When An He saw the photo of two men standing close together, he knew what was going on.
One of the men in the photo was him, but what he didn't expect was that the other one was not Na Chen.
yes*.
The first photo shows * with his back to the camera and him facing the camera, with half of his face blocked by *, but you can still tell it's him.
What made him feel cold was that the angle of the photo was very clever, * looked very close to him, almost sticking to him in an ambiguous way, * had her head slightly tilted, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were kissing.
The other photo shows him standing on the roadside watching her get into a taxi.
In this photo, * is facing forward, and both faces are clearly visible, as if to prove that the people in the first photo are him and *.
"Teacher An, if I'm not mistaken, this is you and the students in your class, right?" Principal Jiang sat on a chair and looked at him.
"Yes." An He nodded. * was a troublemaker, and almost all the teachers and students in the school knew him.
Principal Jiang coughed lightly and said, "Please sit down and let's talk about this."
An He put the photo down, and when he sat down, his legs felt weak and he almost fell into the chair.
At this moment, he only had time to be thankful that the day he met * was not in Ye Ge.
"Principal Jiang," An He pinched his brows. In just a few minutes, he was shocked, angry, confused, and flustered. All these chaotic emotions made him not know what to say for a while, but his first reaction was to take * out first, "This has nothing to do with *. I just ran into him when I came out. Besides, * is chasing Xu Jingyao and everyone in the school knows it."
"Is that so?" Principal Jiang took the photo and looked down at it. After a long while, he asked, "Do you mind if I ask?"
An He was silent. This matter had nothing to do with *. He really didn't want to drag students into his troubles. After a while, he spoke: "To be honest, I mind, but if you feel it is necessary to ask, I hope you can be careful about the way you ask. Children at this stage are sensitive."
Principal Jiang looked up at him and said, "I understand."
"Principal Jiang, I'm a little confused right now. There's something wrong with the photo," An He frowned, "I need some time to figure it out..."
Principal Jiang didn't say anything and just looked at the photo in silence.
An He didn't say anything else. His head was buzzing and he was in a daze, unable to think.
What happened? Who did it? Why
"Teacher An, the photo doesn't look like it's been processed, but the angle of the photo is unclear. It's possible... or it's possible that they were just face to face." Principal Jiang put the photo down after a long time, leaned back in his chair, and looked at him. "Emotionally, I believe what you say. You have always been responsible for your students. It's unlikely that you would be with them... But rationally, I can only doubt it."
"I know." An He supported his forehead with his fingers. He suddenly felt very sleepy and was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes.
"Until the truth is revealed, leave the photos with me," Principal Jiang put the photos back into the envelope. "The school does not ask about teachers' private lives or sexual orientation. If it is a misunderstanding, that's the best. But if it really involves students, it is a question of professional ethics and the school will definitely not show any mercy. >> Elegant> Wen8＿﹎w=w`w=.`y=a=w·en8"
After coming out of the principal's office, An He did not return to his office, but went directly to the consultation room on the fifth floor.
After closing the door, he sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.
Sleepy. Still so sleepy that it's hard to open my eyes.
He took off his coat, his shirt was soaked, he lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes and forced himself to sort out the matter.
The first time I met * was the day when he and Nachen were dancing like crazy in SOS.
The person who took the photo is very smart. If he only sent a photo of Na Chen and him, it would not have much impact on him. The school generally does not interfere with the sexual orientation of teachers. This is a private matter, but if it involves students, the problem will be serious.
What An He couldn't understand was that this person didn't send the photo of him and Na Chen. If he wanted to take a photo, it would be too easy to take a photo of the two of them, and there would be no need for a borrowed position. It would be more clear if he sent the photo of him and * and also attached an intimate photo of him and Na Chen.
But this person didn't do that, why
An He opened his eyes with some difficulty, sat up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down.
He had never offended anyone, and only a few of his friends knew about his sexual orientation.
That Chen
An He frowned and looked at the cup in his hand.
There has been something wrong with Nachen recently, but I have been troubled by a lot of things during this period, and the pressure is so great that I don’t have the time to think about it.
If it was that Chen...
An He poured another glass of water and drank it. If Na Chen had caused any trouble...
This person knew Na Chen, and for some reason, he did not do the ugliest step.
warn
threaten
An He put down the cup, his hands numb from the cold.
If so, will there be a next step
What's next
"Fuck!" An He kicked the cabinet next to him hard.
After finishing three or four classes, An He didn't eat anything and went straight back to the counseling room, closed the door, and slept until a student knocked on the door during the second class in the afternoon.
After chatting with a boy for a long time, there was nothing wrong with this boy, he just needed someone to listen to him talk about his great invention. Although An He listened to almost a whole class and still didn't understand what his invention was, he probably knew that it was a magical device that could be used directly by circulating urine in the toilet and flowing out of the sink, but the boy still reached out his hand and shook his hand with satisfaction: "Mr. An, thank you for your understanding."
"You're welcome. You can come to me again next time when you need my understanding." An He smiled.
In the last class, An He walked around the class as usual, and then fell asleep on the table. His deskmate pushed him several times but failed to wake him up. An He couldn't help but say, "Let him sleep."
After get off work, he went to buy a mobile phone. When he arrived at the hospital, the nurse was wiping his grandfather's body. He went to the corridor and dialed Na Chen's number.
After it rang for a long time, Na Chen finally answered the phone, his voice a little hoarse: "Did you buy a mobile phone?"
"Well," An He leaned against the wall, "Are you sober?"
"I woke up, went back to the dormitory and slept until now..." Na Chen's voice was still tired, "How did you know I was drunk?"
"Li Fan answered the phone when I called you yesterday. Ya﹎＞>Wen Bar＞＞ ww=w-.-y=" An He walked to the window and lit a cigarette.
"What time did you call?" Na Chen pressed a few times on his phone. "Did you call that number? So late? Is there something wrong?"
"It's okay. I just saw your message saying you were going to the hospital." An He remembered the feeling he had last night when he wanted to see Na Chen and wanted him to be with him. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
"I... didn't go," Na Chen said softly, "I was delayed by something."
"Oh," An He smiled, "Are you free tonight?"
Na Chen seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he said, "When I'm free, do you want me to come over? Aren't you in the hospital?"
"I'll call you later when I get out of the hospital." An He thought for a while.
"Then I'll wait for your call."
An He hung up the phone, stared at the tree outside the window for a while with a cigarette in his mouth. Today was not the weekend, and he usually would not ask Na Chen to come out until the weekend. However, there was no happiness in Na Chen's tone.
What exactly happened
An He leaned against the windowsill. He felt as if he had walked ten miles with a heavy bag on his back, and it was so heavy that he could hardly stand.
"Let's go drink tonight." Na Chen called Li Fan.
"Still drinking?" Li Fan was stunned. "Didn't you drink enough last night?"
"Don't ask, just tell me whether you can come out or not." Na Chen sighed.
"Yes, my wife is on night shift and I have nothing to do. What time?"
"Eight o'clock hotpot city." Na Chen said.
"You are eating, not drinking..."
"Stop talking nonsense. Come over at 8 o'clock." Na Chen said and hung up the phone.
After lifting the quilt and sitting up for a few minutes, he fell back on the pillow, turned over and buried his face in the pillow. The strong feeling of wanting to cry made his chest ache.
He wanted to see An He very much. He didn't expect An He would suddenly look for him, but after a moment of happiness, he was overwhelmed by boredom.
He didn't know if Lei Bo had anyone following him, so he could only stay with Li Fan for two hours before going to see An He...
How did it turn out like this
Na Chen held the pillow until he could no longer breathe. Then he suddenly jumped up, went into the bathroom, washed his face, and stared at his slightly red eyes in the mirror.
"That's it," he gritted his teeth, "that's it."
He will go to find Lei Bo tomorrow. He doesn't care what Lei Bo wants to do.
Lei Bo gave him care and warmth during his most helpless years. Regardless of whether it was true or false, or why, he was grateful.
But now, his last bit of confusion about Lei Bo had been swept away. The almost suffocating days made him collapse, and the depression and confusion accumulated in his heart were unrelieved.
If you keep running forward, you will see the stars.
But he couldn't see ahead.
After coming out of the hospital, An He squatted on the steps at the hospital entrance and called Na Chen. Na Chen was quite noisy on the other end, so he had to raise his voice: "Where are you?"
"Hot Pot City! Come here!" Na Chen said.
An He heard the busy tone in the receiver and waved for a taxi helplessly.
We got off the car at the hotpot restaurant and were just about to pay when Na Chen ran out of the restaurant and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"I don't want to eat." An He turned his head and glanced at the hot pot restaurant. It was late, but there were still many customers and the place was bustling.
"Shall I order you another small pot?" Na Chen said, leaning over to touch his back. "Eat something. Why do you feel thinner?"
"I'm not eating anymore," An He looked at the people in the hot pot city and felt inexplicably annoyed, "Who are you with?"
"Li Fan, he will be gone soon," Na Chen whispered, "What's wrong? Or I can just let him go now..."
"No need. What's the point of chasing people away?" An He waved his hand. "That's not what I meant. I just... was annoyed by the noise."
He and Li Fan had finished their meal a long time ago and were just sitting there chatting. An He had no intention of eating, so Na Chen did not force him and went in to settle the bill.
After Li Fan left, he and An He stood face to face on the street.
"Let's find a quiet place to sit." An He looked around.
"There's a small cafe in front." Na Chen pointed, his heart sinking little by little. Although An He still spoke gently, he still sensitively noticed the subtle changes.
After sitting down in the cafe, Na Chen ordered a pot of coffee and stopped talking. He was afraid and he didn't dare to speak.
His nerves were stretched to the limit, and he was even suddenly a little afraid to hear An He speak.
After the coffee was served, An He picked up the sugar bag and slowly poured it into the cup. After pouring the whole bag of sugar, he called Na Chen, "Da Qi."
"Hmm?" Na Chen looked up at him, and this name made him feel warm in his heart.
"I've been very tired recently," An He said in a low voice, revealing fatigue, "I won't beat around the bush today."
Na Chen looked at him steadily without moving, and just responded softly.
"What on earth has happened to you recently?" An He stirred the cup in circles with a spoon.
"No..." Na Chen felt his whole body was stiff, and he wanted to loosen his grip on the cup but couldn't do it, "Nothing serious."
An He glanced at him and smiled: "Someone sent a courier to our school today, and there were two photos in it."
Na Chen's hands trembled, and the coffee in the cup spilled onto his hands. His voice trembled a little: "Photos? Are they of both of us?"
"It's good if it's from both of us," An He's smile slowly faded, "It's from me and *, and it's very... wonderful."
Na Chen's face suddenly turned frighteningly pale. He bit his lips and said nothing.
"I've explained it to the school. If there's nothing else, this matter should just pass. Daqi," An He put down the spoon in his hand, "Is there anything else?"
Na Chen felt that his whole body was shaking. He was not cold. After hearing these words, he understood everything in his heart. However, he did not feel cold all over. He just felt numb. All his muscles had lost sensation and he could not even breathe.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"I don't know you, but I've heard a lot of stories about you," An He said in a calm tone and slowly, "I know what you are afraid of and what you want. I used to think I knew you better than others, but I suddenly realized..."
An He picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, looking out the window: "I know nothing about your life, your friends, your circle, what your life has been like over the years, I have no idea at all."
"What I saw was the Na Chen inside, sensitive, a little fragile, unable to express himself, using exaggeration to cover up his desires and fears, as well as your... inferiority complex."
Na Chen didn't say anything, he lowered his head and slowly lay down on the table.
"But what else? I don't know." An He scratched his head gently, "I don't know. I just know that I can't bear it anymore. I'm very tired."
An He's complexion was very bad and he looked very tired. Na Chen knew how he felt when he saw those photos when he was under a lot of pressure at work and in life. These photos might have broken An He's last string.
His sank heart began to burn with anger, and the anger caused pain to spread out from his body inch by inch.
"My business," he gritted his teeth, trying to control his voice, "I will take care of it, you don't have to worry, there won't be any other problems, I promise."
"Really?" An He smiled. "You're not going to tell me what happened?"
Yes.
He couldn't let An He know about this, he didn't dare let An He know.
He didn't know how Anhe would react, nor did he know what would happen if Anhe knew. He was also afraid that Anhe would see his chaotic past and the complicated relationship between him and Lei Bo that he couldn't explain. Now that Lei Bo had already taken action, he was even more afraid that Anhe would be dragged deeper and deeper.
"Yeah." He responded in a muffled voice.
An He frowned, stared at him for a long time, and finally smiled: "That Chen."
"Um?"
"I'm tired, Nachen," An He patted his hands and gently squeezed them, "I promised you to try because... I like you very much."
Na Chen didn't move, but instead grabbed An He's hand tightly.
"But I'm not your doctor, and I can't be the material for you to repair your wounds," An He paused and said with a wry smile, "Neither of us is good material. Only when we fix ourselves, we are qualified to talk about love."
“You mean…” Na Chen sat up straight with great difficulty.
"If you encounter any problems and need my help, you can always come to me. I will definitely help you if I can. I will be there whenever you want to talk to me," An He didn't know why he wanted to cry. He hadn't cried for a long time, but he often had the urge to cry these days. "But two people hugging each other to lick their wounds is not love, even if they are licking each other's wounds."
The author has something to say: The climax of the chapter will be coming tomorrow.
In fact, if this matter were placed on two mentally healthy people, perhaps it would not be a big deal. If Na Chen was not Na Chen, there would not have been such a confrontation between him and Lei Bo. People who have experienced a mental low point can probably understand this feeling of being twisted into a ball.
Previously, I saw a girl waiting for Mr. An to explode and knock out Lei Bo... Well, this is too unrealistic.