The matter of buying a ring and getting married was not carried out immediately. An He was about to finish the semester. He had to watch over the students every day. After school, sometimes a student with a gloomy face would run to the fifth floor counseling room to take out the trash. >﹍雅﹏文吧ww·w`.-y=a`we·n8
But Na Chen was not in a hurry. He would just go around the store and send An He some photos of rings for him to choose from.
An He had no idea about these things. They all looked the same, especially the men's rings. There weren't so many fancy things. They were just a circle, big circle, small circle, big circle inside small circle...
This morning, Nachen sent me another photo from QQ.
I saw this yesterday and forgot to send it to you. Is it good
An He sat in the office, staring at the computer screen for five minutes, and replied, "Isn't this the same as the one you asked me to see the day before yesterday?"
Uncle, you should go get a pair of reading glasses. What's that look in your eyes
Isn't it different
Forget it, just stay aside.
Na Chen's avatar turned dark, probably because he was helpless towards him. An He looked at the ring for a while longer, feeling that if he closed the dialog box in a while, he would immediately forget what the ring looked like.
"Mr. An..." Someone beside him coughed softly, "Mr. An."
An He had been looking at the computer with his head tilted to one side, not paying attention to his surroundings. He was startled when he heard the voice, and quickly closed the dialog box. He turned around and saw that it was his political class representative.
"Zhang Jiawei, what's the matter?" An He asked, and found that the boy's eyes were still staring at his screen, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the screen.
"The homework has been collected," Zhang Jiawei smiled a little embarrassedly, "but he didn't hand it in. He said he would make it up in the afternoon."
"Mending again, his craft is very good, mending for another day," An He sighed, "Okay, I get it."
Zhang Jiawei stood by the table with no intention of leaving. An He glanced at him and asked, "Anything else?"
"Boss An, you..." Zhang Jiawei pointed at the computer, "Are you getting married?"
"Ah?" An He was stunned and his heart skipped a beat. It was impossible for him to say that he didn't care about this at all, especially in front of his students.
"Is that ring a wedding ring?" Zhang Jiawei asked in a low voice.
An He quickly recalled in his mind that there should be nothing else except the picture of the ring. Na Chen didn't go crazy and call him wife or something like that today. He responded vaguely: "Ah, let's take a look."
"Oh," Zhang Jiawei pushed his homework book in front of him, "I'm leaving."
Watching Zhang Jiawei walk out of the office quickly, An He opened the dialog box again and took a look. It was quite normal. Na Chen's name was no longer a non-mainstream stupid name. It had been changed to "Little Cooking Expert". There was nothing out of the ordinary about what he said.
An He glanced towards the office door. Zhang Jiawei was usually a talkative, cheerful kid. According to An He's impression, he should have been the same as * just now, at least he should have chased him and asked a few more questions, but he turned around and left without saying anything.
An He thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure out why.
He had a quick bite at noon and Na Chen called him. The two chatted for a while and Na Chen complained that the lady who cooked in their cafeteria might have been a pig farmer in the past.
"Your birthday is in two days, and it's the weekend," Na Chen said while eating, "Then let's find a high-end place to have a meal and get things done. > Yawen Bar > ＿ ﹏﹎ www=.-y`awe·n·8·.·c-om"
"What business?" An He was stunned.
"Buy a ring for the wedding, uncle. What's wrong with you? Don't you have medical insurance? Hurry up and buy some dha," Na Chen sighed, "It's getting harder and harder for us to communicate. What if you become demented in another 20 years?"
An He laughed for a while and said, "What if I really become demented?"
"What can I do? I have to grit my teeth and hold on. How can I throw you out?" Na Chen took a sip of water. "I will be old by then anyway. I can just take serving you as exercise."
During the first class in the afternoon, An He walked directly into Class 4's classroom with his notebook. When he saw the confused eyes of the students below, he remembered that this was his class and he should probably go buy some dha.
"Sorry, I probably missed you too much." An He turned around and walked out of the classroom amid laughter and turned into his own classroom.
When he put the notebook on the podium, he saw a large packaged box on the podium.
"What's this?" He pointed to the box and put the notebook aside.
"Happy birthday, President An—" the students shouted in a dragging voice.
"Oh," An He was happy. He didn't expect that his students knew his birthday. "Thank you."
"Are you touched?" * shouted from below, "Will this period be changed to self-study?"
"You wishful thinking. You want to buy a self-study class to sleep just because you said "Happy Birthday" which you haven't even rehearsed yet?" An He lowered his head and said as he opened the box, "You've already sung a round of eight parts."
The gift was a large glass vase filled with colorful balls. Each ball had a blessing and a student's name written on it. An He held the bottle and looked at it for a long time, handling it very carefully.
"Thank you," An He put down the bottle and supported the podium with his hands, "It was quite unexpected. I'm really touched, but I really didn't study on my own."
After class, An He walked towards the office. When he was crossing the playground, * caught up with him from behind: "Mr. An!"
"Huh?" An He turned around and saw a bag in her hand. "What?"
"This is for you," * handed the bag to him, rubbing his nose, a little embarrassed, "My mom said I should give her a separate gift, and I think so. Thank you for your concern for me this year."
"What is it?" An He smiled, opened the bag and took a look. It was a ball wrapped in newspaper.
"I made a clay sculpture for Xu Jingyao before, but she refused to give it to me, so I made a bigger one for you by wrapping it with another layer."
"You..." An He couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so honest."
"Hey, I'm just afraid that you might accidentally fall it in the future, and then you'll see there's another one inside." *Hehe laughed a few times.
"I won't fall, don't worry," An He patted his shoulder, "Thank you."
"Then I'll go back to the classroom." * turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait," An He stopped him, "How do you know my birthday?"
"That's what Zhang Jiawei said. How dedicated this class representative is."
"Zhang Jiawei?" An He was a little surprised by this, but after a moment of hesitation, he suddenly felt something in his heart and called out to the girl who was about to go back to the classroom. >﹍雅﹏文吧ww·w`.-y=a`we·n8
"Mr. An, class is about to start. I also want to go to the bathroom." * looked at him with a melancholy face.
"Please hold on for the last question," An He smiled, "Who wrote the love confession letter on Singles' Day last year?"
"I can't say that." * answered simply.
An He looked at him without saying anything.
They stared at each other in silence for a while, and then he couldn't help but ask, "Boss An, are you going to settle the score later?"
"It's just a joke. I don't care about the accounts. I'm just asking."
“… Zhang Jiawei wrote this,” Xiao Xiao jumped towards the toilet, “Don’t say I said it.”
"I won't look for him, go and pee." An He waved his hand.
An He returned to the office and drank half a cup of tea, thinking that his thoughts might have been a little too far-fetched.
Just when he was about to go to the restroom, the office phone rang. The head teacher of Class 7 downstairs came to see him and said that he would bring a student to the consultation room for a chat later.
An He agreed, ran to the bathroom, and went directly to the fifth floor.
He has been spending a lot of time in the consultation room these days. At the end of the semester, someone from the bureau will come to inspect. Principal Jiang wants to work harder to build a model school. An He spends his free time here every day to organize cases.
If An He had not been very touched by the fact that Principal Jiang handled the photo issue quietly last time, he would not have worked so hard. The consultation time was calculated based on the class fee, and he had to spend a lot of his spare time, which was simply a loss.
This student in Class 7 didn't have any major problems. His grades in junior high school were average but acceptable. After entering high school, he suddenly found that his grades were in the middle of the class, and he was immediately overwhelmed by a sense of failure.
Many children nowadays are like this. They are brought up too pampered and have never experienced what it feels like to not get something. When they suddenly find that they have not met their expectations, they just give up.
If it's someone like me... An He smiled. Of course, what I am like is too extreme, but if I experience some setbacks since childhood, I will be more resilient.
After chatting with this student for most of the class, the student walked out with a look of confusion and sudden enlightenment. An He added: "You can come to see me anytime."
Just when he was about to pour a glass of water, the door of the consultation room was pushed open again. An He held the cup and said, "You are really quick to respond anytime."
"Mr. An." The person who came in called him, but the voice was not the same as the student before.
An He turned around and saw Zhang Jiawei.
"Zhang Jiawei?" An He looked at the time. This period was self-study.
"I'm not skipping class, I just want to come over and chat." Zhang Jiawei sat down on the sofa.
"Well, what's wrong?" An He sat down opposite him.
Zhang Jiawei didn't say anything. After a while, he said, "Are you really going to get married?"
"Hmm?" An He responded, and all the outrageous thoughts in his mind suddenly came to his mind. He sorted out his thoughts and said, "Not yet."
"Well... Anyway, there's someone to marry." Zhang Jiawei looked at him.
"Yeah, yes." An He nodded.
Zhang Jiawei let out a long sigh, leaned back on the sofa and stopped talking.
An He looked at him for a long time, and he didn't mean to speak. But looking at his reaction, An He felt that his guess might not be too outrageous, although he was quite surprised.
"Do you remember the letter from last year?" Zhang Jiawei finally spoke again.
"Yeah, quite domineering." An He nodded.
"I wrote it. I wrote it with my feet." Zhang Jiawei pointed at himself and then at his feet.
An He was originally quite serious, but now he couldn't help laughing and gave a thumbs up: "Great footwork, I was wondering why you sprayed perfume, is it to cover up the smell?"
"My feet don't stink," Zhang Jiawei also laughed, then lowered his head and whispered, "I just want to tell you, that's not a joke, even though it looks like a joke."
"Thank you." An He said. He felt that he had said thank you only this afternoon.
"Thank you? Thank you for what?" Zhang Jiawei raised his head.
"Thank you for liking me." An He said seriously.
"Really... I thought you would be unhappy no matter what." Zhang Jiawei smiled.
"It's a pleasant thing to be liked by others, why should you be unhappy?"
Zhang Jiawei squeezed his hands: "But I'm a little upset that you're getting married."
For An He, facing Zhang Jiawei's condition was not too stressful. Zhang Jiawei was different from other students who came to chat with him. He didn't have any big problems, had a good personality, and was confident and cheerful. All An He needed to do was to express his attitude and then settle his adolescent turmoil.
"Just because I'm not getting married doesn't mean anything can happen between us," An He smiled, "But even though I'm quite surprised, I'm still very happy that you can say it out loud and not hold it back."
"Thank you, Mr. An," Zhang Jiawei looked at him, "I didn't come here today to confess my feelings or anything. I just wanted to feel better after I said it out."
Nachen got off work early today, made a reservation at a restaurant, and then went home.
He didn't hide any surprises when taking An He out to celebrate his birthday. Even if An He didn't eat dha, he could guess that he wouldn't let his birthday slip away.
But he still had to prepare other things, such as the ring. He had already measured An He's finger and didn't plan to wait for An He to choose. This man's Alzheimer's disease had reached a certain level, and An He probably couldn't remember what the ring looked like.
He ordered a pair himself, had the words engraved on them, and will have them tomorrow.
There is another important link. He is standing on the balcony. If this thing is moved directly in front of An He, An He will probably think that his mental illness has not been cured.
But there was no other solution. He patted the small shelf on the balcony and bared his teeth: "That's it. How many times can you be crazy in your life?"
An He's birthday is on Sunday, so Na Chen moved the dinner time forward by one day and scheduled it for Saturday, so that he could celebrate both his birthday and anniversary once more instead of having to celebrate them together.
"Are you on duty today?" An He called him.
"I'm not on duty. I'm at home," Na Chen smiled, "Do you miss me?"
"Yeah, I miss you so much. If you don't come over, I won't have anything to eat. How can I not miss you?" An He said with a smile, "Why are you staying at home when you are not on duty?"
"Don't worry about it. It's said that the couple can't see each other before the wedding night. You just have to bear with it for a while," Na Chen lay down on the bed, "I will take good care of you tomorrow."
"You have any shame? Let me tell you first, don't prepare anything too exaggerated for me at dinner tomorrow. I'm old and my heart can't be overloaded."
"Don't worry, your heart was beating fast during sex and nothing happened to you. You even hummed a little... ah... well..." Na Chen raised his head and moaned into the phone, "Don't stop..."
"Go ahead, slut," An He said happily. "I'm telling you, every time you slut now, I'll add it to my account book, and I'll collect both the principal and interest. Don't cry when you can't stand it anymore."
"Anhe, I'm warning you," Na Chen clicked his tongue twice, "If you dare to fool around, I'll beat you up on the spot and keep fucking you till dawn."
An He laughed for a long time: "Baby, I won't give you such a chance."
"Everyone who's been kicked off the road has said that."
"Have you overthrown many people?"
"Look at you," Na Chen laughed for a long time, "I have dreamt of you hundreds and hundreds of times, and each time is different."
After chatting with An Hedong for so long that his ears were burning, Na Chen finally hung up the phone. Then he looked at the time and realized that they had been chatting for nearly two hours.
He is not a talkative person. When he is with Li Fan and the others, they are all so familiar to each other, so he just listens most of the time. When he is interested, he will join in the fun. It is very difficult to chat for two hours like this until his voice becomes a little hoarse. Only when he is with An He can he do this.
When it comes to love, it's really inexplicable that you just keep talking endlessly. It's all nonsense for two hours. Looking back, I can't find the rhythm to summarize it into a central idea or theme.
Na Chen went to take a shower, and before going to bed he called Li Fan again: "Xiao Fanzi, did you ask that person how he was preparing?"
"Hey, why are you so long-winded? Do professionals need to confirm a crappy song? I told you to let Yan Yi go but you didn't want to. I found someone for you but you were worried." Li Fan was probably asleep. He was woken up and his voice was fuzzy, but he spoke clearly. "Why don't you go by yourself?"
"I'm just nervous. This is the only chance in my life and I can't rehearse." Na Chen lay on the bed holding a white bear doll, burying half of his face in the fur.
"Really don't need us to support you?"
"Really, there's no need. It's nothing fancy. An He said he didn't want to be startled."
"Then you have to come out for a meal after this. I have a gift for you," Li Fan said with some emotion, "Nan Chen, I really didn't expect this."
"Um?"
"I've known you for quite a while, but I never thought you would be like this one day. It's really unexpected. At first, I thought An He was too deep and unreliable."
"There is always a pot to grow any exotic flower." Na Chen patted the bear's butt.
"Who are you talking about? Anhe?"
"Um."
"Come on, that's quite appropriate of you," Li Fan laughed, "A freak like you needs a basin as deep as An He..."
“It sounds so... Brother Fan, can you only look at your wife but not touch her? Are you holding it in?” Na Chen said with a smile.
"Shit!" Li Fan was stunned for a long time before reacting, "I'm not telling you, my wife can still be touched, I'm going to touch her, I wish you two happiness first."
"Thank you." Na Chen closed his eyes, lay on the bed and smiled at the ceiling for a long time.
The author has something to say: If nothing unexpected happens, the main story should be finished tomorrow, and then there will be a honeymoon extra chapter that is as long as possible. It’s just as long as possible, not necessarily long.