Dude, your wig fell off

After that Chen left, An He sat in the room for a long time, he didn't know whether he was in a daze or thinking about something.

In the kitchen, all kinds of seasonings bought that day are neatly placed on the shelves, as if the owner of this house is a person who loves life and is very organized.

He washed the thermos pot, boiled water, and planned to make rice stew in the thermos pot according to the method taught by Na Chen.

To be honest, he didn’t even watch people cook a few times. What my mother cooks most is fried rice. Occasionally, she cooks a pot of rice at noon and stir-fries a dish. Cook more rice and save it for fried rice at night.

Probably because of too little practice, my mother's meals were unpalatable, and any noodles cooked by Chen at that time could be killed instantly. An He hoped that she just wanted to eat "home-cooked meals" when she cooked.

There were vegetables bought by Na Chen in the refrigerator, such as bacon sausages, radishes and cabbage. An He held the door of the refrigerator and thought about the vegetables inside for several minutes, then took out potatoes, carrots, and a piece of bacon.

After washing the rice, he put it in the thermos. He didn't know how much water to put in. He estimated that half of the pot was filled with water, then cut the vegetables and meat into strange-shaped dices and strips and threw them in together. Put some light soy sauce MSG salt or something.

He had some doubts about cooking rice and vegetables with half a pot of boiling water. To be on the safe side, he found a towel to wrap the pot, took it to the bedroom, and stuffed it in the closet.

The two quilts on the bed were spread out in a mess, and Chen was also the one who didn't fold the quilts when he woke up in the morning. An He went over to tidy them up, pulled the quilts and shook them twice, and something fell on the bed.

It was a chain, An He picked it up and looked at it, the pendant looked like a small dark red stone, polished very smooth, but the material could not be seen, it was from that day, An He put the chain on the table, Take it to him when you are going to eat.

Less than an hour after the quilt was folded, he spread the quilt again, it was too boring to sleep.

This sleep lasted until after seven o'clock in the evening. When he got up, his head was heavy, and his whole body was a little weak. The room was very dark. When he got up and turned on the lights one by one, his feet were still a little fluttering.

He slept for too long. He often couldn’t wake up after falling asleep. The most serious time was that he slept for two days. When he got up, he rushed to the toilet and vomited into the toilet. Almost spit it out.

After the lights in the room were turned on, An He felt much more comfortable, washed his face and entered the bedroom.

According to the time provided by Nachen, the thermos pot in the closet should be almost ready, so he took out the pot that was tightly wrapped in a towel.

When the lid of the pot was opened, a burst of bacon aroma wafted out.

He was excited for a while, as if he kicked a rock while walking, looked down and picked up 100 yuan.

He took a large bowl and poured out all the steaming steaming rice in the pot. There was too much water, and the rice was a bit soft, but it still looked like that.

An He put a chopstick into his mouth, tasted it carefully, and found that the meal was unexpectedly delicious.

"Chef An, you are amazing." He laughed, put the bowl on the table, sat down at the table formally and began to eat, after eating a few chopsticks, he couldn't help but say, "You are amazing."

This rice is better than the instant rice he usually buys, mainly because the dishes can be put anywhere, so An He decided to go out and buy some chicken wings later.

When meeting with Lin Ruoxue and the others the next day, An He introduced the Dafa of stewing rice in a thermos pot to Lin Ruoxue, but he was despised.

"Handsome guy, you don't know this?" Lin Ruoxue tutted her tongue for a long time, "My mother used this to cook porridge when I was a child, pour boiling water into a thermos bottle, put a handful of rice, and it will be porridge in the morning, and you can also cook mung bean porridge and red beans Porridge or something..."

"Huh?" An He was taken aback.

"He doesn't know it's normal," Song Zhibin threw a cigarette to An He, "Didn't his mother not cook?"

"Ah, yes, your mother probably doesn't know." Lin Ruoxue smiled, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Say, who taught you?"

An He hesitated for a while, took a sip from the teacup, and said vaguely: "That Chen."

"That... kid?" Lin Ruoxue seemed a little surprised, "How old are you two?"

"It doesn't matter much." An He didn't tell Lin Ruoxue about the matter of that Chen in detail, but he mentioned it a few times before. Even if he faced Lin Ruoxue, he didn't know what to say, "That's it."

Lin Ruoxue saw that he didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask any more, and quickly changed the subject: "Hey, Liu Jiang, he called to remind him, and he was late for dinner with his daughter-in-law! He was forcing us to be his daughter-in-law. Don't show mercy!"

"I'm calling, don't tell me his girlfriend is three years older than him, I'm still waiting to learn how to hold gold bricks," Song Zhibin slapped the table and took out the phone, "It's like we don't care about us!"

An He followed the group of people for a while, and found that Lin Ruoxue was looking at him, so he made a mouth shape: "What are you doing?"

"Mr. An," Lin Ruoxue patted him on the shoulder with a smile, hooked his neck and lowered her voice, "Don't you think the days when you were positively positive and half-dead on the ground all these years are particularly scary."

"Get out." An He smiled at her too.

"I met Lao Mo's daughter yesterday, and said that he was discharged from the hospital and recovered well," Lin Ruoxue said, "Do you want to see him?"

"Go." An He nodded.

"Aren't you going with us?"

"I go by my own."

Lin Ruoxue smiled: "I knew you had to go alone."

Lao Mo is the class teacher of An He High School. For An He, this little old man was once a lamp with a warm yellow light in the days when he was most confused.

Before Anhe's high school entrance examination, his mother said that it is enough to go to a technical secondary school just like you are messing around all day. Come out to work early and don't let me keep you in vain. I don't owe you anything.

But he still insisted on filling in Pugao despite his mother's slap and nagging for a month, and all kinds of words that sounded worse than slapping. He is not stubborn, nor does he have much potential to work hard. His only The reason is fear.

He was afraid that after graduating from technical secondary school, he would be kicked out of the house by his mother and lose the last trace of connection between him and "home".

He lived in chaos throughout the first year of high school, smoking, fighting, skipping classes, squatting in front of other schools, and devoted himself to the video game business, until one day he had a fight with someone at the back door of the video game city, dangling with a cigarette When wandering through the alley, Lao Mo stopped him.

"I've been looking for you all night." Old Mo said.

"Why are you looking for me? Go for a walk when you're full. Don't bother me." An He rubbed him and wanted to move on.

"Just taking a walk," Lao Mo grabbed his arm, "shall we go together?"

"Claw!" An He looked at him, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you."

"The young man beat the old man?" Old Mo laughed and shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it quickly." An He twitched his arms, but Lao Mo held on tightly. The little old man has gray hair, but he is not weak.

"If you were such a person, you wouldn't let that person go after the fight just now." Lao Mo continued to say with a smile.

"Let me tell you," An He pointed at his face with a cigarette in his hand, "don't fucking analyze me, I don't like this."

But Lao Mo probably took it to death. He would not do anything to a little old man who only reached his shoulders. He just dragged him from the video game city to the moat. For almost an hour, Lao Mo didn't say a few words. Just holding on to his arm, An He couldn't walk in the end, and Lao Mo was still walking like flying.

"Lack of exercise," Lao Mo said, "You still fight with your physique, and you will be punished sooner or later."

"I'll fuck you, uncle." An He was very upset.

"I have a little understanding of your situation..."

"Side your uncle."

"Anhe, you are very smart..."

"I love you, sir."

"Parents have a great influence on everyone, but parents are parents, and you are you..."

"Shut up!" An He finally lost his temper and shook his arm violently.

Lao Mo was staggered by him, but he still finished the rest of the sentence: "Punishing yourself with other people's mistakes is the most stupid behavior."

An He didn't speak, Lao Mo pointed to his nose: "An He, you are an idiot."

That was the first time An He was pointed at his nose and called a fool, and it was also the first time that he didn't get angry or fight after being called a fool.

He stood by the moat so black that only Lao Mo's white hair could be seen, as if he had been acupunctured.

When the wind blew, Lao Mo's [-]% white hair was blown to spread his wings against the wind in the dark night in order to cover his bald head. An He said, "You are bald, Mr. Mo."

"I have been bald for many years. If you are willing to talk to me when you have something, maybe I can grow a few when I am happy." Lao Mo took out a cigarette case, took out one and handed it to him, "Talk to me ?”

An He couldn't remember how much of his changes were due to Lao Mo. He only knew that he would slowly tell Lao Mo about his family, his parents, his fear, his anger, his puzzled...

Now it seems that Lao Mo doesn't have much advanced skills, and he doesn't have much research on psychology. He only relies on patience and willingness to listen, and he will never easily deny a person's attitude.

After graduation, An He never went to see Lao Mo with his classmates. He was willing to go alone and chat with Lao Mo over the tea tray.

Lao Mo was hospitalized with gallstones last year, and no one was allowed to see him. Now he is finally discharged from the hospital. An He took out his mobile phone to check the date, planning to find him a weekend after school starts.

Lao Mo is very important to An He.

Because of Lao Mo, he was admitted to the Normal University.

Lao Mo said, never let your unhappiness affect the people around you, no one will always tolerate you.

That's what he did, though perhaps in a somewhat... not quite right way.

When Liu Jiang brought a girl into the box, a group of people raised their hands and applauded enthusiastically. The applause brought An He back from his memory, and he also applauded in a daze.

"My girlfriend, Lu Ye." Liu Jiang introduced the girl to everyone with a sunny face.

However, the name of Lu Ye made An He stunned. When he looked up, Lu Ye was also looking at him. Two seconds later, Lu Ye pointed at An He and smiled: "Teacher An?"

"Teacher Lu." An He stood up and nodded. Lu Ye is a teaching researcher at the teaching institute. An He is not familiar with her, but has only met her a few times.

"Know?" Song Zhibin was quite surprised.

Lu Ye smiled and sat down: "I went to participate in the evaluation of An He's public class last semester. The class was very good. Wasn't it the first prize in the district before?"

"Yo, I didn't see it!" Lin Ruoxue patted An He's shoulder.

An He smiled and didn't say much.

Lu Ye's appearance made him suddenly feel strongly uneasy, and he glanced at Liu Jiang.

Liu Jiang has been playing with him for so many years, and he immediately understood his eyes. He looked at the menu and smiled and said, "If I knew you two knew each other, I should have asked An He about you first."

"Come on," Lu Ye also laughed, "If I knew you were An He's friend, I would have to ask him about your situation anyway."

An He heaved a sigh of relief, Liu Jiang hadn't mentioned him to Lu Ye before, so he wouldn't talk about anything else about him.

The meal was quite enjoyable. Lu Ye has a very cheerful personality, and the key to being able to chat with everyone is to give Liu Jiang some face.

Lin Ruoxue raised her glass to Liu Jiang: "Your eyes are really good this time!"

After the meal, An He, the only one who didn't drink, sent a group of people home one by one, and then slowly took a long detour and drove back.

Every time after such a lively talk, he would feel a little empty.

Liu Jiang was very sweet, he drank the most in one night, voluntarily, several people in this group brought people with them, and all of them enjoyed it.

An He also followed the music, happy for his friends, and mourned for himself.

Anhe, what can you do?

When entering the community, the security guard leaned out half of his body, holding a plastic bag in his hand: "Teacher An, try it!"

"What?" An He took the bag.

"My wife made the sausages that my mother brought from home. They are much more delicious than those sold outside. Try them!" The security guard smiled happily.

"Thank you," An He opened it and took a look. It was very fragrant and bright in color, "I just learned to cook these two days."

"Just put one in when you cook the rice and steam it together. You can eat the rice when it's cooked. Just add some bibimbap sauce or something. That's how I eat it." The security guard was probably in a good mood because he mentioned his wife. Also more than usual.

An He used his mobile phone to record the several sausage making methods he taught, and then walked in the door with a fly swatter.

Even the little security guard can eat the sausage made by his wife.

Anhe, what can you do?

After dinner, Chen realized that the chain around his neck was gone.

"Did you pull it off for me?" He looked at Leibo.

"Fart," Lei Bo said angrily, "I'm just pulling my clothes, and I haven't been willing to use my strength."

"Then why is it gone?" Na Chen patted himself.

"What chain, I'll buy you the same one." Lei Bo still had half a glass of wine undone, and he couldn't eat anymore as he was patting clothes back and forth in the box.

"I can't buy the same one." Na Chen frowned, "The last time I went back to my mother's hometown, I found red stones in the river."

"Red stone?" Leibo didn't understand what was so strange about a red stone.

"Well, red stone," Na Chen scratched across the front of his neck with his hand, "it's the same color as venous blood."

Lei Bo just picked up the wine glass, put the glass back on the table after hearing this, and glanced at Na Chen.

"Brother Lei," Na Chen leaned into his ear with a smile and lowered his voice, "My blood is gone..."

"Just let me stop and finish a meal, okay?" Lei Bo picked up a piece of broccoli and chewed it slowly in his mouth, "What red stones, tell me, I'll ask someone to give it to you in the river in your mother's hometown tomorrow." Fish it!"

"No need," Na Chen waved his hand, sat back on the chair, and poured himself a bowl of soup, "It probably fell into someone else's house."

"The home of the person who answered the phone for you?" Lei Bo glanced at him.

"Well," Na Chen nodded, "Lend me your phone."

"New one?" Lei Bo finished his half glass of wine and handed over his mobile phone.

Na Chen didn't answer, and dialed An He's number. Although he didn't like to answer the phone, he remembered the number very clearly.

Over there, An He probably was playing with his mobile phone, so he quickly answered the phone: "Hello? Who is it?"

"That day."

"Did you change your number?"

"No, the phone is broken, use someone else's," Na Chen stood up and walked to the window to lean against, there was a lake outside the window, "You answered the phone so quickly."

"I was about to make a call, so I pressed it."

"Call me?"

"Don't you like answering the phone?" An He smiled.

Who was that call for?Na Chen suddenly wanted to ask, but he suppressed it anyway: "Did my chain fall into your house?"

"Well, is that the red stone? I also said that I will bring it to you tomorrow." An He said.

"Okay." After Na Chen finished speaking, An He didn't speak. He waited for a while and didn't know what to say, so he hung up the phone directly.

"I'm going to sing in a while, I have an appointment," Lei Bo lit a cigarette, "I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

"No." Na Chen replied simply.

"They're all people you've met, just sing and leave." Lei Bo threw the cigarette in front of him.

"I'm not going." Na Chen looked up at him, and threw the cigarette in front of him into the soup can.

"What's the meaning?".

"Means nothing."

"That Chen," Lei Bo stared at him behind the smoke, "did you take some wrong medicine recently? Don't think that I can tolerate you in everything..."

That Chen did not speak.

"Without me, what do you think you would be like now? Huh?" Lei Bo choked out his cigarette.