Dude, your wig fell off

An He didn't make a sound, and didn't wake up Na Chen, just stood on the bed and looked at it quietly for a while, after thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, Na Chen's appearance of being so quiet like a good boy was too much. It's rare, he wants to commemorate it.

He pressed the shutter on Na Chen's face, and the phone clicked!Crack!One sound, the sound was particularly loud and crisp in the quiet ward.

"Damn!" An He quickly retreated out of the ward while clutching his mobile phone and practicing light kung fu.

There was no stool in the corridor, An He stood against the wall for more than 20 minutes, and saw Li Fan coming back with a lunch box in his hands.

"Didn't go in?" Li Fan glanced into the ward.

"In, out again." An He smiled.

"Didn't wake him up?" Li Fan was a little surprised, but seemed relieved.

"No," An He looked at him, he knew what Li Fan was worried about, "I'm leaving."

"Do you want to tell him that you have been here?" Li Fan tapped the lid of the lunch box lightly.

"No need," An He turned around, stopped after taking two steps, and turned around, "Tell him what I said will not change."

"Hmm... wait," Li Fan stopped him, "How did you find me?"

"Yeah, how did I find you?" An He crossed his arms and pondered, Li Fan meditated with him face to face, and after thinking for a few minutes, he snapped his fingers and pointed at Li Fan, "Make it up."

"I..." Before Li Fan finished speaking, An He strode towards the stairs. He frowned and clicked his tongue, "I've been making up nonsense for a while..."

Li Fan entered the ward, put the lunch box on the small cabinet beside the bed, bent over to Chen's face and stared at it for a while, hesitating whether to wake him up to eat now or later.

"Why?" Na Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

"Fuck!" Li Fan was startled, and sat down on the small stool next to him, "I knew it! Are you awake all the time!"

"Woke up for a while." Na Chen closed his eyes again.

"When did you wake up?" Li Fan tried to ask.

"When you went out to buy food."

"Oh," Li Fan took the lunch box and opened it, "Shall we eat now?"

"He's gone?" Na Chen sighed softly and asked with his eyes closed.

"Well," Li Fan nodded, "I left a message for you, saying that what he said will not change."

Nachen smiled: "Understood."

An He started the car, and after learning about that Chen's situation, he heaved a sigh of relief, leaning on the seat in an indescribably relaxed way.

He could tell from Li Fan's attitude that Na Chen probably didn't want him to show up at this time. Whether it was dealing with other things or "repairing himself", Na Chen didn't want him to know. Son, I should want to contact him after this process.

He lit a cigarette, opened the car window and smoked slowly, then wait for you, whenever you want to show up, just show up.

After finishing the cigarette, An He drove the car out of the parking lot, it was not yet seven o'clock, at this time, he could go to Lin Ruoxue for a meal.

When I arrived at Lin Ruoxue's consultation room, Lin Ruoxue was alone in the office, eating a box of biscuits, seeing him coming in, Lin Ruoxue patted the biscuit crumbs on her hand: "Why did you come early?"

"Dinner?" An He pointed to the biscuit in her hand.

"Well, have you eaten yet?" Lin Ruoxue handed him the biscuit tin, and put a carton of milk on the table, "Come on, let's have a drink."

"You let me down so much..." An He took the milk and sat on the sofa opposite her.

"I'm on a diet. If you go out to eat without eating, it's not time anyway." Lin Ruoxue waved her hand.

"Let's talk, I happen to be in a mood right now." An He smiled.

"Okay," Lin Ruoxue found some soothing music and played it, turned off the computer monitor, and sat on the sofa, "Don't you need to go to the hospital to accompany grandpa today?"

"Well, I told the nurse that I won't be going today," An He poked the straw into the milk carton, and pulled it back and forth like a violin. After a moment of silence, he said, "My parents are divorced."

"Well, how does it feel?" Lin Ruoxue asked him.

"It was very uncomfortable at the beginning, and the sky fell apart." An He frowned.

"Do you feel that all your expectations for so many years have all come to nothing?"

"Yes." An He leaned back on the sofa.

"Actually, think about it, whether they get divorced or not, it doesn't really change anything for you, does it?" Lin Ruoxue put an ashtray in front of him.

An He lit a cigarette: "Well, that's it. They haven't changed whether they can't leave. I just don't want to think about it. Avoiding is a habit, and it's much easier than facing it."

"If you really think about it, it's not a big deal, and it doesn't actually have any effect on you." Lin Ruoxue added.

An He smiled and flicked the cigarette ash, that's all.

The two of them chattered about each other, and when An He stubbed out the second cigarette, Lin Ruoxue took a sip of milk: "You should be in a relationship."

"Yeah," An He stretched his waist and put his legs on the coffee table, "Yeah."

"Giving affection is a pleasant experience," Lin Ruoxue looked at him, "You told me this before, and I always remember it."

"Don't you say that you always forget things when you get old, can you still remember this?" An He laughed.

"Remember the good ones and forget the unhappy ones. People have to choose to throw away their burdens in order to move forward." Lin Ruoxue also took a cigarette and lit a cigarette, "What a philosophy, Mr. An, why don't I talk to you, I can't even put it into words, it just doesn't fit my style."

"I ran into someone a while ago. In fact, thinking about it, I probably only remember the damage." An He lowered his head and said softly.

"Who?"

"Just...then who."

"Who?" Lin Ruoxue stared at him and asked, "Which who?"

An He raised his eyes and looked at her for a while, and when he said the name, he felt his heart suddenly empty.

There was no pain as imagined, nor was there a burst of relief that I was looking forward to. It was as if a foot was stepped on the ground and was flashed for a while, and calmness was restored after feeling disappointed.

It was just after nine o'clock after coming out of Lin Ruoxue's office, and the street was quite lively, Lin Ruoxue waved to him across the small battery: "Remember to wake up every morning and smile in front of the mirror."

"Well," An He smiled, "Do you want me to see you off?"

"No, it's not so cold now, and spring has been here for a while," Lin Ruoxue clapped her hands, "Didn't you notice? The trees have sprouted, a layer of green hair."

"As soon as you say that the mood is gone, go quickly and pay attention to safety." An He smiled and got into his car.

It's been a while since the beginning of spring, but he really didn't pay attention to whether there are new shoots on the trees. He only knows that the small bushes on the isolation belt seem to be covered with a layer of tender green blanket.

He didn't suffer from insomnia that night. Although he didn't sleep soundly and kept dreaming, when he woke up in the morning, he was not as exhausted as he had imagined.

He got out of bed and walked to the window, and opened the curtains. The psychological exhaustion was even more unbearable.

It was a bit early, and the sunlight outside the window was not bright, only a thin layer was laid on the roof of the building. An He looked downstairs, and there were indeed dots of green on the branches.

He walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and grinned to himself.

It's a bit silly to talk in front of the mirror, but it's a very effective psychological suggestion. He rubbed his face: "The previous things are over, and they won't affect me anymore. Now I feel good every day, and everything is fine. I can handle it with a snap, oh yeah."

There is no big change in the day, going to and from work, class and get out of class, going to the hospital to accompany grandpa, everything is repeated, but An He deliberately controls himself not to think too much about these things, tired and irritable, go back to take a bath, watch a movie , click to sleep.

A change in mindset can change everything that seems constant.

The chill of early spring receded slowly, and when he opened the curtains every day, An He could see that there were more green leaves on the trees downstairs. It was the first time he discovered that new leaves grew at such an astonishing speed.

Not long ago, the black tree trunk could be seen, but now it is covered with tender green leaves. An He took out the camera and zoomed in on the tree trunk. After watching for a long time, he put down the camera.

Nachen, how are you doing?

It has been two months since I went back to the hospital last time, and Nachen has never contacted him, no phone calls, no text messages, and the avatar on Q has always been gray.

An He sat on the sofa, picked up a cookbook and slowly flipped through it.

There is a series of cookbooks. The book An He bought is said to be suitable for novices in cooking. For half an hour a day, they can make enough food and clothing by themselves.

But after watching it for a few days, he felt that it was all nonsense. It took him half an hour to prepare the materials, not counting the time for grocery shopping. Washing and cutting would make him despair.

However, in order not to cause trouble for the cremation industry after decades, he still intends to grit his teeth and insist on learning how to cook by himself, so as to draw a clear line with preservatives.

He walked into the kitchen with the book in his hand. Today he planned to make braised lion head according to the recipe. In order to save time, he bought minced meat directly from the supermarket and started mixing the meat according to the instructions in the book.

After tossing and tossing for about ten minutes, the meat filling didn't take shape, not to mention making a ball, but it didn't work to make a cake.

An He frowned and clicked his tongue: "Here's a mapo tofu."

After another 10 minutes of clanking in the kitchen like a war, he put a plate of mapo tofu with minced meat that can bury the tofu on the table. It smelled delicious, so he tried to eat it. After taking a sip, he turned around and poured himself a glass of boiled water, this dish had to be eaten with water.

After eating this meal, except for salty and numbing, he basically tasted nothing else in his mouth.

After clearing away all the dishes and chopsticks, he made a mark on the calendar, when will the chef come to compete...

There was still no news from Na Chen, An He took out his mobile phone, flipping through the three photos of Na Chen back and forth.

He said that as long as Na Chen needed him in any time, he could contact him, but Na Chen never contacted him once, and there was no news at all in the past two months, as if he had disappeared from the world.

He sighed, and turned on the TV. This kid is really able to hold back.

He turned on the timed reminder and set a reminder the day before his birthday. If he hadn't been contacted by that time, he planned to find Nachen.

There are still two months, it should be enough, no matter how big the lung capacity is, it is time to take a breath.

The phone rang when An He was about to fall asleep. He took the phone with a squint, and his heart sank when he saw the number. It was the nurse's call.

"Brother Li, what's the matter?" An He picked up the phone and jumped out of bed.

"Grandpa's condition is suddenly not good...he is in critical condition," the nurse was a little anxious over there, "You better come here, the hospital has already called your second aunt."

An He didn't even bother to put on his socks, so he put on his clothes indiscriminately and ran out the door. During this time, his grandfather was not in a good condition, he couldn't eat, and he had a fever twice, but he could basically control it. He didn't expect Suddenly get a call like this.

When I arrived at the hospital, my second aunt and uncle had just arrived, and when they saw him, they yelled: "What's the matter with your mother's phone being turned off! I didn't answer the call, and then turned off the phone! Don't you plan to take care of it if it's all like this! Isn't it? man!"

"Take care of this first, I'll go home tomorrow to find my mother." An He frowned.

An He stayed in the hospital all night, watching the doctors and nurses come in and out, while the second aunt kept wiping her tears and cursed at her mother in a low voice.

At dawn, the doctor talked to the family members. Grandpa's condition did not improve, and he could not survive for a few days in the ICU.

An He couldn't tell what mood he was in, he just felt uncomfortable. The way this little old man, who hadn't been with him for a few days since he was a child, was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed made him feel uncomfortable.

He didn't walk out of the hospital until dawn, called the school to ask for leave, and drove home.

When he took out the key to open the door, he found that the lock had been changed by his mother at some point. He sighed and slapped the door a few times.

The door opened quickly, and my mother stood behind the door with a pale face, looking like she hadn't slept all night.

"Mom..." An He supported her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"I'm not going to the hospital, I'm not going," my mother said softly, "I don't dare to go, whatever they say, I don't dare to go, don't force me to go."

"I know, I know." An He put his arms around his mother and patted her on the back lightly.

"You hate me, really, it's okay if you hate me." Mom's words were a little confused.

"I really don't hate it," An He said, "It's all over...what can't be overcome."

Until grandpa passed away, my mother never went to the hospital. An He didn't force her, but just ran back and forth to deal with grandpa's affairs.

After confirming the cremation time, he called his mother.

"Where is he now?" Mom asked after a long silence.

"funeral parlor."

"Do you have time, I want to go and see."

"I have time," An He said, "I'll pick you up."

It has been raining for the past few days, pattering, and while An He was sitting in the car, waiting for his mother to go downstairs, he turned off the wiper, and it didn't take long for the raindrops to fill the windshield.

Even in the car, An He could still smell the fresh earthy smell wrapped in the rain.

Mom got into the car and sat silently in the passenger seat. An He reached out to help her fasten her seat belt: "Let's go?"

Mom nodded, lowered her head and pressed the red and swollen eye sockets: "An He."

"Huh?" An He responded.

"Are you in love?" Mom asked.

An He glanced at her and smiled: "Why did you ask this suddenly?"

"Just ask, I feel that you have changed recently." Mom turned her head and looked out the window.

"People will always change, it depends on what they become." An He smiled and said nothing else.

The funeral parlor was very quiet, and there was a faint smell of incense candles in the rain and fog.

An He held an umbrella, hugged his mother, and walked through a long path full of pines and cypresses. He called the staff before and said that someone would wait for them at the door, and they could go to see grandpa after registration. .

At the end of the road is a row of steps. From a distance, I saw someone standing on the steps holding a black umbrella. It should be the staff waiting for them.

"That's it." An He said.

"En." Mom nodded, but her pace suddenly slowed down.

When I walked down the steps, my mother cried.

"Auntie's condolences," the person standing on the steps came down and greeted them, "Are you here to see Grandpa Chen?"

An He nodded, then froze, staring at the wet bluestone steps, raised his head after a while, and saw clearly the person in a black suit holding a black umbrella.

"Then..." He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Come with me," Na Chen bowed slightly, "Beware of slippery steps."

An He helped his mother to walk in behind him, his mind was in a complete mess, he never thought that he would run into Na Chen who hadn't seen him for several months here.

He stared at Na Chen's back, this was the first time he saw Na Chen wearing formal clothes, the strange and familiar feeling made his breathing a little unsteady.

Nachen took them into the morgue, and after confirming their identities again, he opened the cabinet of his grandfather and stepped aside: "The time should not be too long, the temperature change will affect it."

Mom took a step forward, and when she saw grandpa, she covered her face with her hands and leaned against An He, crying: "Dad...I'm sorry for you...I'm sorry for you..."

An He hugged his mother tightly, and his mother could barely stand, so he had to help her to go out: "Let's go."

Na Chen was closing the cabinet and came out after them.

His mother cried very sadly. An He had never seen her like this since he was a child. He silently put his arms around his mother's shoulders, not caring to turn around and say something to Na Chen.

It wasn't until he got to the car that his mother pushed him away: "I don't want to take the car, I'll take a walk."

"Then I'll accompany you..." An He locked the car again.

"No need," my mother wiped her eyes, took the umbrella in his hand, bowed her head and strode forward, "I want to be alone, I just stroll back slowly, don't follow me."

An He didn't speak, and followed his mother out of the funeral home, watching his mother slowly merge into the crowd of people on the street, standing there for a long time without moving.

The raindrops gradually became denser, he sighed softly, and looked down at the small puddle at his feet.

The raindrops falling on his body suddenly disappeared, An He raised his head, and a black umbrella blocked his head.

"Hi." Na Chen stood beside him and said softly with a smile.

"...Hi." An He hesitated and smiled at him.

"My name is Na Chen," Na Chen looked at him, "What about you?"

An He opened his mouth and wanted to say that he hadn't seen you for a few months, and his twitching energy hadn't changed at all, but in the end he said something along with it: "My name is An He."

"I get off work at five o'clock," Na Chen looked down at his watch, "There are still twenty minutes left."

"Ah? Oh," An He was taken aback, "I treat you to dinner?"

"Okay," Na Chen nodded and handed him the umbrella, "wait for me in the car, I'll change my clothes."

"Ah."

Na Chen turned around and walked back. After walking a few steps, he suddenly started running, skipping along the road and quickly disappeared.

Only then did An He come back to his senses, put down the umbrella in his hand, raised his face to face the raindrops and let out a long sigh of relief.