After smoking two cigarettes, Nachen's cell phone rang and a text message came in.﹏Yawen﹍bar w·w-w-.`y-a·w`en8

Anh sent it, have you arrived home?

He looked up at the night sky and replied to Angel, "When you are here, look at the stars, do you want to see it too?"

I'll go and take a look.

After a while, Anhe sent another one. After reading it, he sneezed twice. Do you miss me?

Na Chen smiled. This thing is not accurate. If it is accurate, you will have to catch a cold now.

Go to bed, good night.

Good night.

After sending the text message, Na Chen said softly to Anhe's name on his phone, then stood up and stretched, looked at the little white flower on the ground, and stepped onto the small battery.

Having someone who can say good night every day is a kind of happiness for Na Chen.

The two ordinary words are said casually and warmly.

He started the car and drove slowly back along the road.

The soft wind blew across his face, and he took a deep breath. The weather was getting warmer, and the cold wind that pierced his body in winter had disappeared.

The speed of the small battery is incomparable to that of Bombardier, but occasionally he feels very enjoyable when he turns on the small battery. Compared with Bombardier's wild thrill, the speed of the small battery is reassuring.

After driving for a while, the speed of the small battery became slower and slower. Na Chen twisted the accelerator, and the small battery buzzed twice, making the speed even slower.

Na Chen tsk, sweeps the power indicator on the dashboard, and stops the car: "Damn..."

There is no power!

Nachen was used to driving a motorcycle that burned oil. He had no idea how far a small toilet could run, nor did he have the habit of looking at the power.

Now looking at the pointer that indicates down to the end of the battery, he was a little helpless.

I was stunned for a while and then wanted to laugh. What's this?

After pushing the car for half an hour, I saw a brand at the entrance of a store selling electric cars, fast charging, two yuan per day, but the store has been closed.

Fortunately, it was not too late, so Na Chen rushed over and knocked on the door. The owner only opened a small window through the door, probably thinking that he was robbing.

Na Chen took his ID card and student ID on the small window.

But after taking a photo, he immediately regretted it. The student ID card was printed with majors. After a look, the shop owner closed the window: "I'm sorry, this night is really unlucky."

"Those two things are... Uncle, I can't charge the electric car and walk home. I'll get it in the middle of the night..." Na Chen leaned against the door. Before he could put it, he would probably get angry. Maybe he would make a bunch of small stones hit the door one by one for a few hours, but he was in a good mood during this period, "You can help."

After a long time of hard work, the owner could not understand. Na Chen looked at both sides and said that only one of them could have fast charging. He gritted his teeth and said, "I've taken the ultimate move, uncle."

"If you dare to smash the door, I will call the police." The owner said inside.

"No, I don't have to worry about that," Na Chen squatted down against the door, "I chant the scriptures."

"What?" The owner's voice was puzzled.

"What do you think," Na Chen smiled, "I learned this."

The shop owner didn't say anything, Na Chen cleared his throat. In fact, they didn't learn these things, but there was no problem with Meng'er. He began to recite in a low voice: "Namo All Tathagata's heart secret, the whole body, the relics, treasure box, seal, Dharani sutra, mantra tower, shuha..."

"Hey!" The owner opened the small window, "You guy is really... hurry up and leave!"

"Thank you uncle," Na Chen jumped up and pushed the car over. After the owner opened the door and helped him connect the plug and other things, he smiled and said, "This is a scripture for auspicious blessings, don't worry. Yawen 8_>"

After charging five yuan in the store, Na Chen drove the car home.

I took a shower and set the alarm clock tomorrow and went back to the house to lie on the bed. After lying for a while, I got up again, took out two dollars of coins, and put them into the piggy bank at the head of the bed.

The sound made when the coin fell in was a little stuffy, no longer the crisp sound he had before. He picked up the jar and weighed it, and shook it again. The money was already a lot.

He lay back on the pillow, placed the piggy bank next to the pillow, and bounced his fingers on the jar: "Good night."

Before the alarm clock rang in the morning, Na Chen was awake. He got up and fryed two eggs for himself, drank a can of milk, thinking about what Anhe would eat in the morning. He usually bought two buns to eat, but today he might stop eating because he was in a bad mood.

So he took two braised eggs from the refrigerator and heated them up, put them in a small insulation bowl and took them out of the door.

After walking two steps, he ran back and opened the door and entered the house. He ran to the balcony. There were a row of small flower pots on the flower stands on the balcony. He poured water into the flower pots one by one and whispered: "My gentlemen, why haven't you seen the buds yet? Don't cheat me. It's less than a month. You can't let me give people a few pots of soil!"

When Anhe drove to the funeral home, he saw that his second aunt helped his grandma and just arrived. There was a farewell ceremony here, and then he had to send his grandma to the crematorium.

He got out of the car, and grandma saw him and stopped. He was about to scream at grandma, but grandma had turned her face and walked slowly in.

Angel took out his cell phone and dialed his mother's number, wanting to see what happened to her mother, but the phone turned off.

He sighed, forget it, just do it. It doesn't matter how your relatives think, say, or do whatever they want. He just needs to do what he should do.

The chairs were already arranged outside the farewell hall, and the staff were tying black veils to their relatives at home. Anhe saw the Chen wearing a black formal outfit and was busy. He didn't go over and stood aside and watched.

The relatives and mothers at home never walked around. He didn't know him except grandma, second aunt and uncle. No one noticed him, and he didn't know who he was when he saw him.

After Na Chen tied the black veil for his grandma, he looked up and saw him, signaling him to go over.

Anhe shook his head gently, he didn't want to go over and cause trouble for his grandmother and second aunt.

Na Chen took the time to come over, tied the black veil in his hand to his arm, and whispered: "When I send it out, I can just pick it and tie it to the tree next to me."

"Yeah." Anh nodded.

"Have you had breakfast?" Na Chen glanced at him.

"I got up late and didn't have time to eat," Angel smiled, "Did you eat?"

"Nonsense, can the Hong Case expert still eat without breakfast? I ate fried eggs and milk," Na Chen said with a tsk, "Wait for me.>Yawenba w·w-w=.=y=a·w`e-n=8="

Angel watched him turn back to the table and took out a bag from the table bucket. He probably had something to eat, and his stomach whined.

"Rare eggs, just two, you can cushion, I have something to do..." Na Chen put the bag on his hand, looked up behind him, and was stunned, "Is that your mother?"

Angel turned around and saw his mother standing under the long steps. He was about to turn around when he turned around and left.

He stopped and did not chase after him.

My mother and grandparents rarely walked around for decades, and seemed to have forgotten that they had their parents. It was not until my grandfather was hospitalized that my mother suddenly woke up from a dream, cried, panicked, or felt that she could not describe at all. She was a distant and cold parents like passers-by for decades.

Angel is not surprised at her current state.

"Do you want to take the time to talk to your mother and give her guidance?" Na Chen said from the side.

"It's useless. Don't say that my relationship with her is impossible. Have you ever seen so many psychological counseling done for the elderly?" Anhe smiled, "Concept, the psychological trends for so many years... go and do your business."

"Are you okay?" Na Chen asked again while walking there.

"I'll eat braised eggs." Anhe knocked on the lunch box in his hand.

After the farewell ceremony, grandma walked past Anhe with swollen eyes, and Anhe followed the crowd at the end.

He had no idea, no discomfort, no embarrassment, and no melancholy. He just drove the car behind the big car in the funeral home to the crematorium and put a CD to listen.

When he passed by the old car park, he glanced at the gate and could not see Na Chen's secret base on the road, but he suddenly felt relieved.

When he came here with Na Chen for the first time, he did not expect that he would have so many interactions with Na Chen one day, and he did not expect that the unhappy 419 would become a feeling that he could not bear.

"I don't know if I don't look," Angel tapped the steering wheel with his finger. "The world is so wonderful."

After his grandfather was cremated, Anhe did not follow him to the cemetery. After calling Na Chen, he drove back to school.

When he was sitting in the office facing the computer, he was a little dazed, very comfortable.

After the grandfather's affairs were dealt with, it was like a conclusion, turning over all the depression and entanglements over the past period. Although he could not overcome his emotions over the past ten or twenty years, it still made him relax and feel soft and comfortable. He leaned on the chair and wanted to sleep.

Then I went to bed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the class leader of their class was standing next to his desk, in a daze.

"I'll have a good time to visit?" Anh quickly sat upright, took a cup and drank a sip of water, "What's the matter?"

"Mr. An, the class meeting is not held anymore? Will the self-study change?" The class monitor looked at him.

"Ah," Angel stood up, "Then why are you stunned when you look at me? You won't call me?"

"...You woke up as soon as I stood here, I was not stunned." The squad leader felt aggrieved.

"It's such a beautiful misunderstanding," Angel took his notebook and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Class meetings usually start Anhe, and students will play the rest by themselves. As long as they don’t go too far, they won’t care.

The theme of this class meeting was how to live a fulfilling high school life. The students set the theme themselves. Angel had ridiculed this topic before, but the students discussed it very well today.

Not to mention the three years of high school, a group of people even discussed their performance and off-topics directly about college, falling in love, getting married and having children.

His life was chaotic during this period. In addition to going around the class on time every day, he hadn't paid much attention to the ideas of these children for a long time.

"So, I can't live well now. What capital can I live well after I have..." Someone said loudly.

Angel held back his laughter and sat on the side of the podium to listen to a class. It took him a few minutes before he stood up and pulled the topic back and made a summary.

Walking out of the classroom, he jumped down the stairs, stretched as he walked through the playground, and almost threw his notebook to the ground.

Since meeting my mother at the funeral home that day, Anhe has never returned home or contacted her. His life has changed dramatically, and the same is true for his mother, losing relatives, divorce... His relationship with her mother has not improved much, so he doesn't want to put any pressure on her mother during this period after her grandfather passed away.

He and his mother should keep meeting each other for a month or two for the time being. His mother complained a few times, and it would be better for him to listen to the sound of mahjong.

Nachen is not busy with work, but he has to work night shifts from time to time. During the night shift, Anhe would text him to chat until very late.
To be continued...