune was.

"Merry doesn't cost thousands of dollars..." Grandma entered the elevator and began to sing again.

Na Chen twitched in his heart and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. After the elevator door opened, he took his grandma's hand to open the door and entered the room. Grandma sang and walked to the toilet: "Moon moves, flowers, shadows and jade people come... ..."

After going to the toilet, grandma washed her face and went back to the house to sleep. Her habit of going to bed at 08:30 has not changed for decades.

Nachen sat on the sofa, tilted his head back, closed his eyes with his pillow on the backrest, and continued to sing in a low voice: "Tonight, the debt of lovesickness is settled, a couple is in love..."

When he was a child, before going to bed, his mother would sit by his bed and sing softly. He had never heard of bedtime stories, fairy tales, nursery rhymes, lullabies, none of them. His mother only sang operas, either sad or happy, singing softly and softly. Beautiful, but not warm.

Na Chen went back to his room, without turning on the light, just sat there motionless in the dark looking at an old photo hanging on the wall.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting, but he felt his chin itchy, and he raised his hand to scratch it, only to find water beads hanging on his chin.

Are you crying?

Na Chen smiled, lay down on the bed and buried his face in the pillow, took out his cell phone and replied a text message to Li Fan, rehearsing at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

Li Fan quickly came back with another sentence, I am a flower in the grassland, only to reveal my youth, a guy fell in love with me, can I really sing this lyrics?

That Chen laughed at the text message for a long time, just don't let your daughter-in-law hear it.

Grandma living at home didn't have much impact on Nachen. Grandma usually just watched TV, went downstairs for a walk, and cleaned up the house.

The only thing that made Nachen unbearable was that my grandma got up early in the morning and started to clean up at four or five o'clock. She couldn't hear her ears. She was woken up at four or five o'clock, lying on the bed and feeling her heart beating a little uncomfortable.

When he arrived at the garage of Li Fan's house in the afternoon, he sat down and leaned against the wall trying to sleep, feeling extremely sleepy.

But when the rehearsal started, he became more energetic, not only him, but also everyone in the band.

As soon as Li Fan opened his mouth, there was a lot of joy. When he sang "A Flower in the Grassland, Delicate and Beautiful Like a Cloud", David played several wrong notes on his guitar, and finally squatted on the ground and laughed so hard that he could only hear the sound of Hiccup breathing in. .

"Hey," Li Fan felt helpless, "Actually, Xiao Chenchen sings this song very well. With a flick of his hair and a stretch of his long legs, he will ride a fine horse and take me to my new home..."

"No, grandpa and aunt will be stupefied when they hear this girl's smoking voice," Yan Yi said with a smile leaning against the wall, "It will be revealed as soon as you open your mouth."

"Hurry up," Na Chen twirled the drumstick in his hands a few times, hitting a string of drumbeats, "Li Fan, get excited quickly, I'm even excited."

"What are you excited about?" Li Fan looked at him.

Na Chen turned his head sideways, shrugged his shoulders and gave him a wink: "I'm excited when I think of grandpa and aunt."

"Have a blast and go!" Li Fan clicked his tongue.

After the winter vacation, An He stayed in the house almost every day, and the weather was getting colder and colder. He wanted to drive there when he was more than 200 meters away.

But he still had to go out. He scratched the grid on the calendar with his finger. If he didn't go to help his mother clean up the house, my mother could pass the New Year by guarding a fast food box in the kitchen.

An He brought a few shopping cards with him when he went out, planning to take his mother to the shopping malls and supermarkets. Sometimes he really worried that his mother would not leave after sitting like that every day until the end.

When we arrived at the downstairs of the house, the cars were all parked. An He turned around twice and only found a small parking space. It was a bit difficult to squeeze in because he needed to swipe the door card with a fly swatter.

At times like this, he would regret that he bought a Big Seven back then, and wanted to buy a small car, which would fit anywhere. He was usually the only one with such a big car, and the only passenger in his car for a year was Na Chen.

Thinking of Nachen, he recalled the way Nachen was leaning against the last wall of the classroom on the day of the parents' meeting. He tapped the steering wheel twice with his fingers, but he couldn't tell what it felt like.

When I walked to the door of the house, I still heard the familiar sound of mahjong. The only change was that there were two large black garbage bags at the door.

An He leaned over and bent down to have a look. They were all the lunch boxes that had been piled up in the kitchen, and some messy garbage.

An He was a little surprised, it seems that he cleaned up the house?

When he was about to take the key to open the door, the door opened and someone came out with a garbage bag.

It's a young girl, An He has never seen her before, and she was stunned holding the key. She couldn't go to the wrong floor after two months of absence, right?Or are mom's friends so young?

The girl was also stunned when she saw him, put down the trash bag a little embarrassedly, and stepped aside: "Are you Aunt Peng's son?"

"Well, hello." An He responded and walked into the living room. There were people in the room, and the smell of smoke in the air was mixed with the strange smell of not opening the windows for a long time.

My mother was playing cards while eating melon seeds, and when she saw him enter the door, she shouted: "Oh, we were talking about you, and you came back!"

The people in this room, An He, couldn't tell who was who. Anyway, some faces had been seen several times, and some faces had no impression at all. He nodded at these people, walked around to his mother, and whispered: " How do you let guests clean up the house?"

"Who?" My mother looked up at the girl, and said with a smile, "Hey, that's not a guest, that's my daughter-in-law, Zhao Yan, your Aunt Zhang's daughter, just came back from college and let me Grab it."

Zhao Yan?An He looked at the pretty girl standing by the door, and almost wanted to say that Aunt Zhang never listened to cross talk.

"If you don't go home, I'll clean up the house for me as a girl." Mom took a card and slapped it in the middle of the table, "Two barrels!"

"It's all right, and there's nothing to fix, it'll be done in a few minutes." Zhao Yan said with a smile, his voice was quite crisp.

"By the way, Yanyan, didn't you say that no one will help you when shopping, let your brother An He accompany you to buy it," said Aunt Zhang next to him, "An He, did you drive back?"

"Yes, ask An He to accompany her." Mom answered.

"No need," Zhao Yan shook his hand, "Brother just entered the door, don't run out."

"Hey, run and run, what's the matter, young man, young people can have a chat when they go shopping together," said a half-old man at the table who An He had met a few times but could not be named. "go Go."

Before An He could make a sound, everyone in the room said, go, go, go.

An He was very upset, he was either unwilling to go shopping with him, or he was annoyed by these people, but he still walked to the door and said to Zhao Yan: "Let's go, where are you going to shop?"

Zhao Yan followed him out the door, rubbing his hands together embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, brother, it's really unnecessary, my mother keeps urging me to buy new year's goods, so I just said that no one will help..."

"It's okay, I'll carry it for you." An He said.

There is a big supermarket a few streets away from home. Because it is surrounded by residential areas, it is quite lively before the festival, crowded with people, adults and children shouting and making noise.

When An He came out of the parking lot, he heard quite loud music, probably because there was an activity in the small square next to him.

"What... the street... the year..." Zhao Yan looked over there, reading the words on the red banner hanging on the small square.

"New Year's Art Performance," An He read to her, "Are you short-sighted?"

"Well," Zhao Yan grabbed the scarf and covered his mouth with a smile, and kept looking over there, "The bridge of the nose is too flat to hang with glasses, and the eyes are too small to fit in the invisible."

"Want to take a look?" An He pointed to the small square.

"Okay, I'm willing to join in the fun."

What kind of get-togethers on the street are performed, and the programs are basically arranged by the aunts. The square dance they usually dance on the stage is considered a program, occasionally interspersed with a group of children, and the occasional men who appear are old men.

The theatrical performances in the small square are also in this mode, the stage is quite decent, and there is an elder sister who is much younger than the aunt to announce the curtain.

An He and Zhao Yan squeezed to the side of the stage, there were few people here, but while seeing the stage, they could also see the messy backstage behind the background board.

The first few programs were very lively, the aunt yangko team, the aunt drum team, the children sang in chorus, and a few old fanciers came on stage and sang a section about outwitting Tiger Mountain.

The speaker was too close to them. An He made the eyeballs loose from the shock of this professional-looking speaker who was taller than a person. He was about to tell Zhao Yan whether he should go shopping first. The aunt who was dressed in hip-hop style suddenly stood up.

An aunt shouted loudly, our band is here!There was quite obvious complacency in his voice.

And the band?An He turned his head to look, and a pickup truck drove to the "backstage".

After the door opened, several people jumped out of the car.

After An He saw the first person who jumped down, he howled in his heart, no way!

Li Fan?Birdman?

He stared at the car door. Although the lights were dim when he and Na Chen went to Yege that day, he still recognized several people as members of the band.

When the last person got out of the car, An He saw the familiar long legs and leather boots, and whispered, "Damn."

That Chen's long black hair was blown up by the wind, and a few strands of long hair floated to his face, half of his face was covered by sunglasses, only his fiery red lips could be seen.

An He couldn't describe the feeling of seeing Na Chen when the street aunt performed.

The author has something to say: the next chapter continues on Wednesday.

I have something to say today that is super long-winded. If you don’t have any opinions on this article, don’t read it anymore. Just wait for the next chapter haha.

First of all, let me say rush, this thing is a mood aid, the main content is a muscle relaxant, which can relax the muscles, and you won’t feel pain when you enter it. In addition, it may feel a little soft and fluttering, and the duration is very short. , It disappeared in a few minutes, and there were side effects, but it was meaningless to mention this in the text, and I used it all.In short, many people use this thing, but it is still used with caution, and the main reason is that it does not have much aphrodisiac effect.

Then there is Teacher An, I think it is obvious that he is interested in Na Chen, and he is also sexually interested, so it’s a bit of a big deal to say whether he is strong or not, but it doesn’t matter, anyway, it’s all over and will be in two chapters.

Finally, let’s talk about Nachen, which is going to involve spoilers, but it’s not really a spoiler. I like to dig into details. I laid out a lot of details in the first eight chapters, just to explain Nachen’s background and mentality. Why should this happen? His women's clothing, his Martian language, his profession, his hot and cold emotions, and even his black and white rooms with completely different styles are all to emphasize his inner conflict. Here I am especially grateful to Yang Bao for her long comment. She summed up and analyzed it very thoroughly. I also spoiled a little bit by the way. That Chen is a person who can't express his emotions at all, and can't communicate freely with others. It is related to the environment, and I will expand on it later.

I am very long-winded today, forgive me, after all, this is the first time I try this style (this is an author who is classified as a second-hand article to stand up and resist), it is difficult to grasp, and the writing power is also limited , but no matter whether you like it or not, whether you like it or not, whether you like it or not, I will write it carefully according to my previous settings. Thank you for the friends who are willing to grow up with me.