Dude, your wig fell off

When An He saw the two men who were very close to each other in the photo, he already understood what was going on in his heart.

One of the men in the photo was him, but to his surprise, the other was not Na Chen.

It's Zhang Lin.

The first one shows Zhang Lin with his back to the camera, he is facing the camera, half of his face is blocked by Zhang Lin, but he can still be seen.

What makes his hands and feet feel cold is that the angle of the photo is very clever. Zhang Lin looks very close to him, almost ambiguously pasted together. Zhang Lin tilts his head slightly. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is in KISS .

The other picture shows Zhang Lin getting into a taxi, and he stands on the side of the road to watch him off.

In this photo, Zhang Lin is facing the front, and the faces of the two people are clear, which seems to be to prove that the people in the first photo are him and Zhang Lin.

"Mr. An, if I'm not mistaken, this is you and the students in your class?" Principal Jiang sat on a chair and looked at him.

"Yes." An He nodded, Zhang Lin is a thorn in the side, almost all the teachers and students in the school know him.

Captain Jiang coughed lightly: "Sit down, let's talk about this matter."

An He put down the photo, his legs were a little weak when he sat down, and he almost fell into the chair.

At this moment, he only had time to rejoice that the day he met Zhang Lin was not in Yege.

"School Jiang," An He pinched the center of his brows. He experienced shock, anger, confusion, panic, and all kinds of chaotic emotions at the same time in just a few minutes, so he didn't know what to say for a while, but the first The reaction is to pick Zhang Lin out first, "This has nothing to do with Zhang Lin, I just ran into him when I came out, and besides, the whole school knows that Zhang Lin chased Xu Jingyao."

"Is that so?" Captain Jiang took the photo and looked down, before asking for a long time, "Do you mind if I ask Zhang Lin?"

An He was silent. This matter has nothing to do with Zhang Lin. He really didn't want to drag the students into his troubles. After a while, he said: "To be honest, I don't mind, but if you feel the need to ask, I hope Can pay attention to the method, children at this stage are sensitive."

Captain Jiang looked up at him: "I understand."

"Chief Jiang, I'm in a bit of a mess right now, there's something wrong with the photos," An He frowned, "I need time to figure it out..."

Jiang Xiao didn't speak, and looked at the photo in silence.

An He didn't say anything else, his mind was buzzing, his whole body was befuddled, and he couldn't think.

What exactly is going on?Who did it?Why?

"Mr. An, the photo doesn't look like it has been edited, but the angle of the photo can't be seen clearly. It may be... or it may be just face to face." After a long time, Principal Jiang put down the photo and leaned back on the chair Damn, looking at him, "Emotionally, I believe your words. You have always been responsible to the students, and it's impossible to be with the students, but intellectually, I can only have doubts."

"I know." An He propped his forehead with his fingers, and suddenly felt sleepy, so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Before things get clear, I put the photo here," Jiang Xiao put the photo back in the envelope, "The school doesn't ask about the teacher's private life, nor about his sexuality. It's best if it's a misunderstanding, but if it's true If it involves students, this is a matter of professional ethics, and the school will never show mercy."

Coming out of the principal's office, An He went directly to the consultation room on the fifth floor without going back to the office.

After closing the door, he sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and drank it.

Sleepy.Still so sleepy that I struggled to open my eyes.

He took off his coat, his shirt was soaked, he lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes and forced himself to sort out the matter.

I met Zhang Lin on the day he and Na Chen danced wildly at SOS.

The person who took the photo is very smart. If it’s just Na Chen and his photo, it won’t have much impact on him. Schools generally don’t interfere with the teacher’s sexual orientation. This is a personal issue, but if it involves students , the problem becomes serious.

What An He couldn't figure out was that this person didn't send a photo of him and Na Chen. If you want to take a photo of them, it's too easy to take a photo of them, and you don't need to borrow a seat. The intimate photos of him and Nachen on the Internet are more illustrative.

This man didn't do it, why?

An He opened his eyes with some difficulty, sat up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it down.

He hasn't messed with anyone, and the only people who know his sexuality are a few friends.

That Chen?

An He frowned, looking at the cup in his hand.

There has been something wrong with Na Chen recently, but I have been worrying a lot during this period, and the pressure is so great that it can overwhelm a cow, so I don't have time to investigate it carefully.

If it was that day...

An He poured another glass of water and drank it, if it was Na Chen who caused some trouble...

This person knew Na Chen, and for some reason, this person didn't do the ugliest step.

caveat?

Threat?

An He put down the cup, his hands were numb from the cold.

If so, is there another step?

What's next?

"Fuck!" An He kicked the cabinet next to him hard.

An He didn't eat anything after three or four classes, and went back to the consulting room, closed the door and slept until a student knocked on the door in the second class in the afternoon.

I chatted with a boy for a long time. There is nothing wrong with this boy. He just needs someone to listen to him talk about his great invention. The miraculous device that can be used directly from the sink is recycled in the toilet, but the boy still reached out and shook his hand contentedly: "Boss An, thank you for your understanding."

"You're welcome, you can come to me again next time you need my understanding." An He smiled.

In the last class, An He went around the class as usual. Zhang Lin fell asleep on the table and fell asleep in the dark. The tablemate pushed him several times but failed to wake him up. An He couldn't help but say: " Let him sleep now."

After get off work, he went to buy a mobile phone. When he arrived at the hospital, the nurse was cleaning his grandfather, so he went to the corridor and dialed Na Chen's number.

After it rang for a long time, Nachen answered the phone with a hoarse voice: "Did you buy a mobile phone?"

"Well," An He leaned against the wall, "Are you sober?"

"Wake up, go back to the dormitory and sleep until now..." Na Chen's voice was still tired, "How do you know I'm drunk?"

"I called you yesterday and Li Fan answered it." An He went to the window and lit a cigarette.

"What time did you call?" Na Chen pressed the phone a few times, "You called that number? It's so late? Is there something wrong?"

"It's okay, I just saw your message saying that you were going to the hospital." An He remembered the feeling when he wanted to see Na Chen last night and wanted him to be by his side, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart Son.

"I... didn't go," Na Chen said softly, "I was delayed by something."

"Oh," An He smiled, "Are you free tonight?"

Nachen seemed to hesitate a bit, and then said after a pause: "You are free, do you want me to go there? Aren't you in the hospital?"

"Later, I'll call you when I get out of the hospital." An He thought for a while.

"Then I'll wait for your call."

An He hung up the phone, stared at the tree outside the window with a cigarette in a daze for a while, today is not the weekend, and usually he would not call Na Chen out until the weekend, and Na Chen's tone was not happy about it.

What happened?

An He propped himself on the window sill, walking for ten miles like carrying a big bag on his body, he was so heavy that he couldn't stand up.

"Go drink at night." Na Chen called Li Fan.

"Still drinking?" Li Fan over there was stunned, "Didn't you drink enough last night?"

"Don't ask, just say you can't get out." Na Chen clicked his tongue.

"Let's go, daughter-in-law works night shift, I'm fine anyway, what time is it?"

"Eight o'clock hot pot city." Nachen said.

"Are you eating, not drinking..."

"There's so much nonsense, come here at eight o'clock." Na Chen hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

After lifting the quilt and sitting up in a daze for a few minutes, he fell back on the pillow, turned over and buried his face in the pillow. The strong feeling of wanting to cry made his chest ache.

He wanted to see An He, he wanted it very much, he didn't expect that An He would look for him suddenly, but after the momentary happiness, there was overwhelming boredom.

He didn't know if Lei Bo still had someone follow him, he could only stay with Li Fan first, eat for two hours, and then go to see An He...

How could it be like this?

Na Chen covered herself in the pillow until she was out of breath, then jumped up suddenly, went into the bathroom to wash her face, and stared at her red eyes in the mirror.

"That's it," he gritted his teeth, "that's it."

He will go to Leibo tomorrow, no matter what Leibo wants, he doesn't care.

Leibo gave him care and warmth during his most helpless years, no matter whether these were true or not, and for whatever reason, he was grateful.

But now his last trace of confusion about Leibo has been swept away, and the almost suffocating day by day makes him collapse, and the depression and annoyance accumulated in his heart cannot be resolved.

You keep running forward, running forward, and you can see the stars.

But he couldn't see ahead.

Coming out of the hospital, An He squatted on the steps in front of the hospital and called Na Chen. It was very noisy there, so he had to raise his voice: "Where is it?"

"Hot Pot City! Come here!" Na Chen said.

Hearing the busy tone on the handset, An He reluctantly waved for a taxi.

When I got off the car at Hot Pot City and was paying, Na Chen ran out of the restaurant: "Have you eaten yet?"

"I don't want to eat." An He turned his head and glanced at Hot Pot City. It was getting late, but there were still a lot of guests, and it was in full swing.

"Can I order you another small pot?" Na Chen said, leaning against him and stroking his back, "Eat something casually, why does it feel like you've lost weight?"

"Don't eat," An He looked at the people in Hot Pot City who were inexplicably agitated, "Who are you with?"

"Li Fan, he will leave in a while," Na Chen whispered, "What's wrong? How about I let him go now..."

"No, what's the matter with driving people away," An He waved his hand, "I didn't mean that, I just... quarreled."

He and Li Fan had already finished their meal, and they were just sitting and chatting. An He didn't intend to eat, so Na Chen didn't force him anymore, and went in to settle the bill.

After Li Fan left, he and An He stood face to face on the side of the street.

"Find a quiet place to sit." An He looked around.

"There is a small coffee shop in front." Na Chen pointed, his heart sank a little bit, although An He still spoke gently, he was still sensitive to the subtle changes.

After sitting down in the coffee shop, Nachen asked for a pot of coffee and stopped talking. He was afraid, and he didn't dare to speak.

His nerves were stretched to the limit, and he was even a little afraid to hear An He speak suddenly.

After the coffee was served, An He picked up the sugar bag and slowly poured it into the cup. After pouring out a bag of sugar, he called Na Chen: "Da Qi."

"Huh?" Na Chen raised his eyes to look at him, this title warmed his heart.

"I've been very tired during this time," An He said in a low voice, showing exhaustion, "I won't make any detours today."

Na Chen stared fixedly at him without moving, and only responded softly.

"What happened to you recently?" An He took a small spoon and stirred it in the cup.

"No..." Nachen felt that his whole body was hard, but he couldn't let go of his hand holding the cup, "It's nothing serious."

An He glanced at him and smiled: "Someone sent a courier to our school today, and there are two photos in it."

Nachen's hands trembled, and the coffee in the cup spilled onto his hands. His voice trembled a little: "Photo? Is it the two of us?"

"It's fine if it's from the two of us," the smile on An He's face gradually faded, "It's from Zhang Lin and I. The shot was... wonderful."

Na Chen's face was frighteningly pale, he bit his lip and didn't speak.

"I explained to the school that if there is nothing else, this matter should be over like this, Big Seven," An He put down the spoon in his hand, "Is there anything else?"

Nachen felt that his whole body was shaking, he was not cold, he already understood in his heart when he heard this sentence, but he didn't feel the whole body was cold, he just felt numb, all his muscles lost feeling, and he couldn't breathe. maintain.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I don't know you. I've heard many stories about you," An He said in a calm tone and slowly, "I know what you are afraid of and what you want. I thought I would understand you better than others. But suddenly I found out..."

An He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, and looked out the window: "I don't know anything about your life, your friends, your circle, what your life has been like these years, I don't know anything about it."

"What I see is that moment in my heart, sensitive, a little fragile, unable to express, using exaggeration to cover up my desire and fear, and your... low self-esteem."

Na Chen didn't speak, he lowered his head and slowly lay down on the table.

"But what else? I don't know," An He scratched him lightly on the head, "I don't know, I just know that I can't carry it anymore and I'm very tired."

An He's complexion was very bad, and he looked very tired. Nachen knew what it would be like to see those photos when he was under a lot of pressure in work and life. This photo might have broken An He's last string.

His heart that had sunk to the bottom began to burn with anger, and the anger caused him to feel pain from every inch of his body.

"My business," he gritted his teeth, trying to control his voice, "I will take care of it, you don't have to worry, there will be nothing else, I promise."

"That's right," An He smiled, "You're not going to tell me what happened, are you?"

Yes.

He couldn't let An He know about it, he didn't dare to let An He know.

He didn't know how An He would react, and he didn't know what An He could do if he knew it. He was also afraid that An He would see his chaotic past, the complicated relationship between him and Lei Bo that he couldn't explain clearly, and now Lei Bo had If he moved, he was even more afraid that An He would be swept deeper and deeper.

"Yeah." He replied in a muffled voice.

An He frowned, stared at him for a long time, and finally smiled: "That Chen."

"Ok?"

"I'm tired, that Chen," An He patted his hand, then squeezed it lightly, "I will promise you to try, because... I like you very much."

Na Chen didn't move, and grabbed An He's hand tightly with his backhand.

"But I'm not your doctor, and I can't be the material you need to mend your wounds." Anhe paused, and said with a wry smile, "We are not good materials, and only when we have repaired ourselves can we be qualified to talk about feelings." .”

"You mean..." Nachen sat up straight with great difficulty.

"What happened to you, if you need my help, you can come to me at any time, I will help if I can, I will be there whenever you want to talk to me," An He didn't know why he wanted to cry , He hasn't cried for a long time, but these days he often has the urge to cry, "But two people hugging and licking their wounds are not feelings, even if they are licking each other."