Dude, your wig fell off

The matter of buying a ring and getting married couldn't be carried out right away. Anhe's term is coming to an end, and he keeps an eye on the students every day. After school, sometimes a student with a gloomy face would come to the consultation room on the fifth floor to take out the trash.

But Nachen was not in a hurry, so he went to the store if he had nothing to do, and then sent some pictures of rings to An He for him to choose.

An He has no idea about these things, they look similar, especially men's rings, there are not so many flowers and twists, it is all a circle, big circles and small circles, big traps and small circles...

In the morning, I sent another one from Q.

Saw it yesterday, but forgot to send it to you, is it good?

An He sat in the office staring at the computer screen for 5 minutes, and wrote back, isn't this the same as the one you showed me the day before yesterday?

Uncle, go and get a pair of reading glasses, what kind of eyes are there!

Is it different?

Forget it, you stay on the sidelines.

At that time, Chen's profile picture went black, and he probably felt helpless for him. An He looked at the ring for a while, and felt that after closing the dialog box, he would immediately forget what the ring looked like.

"An... Mr. An," someone next to him coughed softly, "Mr. An."

An He kept looking at the computer with his head tilted, and didn't pay attention to his side. He was startled when he heard the voice, and quickly closed the dialog box. He turned his head and saw that it was his political class representative.

"Zhang Jiawei, what's the matter?" An He asked, and found that the boy was still staring at his screen, so he reached out and shook his hand in front of the screen.

"The homework has been collected," Zhang Jiawei smiled a little embarrassedly, "Zhang Lin didn't hand it in, and he said he would make it up in the afternoon."

"And mending, he is good at crafting, sewing and mending is another day," An He sighed, "Okay, I know."

Zhang Jiawei stood by the table with no intention of leaving, An He glanced at him: "Is there anything else?"

"Mr. An, you..." Zhang Jiawei pointed to the computer, "Are you going to get married?"

"Ah?" An He was stunned for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. It's impossible to say that he didn't care about it at all, especially in front of the students.

"That ring, is it a wedding ring?" Zhang Jiawei asked in a low voice.

An He quickly recalled it in his mind. Apart from the picture of the ring, there should be nothing else. That Chen didn't go crazy today and called him his wife or something. He responded vaguely: "Ah, look."

"Oh," Zhang Jiawei pushed the homework book in front of him, "I'm leaving."

Watching Zhang Jiawei walk out of the office quickly, An He clicked on the dialog box again and looked at it, it was quite normal, that Chen's name was no longer a non-mainstream idiot name, it was changed to a little culinary expert, and what he said was nothing out of the ordinary of.

An He glanced at the door of the office, Zhang Jiawei usually talks a lot, he is quite a cheerful kid, according to An He's impression, just now he should have the same virtue as Zhang Lin, at least he had to ask a few more questions, but he didn't know anything Without saying anything, he turned and left.

An He pondered for a while, but couldn't figure out why.

At noon, he ate something casually, when Na Chen called, the two of them talked nonsense, and heard Na Chen complain that the eldest sister who cooked in their cafeteria might have raised pigs in the past.

"It's your birthday in two days, which happens to be the weekend," Na Chen said while eating, "The two of us will find a high-end place to have dinner then, and take care of things by the way."

"What's the matter?" An He was taken aback.

"Buy a ring to get married, sir, what's the matter with you, don't you have medical insurance, hurry up, buy some DHA," Na Chen sighed, "It's getting more and more difficult for us to communicate, what will you do if you become demented in 20 years. "

An He smiled for a while: "What should I do if I am really demented?"

"Then what can I do, grit your teeth and stand up, can you still be thrown out?" Na Chen drank his saliva, "Anyway, I will be old by then, and I will serve you as exercise."

In the first class in the afternoon, An He went directly into the classroom of Class 4 with his notebook in his arms. When he saw the confused eyes of the students below, he remembered that this class was for his own class, and he should probably buy some DHA.

"I'm sorry, I probably miss you too much." An He turned around and left the classroom amidst laughter, turning into his own classroom.

When he put the notebook on the podium, he saw a large packaged box on the podium.

"What is this?" He pointed to the box and put the notebook aside.

"Happy birthday to Mr. An—" the students shouted draggingly.

"Yo," Angel laughed, he didn't expect the students to know his birthday, "Thank you."

"Are you moved?" Zhang Lin shouted from below, "Is this section changed to self-study?"

"It's a good idea, you just want to sleep in a self-study class instead of a sentence of happy birthday that you haven't even rehearsed?" An He lowered his head and said while unpacking the box, "You have already shouted out the round singing of eight voices. "

The gift was a large glass vase, which contained colored balls one by one. Each colored ball had a blessing and a student's name written on it. An He held the bottle and looked at it for a long time, and made it very carefully.

"Thank you," An He put down the bottle and supported the podium with his hands, "It was a surprise, I was really touched, but I really didn't study by myself."

After class was over, An He walked to the office, and Zhang Lin chased him up from behind when he was crossing the playground: "Mr. An!"

"Huh?" An He turned his head and saw Zhang Lin holding a bag in his hand, "What are you doing?"

"I gave this to you," Zhang Lin handed him the bag, rubbing his nose, a little embarrassed, "My mother said I had to give a separate gift, I think so, thank you for your kindness to me this year... care."

"What is it?" An He smiled, opened the bag and looked at it, it was wrapped in newspaper.

"Clay sculpture, I made one for Xu Jingyao before, and she wouldn't want it if she killed her, so I wrapped another layer around that and made a bigger one for you."

"You..." An He couldn't hold back his joy, "Why are you so honest."

"Hey, I'm not afraid that you will accidentally drop it in the future. Why do you have one inside?" Zhang Lin laughed a few times.

"I won't fall, don't worry," An He patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you."

"Then I'm going back to the classroom." Zhang Lin turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait," An He stopped him, "How do you know my birthday?"

"What Zhang Jiawei said, how conscientious is the representative of the human class."

"Zhang Jiawei?" An He was a little surprised by this, but after being stunned for a while, his heart suddenly moved, and he stopped Zhang Lin who was about to go back to the classroom again.

"Mr. An is going to class, and I still want to go to the bathroom." Zhang Lin looked at him with a sad face.

"The last question, just hang on," An He smiled, "Who wrote the confession letter on Singles' Day last year?"

"I can't say that." Zhang Lin replied very simply.

An He looked at him and said nothing.

After staring at each other in silence for a while, Zhang Lin couldn't bear it anymore: "Mr. An, do you want to settle accounts after the fall?"

"Aren't you just kidding me? I'm a fart. I'll just ask."

"... Zhang Jiawei wrote it," Zhang Lin Xiao skipped to the toilet, "Don't tell me what I said."

"I'm not looking for him, go pee on you." An He waved his hand.

An He went back to the office and drank half a cup of tea, feeling that his thinking was probably a little too outrageous.

Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, the office phone rang. The head teacher of Class [-] downstairs came to him and said that he would take a student to the counseling room for a chat.

An He agreed to come down, ran to the toilet, and went directly to the fifth floor.

He has been staying in the consulting room for a long time these days. Someone will come to check at the end of the term. Principal Jiang means that he wants to work harder to build a model school. An He spends time here every day to sort out cases.

If An He hadn't been moved by the quiet handling of the photo incident last time, he wouldn't have worked so hard. The consultation time was calculated according to the class fee, and a lot of spare time would have to be spent, which is simply a waste of time.

The student in class [-] has no serious problems. Although his grades in junior high school are average, they are passable. After high school, he suddenly found that his grades were in the middle and bottom of the class, and he was overwhelmed by the feeling of failure.

Nowadays, many children are like this. They are raised too delicately. They have never realized what they can't get since they were young. When they suddenly found that they didn't meet their expectations, they just got down.

If it's someone like me... An He smiled, of course it's too extreme for me like this, but it will be more bearable if I suffer some setbacks since I was a child.

After chatting with this student for most of the class, the student walked out with an expression of confusion and sudden realization. An He added: "You can come to me anytime."

Just about to drink a glass of water, the door of the consulting room was pushed open again, An He held the glass: "You are so fast at any time."

"Boss An." The person who came in called him, but the voice was not the student from before.

An He turned his head and saw Zhang Jiawei.

"Zhang Jiawei?" An He looked at the time, this session is for self-study.

"I'm not skipping class, I just want to come over for a chat." Zhang Jiawei sat down on the sofa.

"Well, what's the matter?" An He sat down opposite him.

Zhang Jiawei didn't speak, and after a while he said: "Are you really going to get married?"

"Huh?" An He responded, and all the outrageous thoughts in his head suddenly murmured, and he sorted out his thoughts, "Not yet."

"Then... Anyway, there is someone who is going to get married." Zhang Jiawei looked at him.

"Well, yes." An He nodded.

Zhang Jiawei sighed for a long time, leaned on the sofa and stopped talking.

An He looked at him for a long time, but he didn't intend to speak, but seeing his reaction, An He felt that his guess might not be too outrageous, although he was quite surprised.

"Do you still remember the letter from last year?" Zhang Jiawei finally spoke again.

"Well, quite domineering." An He nodded.

"I wrote it, and I wrote it with my feet." Zhang Jiawei pointed to himself, and then to his feet.

An He was quite serious at first, but now he couldn't help being happy, and gave a thumbs up: "Good footwork, I said why did you wear perfume, is it to cover up the smell?"

"My feet don't stink," Zhang Jiawei also laughed, and after laughing for a while, he lowered his head and whispered, "I just want to tell you, that's not a joke, although it looks pretty funny."

"Thank you." An He said, he felt that he had said thank you all this afternoon.

"Thank you? Thank you for what?" Zhang Jiawei raised his head.

"Thank you for liking me." An He said seriously.

"Really... I thought you'd have to feel bad no matter what you do." Zhang Jiawei smiled.

"Someone likes it is a very pleasant thing, why bother."

Zhang Jiawei squeezed his hands: "But I'm a little upset that you're getting married."

For An He, facing Zhang Jiawei's state is not too stressful. Zhang Jiawei is different from other students who come to chat with him. He has no major problems, and he has a good personality, confident and cheerful. Make a statement, then settle his teenage turmoil.

"Just because I don't get married doesn't mean what we can do," An He smiled, "But although I was quite surprised, I'm still very happy that you can speak out without holding back."

"Thank you Mr. An," Zhang Jiawei looked at him, "I didn't come here today to confess my love or something, I just wanted to say it to make me feel better."

Nachen got off work early today, booked a restaurant, and then went home.

He didn't hide any surprises about taking An He out for his birthday. Even if An He didn't eat DHA, he could guess that he wouldn't let his birthday pass by.

But he still needs to prepare well for other things, such as the ring.He has already measured An He's finger, and he doesn't plan to wait for An He to pick it. This person's dementia has reached a certain level, and An He probably can't remember what the ring looks like.

He ordered a pair himself, engraved them, and they will be available tomorrow.

There is another important link. He is standing on the balcony. If this thing is brought directly in front of An He, An He will probably feel that his mental illness has not been cured.

But there is no other solution, he patted the small shelf on the balcony, gritted his teeth: "Let's just do it, life can be crazy a few times."

An He's birthday is on Sunday, so Nachen moved the meal time one day forward and arranged it on Saturday, so that in the future, birthdays and anniversaries can be celebrated one more time.

"Are you on duty today?" An He called him.

"Not on duty, I'm at home," Na Chen smiled, "Miss me?"

"Yeah, I miss you so much. If you don't come here, I won't even have anything to eat." An He said with a smile, "Why are you staying at home when you're not on duty?"

"Don't worry about it, let's not say that the couple can't meet before the wedding, you should stand up when you are tired," Na Chen lay down on the bed, "I will love you very much tomorrow."

"Shameless, let me say yes first, don't do anything too exaggerated for me for dinner tomorrow, my heart can't be overloaded when I'm old."

"Don't worry, you didn't see anything wrong with your little heart bouncing during sex, and you can still find time to hum... ah... um..." Na Chenyi raised his head to the phone and moaned, " don't stop..."

"You want to be a wasteful person," An He said, "Let me tell you, every time you spend a wasteful time now, I will add it to the account book, and then you will even receive interest on your money. Don't cry anymore." .”

"An He, I'm warning you," Na Chen clicked twice, "If you dare to play around, I'll beat you up on the spot until dawn."

An He smiled for a long time: "Baby, I will not give you such a chance."

"Everyone who got caught halfway said so."

"Have you turned over a lot of people?"

"Look at you," Na Chen smiled for a long time, "I've already turned on you a hundred and eighty times in my dreams, and it's not the same every time."

Talking nonsense with An He until his ears were burning, he finally hung up the phone. Na Chen only glanced at the time and chatted for almost two hours.

He is not a very talkative person. When he stayed with Li Fan and the others, they were so familiar. He just listened most of the time, and when he was interested, he would make a noise for a while, chatting like this for two hours. The high level of difficulty that is a bit dumb can only be achieved with An He.

Falling in love, falling in love, it’s really inexplicable, so I can’t stop talking. After two hours of talking, it’s all nonsense, and I can’t find the rhythm when I want to sum up a central idea.

That Chen went to take a shower, and called Li Fan before going to bed: "Xiao Fanzi, did you ask how that person is doing?"

"Hey, why are you so wordy? Do you need to be sure if someone professionally prepares a broken song? I said you don't want to let Yan Yi go, but you don't feel relieved if I find someone for you." Li Fan probably fell asleep After being woken up, the voice was vague, but the words were still very sharp, "Why don't you do it yourself."

"Aren't I nervous? This is the only time in my life, and I can't rehearse." Na Chen lay on the bed holding the big white bear doll, and buried half of his face in the fluff.

"You really don't need us to support you?"

"It's really unnecessary, and there are no tricks. An He said that he didn't want to be surprised."

"Then I have to come out to have a meal after I'm done. I have a gift for you," Li Fan said with emotion, "That Chen, I really didn't expect it."

"Ok?"

"I've known you for quite a long time. I really didn't expect you to be like this one day. What a surprise. Back then, I thought An He was too deep and unreliable."

"Any weird flower can be planted in a pot." Na Chen patted the bear's butt.

"Who are you talking about? What about Anhe?"

"Ah."

"Pull it down, it's quite appropriate to say that you are yourself," Li Fan laughed, "You have a pot as deep as An He..."

"Why do I hear this... Brother Fan, you can only see if you are a wife or not, so you can't touch it." Na Chen said with a smile.

"Damn!" Li Fan was stunned for a long time before he realized, "I don't tell you, my wife can still touch it, I will touch it, I wish you two happiness first."

"Thank you." Nachen closed her eyes, lay on the bed and smiled at the ceiling for a long time.