Dude, your wig fell off

Chapter 28 The Song of the Fly Swatter

Na Chen cleaned up all the unfinished dishes on the table, and changed the tablecloth, with a checkered pattern, the color is very beautiful, and the thick texture makes people feel very comfortable.

An He looked at the shortbread, hawthorn tea and a plate of tomatoes on the table, and asked, "Can you still make shortbread?"

"I bought this one," Na Chen smiled, "It takes too much time to make pastries."

"Do you like making these things very much, such as snacks, dishes and so on." An He took a sip of hawthorn tea, which was very refreshing.

"It's okay," Na Chen also took a sip, tapping his fingers on the table, "There must be something to pass the time."

An He smiled, listening to the sound of Na Chen's fingertips jumping, lit a cigarette and took a puff, watching the smoke slowly drifting upwards, entangled among the lamps above the dining table.

"I don't know if he can be regarded as an ex-boyfriend. When I met him, I was a sophomore and had a girlfriend." An He frowned while smoking a cigarette. This would make him uncomfortable whenever he thought about it, let alone He said it, but he didn't organize the language for a long time.

It was even more uncomfortable than his first trial teaching after graduation.

"Did you have a boyfriend at that time?" Na Chen asked.

"No, that's my third girlfriend," An He narrowed his eyes, the smoke made him want to cry, and smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, "At that time, I was looking forward to finding a wife and giving birth to a little girl." When I was a child."

Na Chen slid down on the back of the chair, tilted his head, rested his forehead with his fingers, and looked at him intently: "Your girlfriend is very beautiful."

"Well, pretty." An He nodded.

"and after?"

later?An He stared at the cigarette in his hand, and the pain on the back of his hand that he had ignored before became clear, and it exploded in his heart.

"I got to know him later, he was a year older than me and in the same department as me." An He took a sip of tea.

"What department? Politics?" Na Chen interrupted.

"No, psychology." An He smiled.

"No wonder..." Na Chen clicked his tongue and lit a cigarette, "Do you still think about me occasionally?"

"When you are particularly annoying, I will think about it." An He raised his teacup.

Na Chen took his own cup and moved over to touch him: "Going off topic, what's next?"

An He lowered his head, pinched the cup, put it gently on the table, picked it up again, and put it down again. After several times, he put down the cup and took a breath: "He has a lot in common with me, the same hobbies, the same topics , the same point of view...and he is very good at taking care of people, to be precise, he is very good at getting used to people."

"Understood," Na Chen hooked the corners of his lips, "you're just confused, right?"

"Almost, my girlfriend broke up at that time, and he was like a life-saving straw. I told him everything." An He sighed softly, yes, he would still tell people about himself at that time thing.

"The breakup was also caused by him." Na Chen pouted, a little disdainful.

"... who knows." An He smiled helplessly.

"and then?"

"Then?" An He bit his lips, "There's no more, go to bed, and break up."

Na Chen raised his eyebrows, seemed a little surprised, after being silent for a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Ha!"

An He was about to pinch the cigarette, but was so startled by his sudden cry that he almost threw the cigarette into the cup: "What are you doing!"

"It's nothing." Na Chen stood up, took a small tomato and stuffed it into his mouth, "Is it because I found out that I actually like a man and then mustered up the courage to face it, but he just wanted to have sex with him?"

An He looked up at Na Chen, and clapped his hands after a long time: "That's a good summary."

He wasn't sure if Nachen knew the definition of flipper, but he didn't want to continue peeling off his scars anymore.

"Did you have a boyfriend after that?" Na Chen sat on the edge of the table in front of him.

"I've had one, and I'll share it." An He bit the little tomato, and the sweet and sour taste in his mouth was very good. He slowly recovered from the previous dullness, feeling relieved.

"Why?" Na Chen asked.

An He glanced at him: "Do you feel insecure? You have to guard against men and women."

Na Chen didn't continue this topic, took An He's hand and looked at it: "It's still swollen."

"It should be fine tomorrow," An He withdrew his hand, "By the way, I forgot to give you something, it's in my coat pocket."

"Huh?" Na Chen jumped off the table, went to the living room to take his coat, took out the red stone chain from his pocket, and smiled, "I made this myself."

"Soapstone?" An He stood up, and the clock in the living room rang, 09:30.

"It's just an ordinary stone, the color is pretty, so I picked it up, polished it and painted it, and then drilled a hole." Nachen put the chain back around his neck and looked at the time, "Are you going back? Cinderella."

"Yes, Your Highness, I have to get up early when school starts tomorrow." An He took the coat from him and put it on.

"Where's your crystal shoe?" Na Chen suddenly squatted down and grabbed his calf.

"Damn," An He laughed, touched his body for a while, took out a pack of tissues and threw it on the ground, "Here it is."

"Cinderella, your life is really hard." Na Chen picked up the tissue and looked at it happily. "I'll get you a pair of bigger ones later."

That Chen didn't stay with An He anymore, sent him to the underground garage, and then sat in the passenger seat.

"What do you mean?" An He got into the car and looked at him.

"I'll take you to the gate and help you pass the exit card to the security guard. I'm afraid you won't be able to go out without the pass card extender." Na Chen looked ahead and said slowly.

"Hey..." An He started the car, "How can you be as virtuous as the security guard in our community, you will never end!"

"You know, the fly swatter is too inconsistent with your usual temperament. I don't think I can finish it within a year." Na Chen smiled and patted the roof of the car with his hands. "I'll discuss it with Li Fan. Make a fly swatter song, I will notify you to come and watch it when it is performed, I wave my green wings, looking for your breath..."

The last two lines were sung by Na Chen casually, but the tune was unexpectedly pleasant, An He couldn't help but glance at him.

"How about it?"

"……thank you."

The neighborhood is quite quiet, the kind of quiet that is unique to New Years Eve, the occasional sound of firecrackers, the red confetti that has melted into the snow on both sides of the road, and the faint smell of gunpowder smoke, all revealing the aftermath of the hustle and bustle. lonely.

An He's mood today is a little turbulent, which fits well with the current atmosphere at the end of the year.

Back in the house, he soaked the towel and threw it into the refrigerator according to the method taught by Nachen, and put it on his hand to reduce swelling after it was completely frozen.

Then I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

TV is a magical tool. For An He, those boring and messy programs can quickly pull him back from other states and return to the normal rhythm of life.

Such as the current state.

Inexplicably, he dug out the scar that had been pressing on his heart.

It was hard to say how painful it was, and there was even a vague feeling of "I don't know how the test scores are, but I finally passed the test".

But An He was a little uneasy about such a change, any change would make him uncomfortable.

Even after sitting for a long time and changing the posture, there will be blood rushing for a few seconds, not to mention the calm life he has carefully maintained for many years.

In order to ensure that he would have enough energy the next day, An He took a Valium before going to bed, and soon fell asleep.

Originally, he thought that what he saw by day and dream by night would bring some disturbing dreams, but he fell asleep directly until dawn, and the biological clock dutifully woke him up when it was just dawn.

An He stretched on the bed with some squinting eyes, propped his hands on the top of his head, and knocked on the bed. The dull pain from the back of his hands made him instantly clear from half-dream and half-awake, refreshed, and able to Raised his arms and shouted: "Ah—hiss—"

The hands were not as red as last night, they turned green with red borders, and they were still a little swollen. An He tried to move his fingers, but the fingers were still flexible, but there was a pain like a tendon.

What a meaningful meal.

Back at the school where he had been away for 20 days, An He didn't feel much. It was interesting to see the half-dead students around him.

An He stood behind Zhang Lin, and this kid was also copying. An He could tell by looking at the words that Xu Jingyao was copying. Xu Jingyao's words were very powerful, not like those written by a little girl. The words are somewhat similar.

"How far away?" An He leaned over and asked.

"Half a book," Zhang Lin replied without raising his head, "don't bother me."

"Do you want me to help you?" An He asked.

"You..." Zhang Lin raised his head and glanced at him impatiently, and was stunned, "Mr. An?"

"It's still half an hour, is it too late?" An He flipped through his notebook.

"I'm afraid of farts, I don't believe that the teacher reads every page of every book," Zhang Lin clicked his tongue, "Can you read it, anyway, it's all copied..."

"There's a lot to talk about, why don't we chat first?" An He pushed the person in front of Zhang Lin away and sat down.

"Hey, Mr. An, can I be wrong? I will definitely not copy during the summer vacation. Please forgive me now, and I will be done soon!" Zhang Lin looked at him with a sad face and cupped his fists.

"Look at Xu Jingyao, how dare you chase him?" An He whispered, stood up and walked to the podium.

Behind Zhang Lin held back for a long time before shouting: "Damn!"

An He turned his head and pointed at him: "Come to my office after the opening ceremony, and talk to me about what you have been relying on this winter vacation."

After the ceremony, Zhang Lin and the non-stop students in the class were taken to the office by An He. An He didn't intend to say nonsense like studying hard when the new semester started. Let them say these things by themselves. Can speak better and more comprehensively than any other teacher.

An He asked what they were doing during the winter vacation, and took a look at their trends during this vacation, and then waved his hand: "It's time to catch up on sleep and go home to catch up on sleep. You can't be late from tomorrow."

After the students dispersed, An He packed up his things and prepared to eat something.

I ran into Principal Jiang at the school gate. He greeted him and was about to leave. Principal Jiang waved his hand: "Teacher An, are you going to eat?"

"Well," An He nodded, and said casually, "School Jiang together?"

"Okay, let's go together," Captain Jiang responded quickly, "The beef noodle shop at the intersection?"

After talking together, An He regretted it. He knew why Jiang Jiang wanted to go to dinner with him so readily.

Sure enough, when the beef noodle was served, Captain Jiang said, "How did you think about the counseling room I told you about last semester?"

An He's hands were already in pain, and after hearing this, he almost couldn't even hold his chopsticks: "Chief Jiang, I really can't..."

"Young man, why don't you be a bit motivated," Jiang Xiao snorted, "Among your group of young teachers, you are the one who is closer to students in thinking, has a professional background, and has a stronger sense of responsibility. You said that your consultant certificate What is the exam for?"

An He didn't say a word, the counselor's certificate, everyone in the psychology major took the exam when he graduated, so he followed the exam.

"Think about it carefully, I hope you can continue," Captain Jiang took a sip of the soup with his head closed, and tasted it with his eyes closed for a while, "This soup is authentic."

There is a psychological counseling room in the school. Last semester, School Jiang mentioned it to him. An He really didn't want to do it, and he didn't make money if he worked hard. Normally, it would be calculated as a class fee of more than ten yuan, and School Jiang didn't mean to go away. The cutscene was to be serious, and An He felt a headache when he thought about it.

After Jiang finished his ideological mobilization and beef noodles, he preempted the bill and left.

For the next few days, An He was very depressed. This job probably couldn't be turned off. He was already annoyed enough by those problematic students in his class, and he couldn't think of adding anything else.

I have a bunch of problems that I haven't solved yet, and occasionally I have to worry about classmate Chen because of his mental illness.

Besides, this does not mean that a student has a problem. The problem can be solved for this student. It also involves many aspects, the people around, the cooperation of teachers and parents...

"Ah..." An He kicked off his desk, leaned his chair back against the wall, stared at the ceiling and sighed.

With 15 minutes left for school, An He stood up and strolled out of the office, and went downstairs, intending to go to the class. It was just the first week of school, and all the students were like Li Tian who had been abused for several months without food. I can snore even in class, and even babble.

When he went down to the corner of the second floor, he saw a boy standing facing the wall, carrying a schoolbag, and there were a few scattered textbooks on the ground.

An He went over to pick up the book and stuffed it back into his schoolbag. The boy seemed to be frightened. He glanced at him in panic, then quickly turned his face back and continued to face the wall, muttering in a low voice, listening to I don't know what to say.

"School is over soon, let's go back to the classroom." An He patted him on the shoulder and went downstairs.

This student is a sophomore in high school. He has been like this for a while. He is introverted and often bullied. He can often be seen standing on the stairs of a certain floor of the office and talking to the wall.

In the beginning, there were teachers who tried to ask about the situation. After a long time, no one would care. At least if you stay here, you will not be beaten by other students. But if you want to continue like this, you must be persuaded to quit this semester.

An He sighed lightly.

As far as problem students are concerned, any class has them, it just depends on whether you pay attention to them, whether you want to classify them all as troublesome or are willing to analyze and solve them one by one.

When walking to the door of his class, An He saw someone leaning on the corridor to watch the scenery, and when he heard his footsteps, that person turned his head, covered his mouth with a tissue and called him: "Mr. An."

This is a student in his class, named Li Le, very handsome and fair, just... An He stood at the stairs and hooked his fingers at him: "Come here."

Li Le walked over holding a tissue: "What's the matter?"

"Why are you standing here? Lookout?" An He looked at him.

"I don't like to stay in the classroom," Li Le frowned, "The group of people are having convulsions again."

"How did you draw it?"

"Touch my ass and pinch my face!" Li Le turned his face to look at the classroom in annoyance, his words were quite relaxed, but his eyes were not like that, "Hooligan!"

"I didn't say that," An He pointed to Li Le's face, "Can you come to school without makeup?"

"Mr. An, are you sexually discriminating?" Li Le glared at him.

"I don't discriminate. I'll tell you that students can't put on makeup. If you want to put on makeup after school," An He pointed to the sink at the end of the corridor, "I'll give you 3 minutes to wash your face."

Li Le touched his face, and looked at him with disdain: "Mr. An, I need to use cleansing oil..."

"You must have brought hand cream, so use that and go wash it off," An He took out a hand cream from Li Le's pocket and put it in his hand, "When you don't put on makeup, if they dare to adjust it... Convulsion, I will clean them up for you."

Li Le clicked his tongue and reluctantly walked over to the pool.

An He entered the classroom. Zhang Lin was the leader of the "those people" that Li Le said. He went directly to Zhang Lin's seat and bent down to press Zhang Lin's neck. Press startled, just about to start cursing, turned to see him, and quickly put the phone in the drawer.

"What about itchy skin?" An He leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Are you going to send me off?"

"I promise not to bring it tomorrow." Zhang Lin blocked the drawer with his arm.

An He was about to speak when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the class suddenly became lively with a bang like water boiling, and the sound of a schoolbag being smashed on the desk, An He straightened up: "Have you regained your life?"

"Yes—ah—" someone said with a long voice and a smile.

An He didn't say much, and pointed to Zhang Lin: "You stay."

"Ah?" Zhang Lin was stunned, "I'll stay again?"

Several boys in the front row turned their heads to Zhang Lin and had a good time. An He pointed at each of them and sat down on the seat next to him: "There are still a few of you, stay here and talk to me for a while."

After everyone in the class was gone, An He looked at the few boys left behind: "Let's talk about the topic directly, do you know what respect is?"

Several boys were stunned, and Zhang Lin asked, "What do you mean?"

"Did Li Le invite you to provoke you? Do you dare to rush at others?" An He looked at him, "I know you think he is a mother, what is the matter with you if you are a mother? Mother you?"

"Hey!" Zhang Lin yelled, "I'm not happy to see him, a man with old make-up, eyeliner like a panda."

"I think you are upset, did I beat you?" Anhe snorted.

"Boss An, you..."

"You are not stupid, and I don't need to speak too seriously," An He stood up, "Everyone has his own personality, some people don't like you, and some people don't like you, learning to be tolerant will not let you It's embarrassing, understand?"

Zhang Lin sighed: "Understood."

"Go away if you understand, don't let me see you guys making trouble with Li Le again," An He waved his hand, and walked out of the classroom, "Maybe you can live a little more grandly."

When he returned to the office to pack up his things and came out, there was no one in the school, so An He stretched himself.

When he went downstairs, the boy facing the wall had already changed places, and he was walking slowly along the base of the wall on the first floor of the office building.

An He walked past him, glanced inside the principal's office, and saw that Principal Jiang hadn't left yet, and was burying his head in front of the computer typing something. He stopped at the door for a few seconds, and walked out of the school gate quickly.

Maybe tomorrow he will have a chat with Jiang Xiaoxiao.

The sidewalk leading from the door to the parking lot next to it was full of battery cars, so An He had to walk to the side of the road. It was time to get off work, and the horns blared so loudly that it was annoying to hear.

He didn't go far, but there was a horn behind him that made him unbearable. He stepped on the sewer cover and left. Didi followed him and kept screaming. He turned his head a little annoyed.

"I thought hitting your hand made you deaf." Na Chen sat on the Bombardier and looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"Why did you come here?" An He was taken aback, "Looking for Xu Jingyao or me?"

"Looking for you," Na Chen stared at his hands, "I asked the old Chinese doctor to prescribe medicine to soak your hands."