Dude, your wig fell off

"What did you say?" An He clenched his hands on the table, his voice was deep and trembling, "Divorce? Do you want a divorce?"

"Yes, I've thought a lot these days..." The lighter on my mother's side slapped, followed by the sound of her smoking deeply and then exhaling.

"Grandpa still has a lot of things to do, can you deal with one thing first and then another?" An He bit his lips, controlling his emotions.

"His affairs don't affect my divorce, I don't want to worry about it so much!" Mom's tone was not very good, she seemed a little irritable.

"Mom," An He stood up straight and said calmly, "I don't agree."

"Why? I didn't come here to ask you whether you agree or not!" Mom raised her voice, "It's none of your business if I get divorced! Don't worry about mine, and I won't care about yours either!"

An He was silent for two seconds, then roared suddenly, "Of course you don't care about my business! You never do!"

"You're sick, why are you shouting!" His mother screamed, "I'm getting a divorce, why are you so angry!"

"Because you owe me a family!" An He yelled at the phone and waved his hand violently. The phone flew out of his hand and hit the wall. The fragments bounced off the wall and fell to the ground .

Na Chen jumped up from the sofa.

He had never seen An He like this.

Normally, An He would not lose control so much even if he got angry. No matter how excited his emotions were, he could always control his emotions within a "degree".

But now An He has completely changed.

Angry, desperate, and helpless, he felt that he could almost see An He wrapped in these emotions and burned into a ball of fire.

"An He..." Na Chen stepped to An He's side in two steps and grabbed his arm.

"Don't touch me!" An He shook off his hand fiercely, his voice hoarse, "Don't touch me."

"I won't touch you, I won't touch you, I won't touch you..." Na Chen immediately took a step back, he didn't know what to do, what to say, or what to do.

An He stood in the middle of the living room with his back to him, his hands clenched tightly, panting heavily.

Except for the sound of the TV, there was no other sound around, An He didn't move, and Na Chen didn't dare to move, so he could only stare at him.

"Go back," An He finally said, "I want to be alone for a while."

Na Chen didn't speak, watching An He turn around and slowly walk into the bedroom, closing the door.

He walked over gently, pushed the door open, and then pressed against the door to listen. The bedroom was very quiet, and he couldn't hear what An He was doing.

Na Chen stood outside the door for a while, then slowly squatted down, lit a cigarette and drank it.

He could hear that the content of the phone call was probably that An He's mother wanted a divorce, but An He's reaction surprised Na Chen.

An He almost never mentioned his own affairs, his family, and in the past, he hardly said anything. Nachen didn't expect him to have such a fierce attitude.

He didn't know what it would be like for his parents to divorce, and the relationship between them was good until Dad died, although Mom didn't recognize her husband most of the time.

Maybe it's the fear of losing.

When you get divorced, your home is gone.

There was a slight sound inside the door, Na Chen leaned his head back slightly, and heard that it was the sound of clothes rubbing against the door, and An He was behind the door.

Na Chen turned around and leaned against the door, but was stunned when he wanted to raise his hand to try to knock on the door.

The suppressed weeping faintly coming from the door made him raise his hand and fail to knock again.

Anhe cried.

An He, who was always calm and kept his emotions and anger hidden in his heart, cried?

Na Chen put down his hand, leaned back against the door, and silently lit another cigarette.

At this time, besides sitting here and waiting quietly, he didn't know what other choice he had.

The phone in his pocket rang, and a text message came in.

He immediately turned off his phone, squinted his eyes and took two puffs on his cigarette.

The night is already deep.

That Chen still sat quietly outside the bedroom door, his buttocks and legs were numb, and his waist was also sore.

Half a pack of cigarettes had been smoked, and the room was a little smoggy. He wanted to stand up and open the window to ventilate the room, but he failed to stand up after two attempts, and his legs were so numb that he completely lost consciousness.

After the numbness passed, there were bursts of soreness.

"Hey..." Nachen sighed softly, gritted his teeth and rubbed his legs vigorously with his hands.

After rubbing it a few times, the door behind him suddenly opened.

At that time, Chen's whole body was weak, and the support behind him suddenly disappeared, and he fell directly backwards.

"Why are you sitting..." An He said a little surprised standing at the door, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was probably tight. Before he finished a sentence, the key changed four times. It's over, "here?"

That Chen was lying on the ground with numbness all over his body. An He paused for a while before finishing the last word, which still floated up. He felt distressed, but he still couldn't hold back his joy: "Your voice is down!" Is it?"

"It's been a long time ago," An He cleared his throat, "Who's throat is running three times before falling down."

"I'll pour you some water." Nachen sat up, trying to stand up while rubbing his legs.

"Take it easy," An He bent down and pressed his shoulder, "I'm fine."

An He poured himself a glass of water, stood next to the water dispenser and drank it all in one gulp, then poured another glass and handed it to Na Chen: "Drink some, after smoking all night, your throat will almost burn. "

"It's the same for you." Na Chen stood up, took a drink from the cup, and went into the bedroom to smell it. The smell of cigarettes in the bedroom was much stronger than that in the living room. "Your throat is burned."

"Go to bed." An He went into the bathroom.

When Chen followed in, he was burying his face in the sink.

"An He." Na Chen lightly touched his back.

"Huh?" An He raised his head and answered, his face was dripping with water, his face was exhausted, and his eyes were still a little red.

"Is it better?" Na Chen lowered his head, he couldn't comfort others, and he didn't even know if asking such a sentence was a bit redundant at this time.

"It's okay, really," An He patted his face, his hands were cold, "Thank you for being with me."

"I thought you would get angry when I didn't leave." Na Chen leaned against the wall and smiled.

"I know you won't leave," An He wiped his face with a towel, "wash up and sleep."

When Nachen walked into the bedroom, the smoke in the room was still gathering for the carnival, An He sat on the bed and leaned against it, spraying back and forth with a bottle of air freshener.

"Stop spraying, it's more choking than the smell of smoke." Na Chen slapped his nose, took the bottle and threw it aside, and jumped onto the bed.

"Well, go to sleep." An He said.

Na Chen got into the quilt and lay down, closed his eyes and waited for a while, and found that An He hadn't moved, still leaning against the head of the bed.

He touched An He's leg: "Are you sleeping?"

"Sleep." An He nodded, but still didn't move.

"You dozed off to sleep?"

An He smiled, turned off the bedside light, and sat in a daze for a long time before saying softly, "I can't sleep."

"Want to talk for a while? I'll talk with you." Na Chen turned sideways and supported his head with his hands.

"You know, students whose parents are divorced often come to talk to me," An He closed his eyes, his voice was low, as if he was about to fall asleep, "I have a lot of ways to solve them."

"Hmm." Na Chen responded.

"But when it comes to yourself, it's not so easy."

"Didn't everyone say that doctors can't cure their illnesses?"

"They haven't been together for a long time. My dad comes back every two or three years, and leaves after a fight." An He wanted to touch the cigarette case from the bedside table, but Na Chen held his hand, and he squeezed it. Nachen's arm, "I don't know what the two of them mean. They don't want to divorce, and they don't want to live. My mother has dedicated her life to revitalizing the Chinese mahjong industry. My father is probably... fighting for all kinds of women."

Na Chen didn't speak, and rubbed against him.

"When my father was not at home, my mother didn't pay much attention to me. She didn't care about food or clothing, as long as she didn't die..." Anhe paused. When he talked about these things, he didn't have much emotion. It has been numb for many years, "When my dad was at home, they fought each other and then they worked together to cut money for my husband and wife."

"Will you hit you together?" Na Chen sat up and leaned against the head of the bed side by side with An He.

"Well, but my dad seldom comes back. There are not many opportunities for this. I usually don't go home except to sleep." An He smiled with some difficulty, "I should run away from home or something."

"Why didn't you leave?" Na Chen turned to look at him, but couldn't see clearly, the curtains completely blocked the moonlight, and An He's face was only a blurred outline.

"Because I want to go home. Anyway, that's my home. Do you have a definition of home? Parents, children, warmth, caring..." An He raised his hand and scratched his head, "We two Pretty similar."

"Yeah." Na Chen closed his eyes and greeted him with his hand.

"I want a home like everyone else's. It doesn't need to be very good. A popular one will do." An He lowered his voice. "There really isn't one. An empty shell is fine. I just need to feel that my home is there."

Na Chen listened silently, An He stopped his hand on his head, and Na Chen sensitively heard the slight confusion of his breathing: "An..."

"Now she said she wanted a divorce," An He's hands trembled, "suddenly she said she wanted a divorce."

"An He," Na Chen put his arms around him, "Go to sleep."

"I said, even if it's an empty shell, they have to keep it for me," An He's voice trembled, "They owe me! I can do anything if anyone wants to get divorced!"

Na Chen felt An He's body trembling, the previous calm had been swept away, and he returned to the state when he finished answering the phone. If it makes people feel at ease, besides hugging An He tightly, he doesn't know what else he can do.

"I know my mentality is wrong," An He wanted to break away from Na Chen's arm, but Na Chen didn't let go, "It doesn't make any sense to hold such a so-called home that has long existed in name only, but I can't adjust it, I really can't adjust it Come……"

The longing for home made him want to manage a relationship well, and go all out to give his children a safe haven with warmth. After all of these were smashed with a slap, there was nothing left but an illusion The shelf home became the last bit of expectation that he was unwilling to let go.

But now my mother has an epiphany.

"She has an epiphany! What is the epiphany? She went to Tibet, and the people who didn't have an epiphany after going around the holy mountains and holy lakes sat at the mahjong table for a few days at home and then had an epiphany?" An He laughed, bowed his head and buried his face He couldn't stop laughing on his knees, and said in a hoarse voice while laughing, "This is an epiphany, I am so surprised that she can use such a profound word, I almost have an epiphany..."

"Why don't you cry," Na Chen said softly with his arms around him, "I'll cry with you."

"I just cried." An He said.

"It's useless for you to cry like that," Na Chen patted him, "The voice is too low, you have to cry loudly."

An He didn't speak, he knew what Na Chen meant, and crying loudly was a good way to vent, but for him, it was not an easy thing to do.

It has been a long time since he spoke, acted, and all his emotions were under control.

"Get some medicine for me," An He pointed to the drawer under the bedside table, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Na Chen got out of bed and turned on the bedside lamp, took out the medicine from the drawer and took a look: "An Ding?"

"Ah."

"Doesn't the hospital only prescribe this medicine for a few pills at a time? Why do you have so many?" Na Chen put a pill in his palm, "I'll give you ten pills at most if you go to a small junk pharmacy."

"I haven't finished eating after opening it a few times," An He glanced at him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh?" Na Chen put the medicine back in the drawer, ran into the living room and poured a glass of water, "It's nothing."

When Chen saw the medicine, his eyes and expression changed a little. An He took the medicine and lay down on the pillow. Maybe it was related to something about his mother, or it was directly related to himself...

"I'm exhausted," An He closed his eyes, "very tired..."

"Go to sleep." Nachen turned off the light and lay down next to him.

"Good night."

"Good night."

There was class early the next morning, and I got up with An He's biological clock, because An He had run out of ammunition and food, and the chef with such a high level couldn't come early, so he had to go downstairs to buy Two drawers of steamed dumplings.

"How do you go to school?" An He sat at the table eating dumplings, "I'll see you off."

"It's too detour, I'll just take a taxi." Na Chen sat opposite him, holding a dumpling in his hand and hadn't eaten it for a few minutes, An He's complexion was very bad, his paleness was tinged with grayness.

"What about the kneader, don't give it to me." An He hooked his fingers.

Na Chen quickly stuffed the dumpling into his mouth.

"Hurry up," An He stood up and put on his clothes, "I have a lot to do today."

Na Chen swallowed the dumpling in his mouth: "Do you want me to get you something to eat tonight?"

"No, I stayed in bed until nine o'clock at night." An He became restless when he thought of these things.

"Then I..." Nachen thought for a while before continuing, "Okay."

When Chen returned to school, he turned on his phone, and there was only the text message he didn't read yesterday in his phone.

Ge Jian sent only two words, please reply quickly.

He stared at these two words for a long time.

In the past few days, he stayed with Leibo almost all the time when he was not in class.

When not staying together, Lei Bo would definitely let Ge Jian follow him all the time, he didn't need to think about it, because Ge Jian had already reminded him to go home quickly.

Maybe Ge Jian wasn't the only one following him. He could hear what Lei Bo said to Ge Jian that day when he was climbing the mountain. Lei Bo might suspect that Ge Jian had a private connection with him.

So he ran to An He's house after eating half of the meal with Li Fan yesterday. Lei Bo must know, otherwise Ge Jian wouldn't text him again.

Na Chen lay down on the table, the helplessness and boredom in his heart made him a little out of breath.

The only thing that surprised him and disturbed him was that Leibo didn't text him or call him.

He didn't know what Leibo's attitude was now.

I don't know what to do.

He can't tell An He the truth, especially when An He is upset right now, he doesn't want to cause trouble for An He, and he is also afraid that Leibo will hurt An He, but he is also unwilling to talk to An He hypocritically because of this matter. He left.

Why?Why can't he be with An He?

But thinking so, the matter circled around and returned to the original point, repeatedly circulating in his mind, unable to stop, and unable to find the button to untie.

How to do!