Dude, your wig fell off

When An He rushed home, he didn't hear the sound of mahjong at the door, which made him a little unaccustomed to it.

He took out the key and opened the door. There was no mother's mahjong friends in the room, but the two mahjong tables were still in a mess.

My mother was sitting at the mahjong table with a cigarette in her mouth. Opposite her was a thin woman in her 30s with exquisite make-up.

The two women didn't know whether they were communicating with their minds or fighting with their eyes. After An He came in, neither of them moved.

An He walked to his mother and squeezed her shoulder, "What's the matter?"

"Get her out of here." Mom flicked the cigarette ash and pointed at the woman with the cigarette butt.

"Sister, things have to be resolved," the woman glanced at An He, "Your son has to be resolved, I'm not here to quarrel."

"Don't pretend to be quality, don't you feel uncomfortable in your heart? You can't hold back even if you want to make trouble with me during Chinese New Year." My mother sneered, "It's better to be the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth." Feeling superior."

The woman also smiled: "Your son is so old, you should think about it, what's the point of guarding a marriage that exists in name only? You don't even know his phone number..."

"Get out," An He interrupted her, pointing to the door, "Get out."

"I won't leave today until the matter is resolved," the woman raised her voice, "I have feelings for An Zhifei! You are already like this, why don't you let each of you live?"

"Let An Zhifei decide for a divorce." An He looked at her.

The woman didn't speak.

An He knew what was going on in his heart. His parents had been tossing about for so many years, but they never mentioned the divorce. Although An He couldn't figure out why they were doing this, he knew very well that this should not be what his father meant.

"Get out." He repeated what he had said before.

"I won't leave easily when I come." The woman said calmly.

An He stared at her for a few seconds, walked into the kitchen, and came out with a kitchen knife in his hand.

Before she could understand, An He raised his hand and slashed at the table in front of her, the corner of the kitchen knife sank deeply into the table.

"Ah!" My mother yelled, and all the cigarettes in her hand fell to the ground, "My table!"

The woman froze on the chair and didn't speak for a while.

"Get out," An He said again, "I have a bad temper, and the most annoying thing is that someone keeps me from resting when I am on vacation."

The woman looked at the knife on the table, stood up slowly, paused for a while, then turned and walked out the door.

"Good job!" Mom slapped the table.

An He glanced at her, didn't speak, and followed the woman out the door.

"What else do you want to do!" The woman stood at the door and turned to look at him.

"If you want, you can hang out with my dad like this. If you don't want to, get out," An He said in a low voice, but every word was clear, "If you want a divorce, let my dad go home and say it by himself."

"This means that he is willing to come back and say that your mother will set him free?" The woman turned around.

"I don't know," An He smiled, "If he dares to come back and say it, I dare to kill him."

The woman was stunned for a few seconds, her face full of surprise: "You are not a child anymore, how can you say such a thing? What right do you have..."

"They owe me a home," An He put away his smile, but his voice was still low. "Even if it's an empty shell, it must be kept for me. Whoever dares to destroy it, I can do anything."

The woman stared at him, slowly backed away, and finally turned around and ran down the corridor to the stairs: "Crazy!"

An He went back to the house, and his mother was still sitting at the table, looking at the kitchen knife on the table in a daze.

He went over and pulled out the kitchen knife, put it back in the kitchen, put on his coat, didn't talk to his mother again, opened the door and went out.

"An He." His mother called him in the room.

"Huh?" He stood outside the door without moving.

"...It's nothing, let's go," my mother picked up the mahjong on the table, "Oh, it ruined my mood for the day."

An He closed the door and stood outside the door for a while, only when he heard his mother call Ma You to come over, he slowly strolled downstairs.

When An He returned to his place, he felt very stuffy. He opened the car window on the way, and the cold wind made his teeth ache, but it didn't relieve the stuffiness that surged up from the deepest part of his body, and he was almost out of breath. coming.

When he returned to the room, he drew all the curtains, turned on the music, picked out a piano piece at random, and dug out from the cabinet the set of glass teapots that the students gave him on Teacher's Day last year. The material went into the kitchen.

He wants to make a pot of fruit tea.

Pineapple, passion fruit jam, lemon, tea bag.

An He had never made fruit tea before, so he spent a long time just dicing the pineapple. His desire to drink fruit tea was almost gone after he cut it. The diced pineapples were of different sizes and shapes. He didn't know that. How did Chen cut the diced pineapple so neatly that it looked like it came out of a nest.

But at least it was finished. He poured all the materials into the pot, half of the pot was piled up, and after adding water, it looked full and he felt a sense of accomplishment.

But after cooking it is not the case.

An He held up the jug, studying the weird fruit paste and dark brown liquid in the jug with some confusion.

This seems to be completely different from the fruit tea that Chen made. He took a sip and the taste...

So in line with the principle of not being wasted casually, An He put the pot of tea into the refrigerator after it cooled down, and opened a can of juice.

The holiday days were still so boring, An He spent a few days between the bed and the bathtub in a dazed, half-dream and half-awake state, his mother did not call again, and his father still had no news, and the woman who came to declare war failed There is no more movement.

An He felt that the days were frozen, sticky and endless.

It wasn't until more than 20 students in the class poured into the living room that he was brought back to reality. I remembered that I had promised the students that I would come to celebrate the New Year today.

"Mr. An, Happy New Year!" The students were all very excited, and shouted together when they entered the door. The two boys put two pots of kumquats in the middle of his living room.

"Happy, thank you," An He dragged the kumquat aside, and grabbed a kumquat from the tree, "It's very good, I won't invite you to eat, pick it yourself."

"I'm so thirsty, Mr. An, where is your water?" Zhang Lin opened the refrigerator door, "Is there any ice?"

An He was about to tell you to drink fruit juice, but before he could open his mouth, Zhang Lin had already taken out the pot of fruit tea that he had kept in the refrigerator a few days ago, and he didn't need a cup, just raised his head and started Guan, he sighed: "Yes..."

Zhang Lin poured half a pot of fruit tea down, wiped his mouth, and squeezed among the boys sitting on the sofa: "It's cool!"

An He stared at him for a long time, and there seemed to be no adverse reactions. Does this kid have no sense of taste?

During the Chinese New Year, the students' New Year's greeting activities are actually related to the goals of the New Year's greetings for the first 5 minutes, and then they become their own gatherings.

An He sat on the side, listening to the group of half-grown children chatting enthusiastically. The content at the beginning was lucky money, and then let go of it. Then so-and-so is having sex with so-and-so, hey, what is class four still going to bed, let's go drink first, and then open a room...

"Hey, hey," An He interrupted them, "It's almost done, it's like being there, it's enjoyable, don't you feel very envious."

A group of students had fun, laughed for a long time and changed the subject, and began to study where to go for a while.

"Go and sing." Xu Jingyao suggested with a smile.

"Okay!" Zhang Lin shouted immediately.

Hearing Xu Jingyao's voice, An He was suddenly in a trance.

Ever since they accompanied Na Chen to the Fifth Hospital that day, the two of them haven't been in touch, just like they did a few times before.

An He looked at Xu Jingyao, the little girl was very pretty, but her facial features had nothing in common with Na Chen.

Na Chen's appearance is exquisite and flamboyant, with indifference, only when he rarely relaxes, can he see his stretched smile and childish expression.

He flashed before his eyes the appearance of that day when the car door was closed, and that sentence, I have a hunch...

Have a hunch.

What premonition?

Although he had already told himself not to have anything to do with this person in the future, An He's thoughts were still a little wandering. He had to admit that the madness of meeting several times in the past few months had affected him.

But as for what that Chen thought, he didn't know.

The students continued to make trouble until almost noon, and they all sat still and did not intend to leave. An He sighed and knocked on the table: "Are you almost talking?"

"Boss An chased people away again!" Someone yelled.

"I wanted to catch up a long time ago, it's so noisy, what's wrong with not taking the opportunity to talk this winter vacation," An He smiled, and waved at them, "Aren't you going to sing?"

"Yes," Xu Jingyao looked at him, "Boss An is going together?"

"I'm not going, you guys can play," An He knocked on the table again amidst the noise, raising his voice, "Call home to report the itinerary, and call in my presence."

A group of people took out their mobile phones and called home, then walked out the door excitedly half-yelling and chatting, An He followed behind them, yelled and finished singing and then went home honestly, the door was about to close At that time, Zhang Lin suddenly stepped back, holding the door open with his hand: "Mr. An, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day in advance."

"...Ah," An He was taken aback, "Thank you."

The voices of the students echoed in the corridor, and after they all squeezed into the elevator and disappeared, the surroundings returned to the silence that hadn't changed for a few days.

The occasional sound of firecrackers outside the window seemed particularly lonely.

An He leaned against the door, Valentine's Day?

He went to the calendar and looked at it, and it was true that the day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day.

An He couldn't remember how to spend Valentine's Day in previous years. He had already spent several Valentine's Day without memory. His feelings about Valentine's Day were probably not as deep as his own.

Every year, when he saw roses all over the street, he exclaimed, Valentine's Day, and then Valentine's Day passed.

For a person who has been single for a long time and has no goals and no mood, it seems that there is nothing else to do except sigh.

It’s just that this year is different. An He walked into the bathroom to wash his face, and stared at the mirror for a long time. This year, he didn’t know whether it was Shan Dafa or he was too horny. When he heard Zhang Lin say Happy Valentine’s Day, His heart twitched.

Suddenly there was a deep sadness, An He, you are a pretty good man, why did you end up like this.

No boyfriend, no girlfriend, Valentine's Day is spent with the bathtub.

What a terrible word.

Thinking of this, An He went back to the study and turned on the computer. He needed to find some balance from the group of companions who were also single. Every time he saw everyone bemoaning where the other half was, he would feel relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Clicking on Q, a bunch of news about New Year's greetings flooded out, and there was an animation. He watched a happy new year animation about ten times in a row before finally closing the chat box.

There are a lot of chat records in their small group. It seems that they have discussed the Valentine's Day bachelor party. He just scrolled up and suddenly saw a sentence.

Pancake Fruit: I won’t go out on Valentine’s Day

Pancake Fruit: I spent time with her

"Damn!" An He stared at these two lines and couldn't help cursing in a low voice, the pancake fruit is Liu Jiang, when did this kid have a girlfriend!

Below are several people scolding and congratulating, An He glanced at it and quickly turned off Q.

When Lin Ruoxue called him a few years ago, she mentioned Li Ting, whom she brought back last time. The two of them were quite stable, and now Liu Jiang is going to spend Valentine's Day with someone. Looking at the record just now, Song Zhibin and the others also shouted to work hard. up.

The members of the singles group decreased one by one, which made An He suddenly feel unspeakable.

"Hey——" Angela sighed in a long voice, got up and went into the bathroom, and turned on the hot water.

Steaming water slowly flowed into the bathtub, An He turned on the video in the notebook, turned up the volume to the maximum, then stood in front of the mirror, and slowly took off the clothes on his body one by one.

The white mist diffused little by little in the bathroom, and the panting and groaning from the notebook behind him teased his nerves, An He closed his eyes, propped one hand against the wall, and slid the other hand down.

Following the groaning rhythm that filled his ears, An He's desire was successfully aroused, and there was a throbbing fire in his body, but soon he was a little annoyed to find that Chen was all in front of him.

That Chen's beautiful collarbone, clear back, flat belly, firm butt...

An He snorted softly, lowered his head, and the movements of his hands quickened.

A Flower in the Grassland: Really won't come out?

Scared to death↙伱: porphyrin

A Flower in the Grassland: Did someone live with you?that teacher?

Scared ↘ to death ↙ 伱: 厈, 伱情亽兯 弱 嘙 忄 僦 哘, what are you doing?

A Flower in the Grassland: Isn't my wife coming from home and relatives not coming out?Besides, I don’t feel at ease if you stay alone, I can’t understand if you change your input method

Scared to death↙伱: I'm sleeping at home

A flower in the prairie: you call me now

Na Chen hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone, and dialed Li Fan's number.

"Where are you now?" Li Fan answered the phone.

"The parking lot."

"The day after tomorrow is a great Valentine's Day, why don't you come out for a while?"

"What are you doing out with you?" Na Chen took a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and drank it.

"Damn," Li Fan was stunned and smiled, "I'm going all out, let you do it, come out."

"No." Nachen smiled.

"Your uncle," Li Fan scolded and did not say any more, "Then you change your mind and call me, or just go to the boiling point. I made an appointment with Yan YiDavid and the others."

"Yeah." Na Chen hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

It's Valentine's Day the day after tomorrow, Nachen looked at a calendar posted on the iron wall.

He draws the calendar. Every month, he draws a calendar carefully and fills in the dates with colored pens. When he is in a good mood, he also writes the taboos against the almanac.

On February 2, he marked the date with a small circle.

It's not because it's Valentine's Day, he doesn't feel it if he doesn't have a Valentine's Day, it's his birthday.

His favorite day when he was a child, his mother would order a cake for him on this day and prepare a birthday present for him.

Happy birthday to Xiao Chenchen, and be obedient when she is one year older.

But this kind of memory filled with the warm yellow light of the candle is a bit vague. I don't know when, his birthday was gradually forgotten by everyone.

Mom didn't remember at first, and Dad... didn't remember at first.

Those memories that had some warmth were left in the very distant past, so far away that I hardly mentioned my birthday to anyone anymore.

Nachen was smoking a cigarette, pointing the mouse randomly on the screen, and stopped when he crossed Q.

There are very few people in his friend list, but they are all carefully classified into categories, such as bands, classmates, teachers, bars, and those who are annoying when they look at them and want to kick their feet when they see them.

There is only one name without classification, dry fried lentils.

He lay down on the table and looked at the name, only An He, he didn't know which category to put it in.

Na Chen didn't know how he felt about An He, he didn't like it, he didn't like it, he was interested, he wasn't interested, or what he wanted to do, he didn't know.

In addition to boredom and anger, for those who have not even heard their parents say that mom and dad like you, the definition of emotion is very vague.

Li Fan said, don't get close to An He, this person can't see clearly, can't figure it out.

Nachen stretched his waist, stretched his legs in the armchair, yes, he could feel An He's alienation from him, even when he saw An He's seductive smile, he could still feel An He A sense of space is deliberately preserved.

But still feel warm.

An He's tolerance and calmness outside of his life made him feel warm.

It was precisely this feeling that made him not know what to do, how to approach, how to turn around, how to approach, and how to turn around, he didn't know anything.

He moved the mouse and clicked on the gray profile picture of Stir-fried Lentils.

After staring at the dialog box for a long time, he tapped the keyboard.

Scared to death↙伱: Are you there?

There was no response from An He, and Na Chen waited for a long time before standing up and leaving the computer.

It was almost 12 o'clock, and it might be a bit late for someone like An He who can fall asleep at 11 o'clock on most nights.

Na Chen stood up and moved around, went out, and drove the car along the road from the back door to the crematorium.

The wind whistled in my ears, like screaming, and like someone crying.

At this time, there will be no one on this road, Na Chen slowly increases the accelerator, the engine roars, and the black shadows sweeping back from the side are connected into a piece, as if in a black passage.

At the end of the passage is the gate of the crematorium.

That Chen went back and forth on this road for more than two hours before returning to the parking lot.

After entering the room, he took off all the clothes on his body, the warm air slid over his skin, and the cold air in his pores was exhaled bit by bit.

Before going to bed, he looked at the computer, Q was very quiet, and An He didn't reply.

He woke up very early the next day. Uncle Lu brought a three-month-old coyote over after returning home for the New Year. It was probably not tied properly. He ran outside his door early in the morning and barked for half an hour. There is no change of singing method, and the high-pitched bel canto is maintained.

Na Chen got up helplessly, found a bowl, poured half a bowl of milk, took it outside, and put it in front of the dog.

The dog leaned over and sniffed it vigilantly, lowered its head and drank vigorously, licked its nose in satisfaction after drinking, turned and left.

That Chen went back to the room and took a toothbrush and towel to wash up. When he passed the computer, he stopped. He left the computer on. After shaking the mouse, the screen turned on.

The dialogue box with Dry Stir-Fried Lentils is still there, and the profile picture of Dry Stir-Fried Lentils is still gray, with only my own words on it.

He came back after washing, sat in front of the computer and typed a word in front of his two words in a daze for a long time.

Scared to death↙伱: Tomorrow is my birthday, are you free? Treat you to dinner, I will cook

At that time, I went to the city, went to the supermarket for more than two hours, and bought a lot of vegetables and seasonings. The pots and pans in the parking lot are quite complete. You can ask Uncle Lu to borrow anything you don’t have, but he hasn’t had it for a long time. I'm serious about cooking, I'm a bit uncertain, and I've been thinking about what to do all the way.

Back at the parking lot, the avatar of Stir-Fried Lentils still didn’t light up on the computer, and there was no reply to the message he sent. Nachen took out his phone, flipped through the phone book, hesitated for a while, and then put it down.

He went back to bed and lay down for a while, and slept for more than an hour in a daze. At that time, he got up to wash and tidy up the dishes, but he still didn't receive any reply from An He on Q.

Nachen felt a little unspeakable, sitting on the plush carpet with his mobile phone and turning it up and down.

He is very familiar with this feeling. In the past so many years, this feeling of constant anticipation and constant disappointment is his most familiar experience.

He opened the phone book on the phone, closed it, opened it again, and closed it again, An He's name flashed on the screen.

Just send a text message, or make a phone call.

But he dared not.

He suddenly began to regret that he wanted to spend his birthday with An He so stupidly.

He turned off the computer, put all the vegetables back into the bag and put them away, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Can't sleep, but don't want to move either.

Just lying there until after eleven o'clock in the evening, Na Chen sat up and looked at the clock on the phone.

When the numbers jumped to 00:00, he threw the phone on the floor and back it on the pillow.

"Happy birthday, Xiao Chenchen."