Although An He always felt that Na Chen's call was strange, he still turned the pen in his hand and said, "Yes. Yawen 8w=w·w."
Na Chen smiled, said nothing else, and hung up the phone.
An He held the phone in vain, staring at a bunch of scales in a daze.
He is actually not a very rational person. A long time ago, he would do many things based on his feelings. Whether his heart was moved, his heart was beating, whether he was in love or not, it was all based on his feelings. Otherwise, he would not let anyone shatter all his courage and expectations.
It is precisely because of this that he has suppressed his "feelings" for many years. He wants to return to the conventional path, live the same days as others, and have the same life as others.
But he happened to meet Na Chen. No matter what the reason was, Na Chen's flamboyant and carefree attitude was exactly the opposite of what he had been doing in recent years. This opposite attraction was beyond his imagination.
He wanted to stay away cautiously, but at the same time he couldn't help but get closer.
The "feeling" that I hadn't thought about for many years was gradually aroused by Na Chen.
Some things change unconsciously. He didn't know whether Na Chen could understand what he didn't say directly that day. I said these because I want to be with you, but we need a more suitable way to get along.
Now, as he faced these scales, he simply wanted to be able to face himself more calmly.
It is not difficult to maintain a state, whether it is depressing or crazy, but it takes courage to change.
It no longer matters whether the source of his courage is Na Chen or the depression this kind of life has brought him over the years.
He stood up and looked at the tightly drawn curtains in the living room. How long had it been since he had enjoyed the beauty of waking up early in the morning and opening the curtains to let the sunshine fill his face and body
The more afraid you are, the more afraid you will be; the more you retreat, the more you will retreat.
An He walked to the window, grabbed the curtain, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled the curtain open to both sides.
After enjoying it for a few seconds with his arms outstretched and his face raised, and his eyes closed, he opened his eyes.
"Damn!" He quickly put away his attitude and went over to close the curtains, forgetting that it was already night time.
The distance between the two buildings in the community was quite close. In the darkness, he turned on the light and spread his wings in front of the window. He didn't know if he scared the residents opposite.
After walking around the room twice, he sat back on the sofa, picked up the pen in front of the scale, but his thoughts returned to Na Chen's phone call just now.
Still feels a bit weird.
It was not Nachen's speaking style, it was not Nachen's speaking tone, even his voice was a little different from usual. The only thing that did not change was his habit of suddenly hanging up the phone.
He hesitated, picked up the phone and called back.
Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later.
An He let out a long sigh, "Nei Chen, what's wrong with you?"
An He hadn't been able to get through to Na Chen for two days, and he hadn't replied to his messages on QQ. When he saw Xu Jingyao in class, he almost couldn't help but ask her if she had seen her brother recently. >Ya Wen Bar＿w·w`w`.`y·a=w=e=n=8
He attended classes during the day and lit lamps for the lost little lambs. After work, he went to the hospital to accompany his grandfather. His second aunt called him and said that his grandfather needed someone to stay with him at night. After staying with him for two nights, An He couldn't stand it anymore. Looking in the mirror, he felt a little scary, like a drug addict who had quit. So, despite his second aunt's curse of "You are as cold-blooded and unfilial as your mother", he hired two nurses to accompany his grandfather.
After finally making it to the weekend, he got up early in the morning and planned to go to Na Chen's house to see if he could run into Na Chen. Then Lin Ruoxue called him and said, "Teacher An, you will be condemned for playing tricks on people like this, did you know that?"
An He suddenly remembered that he had made two appointments this week to go to Lin Ruoxue's consultation room to talk, but he had completely forgotten about it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was so busy that I forgot... Please condemn me." An He apologized continuously.
“Come or not, you came here just to get someone to give you a push,” Lin Ruoxue said with a sigh, “I would say, An He, if you are a self-disciplined person like you, if you really make up your mind to change yourself, it is not impossible to do it. It all depends on you.”
"You have to be my trash can for once," An He said as he put on his clothes and walked into the bathroom with the phone, "How about you be great for once."
"I'm great. I've freed up two afternoons this week to wait for you. Why don't you come and make me great? Tonight! Come if you want. If you don't want to come, go and play by yourself in the trash can."
"Eight o'clock." An He said.
An He bought two buns from the bun shop downstairs and ate them on the bus. After he finished eating, he had no idea what the filling was.
I called Na Chen, but his phone was still turned off. His previous surprise had slowly turned into worry.
I was not only worried about what had happened to Nachen, but also about his condition.
He started the car and thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
The security guard of the high-end residential complex where the Chen family lived still maintained a very polite smile and stopped An He's car at the gate.
"You can call the owner." The security guard looked at him with a smile.
"If I can find the owner, would I still come here?" An He was a little helpless, "He turned off his phone."
"There's really nothing we can do. We can't let you in if the owner is not at home." The security guard continued to smile.
"Not at home? How do you know he's not at home?" An He patted the steering wheel.
"The owner of 1203 hasn't been back for more than half a month," the security guard stared at him with a suspicious look in his eyes, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
An He frowned and backed the car out: "No need, has no one complained about you for laughing so hard?"
More than half a month? He turned the car around and drove out of the city. Although he knew that Na Chen didn't spend much time at home, he still felt uneasy.
There was no change in the old car lot, except that there was a dog at the door. When An He parked the car on the side of the road, the dog started barking through the iron gate.
An He walked into the gate and saw Uncle Lu sitting outside the guard room smoking.
"Master, is Chen in there?" An He asked him.
"No, I haven't seen him for a long time." Uncle Lu looked him up and down.
"I'm Nachen's friend. Do you remember me? He brought me here once," An He smiled at him, "I want to go and see him, is that okay?"
"Go ahead. I remember you. He seems to have brought a boy from the band here with you. Go ahead. But the door is locked."
"Thank you. I'll just take a look. I won't go in."
There was no one else in the used car yard at the moment. There were a few scrapped cars parked at the door. An He walked around the cars and went inside.
Although he passed by here during the day last time, this time he took a closer look at the parking lot. Unlike the shadowy and somewhat scary feeling at night, the parking lot during the day was very desolate. All he could see were crushed old cars and dismantled parts piled all over the ground.
When he was about ten meters away from Na Chen's secret base, he already knew that Na Chen was indeed not there.
His car was not there and the door was locked.
Although he knew that no one would stay here for more than half a month, An He still went over and knocked on the iron plate of the carriage without giving up: "What about Chen? Da Qi!"
Of course there was no response.
An He walked to the door, trying to see if he could find the key, under a flower pot or under the eaves.
He noticed Na Chen's keys. Na Chen only had one key, which was hung on his car keys. It belonged to his home. He didn't seem to carry the key here with him at ordinary times.
But before he could look carefully, he found that the padlock on the door was open and just hanging on the door.
Without even thinking, An He took off the lock, opened the door and walked in, shouting again: "Da Qi!"
There was no one in the house. The black-haired house outside and the white-haired house inside were both empty, and the door in the middle was not closed. It was obvious that the iron barrel used for heating in the house had been extinguished for a long time, and the charcoal ashes had all dispersed.
An He suddenly felt a little lost. He sat down on Na Chen's strange-shaped black chair and stared at his computer in a daze.
After a moment's pause, his eyes fell on a box placed next to the monitor. The box was not big, but it was tightly wrapped in gift paper and tied with a ribbon, with a very small card hanging next to it.
An He took the box and turned over the card. There were words written on the back. An He took a look and stopped holding the card.
to Uncle An
There is also a small smiley face drawn on the back.
"I opened it." An He whispered, pulled the ribbon, and tore the wrapping paper in a few seconds.
He originally wanted to tear it more beautifully, but his hands were shaking all the time.
After he tore the wrapping paper into pieces, the contents were revealed.
It's a new phone.
Did Chen buy him a mobile phone
When did you buy it
Why didn’t you give it to him? Was it too late
An He was silent for a while, looking at the phone, and suddenly felt distressed.
He took out his own cell phone, turned it off, replaced the card in this phone, and pressed the power button.
The phone was almost fully charged, probably because it had been charged before.
An He watched the phone start up, greeted him, and then popped up the standby screen.
He couldn't help laughing for a long time. The lock screen pictures and desktop were all photos of Na Chen. Both were very stupid and non-mainstream photos. One was staring at him at a 45-degree angle, and the other was covering half of his face with his hand and holding the middle finger up.
Although Na Chen was so nervous that he took the photo like this, An He's heart still skipped a beat when he saw it suddenly, and he touched Na Chen's face with his fingers.
After staying in the room for nearly an hour, he stood up, put his phone in his pocket and walked out the door. When he put the lock on, he hesitated for a moment and did not lock it tightly, but left it hanging as it was.
When passing by the guard room, Uncle Lu was setting up a pot on the open space at the door, preparing to cook. An He looked at the time and found that it was already noon.
He didn't feel anything, wasn't hungry, and had no desire to eat.
When the car arrived at the gate of Nachen School, An He felt like eating when he saw a few young girls coming back from eating outside with spicy hot pot in their hands.
There was almost no one on campus during the weekends. Some went home, some went shopping, and some slept. An He found the dormitory supervisor downstairs of the dormitory building. The dormitory supervisor had no impression of Na Chen. He grabbed a boy who was about to enter the building and said to An He, "This is a funeral worker. Ask him."
"What's the matter?" The boy was eating a corn happily.
"I'm looking for Na Chen, do you know him?" An He asked quickly.
"I know him. What do you want from him? Who are you to him?" The boy looked at him while chewing.
"I'm his friend, and I haven't been able to contact him for several days."
"Nachen took three months off and was hospitalized."
"What?" An He raised his voice, "Hospitalization? Why? Which hospital?"
"I don't know the details. He doesn't live in the dormitory normally. He only comes here for classes. We are not familiar with him." The boy went upstairs while chewing corn.
An He stood downstairs of the dormitory building for several minutes before turning around and running towards the school gate. He jumped into the car, drove to the intersection and parked on the side of the road. He didn't know which hospital to go to.
He took out his cell phone, turned on the screen, and turned the phone around, looking at Na Chen's face that appeared and disappeared. Finally, he looked at the time. In one afternoon, it shouldn't be a problem to visit the inpatient departments of several hospitals in the city, except for the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, the Andrology Hospital and so on.
"Fuck." An He stepped on the accelerator. Let's be crazy for once. It's been a long time since he did something like this.
An He didn't know how to find Na Chen, but he had a general idea. During the time he stayed with Na Chen, he didn't notice anything wrong with Na Chen. Except for the fact that water would occasionally enter his brain, there was nothing abnormal with his body.
There had been something wrong with Na Chen for some time before. Combined with the photos and his so-called "deal with your own business", An He was basically certain that it was an external injury.
But even so, An He ran up and down the inpatient wards of several large hospitals, and it was very tiring to lean on the ward doors and look around.
He ran and panted, and felt like the protagonist in a love story. His lover suddenly disappeared, and the protagonist ran in the wind with tears in his eyes, running through the streets and alleys... Background music started.
I wave my green wings, looking for your breath...
The camera shook and stopped at the door of the last hospital An He could find. If he still couldn't find it here, he could only go to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital or the Andrology Hospital.
God probably took pity on him because he hadn't had much rest during this period and had a fever. When he got out of the car and ran to the hospital's inpatient department, he saw Li Fan walking out of the building.
For the first time, An He felt that Li Fan was so handsome and extraordinary. He rushed over and grabbed Li Fan's arm, shouting, "Li Fan!"
"Hey!" Li Fan was startled and almost dropped the lunch box in his hand.
After seeing that it was him, Li Fan was surprised: "Teacher An?"
"What about Chen? Why is he in the hospital?" An He held him tightly, as if Li Fan would disappear if he let go.
"It's nothing serious, just..." Li Fan bared his teeth as he was caught by him, "I got a little hurt."
"Which floor?" Angel pulled him and walked into the building.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Li Fan struggled and grabbed him with his backhand, “Wait!”
An He stopped and looked at Li Fan. Li Fan lowered his head and straightened his clothes: "You seem to be quite calm. He just fell asleep. You can go up later."
An He felt his legs go weak and sat on the stool next to him: "What's going on?"
"I don't know. He didn't tell me. I'll come and buy him food when I'm free. This kid won't eat the hospital meals." Li Fan sat down next to him.
"How badly is he injured? I went to the school to ask, and they said he took three months off? It's almost until the summer vacation!" An He turned his head and said, "Tell me about it."
"Don't act like a teacher. I'm a little scared..." Li Fan sighed, "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. I asked for leave for him based on this. It's not that serious."
"Don't you know how he got hurt?" An He stared at him, a little unconvinced.
"You know he's like this. He usually gets mad at us, but he won't tell us if there's anything wrong," Li Fan tapped his lunch box. "It was Ge Jian who notified me when he was sent to the hospital. Ge Jian was also injured. I don't know anything else."
"Ge Jian?" An He asked.
"I'm going to buy food," Li Fan stood up. "If you want to go up, go ahead. Room 3120 on the third floor."
An He did not ask who Ge Jian was, nor did he stop Li Fan. After watching Li Fan walk out, he slowly stood up and walked towards the stairs.
After walking two steps, I started running. I ran all the way up to the third floor and found 3120.
He looked inside through the glass on the door. There were two beds in the ward. The other one was empty, and there was a person lying on the one by the window.
An He gently pushed the door open and walked in without making any sound.
Na Chen was sleeping soundly, with a tube inserted in his hand, a bandage on his chest and a bandage on his head. An He frowned. Li Fan said it was not that serious, but judging from the look of it, it was definitely not light.
He stood beside the bed, unable to describe the feeling in his heart, only feeling heartache.
The author has something to say: Continue on Monday.