Dude, your wig fell off

Chapter 43 That's it

In the last class in the afternoon, An He was sitting on the sofa in the consulting room, and sitting opposite was a parent of a student, a middle-aged woman with a tired face.

This student would steal money from home every week to buy all kinds of food and play and send it to the whole class. He invited the students to go to karaoke, to the playground, and invited the whole class to the Internet cafe.

An He had already talked to this student before. A low self-esteem and introverted little girl, she was thrown at the house of her grandparents with poor financial conditions by her parents who were busy doing business but never made any money since she was a child. After returning home, I made offerings with good food and good clothes. On the one hand, I felt that I owed my child and desperately wanted to make up for it. On the other hand, I placed all my hopes on my child, and felt that she could never meet their requirements.

But the child has almost no communication with them, she is silent when she returns home, and cannot get along well with her classmates. She has no friends, no playmates, and few people even talk to her. She thinks that the only way to improve communication is by spending money relationship with classmates.

"We owe her a lot, but we try our best to make up for it. Why doesn't she appreciate our painstaking efforts at all? Isn't it because of her that we do this?" The woman bowed her head and wiped her tears after saying a few words.

An He listened to her narration with his hands on his forehead, a little distracted. He has been insomnia all night for the past few days, his mind is like a paste, and he can't concentrate.

"She is not close to us at all, we have to smile at her every day when we come back from being tired..." The woman sighed.

"Childhood is very important to a person, and the establishment of family ties is at this stage," An He sorted out his thoughts, and said slowly, "The serious lack of family ties at this stage has an impact on her beyond your imagination...for a child For me, the company of my parents is much more important than money..."

"Mr. An, how can she have any influence on a child? How can a child think so much?" The woman looked at him.

The most frustrating statement for An He is "what do children know?" He smiled: "Children can think from the day they are born. They know how to cry when they want to eat or pee. As for whether they think so Much, you know by now, and it turns out that's what she thinks, and maybe more than that."

The woman was silent for a while and then sighed: "Then she is older now, and she should be able to realize that it is not easy for us. We have been trying to make up for it."

"The problem is the compensation," An He still couldn't concentrate, and had to take a sip of water from the cup, "Your so-called compensation has been reminding her that you are sorry for her. There are all kinds of demands that she thinks are too much, such as academic performance... You are working hard in the wrong direction."

After the woman left the consultation room saying thank you, An He lay down on the table and closed her eyes.

The people in the school had almost left. He lay down for a few minutes and got up, went to the office to pack his things and walked out of the school gate.

When I got the card at the entrance of the parking lot of the First Affiliated Courtyard, a man came out from the side and stood by the window of his passenger car.

An He took out the parking card, and while driving the car in, he turned his head and took a look, then stepped on the brake in a daze, and lowered the window.

"Your mother said that she can meet you here, but she can't call you," the man outside the car window looked at him and said, "Do you have time to chat?"

"The phone is broken and hasn't been repaired," An He tapped on the steering wheel with slightly trembling fingers, "What's the matter? I'm very busy."

"You stop first, it won't take up much of your time." The man stepped aside.

An He found a parking space and parked the car. When he got out of the car, the man walked towards him.

He leaned against the car door, and when the man walked in front of him, he smiled: "Long time no see, Dad."

Na Chen put the prepared braised pork ribs and rice into the heat preservation box and covered it. When he went out, he glanced at the Q on the computer again.

I went to Li Fan's house to rehearse, passed by the hospital to get you something to eat, and came to the door at eight o'clock.

In the dialog box, the message he sent before five o'clock still stayed there, and An He didn't reply.

He clicked his tongue softly, this man's phone has been dropped for a few days and he has no time to buy a new one, he can only chat with An He on Q without saying a word these days.

He looked at the time. At this moment, he should be able to wait at the door before An He arrived at the hospital. If it was too late, he could only find someone in each ward.

He put on his clothes and went out with the insulation box in hand. It was already the beginning of spring, and the snow was melting outside. It was still quite cold, but the air was fresh and moist with the uniqueness of spring.

Na Chen took two deep breaths, stepped into the car and drove towards the entrance of the community.

As soon as he turned out of the gate, he stopped the car and frowned with his legs on the ground.

Raybo's Ford F150 was parked on the curb ahead.

The door opened, and Leibo and his two attendants got out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Lei Bo walked up to his car and asked him with a smile while holding the handlebar.

"Go to Li Fan's house to rehearse." Na Chen replied, Lei Bo's smile made him suddenly feel dangerous, especially when he didn't see Ge Jian who had been following Lei Bo all the time, his uneasiness deepened suddenly.

"Really," Lei Bo took the heat preservation box he hung on the handlebar and opened it, closed his eyes and smelled it, "It smells so good, who did you make it for?"

Na Chen was agitated for a while, didn't speak, touched a cigarette and lit it: "Do you have something to do?"

"It's okay, I was passing by, and I was just about to call you to ask you to eat." Lei Bo smiled, took the heat preservation box, turned back to the car and closed the door.

The two attendants stood still, one left and one right standing on both sides of the front of Nachen's car, Nachen didn't speak, and lowered his head to smoke.

After finishing a cigarette, he sat in the car in a daze.

The chill from the soles of the feet spread from the legs to the whole body little by little, the wind kept blowing, and the face was a little numb, the strange pleasure brought by the cold wind blowing through before became a spicy feeling this time. pain.

When Lei Bo got out of the car and walked over again, Na Chen looked at the ground without raising his eyes.

"I'm full," Lei Bo put the thermos box back in his hand, and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "You're really good at cooking, go to rehearse."

Na Chen still didn't speak, started the car and hit the accelerator.

"Then," Lei Bo opened the door, thought for a while, then stopped and turned to look at him, "That's it."

Na Chen glanced at him, twisted the accelerator suddenly, the car made a loud noise, and rushed out from behind Lei Bo with a gust of wind.

The car was driving very fast, and the rush hour for getting off work hadn't passed yet, so that Chen slowed down before he had traveled far, and turned on the small road that went around the distance to Li Fan's house.

So be it.

He didn't know what Leibo meant by this sentence.

so what?

He can't say that he knows Leibo well. Even if he followed Leibo these years, he has always been out of this person's life. He has never and does not want to get close to him.

Sometimes Leibo can afford to let it go, but sometimes he clings to it.

It is difficult to find the law of his two states. Leibo is an emotional person. He may be able to put aside big things, but he will be irritated by a small thing.

Lei Bo sat in the car and didn't drive. He watched Na Chen's car disappear at the intersection, and looked at Ge Jian who was sitting in the passenger seat and kept looking at the rearview mirror: "You drive."

"Yes." Ge Jian got out of the car, changed seats with Lei Bo, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Go back." Leibo said, leaning back in his chair.

"Aren't you going to drink tea?" Ge Jian started the car. Today Lei Bo made an appointment for tea in the evening.

"Have some fart tea," Lei Bo closed his eyes, "I just couldn't drink anymore."

"Brother Lei," a follower in the back seat approached and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want someone to follow?"

"No need, to save someone from having to remind you," Lei Bo said in a calm voice, "he will come to me by himself."

"Can he figure it out?" The servant was a little skeptical.

"Idiot, even if some people are against me, I can bear it for the time being, because he understands what I mean." Lei Bo opened his eyes and looked at Ge Jian, then turned his head and said to the back, "You two get out of the car, Go later and settle the tea bill."

Ge Jian pulled over and stopped the car, waited for the people in the back seat to get out of the car, and then drove towards Leibo Villa.

"You say." Lei Bo closed his eyes again.

"Brother Lei, are you really going to make it like this?" Ge Jian hesitated for a moment, speaking with difficulty, "Looking at him these past few years..."

"I hate him so much because I watched him grow up!" Lei Bo suddenly roared.

Ge Jian shut his mouth and drove the car in silence.

After a while, Lei Bo suddenly smiled: "Ge Jian, did you suddenly find out with your conscience? Do you think there is a reason why Chen came to this point?"

"Brother Lei, you think too highly of me," Ge Jian smiled, "I'm not so enlightened."

Lei Bo stared at him for a few seconds, then closed his eyes again.

Ge Jian didn't speak anymore, he wouldn't say anything, he wanted to protect himself, Lei Bo didn't care if Na Chen could figure it out.

When the car was parked at the door of Li Fan's garage, before the band's appointment time, Li Fan was cleaning the garage, sweeping out the cigarette butts they smoked during their last rehearsal.

He sat in the car and watched Li Fan bend over and sweep all the way out of the garage.

"It's so early today?" Li Fan turned around and asked him.

"Well, I went out early." He touched his pocket and found that the cigarette case was empty. "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Li Fan threw the cigarette to him: "What's wrong? His face is so ugly."

"Is it ugly?" Na Chen leaned over to the rearview mirror and looked, "Don't I always have this face?"

"What happened?" Li Fan bent down and stared at his face, "Do you want Brother Fan to comfort you?"

Na Chen puffed on Li Fan's face: "Brother, do you think that for a person like me, going anywhere is troublesome?"

"It's no trouble coming here." Li Fan coughed twice and smiled, "What trouble did you run into?"

"I don't know, I don't know yet." Na Chen lowered his head.

"What is this?" Li Fan saw the thermos box, "Did you bring me something to eat?"

"It's empty." Na Chen got out of the car, took off the heat preservation box and threw it into the trash can next to it.

The drum that Lei Bo gave him was placed in a corner of the garage. Na Chen went to pick up the drum hammer and beat it a few times, then sat down on the stool, leaning against the wall in a daze.

"Why don't we cancel it today," Li Fan followed in, "Let's go have a drink."

"I'm not in the mood." Na Chen leaned against the wall without moving, with his arms hanging by his sides, and the drum hammer in his hand was gently scratching the ground.

"You are..." Li Fan retrieved his cigarette from his pocket and lit one. "Is it a periodic cramp, or is it just a sudden accident?"

Na Chen smiled.

For a moment, he had the urge to tell Li Fan these shitty things, but in the end he suppressed it, telling Li Fan that it was meaningless, and no one could help him or give any advice on this matter.

"Say it again." An He stood beside the car, his hands clenched into fists.

"You are already so old, why are you still so naive?" Dad looked at him with an incomprehensible expression, "I should have divorced her a long time ago. Isn't it because of you that we dragged on for so many years?"

"For me?" An He walked up to his father and stood there, his hands trembling because of the excessive force in his fists, "What have you done for me? For me? Do you remember how old I am this year? Do you remember how long have you been?" Ever go home? Do you remember what you do every time you go home? Do you remember what you did outside when you didn’t go home? Now say for me? "

An He suddenly wanted to laugh. He stared into his father's eyes and said word by word: "You didn't even beat me for me! When you beat me, it was just because you had no place to spread your anger! For I?"

"Whatever you say, I think it's good that your mother has figured it out, and this matter should be resolved," Dad frowned, "She insisted that I tell you, I think it's right, yes I should tell you, she told me to come to you, she was waiting for you to kill me..."

Dad sneered at this point: "Tell me, this kind of person who can say crazy things, can I and her not come to this point?"

"This is not crazy," An He grabbed his collar, his voice was heavy, but every word was clear, "You'd better leave before I kill you."

"What did you say?"

"I'll let you," An He let go, and pushed hard on his chest, "Get lost!"

Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed, and there was still more than half of the bottle of medicine on the bedside bottle, and An He sat by the bed in a daze.

Grandpa's condition today is not as good as it was a few days ago, and he didn't say much.

An He has always disliked hospitals, all he sees are tired and listless people, and there is a depressing atmosphere in the air.

His mind was a little numb, he tried hard to let himself go, stared at the white sheet on his grandfather for a long time, but couldn't do it, his mind was always in a mess, he was thinking about something but didn't know.

I just feel tired.

When the meeting time came, An He stood up. Grandpa was already asleep. He walked out of the ward, leaned in the corridor for a while, and then slowly walked out of the inpatient department.

Back to himself, the lights in the room did not make him feel at ease. He took a bath, and when he lay in the bathtub, he felt that he would fall asleep immediately. In order not to drown himself in the bathtub, he got up Want to go back to bed and sleep.

But an hour later, he was still lying on the bed staring, and the feeling of being so sleepy but tossing and turning that he couldn't fall asleep made him a little bit broken.

He got up and took the medicine from the drawer and wanted to take it. After hesitating for a long time, he put the medicine back. He has always been very careful about this.

After squatting by the bed for a long time, he walked to the computer and sat down.

He turned on the computer and didn't know what to do, so he clicked on Q to see if Nachen had slept.

The gray avatar on Q was beating, and he clicked on it.

Looking at Na Chen's message, he was stunned for a long time.

Did you go to the hospital to wait for him at that time today?

He quickly stood up and took his clothes and took them out of his pockets, wanting to call Na Chen, but it took him a long time to realize that he didn't have a phone call these days.

"Damn." An He stood where he was.

After 5 minutes, he put on his clothes and went downstairs, ran to the guard box at the door and asked the security guard to borrow his mobile phone.

An He was a little hesitant when dialing the number. He felt that he might not be able to press Nachen's number correctly, but to his own surprise, after the number was dialed out, he heard the familiar ring tone.

The call was answered very quickly, but there was a "Hello" over there, but the voice was not from that Chen.

Wrong type?An He tried to ask: "Is it Nachen's phone?"

"Yes, you are..."

"Li Fan?" An He recognized Li Fan's voice, "I am An He."

"Mr. An, you changed your number? Then what, that Chen was drunk and fell asleep at my place," Li Fan said, "How about I wake him up for you?"

"No, no, let him sleep, I'm fine," An He smiled, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, followed by a burst of indescribable depression and irritability, "Hang up."

Back in the house, An He turned on the TV, sat on the sofa, stared at the TV with a cigarette in a daze.

A funny sitcom was replayed on the TV, and he turned it up quite loudly, and the sound effect of the audience's laughter echoed in the room... He still felt lonely.

Even though that day disrupted his rhythm and destroyed his peace, no matter how good or bad he felt, that day had already seeped into his life little by little.

This was the first time when he was feeling down, he had a strong feeling of wanting Na Chen to stay by his side.

But just like he knew Nachen's attitude towards him but didn't know when he would suddenly go crazy, he knew that Chen would come over as long as he said a word, but he didn't know when Nachen who had a good drinker would suddenly get drunk and call I can't take it.

An He lowered his head, put his arms on his knees, and sighed softly.

After a sleepless night, it was almost five o'clock before An He leaned on the sofa and barely stared for a while.

The biological clock ignored his sleep time and still woke him up at the usual hour. After washing, he went out with a somewhat dull head.

I have to find time to buy a new phone at noon today.

For safety reasons, he didn't drive and took a taxi to go to school.

He only had class in the third period today. After going to class for self-study in the morning, he walked slowly across the playground to the office building.

When passing by the principal's office, Captain Jiang happened to be standing at the window holding a glass of water, and saw him call out: "Mr. An, no class in the morning?"

"Morning Jiang," An He adjusted the expression on his face, "There is only class in the third quarter."

"That's just right. I thought you had classes in the morning, and I thought I'd come to you in the afternoon," Principal Jiang waved, "Come in."

After An He entered the office, Captain Jiang closed the door behind him.

"What's the matter?" An He turned his head and glanced at Principal Jiang.

"There's something," Captain Jiang sat behind his desk, took out a courier envelope from the drawer and put it on the table, "Look at this first."

An He went to pick up the envelope. There were only two photos inside. He glanced at Principal Jiang and took out the photos.

After seeing the photo clearly, he froze in place, and his whole body became cold in an instant.