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Chapter 41 You are sick(2/2)

For several days, Angel had no news about Nachen, no phone number or text message. Angel had made two calls, but Nachen did not answer.

He didn't know what Na Chen was crazy about, and he didn't have the energy to explore again. He was so busy these days.

My grandfather was hospitalized for cholangiocarcinoma. Because he was too old, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive the surgery. The hospital recommended conservative treatment, but the time was not long.

My mother and grandpa have always had a bad relationship and quarreled when they met. This time my grandpa was hospitalized. Anhe didn't know what his mother was thinking and refused to go to the hospital to take care of her. He still stayed at home every day, and the frequency of playing mahjong was reduced. He was in a daze outside of mahjong, which made Anhe not sure whether he should be happy or depressed.

The two aunts and uncle were very dissatisfied with their mother and they quarreled at home. Anhe had to go to the hospital to accompany his grandfather for two hours every day after work. The second aunt was responsible for taking care of his grandfather in the afternoon. Every time he rushed over after get off work, his second aunt looked ugly.

Grandpa rarely talks, and the most common thing he says to Angel is that your mother ruined her for the rest of her life, the walking corpse.

Angel can only remain silent.

When he came out of the hospital, he sat in the car and didn't want to move.

It took him almost half an hour to get excited and start the car. When he was about to drive out, the cell phone that was thrown on the passenger seat rang.

I picked it up but unexpectedly saw Na Chen's name.

"Big Seven?" He answered the phone.

"What's wrong with you?" Na Chen asked, "Why is your throat hoarse?"

"Is it hoarse?" Angel cleared his throat, "No."

"It's different from usual sound," Na Chen twitched softly, "It's too tiring to go to work?"

"It's okay." Anhe turned off the fire and leaned on the back of the chair. He originally wanted to ask Na Chen what happened in the past few days, but he still didn't speak in the end.

"Is something wrong?" Na Chen chased after him.

Angel hesitated for a long time and whispered: "My grandpa is hospitalized and there is not much time left."

"Are you very uncomfortable?" Na Chen's voice also lightened.

"I don't know," Angel thought for a while and pinched his eyebrows. "I can't say it, I don't actually have a lot of kissing him."

No relative to any relative.

"Where are you?" Na Chen seemed to be walking, his voice trembling a little.

"What are you doing in the hospital?" Angel sat upright.

"Which hospital? I'll go over," Nachen heard the sound of closing the car door, "Wait for me."

"No, I'm fine, I'm just a little tired..."

"Which hospital? I'm taking a taxi, tell me quickly."

"The First Affiliated Hospital." Angel did not insist.

When Nachen knocked on the car window, Anhe was startled and opened the car door in a daze, not knowing when he fell asleep.

"Come on, Brother Big Seven, hug him." Na Chen leaned into the car and hugged him.

Na Chen's hug made Anhe's heart tremble slightly.

That's it. Na Chen's hug is always very serious, and he hugs it firmly, and can squeeze out the empty space in his body.

"I fell asleep accidentally." Anhe buried his face on his shoulder.

"I'll drive, are you going home or where are you going?" Na Chen asked in a low voice.

"Go back to sleep." Angel smiled.

"good."

Nachen's car drove very steadily, and Angel leaned against the passenger seat for a few minutes and felt a little confused again, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

"How long has your grandpa been in the yard?" Na Chen took a disc and put it in the CD machine.

"It's been two months since we haven't told us. I've called my mom this time," Anhe sighed. "I've been in the hospital once before, but my mom doesn't know."

"Why?" Na Chen asked.

"What's why."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"My mother has been living like a lonely family for more than 20 years. She doesn't walk around any relative, and the same goes for her biological parents." Anhe put the chair back, lying halfway down on his pillow with his arms.

After saying this, he glanced at Na Chen. The Na Chen family seemed to be similar, and he was afraid that his words would make Na Chen uncomfortable.

But Na Chen looked in front of him, with no expression on his face.

Na Chen drove downstairs and hesitated after getting off the car: "Then I'll leave, you can rest early."

"Big Seven," Angel stopped him, "Go upstairs to make some food for me before leaving."

"You didn't eat?" Na Chen frowned.

"I didn't care. My second aunt stayed in the hospital in the afternoon and said she had to go back to cook at 7 o'clock. I had to arrive on time and I had no time to eat." Anhe entered the corridor and pressed the elevator.

"Then don't you eat every day?" Na Chen tsk several times, "You will lose weight and you will lose strength. If you want to collect the bills, it will be embarrassing to be soft as soon as you come up..."

Angel made him laugh: "Fuck you, you Mr. An can cry for you at will."

Na Chen didn't say anything, and smiled and hugged his shoulder from behind.

"There is surveillance." Angel reminded him.

"Hi." Na Chen let go of his arm and rushed to the camera on the top to compare a v.

Nachen's ability is to use instant noodles to make various noodles that are not instant noodles.

Sometimes it is braised noodles, sometimes it is mixed noodles, and today it is fried noodles.

"The ingredients are insufficient, just eat it. There are only a few yellow scallions and bacon in the refrigerator. Fortunately, my level..." Na Chen put a plate of fried noodles in front of him, "Or why you praise me first, and I will praise you after you praise me."

Angel lowered his head and took a bite, and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's delicious, my level is so inhumane." Na Chen smiled with satisfaction and lay on the table to watch him eat.

Angel didn't feel hungry at first, and after two of them fell down, his stomach shouted, "God! Something has come in, hahahaha." He buried his head and ate it all, and when he finished eating, he was sweating a little when he threw down the chopsticks.

Because it was just one plate, Na Chen felt that washing one plate was not enough to improve Anhe's washing dishes, so he took it to wash it himself.

Angel sat next to the dining table and leaned against it, feeling a little angry when he was full.

"What have you been doing these days? There is no news." After he recovered a little, he asked what he had wanted to ask before.

"I'm very busy at school, and I don't want to answer the phone when I'm busy." Na Chen put the plate and began to slowly sort out the seasoning bottles on the table.

Na Chen didn't tell the truth. Angel originally thought that he was probably the same as before, and he stopped answering the phone when he twitched from time to time, but Na Chen's calm answer made him feel that this was not the case.

"You..." He stood up and wanted to sit on the sofa, but his cell phone rang.

It was a strange number. Before he could answer it, a woman's voice rushed out: "Hey, is it Teacher An's phone number?"

"Yes, are you?" Angel sat on the sofa, probably a parent of the student.

The butt had not found a suitable place on the sofa, and the woman suddenly raised her voice: "I tell you, my daughter is fine, don't mess around!"

Angel was stunned: "Your daughter..."

"Li Xiaojia, I am Li Xiaojia's mother," the woman's tone was very bad, and she sounded a little angry, "My daughter is fine, she is not crazy! What are you doing in school!"

Angel remembered Li Xiaojia, the student in the class next door, a very introverted girl. When the head teacher brought him to him, the girl had been insomnia for half a month and was very haggard. Angel took a lot of effort to make her speak, and it was clear that it was probably because of the conflict between classmates.

This is not a big deal, but for Li Xiaojia, who is extremely sensitive and introverted and whose parents are not around for a long time, it will become more and more serious if it cannot be resolved.

"That's it..." Angel slowed down and wanted to explain to Li Xiaojia's mother. Some parents were open-minded, but some parents directly thought that receiving psychological counseling was mentally ill.

But the other party did not give him a chance to speak, and said in a series of words: "I know my daughter. She is just a little timid and has no other problems! I am not a mother knowing more than you. Don't mess around anymore. The head teacher also called the parents to cooperate. What should I cooperate with? I give her the best food, clothing and use, so what else can I cooperate with! I think you are sick!"

After saying this, the other party hung up the phone. Angel was silent for a long time before putting his phone aside.

Li Xiaojia should not come to him again. With the parents' attitude, the head teacher and him would not say anything to Li Xiaojia again. He doesn't know what the little girl will do if she continues like this.

"What's wrong?" Na Chen sat next to him and rubbed against him.

"I was scolded by the students' parents." Angel smiled helplessly.

"It's so miserable," Na Chen touched his head, "Parents like my parents are the best, and they never cause trouble for teachers."

Angel smiled and when he wanted to change the topic, his phone rang again.

"Have you scolded enough?" Na Chen leaned over and looked at his phone, "It's your mother's phone number."

"Mom?" Anhe took a look at the time and answered the phone. It was just after ten o'clock, and usually my mother should be playing mahjong at this time.

"If I'm about to die in the future, don't worry about me." My mother said first.

Angel was stunned and frowned and asked, "What?"

"I'm going to get a divorce," said my mother again, "I suddenly figured it out and realized it."

The phone in Anhe almost fell to the ground, and he suddenly stood up: "What did you say?"

"I want to get a divorce, divorce An Zhifei," said my mother.

Angel supported the table and got divorced?

The author has something to say: I will take a break tomorrow and continue on Saturday.
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