Angel didn't say anything, turned around and strode towards the office without looking back.

Na Chen stood on the steps and looked at his back. After a while, he jumped off the last steps one after another.

During the parent-teacher meeting, Anhe held the podium and spoke calmly and looked very attractive. The words that were not long after were unique but not ostentatious. It was a good idea to have such a class teacher.

"Brother, haven't you left yet?" Xu Jingyao ran over from the side, "Are you rich? I want to buy a bottle of milk tea."

Na Chen took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled Zhang Yibai's one and handed it to her, but Xu Jingyao didn't answer: "Five yuan is enough."

Na Chen took a few more pieces and put them in her pocket: "New Year's money."

"My mother knows she will talk about me." Xu Jingyao frowned at him.

"Don't let your mother know?" Na Chen walked towards the school gate with his hands in his pockets, "Your Teacher An said you are very good. Don't worry about your grades being bad all day long. That move made me think your grades were the bottom."

Xu Jingyao smiled, thought about it and took out the money and chased him to return it to him. Na Chen pressed her hand and said, "Take it, think I've saved it here."

"What are you doing here for saving me?" Xu Jingyao was stunned.

Na Chen covered his stomach and rubbed it, turned around and walked away quickly: "When I have an abortion one day, I will ask you if I want to replenish my body."

Xu Jingyao stood there for a while before whispering to his back: "You are crazy!"

Na Chen left the school gate and walked to his car, he saw a boy in school uniform standing there looking at his car in a daze.

He got into the car, and the boy suddenly raised his head. When he saw him, he paused: "Is it your car?"

"Well," Na Chen took out his gloves and slowly put them on his hands. After tidying up one finger after another, he found that the boy was still standing next to him, so he squinted his eyes, "Come on, I'll take you around?"

The boy stared at him for a long time before saying again: "Who are you Xu Jingyao?"

Na Chen thought about it and his lips curled up: "Her father."

"What?" The boy's eyes suddenly widened.

Na Chen didn't say anything, but blew the accelerator and the car rushed out.

There was nothing wrong today, Na Chen made an appointment with the band’s people to rehearse and rehearse "A Flower in the Grassland".

When the car was about to reach the underground garage of Li Fan's house, the phone rang. Na Chen's car slowed down, but it didn't stop, and drove slowly along the roadside.

The phone kept ringing, and it seemed that there was no intention to stop. It stopped until it automatically stopped.

Na Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speed up, the ringtone rang again.

He parked the car on the side of the road with some annoyance, kicked hard at the curb, took out his cell phone from his pocket and took it in his hand to watch.

The ringtone broke, and it rang out. He answered the phone only when the fourth time rang.

"Na Chen! Why don't you answer the phone?" My aunt's unhappy voice came from there.

"I didn't hear it." Chen supported his legs and lowered his head and patted his pants.

"Your grandma misses you and insists on letting you stay there for two days, so I'll let her pack up," my aunt changed into a very melancholy tone. "She is not in good health recently, you have to be a little concerned! Your uncle and I are not relieved, and we can't persuade her..."

"Yes." Na Chen hung up the phone before he could finish his aunt's words.

Not at ease? Na Chen came to the rearview mirror and smiled at himself in the mirror. He was worried that he would let the old lady come over alone? He was worried that he would say that he hadn't asked for a long time.

"The acting skills are too bad." Na Chen sighed, and did not continue to drive to Li Fan's house, turning around.

When Nachen's car was about a hundred meters away from his building, he saw a few old men and women surrounding the roadside. He found a parking space next to him and parked the car.

"I won't give me food!" An old lady sat on a bench and patted her thighs, "Turn me out, I can't find my home now!"

"Don't worry..." An old lady patted the old lady's shoulder and comforted her.

Na Chen walked to the old lady and squatted down, patted her hands, leaned into her ear and shouted loudly: "Grandma!"

"Hey!" The old lady smiled happily when she saw him and said to the person next to her, "My grandson is here!"

"Do you mean I won't give you food?" Na Chen helped her up and continued to shout with her ears.

"Ah?" Grandma looked at him in a daze, "I won't eat, I just finished it."

"Where are your hearing aids?" Na Chen took his grandma's small lifting helplessly and flipped through it, "Why don't you wear a hearing aid?"

"I can hear it! I'm not happy to wear that, I feel uncomfortable, and it's so buzzing." Grandma walked forward with an unhappy look on her face. When she arrived at the door of the unit, she turned in skillfully, reached out and pressed the elevator.

"You can hear it, I can hear it in a community," Na Chen stood behind her, "Aren't you unable to find your home!"

Grandma ignored him, not sure if she heard it or didn't hear it.

After entering the room, Na Chen cleaned up the room she left for grandma. When she was making the bed, grandma followed her in, picked up a photo frame on the nightstand and started crying.

"Your mom is pitiful," Grandma held the photo frame, "You deliberately put her photos here to make me feel uncomfortable."

"You took it out and put it on by yourself last time." Na Chen wanted to take away the photo frame, but after sucking it for a few times, his grandmother held it and refused to let go, so he had to continue making the bed.

"Girl..." Grandma lay on the bed holding the photo frame, grabbed the pillowcase and wiped it on her face.

"Can you not do this?" Na Chen's half-shop sheet was pressed and pulled out by his grandmother. He lay on the edge of the bed and looked at his grandmother, "My mother is not dead."

"No one has finished seeing me off." Grandma continued to cry.

"Your son will give it to you," Na Chen stood up and walked out of the house, took a cup of honey water, the old lady loved to drink it, "He is so filial, and I hope to send you to you soon."

"I know." Grandma said behind him when she came out.

Na Chen smiled, flushed the honey and handed it to her, bent down to look at the old lady's face: "Your ears are inspired from time to time, and you have to be careful of your bad words."

Grandma also stared at him. After a while, she lowered her head and drank a sip of honey water, raised her head and said, "Are you a man today?"

"Yes." Na Chen nodded.

A text message came in on the phone. He took it over and took a look. Li Fan asked him why he hadn't arrived yet.

He didn't reply, threw his phone on the sofa and sat down on the chair by the window.

Grandma sat on the sofa and started talking, mainly about her illness, various diseases, some of which were her own, and some were borrowed from other old men and women. In short, there was no good place on her body.

In fact, last month, grandma also crawled into the second floor of my uncle's house from the window because she forgot to hold the key and carry a ladder. She summarized her condition and said that she was almost sick and was just her hobby.

Na Chen listened without saying a word. When grandma said she was sick, she didn't need to answer the conversation, just listen.

After talking for a while, the topic suddenly changed. There was no transition and I suddenly talked about my uncle. Grandma looked at him and said, "It's not easy for your uncle."

"Um."

"The salary is so low, your aunt's health is so poor, and your brother still has to go to school."

"Um."

"It's so bitter, I have to subsidize him for my little coffin book."

Na Chen didn't say anything, stood up and went into his house, took an envelope from the drawer, and pulled out a bundle of money that had not been opened.

He put the money in his grandma's hand and put it in his ear to raise his voice: "You have this money, have you taken it too much? Whoever you are willing to give it to whom, I won't give it to your son. The only money I have on hand is my father's death compensation, and this money has nothing to do with anyone."

Grandma didn't accept the money and looked at him: "You don't share the money from your dad's company?"

"Yeah." Na Chen frowned. He didn't want to mention this person.

"Why!" Grandma shouted.

"Because your girl is a madman," Na Chen looked at her and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "What if her son is also a madman? Who would leave the money to a madman?"

Grandma didn't say anything for a long time, then lowered her head and started crying.

Nachen turned on the TV, put the remote control at grandma's hand, then sat back on the chair by the window, looked out the window, put his fingertips to his mouth and bit him.

The big bell in the living room pointed to the half past six, and the grandma who was sitting on the sofa watching TV said, "I'll go buy groceries."

"It's too late, go out to eat," Na Chen stood up and found that he had bitten his fingertips at some point, and blood was everywhere in his palms. He went to wash his hands, put a Band-Aid, walked to his grandma and shouted, "Let's go out to eat!"

After taking my grandma to a restaurant outside the community to eat hot pot, my grandma was in a good mood and kept singing operas on the way back. However, because she had been in her ears for many years, the tunes she spoke were high and low, and after singing this opera for a while, she couldn't tell where the tune was.

"You don't need to buy a romantic life..." Grandma entered the elevator and started singing again.

Na Chen twitched in his heart, trying to say something, but he didn't say anything. After the elevator door opened, he took grandma's hand and opened the door and entered the room. Grandma sang while walking towards the toilet: "The moon moves the flowers and shadows, come..."

After going to the bathroom, my grandma washed her face and went back to the house to sleep. Her habit of going to bed at 8:30 has not changed for decades.

Na Chen sat on the sofa, leaned his head back, closed his eyes on his back, and spoke in a low voice: "Tonight I hooked my lovesickness debt, and a couple is in love..."

When I was a child, my mother would sit beside his bed and sing softly. He had never heard of bedtime stories, fairy tales, children's songs, and lullabies. He only sang operas, whether sad or happy, and sang softly. It was very beautiful, but not warm.

Na Chen went back to his room, without turning on the light, and sat motionlessly in the darkness looking at an old photo hanging on the wall.

I don’t know how long he sat there, but he felt his chin itchy. He raised his hand and scratched it before he found that there were water beads hanging on his chin.

Have you cried?

Na Chen smiled, lay on the bed and buried his face on the pillow, took out his cell phone and replied to Li Fan, and rehearsed at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.

Li Fan soon came back. I was a flower on the grassland and revealed my beauty. A young man fell in love with me. Can I really sing these lyrics?

Na Chen had been having fun at the text message for a long time, just don’t let your wife hear it.

Grandma's living at home did not have much impact on Na Chen. Grandma usually watched TV, went for a walk downstairs, and cleaned up the house.

The only thing that Na Chen couldn't stand was that her grandma got up early in the morning, and she got up at four or five o'clock and started to clean up. Her ears couldn't hear it. The movement of cleaning was similar to smashing and looting. Na Chen's sleep quality was always very poor. She fell asleep at two or three o'clock, and she woke her up at four or five o'clock. She felt her heartbeat a little unevenly in bed.

When he arrived at Li Fan's garage in the afternoon, he sat down and leaned against the wall to sleep, but he was so sleepy.
To be continued...