Na Chen cleared the unfinished dishes on the table and changed the tablecloth. The checkered pattern was very beautiful in color and the thick texture made people feel very comfortable. >> Elegant＞Wen8＿﹎w=w`w=.`y=a=w·en8
An He looked at the small shortbread, hawthorn tea and a plate of small tomatoes on the table and asked, "Can you make shortbread?"
"I bought this," Na Chen smiled, "It takes too much time to make pastry."
"Do you really like making these, snacks, dishes and so on." An He took a sip of hawthorn tea, which was quite refreshing.
"Not bad," Na Chen also took a sip, tapping his fingers on the table, "I have to do something to kill time."
An He smiled, listened to the sound of Na Chen's fingertips jumping, lit a cigarette and took a puff, watching the smoke slowly drifting upwards and entangled between the lights above the dining table.
"I don't know if he can be considered an ex-boyfriend. When I met him, I was a sophomore and had a girlfriend." An He held a cigarette in his mouth and frowned. This matter would make him uncomfortable whenever he thought about it, let alone talk about it. He couldn't organize his words for a long time.
It was even more uncomfortable than his first teaching trial after graduation.
"Did you have a boyfriend at that time?" Na Chen asked.
"No, that was my third girlfriend," An He narrowed his eyes. The smoke made him want to cry. He smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "At that time, I was looking forward to finding a wife and having a little baby."
Na Chen slid down on the back of the chair, tilted his head, supported his forehead with his fingers, and looked at him very attentively: "Your girlfriend is very beautiful, right?"
"Yeah, beautiful." An He nodded.
"And then?"
What happened next? An He stared at the cigarette in his hand. The pain on the back of his hand, which he had previously ignored, began to become more obvious, exploding in his heart.
"Later I got to know him. He was a year older than me and in the same department as me." An He took a sip of tea.
"What department? Politics?" Na Chen interrupted.
"No, psychology." An He smiled.
"No wonder..." Na Chen sighed and lit a cigarette, "Do you still think about me sometimes?"
"I'll think about it when you're particularly annoying." An He raised his teacup.
Na Chen came over with his cup and clinked it with his: "We are getting off topic. What's next?"
An He lowered his head, pinched the cup, and gently placed it on the table. He picked it up again, and put it down again. After several times, he put down the cup and took a breath: "He and I have a lot in common, the same hobbies, the same topics, the same views... and he is very good at taking care of people. To be more precise, he is very good at spoiling people."
"I understand," Na Chen curled his lips, "You just fell in love without knowing it, right?"
"More or less. My girlfriend was breaking up with me at that time, and he was like a life-saving straw. I told him everything." An He sighed softly. Yes, he would still tell others about his own affairs at that time.
"It was he who caused the breakup, right?" Na Chen curled his lips, somewhat disdainful.
"…Who knows?" An He smiled helplessly.
"Then what?"
"And then?" An He bit his lip. "Nothing else. We went to bed and broke up."
Na Chen raised his eyebrows, seemed a little surprised, and was silent for a long time before suddenly looking up and shouting, "Ha!"
An He was about to put out his cigarette, but was startled by his sudden shout and almost threw it into the cup: "What are you doing!"
"Nothing," Na Chen stood up and stuffed a small tomato into his mouth, "I just found out that I actually like men and then I mustered up the courage to face it, and then he just wanted to have sex with me?"
An He raised his head and looked at Na Chen, then clapped his hands for a long time: "What a good summary."
He was not sure whether Na Chen knew the definition of a flipper, but he did not want to continue to peel off his scars.
"Did you have a boyfriend later?" Na Chen sat on the edge of the table in front of him.
"I had one, but we broke up." An He bit into a small tomato and felt the sweet and sour taste in his mouth was very good. He slowly came back to his senses from his previous dullness and felt relieved.
"Why?" Na Chen asked.
An He glanced at him and said, "You don't feel safe, do you? You have to be on guard against men and women."
Na Chen didn't continue the topic. He took An He's hand and looked at it: "It's still swollen."
"It should be fine tomorrow," An He pulled his hand back, "By the way, I forgot to give you your things. They're in my coat pocket."
"Hmm?" Na Chen jumped off the table, went to the living room to get his coat, took out the red stone chain from his pocket, and smiled, "I made this myself."
"Bloodstone?" An He stood up. The clock in the living room struck half past nine.
"It's just an ordinary stone. I picked it up because it has a nice color. I polished it, painted it, and drilled a hole in it." Na Chen put the chain back on his neck and checked the time. "Are you going back? Cinderella."
"Yes, Your Highness. I have to get up early tomorrow because school starts." An He took the coat from him and put it on.
"Where are your crystal shoes?" Na Chen suddenly squatted down and grabbed his calf.
"Shit," An He laughed, and after feeling around for a while, he pulled out a pack of tissues and threw them on the ground, "Here it is."
"Cinderella, your life is really hard," Na Chen picked up the tissue and looked at it with a smile, "I'll get you a bigger pair later."
Na Chen didn't keep An He any longer. He sent him to the underground garage and then sat in the passenger seat.
"What do you mean?" An He got in the car and looked at him.
"I'll take you to the gate and help you give your exit card to the security guard. I'm afraid you can't get out without the card extender." Na Chen looked ahead and said slowly.
"Hey..." An He started the car, "Why are you the same as the security guard in our community? When will this end?"
"You know, the fly swatter is too inconsistent with your usual temperament. I don't think I can finish it within a year." Na Chen smiled and slapped his hands on the roof of the car. "I'll discuss with Li Fan and make a fly swatter song for you. I'll notify you to come and watch the performance. I'll wave my green wings and look for your breath..."
Na Chen sang the last two sentences casually, but the tune was unexpectedly nice. An He couldn't help but look at him.
"How about it?"
“…Thank you.”
The neighborhood was quite quiet, the kind of quiet that comes only after the Chinese New Year. The occasional sparse sound of firecrackers, the red confetti that had melted into the snow on both sides of the road, and the faint smell of gunpowder all revealed the loneliness after the hustle and bustle.
An He's mood today is a little bumpy, which is quite consistent with the current atmosphere at the end of the year.
Back in the house, he followed Na Chen's instructions and soaked the towel in water and threw it into the refrigerator. After it was frozen, he placed it on his hand to reduce the swelling.
Then he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
Television is a magical tool. For An He, those boring and messy programs can quickly pull him back from other states and return to the normal rhythm of life.
For example, the current situation.
The state of inexplicably digging out the scar that had been weighing on my heart.
It’s hard to say how painful it was, and I even had a vague sense of pleasure that “I don’t know how the exam results will be, but I finally finished the exam.”
But Anhe was a little uneasy about such changes. Any change would make him uncomfortable.
Even if he changed his posture after sitting for a long time, his blood would rush for a few seconds, not to mention the uneventful life he had carefully maintained for many years.
In order to ensure that he would have enough energy the next day, An He took a tranquilizer before going to bed and fell asleep quickly.
He originally thought that what he saw during the day would appear in his dreams at night, so he would have something disturbing in his dreams. However, he slept until dawn, and his biological clock dutifully woke him up at daybreak.
An He stretched out on the bed with his eyes half closed. He propped his head with his hands and hit the bed. The dull pain on the back of his hand suddenly made him wake up from his half-awake state. He could even raise his arms and shout: "Ah—hiss—"
The hand was not as red as last night, but turned green with a red edge. It was still a little swollen. An He tried to move his fingers. They were still flexible, but it hurt a little like a muscle being pulled.
This meal was really meaningful.
An He didn't have much feeling when he returned to school after an absence of 20 days. He just found the half-dead students around him quite interesting. There was also a group of students in the classroom who were hunched over the desks copying their homework with great effort.
An He stood behind **, and the boy was also copying. An He knew it was Xu Jingyao's handwriting just by looking at the handwriting. Xu Jingyao's handwriting was powerful, not like that of a little girl, and was somewhat similar to Na Chen's handwriting.
"How much is left?" An He leaned over and asked.
"Half a copy," he replied without looking up. "Don't bother me."
"Do you want me to help you?" An He asked.
"You..." ** looked up at him impatiently and was stunned, "Mr. An?"
"There's still half an hour left. Is it still in time?" An He flipped through his notebook.
"What's there to be afraid of? I don't believe that the teacher reads every page of every book," **tutted, "How can I read it? It's all copied anyway..."
"You have a lot to say. How about we chat first?" An He moved the person in the front seat of the car away and sat down.
"Hey, Mr. An, isn't it okay that I was wrong? I definitely won't cheat again during the summer vacation. Please forgive me now, I'll be done soon!" ** looked at him with a melancholy face and clasped his fists.
"Look at Xu Jingyao, do you have the nerve to pursue her?" An He said in a low voice, stood up and walked to the podium.
The ** behind him held his breath for a long time before shouting: "Fuck!"
An He turned around and pointed at him: "Come to my office after the opening ceremony and talk to me about what you are relying on this winter vacation."
After the ceremony, ** and several restless students in the class were taken to An He's office. An He didn't plan to say any nonsense like "study hard as the new semester has begun" or something like that. He wanted them to say these words themselves, as they could express them better and more comprehensively than any teacher.
An He asked what they did during the winter break, got a glimpse of their plans for the break, then waved his hand and said, "Go home and catch up on your sleep. You can't be late starting tomorrow."
After a few students left, An He packed up his things and prepared to go eat something.
He ran into Principal Jiang at the school gate. He greeted him and was about to leave, but Principal Jiang waved his hand and said, "Teacher An, shall we go eat?"
"Yeah," An He nodded and said casually, "Principal Jiang, are you coming with us?"
"Okay, let's go together," Principal Jiang responded quickly, "The beef noodle shop at the intersection?"
An He regretted what he said as soon as he finished speaking. He knew why Principal Jiang was so willing to have dinner with him.
As expected, as soon as the beef noodles were served, Principal Jiang said, "How are you thinking about the psychological counseling room I told you about last semester?"
An He's hands were already hurting, and after hearing this, he almost couldn't even hold the chopsticks: "Principal Jiang, I really can't..."
"Young man, you should be more motivated," Principal Jiang said with a sigh. "Among this group of young teachers, you are the one who is closer to students, has a professional background, and has a stronger sense of responsibility. What do you think you are doing by taking the counselor's certificate?"
An He didn't say anything. As for the counselor's certificate, everyone majoring in psychology took the exam when they graduated, so he just took it.
"Please think about it carefully. I hope you can take it." Principal Jiang lowered his head and drank a mouthful of soup, closing his eyes and savoring it for a while. "The soup here is authentic."
Principal Jiang mentioned the idea of setting up a psychological counseling room in the school last semester, but An He really didn't want to do it. It was laborious and didn't make any money. The normal hourly fee was just a dozen yuan. And Principal Jiang didn't mean for it to be a formality, but to make something serious happen. An He felt a headache just thinking about it.
After Principal Jiang gave him an ideological mobilization and he finished his beef noodles, he paid the bill and left in a leisurely manner.
An He was very depressed for the next few days. He probably couldn't push off this job. He was already annoyed enough with those problem students in his class, and now he had to add other things to it. It was simply unbearable to think about.
I have a lot of problems that I haven't solved yet, and sometimes I have to be upset because of my crazy classmate Nachen.
Besides, this is not just a matter of targeting a student who has a problem. It involves many aspects, including the people around him, the cooperation of teachers and parents...
"Ah..." An He kicked the desk with his legs, leaned his chair back against the wall, stared at the ceiling and sighed.
There were still fifteen minutes before school was over. An He stood up and strolled out of the office, going downstairs, intending to visit the classroom. It had only been a week since school started, and the students were acting like they had been tortured for months without food. They could even snore and smack their lips during class.
When he went down to the second floor and turned the corner, he saw a boy standing with his face against the wall, carrying a schoolbag, and a few scattered textbooks on the ground.
An He went over, picked up the book and stuffed it back into his schoolbag. The boy seemed to be frightened. He looked at him in panic, then quickly turned his face back and continued to face the wall, muttering something under his breath, but no one could hear what he was saying.
"School is almost over, let's go back to the classroom." An He patted his shoulder and went downstairs.
This student is a sophomore in high school and has been like this for some time. He is introverted and often bullied. Many times he can be seen standing on the stairs on a certain floor of the office and talking to the wall.
At the beginning, there were teachers who tried to inquire about the situation, but after a long time, no one cared. At least staying here, I won’t be beaten by other students. But if I continue like this, I will definitely be asked to drop out this semester.
An He sighed softly.
When it comes to problem students, there are them in every class. It just depends on whether you attach importance to them or not, whether you simply classify them as troublesome or are willing to analyze and solve them one by one.
When walking to the door of his class, An He saw someone leaning against the corridor to look at the scenery. When he heard his footsteps, the person turned around, covered his mouth with a tissue and called him, "Mr. An."
This is a student in his class, named Li Le, who is very pretty and fair-skinned, but... An He stood at the stairs and hooked his finger at him: "Come here."
Li Le came over holding a tissue: "What's the matter?"
"Why are you standing here? Looking out?" An He looked at him.
"I don't like staying in the classroom," Li Le frowned, "Those guys are acting crazy again."
"How did you smoke it?"
"You touched my butt and pinched my face!" Li Le turned around and looked towards the classroom in displeasure. He said it in a casual tone, but his eyes said otherwise. "You hooligan!"
"I'm not saying anything," An He pointed at Li Le's face, "Can you come to school without makeup?"
"Mr. An, are you discriminating based on sexual orientation?" Li Le glared at him.
"I'm not discriminating. I'm just telling you that students can't wear makeup. If you want to wear makeup, wait until after school," An He pointed to the sink at the end of the corridor, "I'll give you three minutes to wash your face."
Li Le touched his face and looked at him with disdain: "Boss An, you need to use makeup remover oil..."
"You must have brought hand cream, so use that and wash it," An He took out a bottle of hand cream from Li Le's pocket and put it in his hand, "If they dare to... have a seizure again when you are not wearing makeup, I will deal with them for you."
Li Le sighed and walked towards the pool reluctantly.
An He entered the classroom. The leader of "that gang" that Li Le mentioned was **. He walked directly to **'s seat, bent down and pressed his hand on **'s neck. ** was playing with his cell phone and was startled by his press. He was about to scold her, but when he turned around and saw it was him, he quickly stuffed the phone into the drawer.
"Are you itching for skin?" An He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Are you planning to give it to me?"
"I promise I won't bring it tomorrow." ** blocked the drawer with his arm.
Just as An He was about to speak, the bell rang. The class suddenly became lively, as if water was boiling. There was the sound of schoolbags hitting the desks. An He stood up and said, "Are you reborn?"
"Yes-ah-" someone said with a long laugh.
An He didn't say much, just pointed at ** and said, "You stay."
"Ah?" ** was stunned, "I stay again?"
Several boys in the front row turned around and smiled at me. An He pointed at them one by one and sat down in the seat next to them: "And all of you, stay and talk to me for a while."
After everyone in the class had left, An He looked at the few boys who stayed behind and said, "Let's get straight to the point. Do you know what respecting others means?"
Several men were stunned, and the first one asked, "What do you mean?"
"Did Li Le provoke you? How dare he go after others with his hands and mouth?" An He looked at him, "I know you think he is a bitch, but what does it have to do with you whether he is a bitch or not? What do you think of him as a bitch?"
"Hey!" ** shouted, "I just can't stand him. A man with old makeup and eyeliner that looks like a panda."
"I think you are upset, did I beat you?" Anhe snorted.
"Boss An, you..."
"You are not stupid, so I don't need to speak too harshly," An He stood up, "Everyone has his own personality. There are people you don't like, and there are people who don't like you. Learning to be tolerant will not make you embarrassed, understand?"
** sighed: "I understand."
"If you understand, then get out of here. Don't let me see you guys getting into trouble with Li Le again," An He waved his hand and walked out of the classroom. "Men should just live a little more generously, okay?"
When he went back to the office to pack up his things and came out, there were not many people in the school. An He stretched.
When I went downstairs, the boy who was facing the wall had moved to another place and was walking slowly out along the wall on the first floor of the office building, muttering to himself.
An He walked past him and glanced inside the principal's office when passing by. He saw that Principal Jiang had not left yet and was busy typing something on the computer. He stopped at the door for a few seconds and walked out of the school gate quickly.
Maybe he will talk to Principal Jiang tomorrow.
The sidewalk leading to the parking lot next to the door was full of electric bikes, so An He had to walk to the side of the road. It was just after get off work, and the honking of cars was deafening, which was annoying.
He walked not far with his head down when he heard a horn behind him that he could no longer bear. He even walked on the sewer cover, and the sound of the horn never stopped. He turned his head away in annoyance.
"I thought I'd deafened you by hitting your hand." Na Chen sat on the Bombardier and looked at him with a smile on his face.
"Why are you here?" An He was stunned. "Are you looking for Xu Jingyao or me?"
"I'm looking for you," Na Chen stared at his hands, "I asked an old Chinese doctor to prescribe some medicine for you to soak your hands."
The author has something to say: I don’t know how many people will read this chapter today, hahaha, everyone is probably eating New Year’s Eve dinner~
Happy New Year to everyone! May you have new harvests in the new year, be happy, everything goes well, and may all your wishes come true! Muah~
See you on the second day of the Lunar New Year ~ have fun!
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