"You are so old, why are you still so childish?" My father looked at him with an incomprehensible expression, "I should have divorced her long ago. Isn't it just for you after being delayed for so many years?"

"For me?" Angel walked up to his dad and stood, his hands trembling with excessive force. "What have you done for me? For me? Do you still remember how old I am? Do you remember how long it took you to come home? Do you remember what you did every time you went home? Do you remember what you did outside without going home? Now you say for me?"

Anhe suddenly wanted to laugh a little. He stared into his father's eyes and said word by word: "You didn't even hit me for me! When you beat me, you just threw away your fire! For me?"

"Whatever you say, I think it's good that your mother has figured it out, and this matter should be solved," Dad frowned, "She insisted on asking me to tell you. I'm right to think about it. It's time to tell you. She said she asked me to come to you and she was waiting for you to kill me..."

When my father said this, he sneered: "You said, how can I and her not get to this point if you can say such crazy words?"

"This is not crazy talk," Angel grabbed his collar, his voice heavy, but every word was clear, "You'd better leave before I kill you."

"What did you say?"

"I'll let you," Angel let go and pushed him hard on his chest, "Get out!"

Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed, with half a bottle of medicine at the edge of the bed, and Anhe sat beside the bed in a daze.

Grandpa is not in good condition today as he did a few days ago and didn't say much.

Angel has never liked hospitals, and all he saw was tired and listless people, and the air was filled with a frustrating atmosphere.

His mind was a little silly. He tried hard to let himself go. He stared at the white sheet on his grandfather for a long time, but couldn't do it. His mind was messy and he thought about something but didn't know.

Just feel tired.

After the meeting time was up, Anhe stood up, and his grandfather was already asleep. He walked out of the ward and leaned in the corridor for a while before slowly walking out of the inpatient department.

When he returned to his own place, the lights in the room did not make him feel at ease. He took a bath and felt that he could immediately fall asleep when he was lying in the bathtub. In order not to drown himself in the tank, he got up and wanted to go back to bed to sleep.

But an hour later he was still lying on the bed and staring at him. The feeling of being sleepy but tossing and turning could not fall asleep made him a little broken.

He got up and took the medicine from the drawer and wanted to take it. After hesitating for a long time, he put it back. He has always paid great attention to this.

After squatting beside the bed for a long time, he walked to the computer and sat down.

He didn't know what to do after turning on the computer, so he clicked on q and wanted to see if the Chen was asleep.

The gray avatar on the q was beating, and he clicked on it.

Looking at Na Chen’s message, he was stunned for a long time.

Did Na Chen go to the hospital today to wait for him?

He quickly stood up and took his clothes into his pocket, trying to call Na Chen to ask. After taking it for a long time, he remembered that he had not had a phone call these days.

"Damn." Angel stood there.

Five minutes later, he put on his clothes and went downstairs, ran to the door booth and asked the security guard to borrow his cell phone.

Anhe was a little hesitant when dialing. He felt that he might not be able to press the right number of Nachen, but what surprised him was that after dialing the number, he heard the familiar ringtone.

The phone was answered quite quickly, but it was "heat" there, but the sound was not from Na Chen.

Did you call the wrong one? Angel tried to ask: "Is it Na Chen's phone number?"

"Yes, you are..."

"Li Fan?" Anhe heard that this was Li Fan's voice, "I, Anhe."

"Teacher An, have you changed your number? Then what? Na Chen is drunk and is asleep here," said Li Fan, "Why should I help you call him up?"

"No, don't, let him sleep. I'm fine," Anhe smiled, feeling disappointed, and then a little unspeakable depression and irritability, "I'm dead."

Back in the room, Anhe turned on the TV, sat on the sofa, watching the TV in a daze with a cigarette in his mouth.

A funny sitcom was replaying on TV. He was very loud in the TV, and the sound of the audience laughing echoed in the room... He still felt lonely.

Although Na Chen disrupted his rhythm and destroyed his peace, no matter whether his feelings were good or bad, Na Chen had already penetrated into his life bit by bit.

This was the first time he felt like he wanted Na Chen to stay by his side when he was in a low mood.

But just like he knew Na Chen's attitude towards him but didn't know when he would suddenly go crazy, he knew that as long as he said, Na Chen would come over, but he didn't know when Na Chen, who had a good alcohol tolerance, would suddenly get drunk so much that he couldn't even answer the phone.

Angel lowered his head, supported his knees, and sighed softly.

I couldn't sleep all night until almost five o'clock, and I leaned on the sofa and stared for a while.

The biological clock ignored his sleep time and still woke him up at his usual spot. After washing up, he went out with a slightly stuffy head.

I have to take time to buy a new phone at noon today.

For safety reasons, he did not drive and took a taxi to the school.

Today he only had a class in the third session. After taking a walk in the morning self-study class, he walked through the playground and walked slowly towards the office building.

When passing by the principal's office, Jiang Xiaoyao stood at the window holding a glass of water and saw him screaming: "Teacher An, there is no class in the morning?"

"School Jiang," Anhe adjusted the expression on his face, "There will be a lesson in the third quarter."

"That happens. I thought you had class in the morning and wanted to find you in the afternoon," Jiang Xiao waved, "Come in."

After Anhe entered the office, Chiang closed the door behind him.

"Is there something wrong?" Anhe turned around and looked at Jiang Jie.

"There's something," Jiang Xiao sat behind his desk, took out a courier envelope from the drawer and put it on the table, "You can take a look at this first."

Anhe went over to pick up the envelope, and there were only two photos inside. He glanced at Jiang Xue and took out the photos.

After seeing the photos clearly, he was frozen in place, and his whole body suddenly became cold.

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