Dude, your wig fell off

That Chen sat in Dr. Chen's office, listening to Dr. Chen's speech without saying a word.

My mother has been unstable during this period, and the way she cuts her pulse is also very strange. The hospital does not have these tools, and the glass is specially made. My mother had to create conditions to commit suicide. She bit her own wrist.

But it was not serious, because the bite was inaccurate, and after two bites, it was discovered by the cleaning staff.

"She wants to see you very much and keeps talking, but I don't think her current mental state is suitable for meeting guests." Dr. Chen looked at Na Chen, "I can only ask you to talk about her situation and talk about the next stage. For the treatment plan, we can only find the right time to meet."

"En." Na Chen responded, looking at the book on Dr. Chen's desk.

Dr. Chen spoke very slowly, explaining the treatment plan to him in words he could understand, and he nodded from time to time without asking any questions.

For as long as he could remember, his mother had been unhappy, he had hardly ever seen her laugh, and he had tried hard to make her happy, but never seemed to succeed.

He wasn't surprised that he wanted to commit suicide this time. She said many years ago that there was no point in living like this.

Yes, it's boring, Nachen leaned on the back of the chair, her eyes drifted out of the window, such a beautiful, gentle, and full of fantasy woman, facing her own illness, what's the point of living.

"I suggest not to tell her about your father..." Dr. Chen still said calmly, "With her current situation, this matter is meaningless."

"Okay." Nachen nodded.

Thinking of this person, Na Chen only felt suffocated for a while, and frowned subconsciously.

Although he never thought about it, when he mentioned it, he still felt a sudden palpitation as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Dead, already dead.

his dad.

Before he had time to roar, and before he had time to prove... that person was already dead.

Nachen felt empty for a while, and everything around him faded away.

When Na Chen walked out of the gate of the Fifth Courtyard, An He had just dozed off in the car for an hour, and looked at Na Chen walking over in a daze, feeling that Na Chen with pale face and empty eyes was like a person turning over while letting the wind blow. The patients who escaped from the courtyard wall of the fifth hospital.

"How is it?" An He didn't rush to drive, he handed over the cigarette and asked, "Your face is too ugly."

"Really?" Na Chen put down the sunshade, looked in the mirror, took the cigarette and drank it, "It's okay, just my mother bit herself twice, but she didn't bite to death."

"I'll take you home." An He started the car, and suddenly regretted asking such a sentence.

"Yeah." Na Chen looked very tired, and when he got in the car, he leaned against the back of the seat and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until An He drove the car to his neighborhood that Na Chen opened his eyes and looked out the window: "Are you there?"

"Here we are." An He nodded.

"So fast." Na Chen said without thinking.

"Shall I take you in?" An He asked.

"No need," Na Chen smiled, opened the car door and jumped down, stood there for two seconds, then turned around, "I have a hunch."

"What?" An He looked at him.

"Forget it's nothing, thank you today..." Na Chen quickly closed the car door, and the rest of the sentence that was left behind was blocked outside the car.

Na Chen's voice was very low, and he spoke vaguely. An He only heard the word "Another day". He didn't hear clearly what happened to another day, but he didn't ask, and he and Na Chen looked at each other for a few seconds through the glass. Then he turned the car around.

That Chen didn't have the courage to say this, or maybe he didn't intend for anyone to hear him clearly.

As for why this happened, An He had no intention of figuring it out.

I have a hunch.

You will not contact me again.

I'll look for you another day, will you still come out?

Not anymore.

At that time, you will never allow anyone to get close to you!

This voice kept circling around Na Chen's ears. The voice of this man who always coldly refused to get close to him was his nightmare since he was a child.

His father, a man who couldn't even arouse interest in looking at him, what made him more unbearable than indifferent words was the eternal back.

Na Chen kicked hard on the trash can on the side of the road in the community, the trash can made a loud noise, a camera next to it moved, he turned his head and pointed his middle finger at the camera.

That Chen bought some flour at the supermarket in the neighborhood and took it home.

I wanted to make something to eat when I entered the door, but I was a little tired. Dr. Chen's words, my mother's condition, and my father's death would not go away like a shadow.

There is also An He's calm alienation.

worn out.

Na Chen threw herself on the bed and lay down on her stomach, staring blankly for a while.

The rabbit that An He gave him was placed next to the pillow. He stared at it. There was a hair on the ear of the rabbit. He pinched it and it was shorter than his own hair. It should belong to An He. He stuffed the hair into the pillow Down below, eyes closed.

This sleep, that Chen didn't wake up until almost noon the next day. After lazily taking a shower and changing clothes, he walked into the kitchen.

His favorite place to stay is probably the kitchen. The space is small, there is a fire, there are pots and pans, which makes people feel at ease.

He washed his hands, kneaded the dough for more than two hours, baked the buns, dragged a chair and sat next to the oven, and it felt great to wait for the bread to come out.

When the smell of bread wafted from the oven, Na Chen closed his eyes and leaned over to take a deep breath.

Just as he was leaning back on the chair, the phone rang. He quickly took out the phone from his pocket and threw it from the kitchen onto the living room carpet.

The phone rang persistently, and it was quiet after four or five times.

When Nachen stood up and was about to take out the bread and brush it with honey, the phone rang again.

He pressed the oven door and was stunned for a long time before slowly turning around and walking into the living room, picking up the phone and answering: "Happy Chinese New Year, Brother Lei."

"How many times have I said don't fucking answer my phone!" Lei Ge's voice was full of anger, and he added after a pause, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

"I'll read your text message." Na Chen said, went back to the kitchen with the phone between his hands, took out the bread from the oven, and slowly brushed it with honey.

"I don't have that time, and I don't understand." Lei Ge said angrily.

"What's the matter?" After brushing the honey, Na Chen pinched some sesame seeds and sprinkled it on.

"Come here, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. It's been a long time since we met and chatted." Lei Ge's tone slowed down a little.

"No." Na Chen replied simply.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, come before four o'clock, or I'll find two people to go over and pick you up!" Lei Ge hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Na Chen finished eating the bun slowly, changed his clothes and went out.

Lei Ge's name is Lei Bo, and Chen has known him for five or six years. He is almost forty, unmarried and has no fixed partner. He opened a very pretentious gallery on the corner of the pedestrian street. There are about two times a month. Stay in the store for three days and look at the street view.

That Chen stopped the car at the entrance of the coffee shop, the waiter ran out, saw him, smiled and said, "May I help you park the car on the side?"

"No, let's go right away." Na Chen got out of the car and walked into the shop.

"Are you trying to annoy him?" the waiter whispered behind him.

"Hmm." Na Chen responded.

When Na Chen opened the door and walked into Lei Bo's office, Lei Bo was on the phone. When he heard the door ring, he turned his head. When he saw Na Chen, his eyes widened, and then the muscles on his face twitched. Throwing it on the table, pointing at Na Chen: "What the hell do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Na Chen picked up a lock of wig with his fingers and slowly twirled it, and brought it close to Lei Bo's eyes, "I said I don't want to come out."

"If you don't want to come out, don't come out! You pretend to be like this and fuck you! Don't you know that I annoy you the most!" Lei Bo took a cigarette and lit it, and sprayed it on his face, "Don't always look for Are you unhappy?"

"No need to look for it," Na Chen fanned the smoke in front of his eyes with his hand, "I'm not happy in the first place, and I just want others to be as unhappy as me, so if you pull one, it's another."

"That Chen," Lei Bo pointed at him with a cigarette in his hand, "you are lucky that I didn't find someone to throw you into the river with your eccentric look, do you know that?"

"I want to throw it away and wait for you to throw it at any time," Na Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, leaned against Leibo's desk, and tapped a series of rhythms on the table with his fingers, "Am I leaving?"

Lei Bo stared at him for a long time, then swept the ashtray on the table to the floor with a wave of his hand, and shouted: "Get lost!"

Na Chen smiled and blew him a kiss, kicked away the ashtray that had been broken in half, and opened the office door.

"Come back!" Leibo roared again.

Na Chen turned back to the desk, Lei Bo took out a red envelope from the drawer and threw it in front of him: "New Year's money."

"Thank you." Nachen took the red envelope and put it in his pocket, turned around and walked out.

Lei Bo would give him a red envelope every Chinese New Year. Nachen liked this feeling, the feeling of receiving the lucky money, the surprise feeling of getting the lucky money out of the red envelope.

Dad used to give New Year's money, so he didn't need to kowtow to pay New Year's greetings, and gave him a thick stack of banknotes as if he had completed a task, without even saying a word.

That Chen didn't care about money, he just wanted to be able to kowtow to his parents for New Year's greetings like other brothers and sisters, and then receive the red envelopes and blessings from his parents, but he never realized it once.

He put his hands in his jacket pocket, grabbed Lei Bo's red envelope and stepped into the car, thought for a long time on the side of the road, and drove the car along the road without a destination.

People in the band have to celebrate the New Year, so they don't have time to rehearse, and they don't rely on it to make money, and the performances have to be performed when everyone is interested, so the holidays are very difficult for Nachen.

He has no place to go, and nothing to do. Many times he drives around the city, driving along the road in circles, the second ring, the third ring, the fourth ring, the third ring, the second ring , three rings, four rings...

The phone rang, and a text message came in.

Nachen parked the car on the side of the road, and the text message was sent by Li Fan.

My wife has gone back to her natal home, come over to play.

Nachen thought about it and drove to Li Fan's house.

Li Fan and his daughter-in-law are not yet married, and they go back to their respective homes during the Chinese New Year. Li Fan's family is not in the local area. If he doesn't go home during the Chinese New Year, his parents will come to play and treat it as a trip.

That Chen rang the doorbell of Li Fan's house, and the door opened. Li Fan's mother poked her head out from behind the door, and laughed when she saw him: "Xiao Chen is very beautiful today."

"Happy New Year, Auntie." Na Chen smiled.

"Happy Chinese New Year," Li Fan's mother pulled him into the house, "Li Fan is playing games in the house."

"Happy New Year, Uncle." Na Chen greeted Li Fan's father who was watching the rerun of the Spring Festival Gala in the room.

Li Fan's father smiled and handed over a red envelope. He didn't refuse, and put it in his pocket, feeling very satisfied.

Li Fan was playing games in the room and doing Spring Festival missions. When Chen entered the room, he turned off the game and turned around the chair.

Seeing Na Chen's attire, he was amused for a long time: "Let's talk about it, who will be the one who will be in trouble for the New Year's Eve?"

"Can't you be happy?" Nachen sat on the edge of the bed, "Where's the smoke?"

Li Fan threw the cigarette to him: "Your eyes are bloodshot, didn't you sleep last night?"

"Sleeping." Nachen lit a cigarette and went to stand on the balcony.

"With whom?" Li Fan slid the chair to the balcony with his feet and asked.

Na Chen glanced at him with a cigarette in his mouth, then looked downstairs, and answered after a while: "An He."

"Fuck, where did you take it? The parking lot or the wine..."

"my home."

"Your house?" Li Fan raised his head, with inexplicable surprise on his face, "Take your house overnight?"

"Well," Na Chen straightened his wig facing the glass of the balcony, "Are you jealous?"

"I rely on me to be jealous, okay? I didn't even spend the night at your house even after I burped, so why should he!" Li Fan exaggeratedly shouted, kicking Na Chen's ass.

"Then you come and let me do it tonight." Na Chen said.

"Your uncle." Li Fan cursed.

Na Chen suddenly laughed, Li Fan was stunned and laughed along with him, the two of them chattered on the balcony for several minutes, until tears came out of their laughter before they stopped.

"Hey..." Li Fan sighed and gasped for a long time, "What are you laughing at?"

"I don't know." Nachen sat on the armrest of the chair and stepped on the balcony railing.

Li Fan gasped for a while, and suddenly called him, "That Chen."

"Ah."

"You like that Teacher An."

"Well, is there anything strange?" Nachen took a drag on his cigarette, and closed his eyes in the smoke.

"I mean, do you really like it? It's not about the casual ones in the past." Li Fan asked seriously.

"Who did I sleep with casually before?" Na Chen looked at him.

"Don't act stupid, you know what I'm talking about!" Li Fan shook his chair.

Na Chen thought about it seriously: "I don't know."

"Anyway, I know you have never brought anyone back to your house before, and you are not happy to go to the parking lot." Li Fan clicked his tongue.

"I really don't know. I don't care about him anyway." Na Chen's voice was a little heavy, but it was only for a moment. Returning to normal, "Go out for a while Brother Fan?"

"Actually, it's good that we don't have anything to say." Li Fan didn't answer his words, still very serious, frowning, "I always said that person is not the same as us, and besides, if you have a personality like this, you have to run away. .”

The smile on Nachen's face froze, and he didn't speak. Li Fan always spoke like this, and he was the only one who dared to speak like this casually in front of him.

"I really don't know." Na Chen's voice was very low.

"It's the same if you know it." Li Fan lit a cigarette, "It looks like playing, who would like it."

"Get out." Nachen smiled.

"Stay away from that person, even if you are playing, you may not be able to play with him," Li Fan looked at him seriously, "That An He looks very close, but it is actually the opposite, don't you think Well, no emotion can be seen on his face, this kind of person is deep."

Na Chen smiled and said nothing.

"Let's go, brother will take you to play two shots," Li Fan stood up, "It's just the two of us, come back for dinner at seven o'clock, and my mother will cook your meal."

"it is good."

There is a billiards room in the neighborhood next to Li Fan’s house. It’s not a big place, but the tables are all new. The two of them often come here to play billiards. It’s a good place to kill time.

However, as soon as I entered the billiards room today, the smell of alcohol came to my face. There were four people at the table next to the entrance wall. It seemed that they had drunk too much at noon. While playing ball, they chatted with a cigarette in their mouths. They both turned their heads and someone whistled.

Li Fan hesitated for a moment and wanted to turn back, but that Chen had already walked in, so he had to follow in. There was nowhere else to go during the Chinese New Year except here.

That Chen played billiards at about the same level as Li Fan, but today he was out of form and lost two games in a row.

"Can you concentrate?" Li Fan supported the table, "I don't have any fun playing with you like this."

Na Chen smiled and bent over to take a look. A few people over there were staring at him. When he hit a shot and pocketed it, the whistle rang again and some people applauded.

Li Fan turned his head and looked over there. All the people who came here on the first day of the new year were idlers. These few people were probably not only idle, but also looking for something to do.

He looked at Nachen again, and there was no movement at Nachen, and he was aiming with his stick in his hand. If it was normal, Li Fan would not be worried when he met such a person, but today was different, he still understood Nachen.

Nachen is really in a bad mood today.

"Hungry, go to the supermarket for something to eat?" Li Fan asked.

"It's over." Na Chen lightly blew on the hair in front of his eyes, pushed a shot, and the ball slowly rolled into the mouth of the pocket.

The whistling and strange laughter over there never stopped, and there were still people looking for trouble like this during the Chinese New Year. Li Fan was very annoyed when he heard it.

Na Chen didn't respond, and stood by the table to compare the angle with a pole.

But the shot was not scored, and several people over there laughed together like a booing, and someone said: "Do you want my brother to teach you?"

Li Fan turned his head and stared over there, and the speaker immediately stood up, crossing his arms provocatively.

"Go." Na Chen straightened up, put down the pole and walked towards the door.

Li Fan rushed to the cashier to check out. He knew that Na Chen would not simply leave. When he patted the money on the cashier, he saw Na Chen hooking his fingers at the buddy who was holding his arms. Then walked out the door.

The buddy was stunned for a while, but quickly followed out.

If you want to beat someone up, it's still a waste!

Li Fan cursed in his heart, and when he chased him out, he heard a scream. The man covered his face and fell to the ground, his mouth covered with blood from his nose.

Na Chen slowly withdrew his legs, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a wad of money, and threw it in front of the few people who rushed out, the red banknotes fluttered in the wind like it was raining.

Several people, including the one sitting on the ground, were stunned.

Li Fan didn't want to cause any trouble on the second day of the new year, so he took advantage of this meeting to pull Nachen's arm: "Hurry up, sir!"

It wasn't until the two of them got on that Chen's Bombardier that they came back to their senses and hesitated to chase after them. The money that Chen had thrown out and the car probably made them a little confused.

Na Chen slammed the accelerator, and the car rushed out.

An He slept very deeply, and didn't wake up until the afternoon. The whole person was sleepy, and his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

During the Chinese New Year, there are few relatives in his family who need to move around, which is a good opportunity to make up for sleepiness.My father has been missing all year round, and my mother has lived in seclusion all year round to practice the tenth level of Mashen, and there has been no contact between relatives for a long time.

While sitting on the bed in a daze, the phone rang, and he picked it up. It was Xu Jingyao calling, saying that in a few days, the classmates in the class would come over to pay him New Year's greetings together. He was a little worried, but he agreed .

After the phone call, he continued to be in a daze, but because Xu Jingyao was calling, he couldn't help thinking of that Chen when he was in a daze.

He sighed, and didn't deliberately control himself, allowing that Chen's shadow to dangle in front of his eyes for a long time before he stood up and walked into the living room.

He was hungry, but he had no appetite for a bunch of convenience foods, instead he thought of that pot of fruit tea from Nachen.

After hesitating for a while, he resolutely decided to go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients and cook a pot.

Just as he was going to change clothes, the phone rang again. Seeing that it was his mother who called, An He was a little surprised.

"Mom?" He picked up the phone.

"Do you know the killer!" Mom roared over there.

"What?" He froze.

"Killer! Killer! How much money will do!"

"I don't know," An He frowned, "Who did you kill for the Chinese New Year?"

"I'll kill whoever makes me feel uncomfortable during Chinese New Year!" My mother was very excited and kept shouting, "I'm going to kill An Zhifei!"

An Zhifei was his father's name, but An He almost didn't remember it for a moment, he pinched his brows: "What's wrong?"

"He didn't know that Xiaoji's wife came to the door! He forced the old lady to divorce! Damn! Divorce! Come back immediately!"

An He was still surprised while holding the phone, but his mother had already hung up the phone.

"Damn, what a fart this year is." An He threw down his cell phone to change his clothes depressedly, and the boredom in his heart made him want to vomit.