Na Chen sat in Dr. Chen's office and listened to Dr. Chen without saying a word.

My mother has not been stable during this period, and her way of cutting her pulse is also very strange. The hospital does not have these tools, and the glass is specially made. My mother has to create conditions to commit suicide, and she bites her wrist.

But it was not serious, because it was inaccurate and was discovered by a cleaner after biting two bites.

"She really wants to see you and keeps saying that, but I think her current mental state is not suitable for meeting guests," Dr. Chen looked at Na Chen, "I can only ask you to talk about her situation and talk about the next stage of treatment plan. I can only find the right time to meet."

"Yes." Na Chen responded, looking at the book on Dr. Chen's desk.

Dr. Chen spoke very slowly and explained the treatment plan to him in words he could understand. He nodded from time to time without asking any questions.

Since he had memories, his mother was always unhappy. He had hardly seen her laughter. He had been trying hard to make her happy, but it seemed that she had never succeeded.

He was not surprised that he wanted to commit suicide this time. She said many years ago, what's the point of living like this?

Yes, it was boring. Na Chen leaned against the back of the chair and his eyes floated out the window. Such a beautiful, gentle, and fantasy woman had the meaning of living in such a condition.

"I suggest not tell her about your father..." Dr. Chen said slowly, "With her current situation, this matter has no meaning."

"Okay." Na Chen nodded.

Thinking of this person, Na Chen felt a suffocation and subconsciously frowned.

Although he never thought about it carefully, when he mentioned it, he still felt palpitations suddenly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Dead, already dead.

His dad.

Before he could roar or prove that... that person was dead.

Na Chen's heart was empty, and everything around him faded.

When Na Chen walked out of the gate of the Fifth Courtyard, An He had just been sleepy in the car for an hour. He looked at Na Chen who was walking over in a daze. He felt pale and empty in his eyes, like a patient who escaped from the wall of the Fifth Courtyard while letting go.

"How is it?" Angel did not rush to drive, and handed the cigarette over and asked, "You look so ugly."

"Is that right?" Na Chen put down the sun shield, looked at the mirror, took the cigarette and held it in his mouth, "It's okay, my mother bit myself two times, but she didn't bite her to death."

"Send you back." Angel started the car and suddenly regretted asking.

"Yeah." Na Chen looked quite tired, and when he got in the car, he leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.

It was not until Anhe drove the car to his community that Na Chen opened his eyes and looked out the window: "Have you arrived?"

"Here." Anhe nodded.

"So fast." Na Chen said blindly.

"Do you want to send you in?" Anhe asked.

"No need," Na Chen smiled, opened the car door and jumped down, stood at the car door for two seconds, and turned around, "I have a premonition."

"What?" Angel looked at him.

"Forget it, it's nothing, thank you today..." Na Chen quickly closed the car door, and the half of the words he had not finished speaking were separated outside the car.

Na Chen's voice was very low and he spoke vaguely. Angel only heard the word "Another Day". He didn't hear clearly what happened another day, but he didn't ask. After looking at Na Chen through the glass for a few seconds, he turned the front of the car.

Na Chen didn't have the courage to say this, or he might not have planned to let anyone hear it clearly.

As for why this happened, Angel had no intention of understanding it.

I have a premonition.

You won't contact me again.

I'll look for you again the other day, will you come out?

No more.

Na Chen, you won’t have people’s thoughts of getting close to you!

The voice kept hovering in Na Chen's ears. The voice of the man who always refused to get close to him was his nightmare since he was a child.

His father, a man who couldn't even raise the interest of looking at him, was the eternal back even more than cold words.

Na Chen kicked the trash can on the roadside of the community. The trash can made a loud noise. A camera next to it moved. He turned his head and raised his middle finger at the camera.

Nachen bought some flour in the supermarket in the community and took it home.

When I entered the door, I wanted to make something to eat, but I felt a little tired. Dr. Chen said that my mother's condition was lingering even if my father died.

And Anhe's quiet alienation.

worn out.

Na Chen jumped onto the bed and lay down, staring at him for a while.

The rabbit that Angel gave him was placed next to the pillow. He stared at it. There was a hair on the rabbit's ears. He pinched it, it was shorter than his hair. It should be Angel's. He stuffed his hair under the pillow and closed his eyes.

This sleep lasted until the next day when he woke up at noon. After taking a lazily showering and changing clothes, he walked into the kitchen.

The place he likes to stay the most is probably the kitchen, with small space, fire, pots and pans, which is particularly at ease.

He washed his hands, used it for more than two hours to make noodles, baked all the bread, dragged a chair and sat next to the oven, waiting for the bread to come out of the oven.

When the aroma of bread wafted out of the oven, Na Chen closed his eyes and leaned over and took a deep breath.

Just as he leaned back to the chair, his cell phone rang. He quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it from the kitchen to the carpet in the living room.

The phone rang quite persistently, and it was quiet after four or five times.

When Nachen stood up, he was about to take out the bread to brush with honey when the phone rang again.

He pressed the oven door, was stunned for a long time before slowly turning around and walking into the living room, picking up the phone and answering: "Happy New Year, Brother Lei."

"I said so many times, don't fucking not answer my phone!" Brother Lei's voice was full of anger, and he paused for a while and added, "Happy New Year!"

"I will read the text message," Na Chen said, and returned to the kitchen with the phone clipped and took out the bread from the oven and slowly brushed the honey.

"I don't have that time, and I can't understand." Brother Lei said unhappily.

"What's the matter?" Na Chen pinched some sesame seeds and sprinkled them on it after brushing the honey.

"Come here, come here, treat you to dinner tonight. I haven't met and talked to you for a long time." Brother Lei's tone slowed down a little.

"Don't go." Na Chen answered very simply.

"Don't fucking nonsense. You'll arrive before four o'clock, why don't I find two people to come over and bring you over!" Brother Lei hung up the phone after he said that.

Na Chen slowly finished the bread, changed his clothes and went out.

Brother Lei’s name is Lei Bo. Na Chen has known him for five or six years, almost forty, and has no marriage or a fixed companion. He opened a particularly pretentious gallery on the corner of the pedestrian street. He stayed in the store for about two or three days a month to see the street view.

Nachen stopped the roof of the car at the entrance of the coffee shop. The waiter ran out and saw that it was him. He smiled and said, "I'll help you park the car next to you?"

"No, go now." Na Chen got out of the car and walked into the store.

"You mean to anger him?" the waiter whispered behind him.

"Yeah." Na Chen replied.

When Na Chen pushed the door and walked into Lei Bo's office, Lei Bo was making a phone call. He heard the door ringing and turned around. When he saw Na Chen, his eyes widened, and then the muscles on his face thrust, and directly smashed the phone on the table and pointed at Na Chen: "What the hell do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting," Na Chen hooked a wig with his finger and slowly turned around, and approached Lei Bo's eyes, "I said I don't want to come out."

"If you don't want to come out, you won't come out! You pretend to be like this and fuck you! Don't you know if I annoy you like this the most!" Lei Bo took a cigarette and lit it, and sprayed a sip of cigarette on his face, "Don't you always be unhappy?"

"No need to look for it," Na Chen slapped the cigarette in front of him with his hand. "I was unhappy at first, but I just thought that others were as unhappy as me, and I pulled one by one."

"Na Chen," Lei Bo pointed at him with a cigarette, "You are so sarcastic, I didn't find anyone to throw you into the river. Do you know that you are lucky?"

"If you want to throw it away, you will be waiting for you to throw it away at any time." Na Chen bent the corner of his mouth, leaned against Lei Bo's desk, and tapped his fingers on the table with a series of rhythms, "Are I leaving?"

Lei Bo stared at him for a long time, raised his hand and swept the ashtray on the table to the floor, and shouted: "Get out!"

Na Chen smiled and threw a kiss at him, kicked the ashtray that had fallen into two halves, and opened the office door.

"Come back!" Lei Bo roared again.

Na Chen turned around and returned to his desk. Lei Bo took out a red envelope from the drawer and threw it in front of him: "New Year's money."

"Thank you." Na Chen took the red envelope and put it in his pocket, turned around and walked out.

Lei Bo would give him red envelopes every year during the Chinese New Year. Na Chen liked this feeling, the feeling of receiving New Year’s money, and the feeling of taking out the New Year’s money from the red envelope.

My dad used to give him New Year's money, so he didn't need to kowtow to greet New Year's greetings. He gave him a thick stack of banknotes like completing a task, without even a word.

Na Chen didn't care about money. He just wanted to kowtow to his parents like other brothers and sisters, and then take their parents' red envelopes and blessings, but he never realized it once.

He put his hand in his jacket pocket, grabbed Lei Bo's red envelope and stepped onto the car. He thought about it for a long time on the roadside, but drove the car along the road without any purpose.

Everyone in the band has to celebrate the New Year and has no time to rehearse. They don’t make money by relying on this. Everyone has to be interested in performing, so the holidays are very difficult for Na Chen.

He has no place to go and no things to do. Many times he drives around the city and drives along the road in circles, the second ring, the third ring, the fourth ring, the third ring, the second ring, the third ring, the fourth ring...

The phone rang and a text message came in.

Na Chen parked the car on the side of the road, and the text message was sent by Li Fan.

My wife went back to her parents' home and came to play.

Na Chen thought about it and drove towards Li Fan's house.
To be continued...