An He didn't know when he fell asleep. Normally, he wouldn't fall asleep in the car, but the atmosphere today was relaxing, and he was a little tired from playing in the city and jumping, so he didn't even know he fell asleep. > Yawen Bar＿w·w`w`.`y·a=w=e=n=8(放放影fangfdy)
He was suddenly awakened until someone knocked on the car window. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a beam of light coming from outside and swinging back and forth in the car.
He quickly opened the car window and the face of the security guard at the door appeared outside the window.
"Teacher An, are you two okay?" The security guard waved his hand over his face. "Aren't you afraid of gas poisoning if you sleep in the car without turning off the engine?"
"Gas? I left a crack in my car window. It's okay. Sorry," An He covered his eyes with his hands. "I'll go up right away."
"Where's that guy? Is he okay?" The security guard conscientiously shone his hand on Na Chen's face, then went to the window and sniffed, "There's no smell of alcohol, why is he sleeping so soundly..."
"I'll tell him to get up, thank you," An He turned around and pushed Na Chen, "Da Qi."
"Then go back quickly. It's so cold. I'm leaving now," said the security guard.
"Thank you." An He pushed Na Chen and smiled at the security guard.
Na Chen rubbed his eyes and sat up, still a little dazed leaning against the car door, and spoke with a nasal voice: "I fell asleep?"
"Well," An He checked the time, "I slept for more than an hour. It's past two o'clock."
"What about you?" Na Chen leaned forward with his arms and came closer to him: "Give me a kiss, Grandpa."
"I fell asleep too. I woke up when the security guard came and knocked on the window." An He looked back in the direction the security guard left. He could no longer see the hand light. He tilted his head and kissed Na Chen on the mouth. "It's quite late. Do you want to go upstairs and sleep?"
"No, I can't sleep at your place." Na Chen turned around, took the big bear from the back seat, opened the packaging bag, and jumped out of the car holding it. "I'll take my son back."
"Your son?" An He followed the car. The temperature outside the car was much lower. He shrank his neck and saw that Chen was standing very comfortably in the cold wind. "What's your son's name?"
“Na Pat Pat,” Na Chen hugged the bear, raised one of its arms and waved it at him, “Hello, my name is Na Pat Pat.”
"So what? Pat? What are you photographing?" An He accompanied Na Chen to get his car.
"Hit the fly with a swatter." Na Chen curled his lips.
"It's gone!" An He shouted.
"I wave my green wings, looking for your breath..." Na Chen sang softly, ran to his car in two steps, stepped on it, and put the bear behind him.
"How do I hold this?" An He helped him hold the bear. The bear was quite big and sat on the back seat like a child, but it fell down as soon as he let go.
"It's simple," Na Chen untied the long scarf around his neck, wrapped it around his neck and the bear's neck twice, and tied it up, "That's it."
"You..." An He was a little speechless and patted the bear's head. "Okay, drive slower."
"Okay, I'll text you when I get there." Na Chen started the car, turned it around and drove out. From behind, it looked like a bear was driving, and he drove without a handlebar.
An He didn't stay in the building for long. After Na Chen turned the corner, he ran back to the building. After entering the house and turning on the heater, he fell on the sofa, feeling tired and sleepy.
He washed his face hastily, changed into pajamas and went to bed. Na Chen's text message came when he was about to start dreaming.
I'm home, and the Milky Way can be seen from the secret base tonight.
Let’s watch the Milky Way with Paipai, good night.
An He replied to the text message, and his sleepiness dissipated a little. He got back into bed, lifted a corner of the curtain and took a look outside.
Without the Milky Way, the night sky in the city is always dark gray. Due to the light pollution, the Milky Way is not worth seeing, and the moon is not very common. The occasional bright star is definitely an airplane.
Angel closed the curtains, returned to bed, wrapped himself in the quilt and closed his eyes.
The next day, Na Chen worked for the teacher and didn't look for him, so An He got into work mode. This week was not an easy one, so he had to cheer up. Although he didn't skip sleep when he was busy, he still forgot to eat. He didn't have breakfast or lunch. When he got home in the evening, he cooked a bowl of instant noodles with the meat that Na Chen had marinated but not fried. It tasted pretty good.
When he was curled up on the sofa watching a movie after eating, Na Chen called him.
"Busy?" An He answered.
"Well, I'm running so hard," Na Chen seemed to be eating, and his voice was a little vague, "What are you doing?"
"Kanying, are you eating?" An He glanced at the instant noodle box he threw into the trash can.
"I made a pot of red wine chicken wings," Na Chen smiled, "Do you want to eat?"
"No, eating in the middle of the night will make you fat." An He sighed, stood up from the sofa, opened the refrigerator and looked around. There was nothing to eat.
"What are you going to eat tomorrow morning?"
"Can we not keep talking about food?"
"Is it just instant noodles again?" Na Chen's tone was full of gloating. He laughed for a long time before saying, "The beef sauce I bought that day is in the kitchen. Go find it. Don't use the seasoning packet of instant noodles. Just cook the noodles and mix them with the sauce. Add two drops of sesame oil."
The next morning, An He mixed the instant noodles according to Na Chen's instructions. He tasted it and found that the beef jerky noodles tasted good. He sent a text message to Na Chen, saying that the instant noodles tasted delicious when mixed like this.
Na Chen didn't reply to his message. An He looked at the time and thought that half of the lovely college students were probably still curled up in bed.
He went out with some materials he would use for this week's psychology class.
When he entered the school gate, he ran into ** who was stuffing two bags with great enthusiasm. ** saw him and ran over, biting a mouthful of bags and yelled at him: "Mr. An!"
"Eat before talking, and don't spray it in my face." An He pushed him.
"Mr. An, I remembered something." ** followed him into the school while eating a bun.
"What's the matter?" An He asked, glancing at **'s face.
"On Sunday night," ** took a bite of the bag, "the guy with you..."
When An He heard this, he paused for a moment before continuing to move forward. He knew that based on **'s personality, this matter would not be so easy to get through. Besides, this kid always felt that he and he had a very close relationship.
But An He was also somewhat fortunate that the person he met that day was **.
"What's wrong?" An He asked.
"Is that Xu Jingyao's cousin?" ** stuffed the last bite of the bag into his mouth and swallowed it hard. "I said that he looked familiar that day, and then I thought, isn't he Xu Jingyao's brother? He came to attend a parent-teacher conference for her and rode a donkey upside down, no, a tricycle upside down. I remember it very clearly. I was looking at the car when he came over and asked if I wanted to take a ride or something..."
**After hearing all this, An He's hands felt a little cold. They were never warm to begin with, and putting them in his pockets didn't make any difference.
He didn't expect that ** could still remember Na Chen. Perhaps because he was still obsessed with Xu Jingyao, he remembered the people and things related to Xu Jingyao much more clearly than his classmates.
"Yes," An He nodded, "It's her cousin."
"Sure enough, if this was someone else's cousin, I probably wouldn't be able to remember whether it was a boy or a girl. This is the power of love." ** rubbed the plastic bag and sighed. >﹏雅文8w=ww=.·
"My cousins are all men," An He patted his shoulder, "Love is indeed powerful."
"Who cares if it's a boy or a girl?" ** waved his hand, chuckled twice, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Boss An, don't worry."
"What?" An He looked at him, his face showing no reaction, but his heart skipped a beat for a few seconds.
"I will keep it a secret for you. I won't tell anyone about this," he clenched his fist, "I can't guarantee it for others, but I will keep my promise to you."
An He smiled, but before he could say anything, ** had already run towards the teaching building with his bag.
An He stared at the courseware in the office and took ten minutes to adjust his mood.
He didn't say much to **, nor did he plan to say anything more. It was obvious that he had seen something from **'s attitude. No matter what ** thought, he didn't plan to do anything now.
First, if he really kept arguing with his students about this, his identity would be suspicious. Second,...
Aren’t you tired
Na Chen's words flashed through his mind over and over again.
He stood up and stretched, took some tea leaves from his colleague's desk to make himself a cup of tea, and started Teacher An's work week.
The first psychology class was quite successful. An He did not say a single profound truth in this class. He just sat casually next to the podium. The students in the classroom stayed where they wanted. He talked like a chat for the whole class. However, the students were all very serious and no one used this time to doze off or play with their cell phones.
When An He asked them to talk about whatever was bothering them, the students' active attitude towards speaking made An He laugh: "If you were this enthusiastic in class, the teacher would be so excited that he would cry."
Principal Jiang stood at the back door of the classroom. Perhaps worried that he would make the students uncomfortable, he did not enter the classroom.
An He glanced at him, Jiang Xiao nodded, turned and left.
But for An He, this class is not easy at all. He has to observe students' reactions and deal with all kinds of confusing or tricky questions. Apart from the same courseware, each of his classes must have something different so that students can communicate with each other. It doesn't matter for other classes, but if this kind of class is all the same, some students will probably find it boring.
In addition to having to attend his own classes, An He felt that he had lost weight when he looked at the large mirror in the corridor for the past three days.
"Mr. An." Someone called him from behind when he returned to the office.
"Hmm?" An He turned around. It was a boy from the next class. He was gentle and quiet. An He couldn't remember his name at all. "What's the matter?"
"Is that counseling room in school real?" the boy looked at him.
"It's true," An He paused. The consulting room had been set up for a few days, but no students had come yet. It would take some time for students to slowly accept this. "Do you want to go and have a chat?"
"Well, have you started receiving customers?" The boy lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
An He laughed and said, "To receive the guests, just come here."
"When will you be here?" the boy also laughed.
"Come over during the third period in the afternoon." An He patted his shoulder.
While An He was waiting in the consultation room, he finally remembered the boy's name: Yu Lei.
He took out his cell phone and set it to vibrate. Someone was knocking on the door outside.
The door was not locked, but An He still stood up and opened it. Yu Lei stood outside the door nervously.
"Come in," An He waved. After Yu Lei came in, he closed the door and pointed to the sofa. "Sit there. It's comfortable."
Yu Lei sat upright on the sofa with his hands clasped together.
An He sat opposite him, leaning against the sofa and resting his arms on the backrest in a relaxed manner: "Are you guys studying on your own this period?"
"Well, write the test paper. I couldn't write it anyway, so I came over." Yu Lei glanced at him and leaned back.
An He smiled, got up and poured him a glass of water: "Then you should bring your bag over, and then go home directly after chatting."
"I still have to go back to the classroom to wait for someone." Yu Lei took the cup and said in a low voice.
The voice was very low. An He knew that this was probably why Yu Lei came to "chat". He sat back on the sofa and asked casually, "Waiting for your girlfriend?"
"… No," Yu Lei shook his head, his voice lowered, and after a long silence, he looked up at An He, "Mr. An, will you tell Teacher He? I want to talk to you."
"You came to me, Teacher He must know, but no one else will know what you said to me except the two of us." An He slowed down his voice.
Yu Lei glanced at him and said nothing.
For nearly fifteen minutes, Yu Lei kept sipping water from a paper cup without saying a word.
An He didn't ask any questions or say anything. He just turned on the music and sat quietly on the sofa, staring blankly at Yu Lei.
Twenty minutes later, Yu Lei finished drinking the water in the cup, got up to get another one, took a big sip, and looked up at An He: "I think I'm a pervert."
An He changed his sitting position and sat up straighter. He had a lot of classes today and was a little tired, but he had to concentrate on this one-on-one conversation: "How did you come up with this theory?"
"What do you think is perverted?" Yu Lei pinched the paper cup.
"Compared to normal," An He thought for a moment, "this is a neutral word."
"But I am that kind of pervert with a derogatory meaning." Yu Lei stared at him.
"Is that so?" An He smiled. "Can you tell me so I can judge what kind of pervert you are?"
Yu Lei fell silent again, staring at the paper cup in a daze.
An He's pocket vibrated. It was a cell phone, probably a text message, but he ignored it.
Yu Lei was still silent. An He's phone vibrated again. This time it was not a text message, but a message coming in. It vibrated for a long time before stopping.
"Mr. An, do you think homosexuality is disgusting?" Yu Lei suddenly asked, "Is it perverted?"
"Homosexuality is neither a perversion nor a mental illness," An He said. The phone in his pocket vibrated again, but he didn't answer it.
"No?" Yu Lei was a little surprised.
"Well, there is no homosexuality in our country's classification of mental disorders." An He nodded. If this was Yu Lei's problem, it would be relatively easy for him to guide him.
"Oh." Yu Lei didn't show any relief when he heard this, and he kept pinching the paper cup.
An He looked at his movements and expressions. Yu Lei's problem was not just this. He waited patiently for Yu Lei to continue.
The phone began to vibrate in his pocket for the third time, and An He reached into his pocket to turn off the phone.
If Yu Lei was replaced by **, he would respond to this statement indifferently, but there was no trust between him and Yu Lei, and he could not let Yu Lei feel that he did not care about this matter at this time.
"But I'm much more perverted than this." Yu Lei said, his expression changed, with a hint of provocation in his nervousness.
"Do you mind if I listen? Let an outsider make the final judgment." An He's voice remained relaxed, neither hurried nor slow.
"I talk to a girl every night," Yu Lei said, and his nervous expression disappeared. He looked at An He as if to challenge him, "Do you know what it is, Mr. An?"
"I know." An He's voice remained steady.
"She had a girlfriend before," Yu Lei said, "We talked every day."
"You two are quite talkative. I just want to sleep when I get home." An He smiled.
"Let's not talk about it, let's talk about making love," Yu Lei raised his eyebrows, "Boss An, is this considered abnormal?"
An He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly said, "Don't label yourself casually."
Yu Lei was silent again.
An He leaned on the sofa and looked at him. He didn't expect that he would meet such a student on his first "client service". Yu Lei didn't seem to be confused or in need of help. Maybe he just needed recognition and a talk, so he didn't say anything. An He didn't plan to speak for the time being.
When the school bell rang, Yu Lei stood up and asked, "Can I come tomorrow?"
"You can come over as long as I don't have classes," An He said.
An He packed up his things and slowly drank a cup of hot water in the office before packing up and walking out of the school gate. As he walked towards the parking lot, he turned on his cell phone.
Several missed calls were from Na Chen, and there was also a text message.
What time do you work
An He lowered his head and quickly dialed Na Chen's number.
"My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment..." Familiar music sounded in the front.
An He raised his head suddenly and found Na Chen sitting in his eye-catching Bombardier, parked on the side of the road at the entrance of the parking lot, looking at him.
"Why are you here?" An He looked around quickly, "If I see you again..."
"Who?" Na Chen frowned.
"The kid who was chasing after Xu Jingyao, recognized you as her brother," An He sighed. It seemed meaningless to tell Na Chen about this. Na Chen simply couldn't understand his feelings. "What do you want from me?"
"Can't I find you if I have nothing to do?" Na Chen raised his eyebrows, a little unhappy, and said in a loud voice, "Uncle An, we are in a relationship. People in a relationship only look for each other for one reason: I miss you."
"Okay, okay, keep your voice down," An He patted him and quickly squeezed his shoulder, "I just didn't expect you to come over so suddenly and scared me."
"If you hadn't said no, would I have come here to wait?" Na Chen sighed and handed him a bag. "I had something to do tonight, so I made you some red wine chicken wings and said I would bring them to you on the way. If you hadn't said no, I would have come here to wait."
"Chicken wings?" An He was a little surprised.
"Well, when I mentioned eating chicken wings the other day, I could almost hear you swallowing your saliva," Na Chen glanced at him, "You looked pitiful."
"Thank you." An He took the bag and saw a thermos bucket inside.
"You..." Na Chen glanced at him and started the car, "Can you be less polite?"
"How many are there?" An He weighed the thermos.
"Ten. My pot isn't big enough."
"Ten are not enough to eat anything. I finished them all in one night. What will I eat tomorrow morning? What use do I have for you?" An He glared at him. "Is that okay?"
Na Chen was stunned for a moment, then he laughed so hard that he leaned on the handlebars: "Okay, that's great, uncle, you are the cutest like this."
After Na Chen left, An He sat in the car holding the thermos, and was stunned for a long time without starting the car.
He was very tired today, and even more tired after serving the customer. And when he thought that Yu Lei would come again, he was so tired that he wanted to hang himself on the steering wheel with his teeth.
These things made him feel surprised when he saw Na Chen, and there was no room for any other emotions in his mind.
fall in love…
I miss you.
An He leaned on the steering wheel and thought about how he had fallen in love in the past and what kind of mood he felt when he was in love
I can't even remember it.
The author has something to say: OMG, I just coded this chapter at 7:30 today, it was so fast... I will check for typos later.
I really shouldn't have taken the job in Mr. An's consulting room. All I come into contact with every day is all kinds of psychological garbage and negative energy⊙▽⊙.
Continue on Monday.