"Anhe," Nachen grabbed his hand, "What's wrong?"

Angel came to his senses and pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "My second aunt's phone number."

"What did you say?" Na Chen asked.

"Talking about grandpa's affairs... I told my mother not to send her off tomorrow," Angel said a little hard, "There is no name on the monument."

Na Chen didn't say anything and grabbed his hand very hard.

Angel sighed, picked up the dish and put it in his mouth, but it tasted nothing.

"Then are you still going?" Na Chen asked after a while.

"Go," Anhe put down his chopsticks, "I must go, my mom... let's see it later."

"Are you okay?" Na Chen was a little worried.

"Well, what can happen," Angel closed his eyes and took a breath. "Nothing can be changed by me if I am depressed. Even if everything has not changed, it will have no substantial impact on me. What should I do or what should I do."

This was said to Na Chen and to himself.

Sometimes, some things are like this.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or bad, there is no solution or not, the only thing to do is put aside.

It was almost ten o'clock after eating, and the two of them slowly chatted along the street for more than an hour before returning to the video game city to get the car.

"Waiting for me here," Na Chen said, his car parked at the back door of the video game city, "I'll get the car."

"I'm still holding a car, and I'm talking about what big car you want to get." Angel smiled.

"Wait for me here, I'll get my little toilet."

"What little toilet?"

"Don't you think my small battery looks like a toilet?" Na Chen jumped all the way to the back door.

When Na Chen said this, when he came over with a small white battery, Angel immediately felt that Na Chen was sitting on the toilet and was slapping...

"Come up and send you back." Na Chen waved his head.

"Actually, this is not a small toilet. It's quite big according to the size of the toilet." Anhe sat in the back seat, squeezed forward, and hugged Nachen's waist.

"Then it's a big toilet, have you sat down?" Na Chen honked the horn, "I pulled it."

"Damn, you're almost the same!" Angel pushed him, "It's not long after I finished my meal!"

Na Chen drove Anhe downstairs with the toilet, but parked the car but didn't mean to go upstairs.

Angel looked at the time: "You're not going up?"

"Well," Na Chen got out of the car and pulled him in front of him, quickly leaned over and kissed him in the face, "I want to go back to get the clothes for work tomorrow, throw them away the ones in the office to wash them. If you go back tomorrow morning, you won't be late."

Anhe smiled and touched Nachen's face. Nachen told him about work in a very normal tone, which made him feel very down-to-earth. Nachen, who has always been careless, would rush back to work not to be late.

"Then go back, don't drive the toilet too fast on the way." He smiled.

"I will be with your grandfather tomorrow. I will take you to the crematorium after signing it," Na Chen thought about it and kissed him again, "Don't think too much, I'll be with you."

"Yeah," Angel hugged him, touching his back with a few hands, "I know."

When Na Chen drove away, An He didn't go upstairs and stood downstairs and looked at his back. He probably saw him standing in the place in the rearview mirror. Na Chen drove for about ten meters and suddenly blew a loud whistle, and then began to shake his legs.

Angel immediately remembered the rhythmic "Pu La Pu La" of Na Chen before, and compared his middle finger to his back: "Damn!"

I remembered Na Chen again and said, "Don't learn from me", so he stretched out his index finger and compared it.

Na Chen smiled and honked the horn twice, and drove the car out of the door.

The night was nice today, the moon and stars were crowded in the sky. The sky was warm, and the wind was blowing on my face with wetness, which was a little sticky, but it still made people feel very comfortable.

Instead of driving the car home, he turned on another road.

Today is an ordinary day, but for Na Chen, it is a little different.

Today is the day when my father dies.

After his father passed away, he had never visited the cemetery. He didn't know if he would go there in the future, but he still didn't plan to go to the cemetery today.

The small battery turned on for almost forty minutes before he stopped on the side of the road.

Going further forward, it is Dad's company. Dad drove out of this road that day and hit a car parked on the side of the road.

Na Chen pushed the car across the road, sat on the sidewalk, staring at the flat and clean road.

"Dad," he lowered his head and took out a tissue from his pocket, "What are you thinking?"

The tissue was gently rolled between his fingers, and slowly rolled into a small white flower. Na Chen put the flower on the ground: "I have never known what you are thinking, what you are thinking, what mom is thinking, why, what are you? What's wrong with you... I still don't know."

The wind blew gently, and the hair on his forehead swept to his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and whispered: "I have always wanted to prove it to you. I'm not what you said, but no matter how I do, you won't look at it. Why do you do this? I don't know, but it doesn't matter."

"From now on, I won't do it for you, I'm for myself," Na Chen lit a cigarette and squinted his eyes in the smoke. "I'm for the person worthy, there are always people looking forward to me, and there are always people who can see it. Although that person is not you, I'm satisfied."
Chapter completed!