Dude, your wig fell off

An He stood on the balcony and watched Na Chen walking quickly downstairs, disappeared at the end of the road, turned around and went back to the house, closed the curtains, sat on the sofa, and stared at the TV in a daze.

My heart is a little empty, and now I shout to him in my heart, and I think I can hear the echo.

He didn't know what was going on, apart from his worries about Nachen, there was still lingering exhaustion that couldn't be relieved.

He lit a cigarette, An He, what are you doing?

After a full circle, everything seems to be back to the original point.

His life was messed up by that Chen, he followed that Chen madly, followed that Chen to laugh, and experienced the long-lost madness and presumptuousness, the kind of joy that originated in his past life that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

That's right, this is obviously the life he wanted to get rid of, nightclubs, video game centers, the strange lights in the night, the confusion and indifference of not seeing the way ahead.

He looked at the small bright spot of the cigarette butt, he tried hard to control his emotions, but because of that moment, his emotions became more and more unstable, inexplicably irritable, inexplicably unable to step on the nothingness of the ground.

He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Everything didn't go according to his original idea.

He wanted to stay away from that Chen, but he continued to be with him. He felt that it was impossible for him to have any possibility with this person, but he still agreed to try with him.

Anhe, what are you doing?

He doesn't know what kind of feelings he has for Na Chen, he likes it, but he has anxiety, exhaustion, and confusion, and the feeling of wanting to get closer and wanting to retreat makes him very entangled, and that Chen leaves him with no time and energy at all. Come and judge carefully.

As for what kind of feelings that Chen has for him, he was not sure before, and he is still not sure now.

At that time, Chen needed patience, affirmation, a sense of presence, a hug, and tolerance. He wasn't sure if he could give it, but what he was sure of was... the fall of a peaceful life made him a little overwhelmed.

The cigarette was stuck in his hand without smoking, slowly burning his fingers, An He was burned, his hands trembled, and long ash fell on the sofa.

He pinched out the cigarette and filmed for a long time.

The phone rang suddenly, and An He was taken aback for a moment before taking a look at the phone, it was his mother.

He sighed softly, picked up the phone: "Mom."

"The old stuff is going to die." The voice of my mother smoking a cigarette came out.

"Which old thing?" An He frowned. There were four old things in my mother's mouth. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, and grandpa were all old things. If you spread out, there were other aunts, uncles, grandmas, etc., all of which were old things.

"Your grandpa!" Mom couldn't tell if she was anxious or irritable, her voice was quite loud, "Come here now and take me to the hospital."

"Which hospital." An He stood up. Because of his mother, he was not close to his relatives at home, but he still felt uncomfortable when he heard the words that his grandfather was dying.

"The First Affiliated Hospital." My mother said.

"I went to pick you up, didn't I go too far? Go straight..."

"I don't want to walk! The kung fu car is here for you to say that!"

An He bit his lip and hung up the phone, went into the room, changed his clothes and ran out the door.

Not long after that Chen returned home, the phone rang, and Lei Bo's name flashed on the screen.

He held the phone and pinched it so hard that his fingertips turned white.

"Brother Lei." When the phone rang for the second time, he pressed the answer button.

"Where is it?" Rebo asked.

"Home."

"I'll arrive by car in 10 minutes. Come out, go climbing, and have lunch at the farmhouse by the way."

Lei Bo likes to climb mountains. When he is in a good mood, he will invite a few people to climb mountains with him. He has climbed the mountains in the suburbs, no, many times.

"No." Nachen took off his coat and sat down on the stairs.

"Can you have any other words for me?" Lei Bo didn't get angry like he usually did when he refused, and his tone was very calm. "Come out in 10 minutes."

Nachen hung up the phone and sat still leaning against the railing of the stairs.

Anger, helplessness, despair, all kinds of suffocating feelings slowly permeated his body.

Like being thrown into the icy river by his mother, he kept struggling to go up, but was dragged down by the cold little by little.

No one can help him.

When Leibo's call came in again, he cut off the phone, stood up and put on his coat, and checked the time, it was five past eleven.

When he went out, Leibo's car was parked on the side of the road at the gate of the community.

The passenger window was lowered, and Ge Jian glanced at him.

Na Chen opened the back door and got into the car, sat in the back seat silently.

He didn't know why Ge Jian reminded him, and he didn't know what Lei Bo would do.

"Didn't go out?" Lei Bo asked casually, looking at him in the rearview mirror.

"No." Na Chen shrank his legs, put his feet on the back seat and rolled himself up to look out the car window.

"How about having fish for lunch?" Lei Bo turned the car around and drove to the suburbs.

"It's not good." Na Chen's voice was very cold.

"Forget that you don't like fish," Lei Bo smiled, "how about orchard chicken?"

That Chen did not speak.

"Tell me, how many years has he been like this?" Lei Bo turned to look at Ge Jian, "How did I endure it?"

"You don't always care about children. His personality is like this." Ge Jian smiled and changed the subject. "Let me call the family on the mountain first and let them prepare first."

"If you want to change to someone else, how far can I go to beat me up? Why the hell can I tolerate him so much?" Lei Bo's topic was not diverted by Ge Jian.

"Brother Lei," Ge Jian still smiled, "You have always done things properly, you know what to beat and how to endure, then you know Chen's temperament better than anyone else, how can you be serious with him..."

"Ge Jian," Lei Bo sneered, "Why do I feel that something is wrong with you recently?"

The smile on Ge Jian's face was a bit stiff: "Brother Lei, don't tease me, I don't dare to be wrong in front of you."

"Your flattering is not as comfortable as it used to be recently." Lei Bo glanced at the rearview mirror.

"I'll improve my business level again." Ge Jian said with a smile.

Lei Bo wanted to say something else, but Na Chen leaned on the back seat and said, "I want to eat glutinous rice cakes."

"Is there?" Lei Bo asked Ge Jian.

"Yes, I'll call." Ge Jian took out his mobile phone and called the farmhouse on the mountain to ask them to prepare dishes.

Climbing a mountain is no fun, especially climbing a mountain like it is now.

Na Chen silently followed behind Lei Bo, swaying step by step along the winding road to the top of the mountain.

Today's sunshine is very good, and there is fluffy warmth on the body, but this kind of warmth is only wrapped around the body, and Chen's hands are still cold in his pockets.

Lei Bo was in high spirits, and it was already one o'clock at noon when he reached the top of the mountain, but he didn't intend to go down to eat immediately. He just asked Ge Jian to go down to prepare first, and then took Na Chen around the top of the mountain slowly.

"Are you bothered?" Lei Bo looked at the various tall buildings shining in the sun in the distance.

"Hmm." Na Chen responded.

"Because of me?" Lei Bo turned his face and stared at him.

Na Chen raised his eyes and looked at him: "Yes."

Lei Bo laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm annoying too."

"Oh," Nachen touched his pocket, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Lei Bo took out a cigarette and threw it to him. He took one and lit it, squatting down and smoking silently.

"Are you afraid?" Lei Bo also squatted down.

"Scared." Na Chen looked at the smoke in front of him, his voice was a little hoarse.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I'll be like this for the rest of my life," Na Chen hooked the corners of his lips, "I'm very scared."

Lei Bo laughed, loudly, and stopped slowly after a long time, grabbing Na Chen's arm: "I'm afraid too."

Na Chen drew back his arms and stood up, turned around and wanted to go down the mountain, but Lei Bo kicked him on the crook of his leg, and he fell forward and knelt on the ground, with his hands on the ground.

"I'm afraid too," Lei Bo knelt down beside him, grabbing his hair and pulling it back, "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch you soon."

"Brother Lei," Na Chen didn't struggle, "thank you for helping me."

"You want me to answer that you're welcome?" Lei Bo didn't let go.

"Throw me back." Na Chen said.

"What?" Lei Bo was taken aback.

"Throw me back into the water, have I ever said..." Na Chen said with a smile, "I really hope you didn't come that day."

Rebo let go.

Na Chen didn't move, still kneeling on the ground: "Actually, you don't know what I want."

"No one wants to stay by your side except me," Lei Bo walked down the mountain, "Do you believe it?"

"If you dare to touch An He, I will kill you," Na Chen slowly stood up, "Do you believe it?"

For several days, An He had no news from Na Chen, no phone calls, and no text messages. An He called twice, but Na Chen didn't answer.

He didn't know what kind of madness Chen had gone in that day, he didn't have the energy to investigate further, he was so busy these days.

Grandpa was hospitalized with cholangiocarcinoma. Because he was too old, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive the operation. The hospital suggested conservative treatment, but time was running out.

The relationship between mother and grandpa has never been very good, and they quarreled when they met. This time, grandpa was hospitalized. An He didn't know what his mother thought, and refused to go to the hospital to take care of him. He still stayed at home every day, and the frequency of playing mahjong was reduced. The whole time was in a daze, which made An He not know whether to be happy or depressed.

The two aunts and uncles were very dissatisfied with their mother, and they came to quarrel once. An He had to go to the hospital to accompany his grandfather for two hours every day after work. The second aunt was responsible for taking care of his grandfather in the afternoon. , Second Aunt's face was very ugly.

Grandpa didn't talk much, but the most common thing he said to An He was that your mother ruined her own life, walking dead.

An He could only remain silent.

When he came out of the hospital, he sat in the car and didn't want to move.

After sitting for almost half an hour, he finally pulled himself together and started the car. Just when he was about to drive the car out, the mobile phone thrown on the passenger side rang.

When I picked it up, I saw Nachen's name unexpectedly.

"Big Seven?" He picked up the phone.

"What's wrong with you?" Na Chen asked, "Why is your voice hoarse?"

"Are you dumb?" An He cleared his throat, "No."

"The voice is different from usual," Na Chen clicked his tongue softly, "too tired from work?"

"It's okay." An He turned off the fire and leaned on the back of the chair. Originally, he wanted to ask Na Chen what was going on these days, but he still didn't speak in the end.

"What happened?" Na Chen asked.

An He hesitated for a long time, and said softly: "My grandpa is hospitalized, time is running out."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Na Chen's voice also softened.

"I don't know," An He thought for a while, then frowned, "I can't say, I'm not very close to him."

Not close to any relatives.

"Where are you?" Na Chen seemed to be walking, his voice trembling.

"Hospital, what are you doing?" An He sat up straight.

"Which hospital? I'll go there," the sound of the car door closing came from Na Chen's side, "wait for me."

"No, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired..."

"Which hospital? I'll take a taxi, tell me quickly."

"First Affiliated Court." An He didn't insist.

When Chen knocked on the car window, An He was startled, and opened the car door in a daze, not knowing when he fell asleep.

"Come on, Brother Daqi give me a hug." Na Chen leaned half his body into the car and hugged him.

That Chen's hug made An He's heart tremble slightly.

That's it, Nachen's hugs are always serious and firm, able to squeeze out all the empty places in the body at once.

"Accidentally fell asleep." An He buried his face on his shoulder.

"Let me drive. Are you going home or where are you going?" Na Chen asked in a low voice.

"Go back to sleep." An He smiled.

"it is good."

At that time, the car was driving very steadily, and An He became a little dazed again within a few minutes of leaning on the co-pilot, but couldn't fall asleep.

"How long has your grandfather been in the hospital?" Na Chen took a disc and put it in the CD player.

"It's been two months, and no one has told us. This time I called my mother because it was going to die." An He sighed, "I was hospitalized once before, and my mother didn't know."

"Why?" Nachen asked.

"what why."

"Why didn't I tell you?"

"My mother has been living like a lonely family for more than 20 years. She doesn't move around any relatives, and neither does her own parents." An He put the chair back, and lay half-lying on her arms.

After saying this sentence, he took a look at Na Chen, and Na Chen's family seemed to be similar, he was afraid that what he said would make Na Chen uncomfortable.

But Nachen looked ahead with no expression on his face.

Nachen drove the car downstairs, hesitated after getting out of the car: "Then I'm leaving, you should go to bed early."

"Da Qi," An He called to stop him, "Go upstairs and make me something to eat before leaving."

"You didn't eat?" Na Chen frowned.

"I didn't take care of it. My second aunt stayed in the hospital in the afternoon and said that I had to go back to cook at seven o'clock. I had to be there on time. I didn't have time to eat." An He went into the corridor and pressed the elevator.

"Then why don't you eat every day?" Na Chen clicked his tongue several times, "You'll lose weight, and you'll lose your strength. Then you want to collect the bill, and it's embarrassing to be so weak..."

An He made him laugh: "Fart, you, Uncle An, can cry at you casually."

Na Chen didn't speak, just smiled and hugged his shoulder from behind.

"There is monitoring." An He reminded him.

"Hi." Nachen let go of his arms, and made a V to the camera on the top.

Nachen's ability is to use instant noodles to make all kinds of noodles that are not instant noodles.

Sometimes it’s braised noodles, sometimes it’s mixed noodles, and today it’s fried noodles.

"There are not enough raw materials, so let's make do with it. You only have a few yellowed green onions and bacon in your refrigerator. Fortunately, my level..." Na Chen put a plate of fried noodles in front of him, "Why don't you praise me first, you boast I'll praise you when it's over."

An He bowed his head, took a bite, and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, my level is so inhumane." Na Chen smiled contentedly, and lay down on the table to watch him eat.

An He didn't feel hungry at first, but when he took two mouthfuls of noodles, his stomach cried out "God! Something has come in hahahaha". He buried himself in the whole meal, and when he finished eating, he was sweating a little when he threw down his chopsticks. .

Because there was only one dish, Nachen felt that washing one dish was not enough to improve An He's dishwashing skills, so he took it and washed it himself.

An He sat leaning against the dining table, feeling a little angry when he was full.

"What are you doing these days, and there's no news." He recovered a little, and he asked what he wanted to ask before.

"I have something to do at school, and I'm also very busy. I don't want to answer the phone when I'm busy." Na Chen put the plate away and began to slowly arrange the seasoning bottles on the table.

Na Chen didn't tell the truth, An He originally thought that he was probably the same as before, and stopped answering the phone every now and then, but Na Chen's calm answer made him think that was not the case.

"You..." He stood up and wanted to sit on the sofa when the phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, and before he answered it, a woman's voice rushed out: "Hi, is this Teacher An's call?"

"Yes, you are?" An He sat on the sofa, probably the parent of the student.

Before her butt found a suitable place on the sofa, the woman suddenly raised her voice: "Let me tell you, my daughter is fine, don't mess around!"

An He was stunned: "Your daughter..."

"Li Xiaojia, I'm Li Xiaojia's mother," the woman said in a very bad tone, sounding a little annoyed, "My daughter is fine and not crazy! What are you doing at school!"

An He remembered Li Xiaojia, a student in the class next door, a very introverted little girl. When the class teacher brought him to find him, the little girl had been suffering from insomnia for half a month, and she was very haggard. An He spent a lot of time Only then did Jin let her speak, and it was probably because of conflicts among classmates.

This is not a big deal, but for a child like Li Xiaojia who is extremely sensitive and introverted, and whose parents have not been around for a long time, it will become more and more serious if he cannot resolve it.

"It's like this..." An He slowed down his tone, wanting to explain to Li Xiaojia's mother that some parents are open-minded, while some parents directly think that receiving psychological counseling is mental illness.

But the other party did not give him a chance to speak, and said in succession: "I know my daughter, she is just a little timid, there is no other problem! I am a mother who knows better than you, stop messing around, the head teacher still called Let the parents cooperate, why cooperate? I give her the best food and clothing, why should I cooperate! I think you are sick!"

After saying this, the other party hung up the phone, and An He was silent for a long time before putting the phone aside.

Li Xiaojia probably won't come to him again. With the attitude of the parents, it is impossible for the head teacher and him to say anything to Li Xiaojia. He doesn't know what will happen to the little girl if she continues like this.

"What's wrong?" Na Chen sat beside him and rubbed against him.

"I was scolded by the parents of the students." An He smiled helplessly.

"It's so miserable," Na Chen patted his head, "Parents like my parents are the best, they never cause trouble for the teacher."

An He smiled, and when he wanted to change the subject, the phone rang again.

"Haven't you scolded enough?" Na Chen leaned over to look on the phone, "It's your mother's call."

"Mom?" An He glanced at the time and answered the phone. It was just after ten o'clock. Normally, at this time, my mother should be playing mahjong.

"If I'm about to die in the future, don't worry about me." My mother started.

An He was stunned, frowned and asked, "What?"

"I want a divorce," my mother said again, "I suddenly figured it out, and I had an epiphany."

The phone in An He's hand almost fell to the ground, and he stood up abruptly: "What did you say?"

"I want a divorce, divorce An Zhifei." Mom said.

An He put his hand on the table, divorce?