When Anhe rushed home, he didn't hear the sound of mahjong at the door, which made him a little uncomfortable.

He took out the key and opened the door. There was no mama friend in the room, but the two mahjong tables had not been cleaned up and were piled up in a mess.

My mother sat at the mahjong table with a cigarette in her mouth. A thin woman sat opposite her, looking in her thirties and wearing exquisite makeup.

The two women didn't know whether they were communicating with their thoughts or fighting with their eyes, but after Anhe came in, neither of them moved.

Angel walked to her mother and pinched her shoulder: "What's wrong?"

"Turn her out." My mother blew the ashes and pointed at the woman with a cigarette butt.

"Sister, things must be resolved," the woman glanced at Anhe. "I have to resolve even if you ask your son to come. I'm not here to argue."

"Don't pretend to be qualities for me. I feel uncomfortable. I can't even hold it in my mind during the Chinese New Year. I'm still pretending to be a mess," my mother sneered, "I'm still a person who is a third, fourth, fifth, six, seven or eight."

The woman also smiled: "Your son is so old, so you should think about it. What's the point of staying in a marriage that is in name only? You don't even know his phone number..."

"Go out," Angel interrupted her, pointing to the door, "Go out."

"I won't leave until things are resolved today," the woman raised her voice, "I have feelings for An Zhifei! You all have this already, why don't you let each have a way out?"

"Let An Zhifei tell her if she wants a divorce." An He looked at her.

The woman didn't say anything.

Angel knew what was going on. Her parents had been struggling for so many years, but they never mentioned the divorce. Although Angel couldn't figure out why they were, she also knew very well that this should not be what her father meant.

"Go out." He repeated the previous words.

"I won't leave easily when I come." The woman said calmly.

Angel stared at her for a few seconds, walked into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he held a kitchen knife in his hand.

Before she could understand, Anhe raised his hand and slashed on the table in front of her, and a corner of the kitchen knife sank deeply into the table.

"Ah!" My mother shouted, and the cigarette in her hand fell to the ground, "My desk!"

The woman was froze on the chair and didn't say anything for a long time.

"Go out," said Angel again, "I have a bad temper and I'm most annoying that someone has to leave me without a break when I'm on vacation."

The woman looked at the knife on the table, stood up slowly, paused on the spot for a while, then turned around and walked out of the door.

"Good job!" My mother slapped the table.

Angel glanced at her, said nothing, and followed the woman out.

"What else do you want to do!" The woman stood at the door and turned to look at him.

"If you want to, you just keep hang out with my dad. If you don't want to, get out of here," Angel's voice was not high, but every word was clear. "I want to divorce and let my dad go home by himself."

"This means he wants to come back and say that your mother will let him go?" the woman turned around.

"I don't know," Angel smiled. "If he dares to come back, I dare to kill him."

The woman was stunned for a few seconds, and her expression was filled with surprise: "You are not a child anymore, how can you say such words? What rights do you have..."

"They owe me a home," Angel put away his smile, his voice still not high. "Even if it is an empty shell, it must be kept for me. Whoever dares to destroy it, I can do anything."

The woman stared at him and slowly retreated, finally turned around and ran towards the stairs along the corridor: "Crazy!"

Angel returned to the house, and his mother was still sitting at the table, looking at the kitchen knife on the table.

He went over and pulled out the kitchen knife, put it back in the kitchen, put on his coat, stopped talking to his mother, opened the door and walked out.

"Anh." My mother called him in the room.

"Hmm?" He stood outside the door and didn't move.

"...It's nothing, let's go," my mother pulled the mahjong on the table, "Hey, it ruined my mood for the whole day."

Angel closed the door and stood outside for a while. When he heard his mother calling to call Mayou, he slowly walked downstairs.

When Anhe returned to his place, he felt very stuffy. On the way, he opened the car window. The cold wind made his teeth hurt, and he couldn't relieve the stuffyness that surged from the deepest part of his body. He almost couldn't breathe.

When he returned to the house, he pulled all the curtains, turned on the music, picked up the piano music and put them on. He took out the glass teapot that the student gave him on Teachers' Day from the cabinet, and brought the materials he bought from the supermarket into the kitchen.

He wants to cook a pot of fruit tea.

Pineapple, passion jam, lemon, tea bag.

Anhe had never cooked fruit tea, so he cut the pineapple for a long time just by dicing it. After it was cut, the ** he drank the fruit tea was almost ground. The pineapple cubes were of different sizes and shapes. He didn't know how Nachen could cut the pineapple cubes so neatly and look like a nest.

But at least he had finished cutting it. He poured all the ingredients into the pot and piled half of the pot. After adding water, he looked full of accomplishment.

But it won't be the case after it's cooked.

Angel held the pot and studied the weird fruit paste and dark brown liquid in the pot in a confused manner.

This seems to be completely different from the fruit tea cooked by Na Chen. He tasted it and it tasted...

So based on the principle that we cannot waste it casually, Anhe cooled the pot of tea and put it in the refrigerator, and opened a can of juice.

The holidays were still so boring. Anhe was drowsy and half awake and spent a few days between the bed and the bathtub. His mother did not call again, and his father still had no news. The woman who came to declare the war failed no longer had any movement.

Angel felt that these days were as solidified as they were, sticky and endlessly.

It was not until more than 20 students in the class flocked into the living room that he brought him back to reality. I remembered that I had agreed with the students that I would come to pay New Year's greetings today.

"Happy New Year, Mr. An!" The students were all very excited. When they entered the door, they shouted in one piece. The two boys placed two basins of kumquats in the middle of his living room.

"Happy, thank you," Angel dragged the kumquat aside and grabbed a kumquat from the tree. "It's great, I won't ask you to eat, pick it yourself."

"I'm so thirsty that Mr. An, where is the water in your house?" ** opened the refrigerator door, "Is there any ice?"

Angel was about to say you should drink the juice, but before he could speak, ** had already taken out the pot of fruit tea that he had left in the refrigerator a few days ago. Without using a cup, he directly raised his head and started to pour it. He sighed: "There is..."

**Filled half a pot of fruit tea, wiped his mouth, and squeezed into the middle of the boys sitting on the sofa: "It's great!"

Angel stared at him for a long time, and there seemed to be no adverse reactions. Does this kid have no sense of taste?

During the Chinese New Year, students’ New Year’s greetings actually have something to do with the goal of greetings for the first five minutes, and then it becomes their own party.

Angel sat aside and listened to the half-grown children chatting enthusiastically. The content at the beginning was New Year's money, and he let go as he spoke. This teacher had a big tongue, the teacher was 50% tall and always wore a short skirt, so whoever kissed someone, what about that? Class 4 and there were people who went to bed. Go to drink first, and then check in the room after that...

"Hey hey," Angel interrupted them, "It's almost done, it's like being immersive, it's so satisfying, are you very envious?"

The group of students were all happy, laughed for a long time and changed the topic, and began to study where to go for a while.

"Go and sing." Xu Jingyao suggested with a smile.

"Okay!" ** shouted immediately.

When Anhe heard Xu Jingyao's voice, he suddenly felt a trance.

Since they accompanied Na Chen to the fifth courtyard that day, they have never contacted each other again, just like they did the previous few times.

Angel looked at Xu Jingyao. The little girl was very pretty, but her facial features didn't look like Na Chen.

Na Chen's appearance is delicate and ostentatious, and he is cold. Only when it is rare to relax can he see his relaxed smile and a childish expression.

He saw the way he looked after the day's door closed, and there was also the sentence, I had a premonition...

Have a premonition.

What's the premonition?

Although he had told himself not to have any relationship with this person in the future, Anhe's thoughts were still a little floating. He had to admit that the madness of meeting several times in the past few months and several times had affected him.

But as for what Na Chen thought, he didn't know.

The students kept making trouble until almost noon and sat down one by one without any intention of leaving. Anhe sighed and knocked on the table: "You guys are almost talking, right?"

"Mr. An drove people away again!" Someone shouted.

"I thought about rushing, it was so noisy. I didn't even get the chance to speak during this winter vacation," Angel smiled and waved at them, "Aren't you going to sing?"

"Yes," Xu Jingyao looked at him, "Mr. An is going together?"

"I won't go, you guys can play," Angel knocked on the table again in a loud noise, raising his voice, "I call home to report on the itinerary and call me in front of me."

A group of people took out their cell phones and called their homes. Then they shouted excitedly and walked out of the door while chatting. Anhe followed them, shouted and sang and then went home honestly. Just when the door was about to close, ** suddenly retreated and held the door with his hands: "Mr. An, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day in advance."

"…ah," Angel was stunned, "Thank you."

The voices of the students echoed in the corridor, and finally squeezed into the elevator and disappeared, and the surroundings returned to the quiet that had not changed in a few days.

The occasional sound of firecrackers outside the window seemed particularly lonely.

Angel leans behind the door, is it Valentine's Day?

He walked to the calendar and looked at it. It was true that the day after tomorrow was Valentine's Day.

Anhe couldn't remember how Valentine's Day was celebrated in previous years. He had spent several Valentine's Day without memory. His feelings about Valentine's Day were probably not as profound as his students.

Every year, when I see roses all over the streets, he sighed, Valentine's Day is over, and Valentine's Day is over.

For a person who has been single for a long time, has no goals and is in a mood, there seems to be nothing else to do except sighing this day.

But this year was a little different. Angel walked into the bathroom and washed his face and stared at the mirror for a long time. This year, he didn't know if it was Dan Dafa or too thirsty. When he heard ** say Happy Valentine's Day, he thrust in his heart.

Suddenly there was a deep sorrow, Angel, you are a good man, why is that happening?

I don’t have a boyfriend and neither does my girlfriend. I spend Valentine’s Day with the bathtub.
To be continued...