"I'll give you." Angel was also very straightforward.

Na Chen turned around suddenly and stared at his face: "I said, I'll go by myself."

"Do you think I really want to send you there?" Angel frowned and stared at him, "Just like this, you're going out like this, and I'm afraid the police will ask me for questions!"

The community is very quiet at this moment, with red firecracker debris on the ground, and the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder that has not dissipated.

"Every New Year," Na Chen sat in the passenger seat and leaned against the back of the chair and looked out the car window, "I have been panicking since the New Year. I don't know why, but I'm very panicking and unstoppable. Have you ever felt this way?"

Have.

Angel didn't say anything, his eyes staring at the red on the road, what a festive color.

"Everyone rushed home, how warm and delicious it was, everyone gathered together," Na Chen didn't seem to need Anhe's response, but just looked out the window and kept saying, "I looked at these people and felt that they had all left and were all home, and there were fewer and fewer people outside, and no one could take care of looking at you..."

Angel drove silently. There were almost no cars on the street and there was no snow. He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the speed in the direction of the Fifth Courtyard.

Na Chen's voice slowly lowered and disappeared.

But today he said more than ever before. After a few minutes of quietness, he started to say it again.

"I hate answering the phone," he said, looking at Anhe, "Na Chen's mother is sick again today, Na Chen's mother smashed her neighbor's car today, Na Chen's mother is crazy, Na Chen's father is in a car accident, Na Chen's father is dead..."

"Stop talking." Angel took a breath and vomited slowly.

"Are you upset?" Na Chen said.

Angel didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say.

"My dad said I was annoying, and he said, "No Chen, everyone hates you."

"Stop talking!" Anhe honked his horn hard.

Na Chen finally stopped speaking, smiled and stretched, staring at the road ahead.

This state of insufficiency made An He clearly feel the uneasiness and tension in Na Chen's heart.

"I don't hate you, nor do I feel annoyed." Angel said a long time later.

"Thanks."

The outside of the fifth ward is very clean, with no firecracker chips, and only the couplets outside the door indicate that the patients here are also celebrating the New Year.

Anhe stopped the car and was about to get off the car Nachen pressed him: "Wait for me in the car."

"Hmm?" Angel was stunned.

"Don't go in, wait for me here." Na Chen looked at him.

"Okay," Angel didn't ask any more. He knew why, "Call me if you want help."

Na Chen jumped out of the car and ran into the hospital gate.

Angel casually stuffed Zhang CD and listened, staring at the big tree with leaves outside the gate of the Fifth Courtyard, which had all fallen leaves.

Although he was unwilling to do so, the words that Na Chen had been saying before still began to circulate in his mind, which made him feel very unhappy.

He studied psychology in college, but now he is unwilling to analyze anyone's psychology except for students. His own lack of emotions have not been resolved.

He was not a person who was too easily affected, but Na Chen's dark past still made him feel depressed. While he wanted to get rid of this feeling, he also habitually wanted to analyze more.

Angel sighed softly, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, staring at the sign of the fifth courtyard in front of him in a daze.

This period of time was extraordinary, and he never thought he would be like this one day.

But that's enough, this kind of madness that can throw anything aside is more unsettling than loneliness.
Chapter completed!