"What did you say?" Angel's hand pressed on the table suddenly clenched into a fist, his voice very heavy and trembling, "Divorce? Are you going to get a divorce?"

"Yes, I've thought a lot these days..." My mother's lighter slammed, followed by the sound of her smoking deeply and then vomiting. ﹎Yawen_bar>w=w-w`.-y-a-w·en8

"Grandpa still has a lot of things to do. Can you handle one thing first?" Anhe bit his lip and controlled his emotions.

"His affairs don't affect my divorce. I don't want to care about that much!" My mother's tone was not very good, and she seemed a little irritated.

"Mom," Anhe stood up straight, and said in a calm voice, "I don't agree."

"Why? I'm not here to ask you whether you agree or not!" My mother raised her voice, "What does my divorce have to do with you! Don't worry about my affairs, I won't care about your affairs!"

Angel was silent for two seconds, and suddenly roared like an outbreak: "Of course you won't care about my affairs! You have never cared about it!"

"Why are you sick?" My mother screamed in roaring with him, "Why are you angry when I get divorced?"

"Because you owe me a home!" After Anhe shouted at the phone, he waved his hand suddenly, and the phone flew out of his hand and smashed on the wall. The fragments bounced off the wall and fell all over the ground.

Na Chen jumped up from the sofa.

He had never seen Angel like this before.

Even if Anhe gets angry, he will not be so out of control. No matter how excited he is, his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness can always be controlled in a "degree".

But now Angel has completely changed.

Angry, despair, helplessness, he felt that he could almost see Angel being wrapped in these emotions and burning into a fire.

"Anhe..." Nachen stepped to Anhe's side in two steps and grabbed his arm.

"Don't touch me!" Angel shook his hand away fiercely, his voice hoarse, "Don't touch me."

"If you don't touch you, don't touch you..." Na Chen immediately took a step back. He didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say, or did not know what to do.

Angel stood in the middle of the living room with his back to him, his hands clenched tightly, panting very hard.

Apart from the sound of the TV, there was no other sound around. Angel did not move, and Na Chen did not dare to move, so he could only stare at him.

"You go back," Angel finally spoke, "I want to stay alone for a while."

Na Chen didn't say anything, and watched Anhe turn around and walk slowly into the bedroom, closing the door.

He walked over gently, pushed the door, and then put it on the door and listened. The bedroom was very quiet and I couldn't tell what Angel was doing.

Na Chen stood outside the door for a while, slowly squatted down, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

He could hear the content of the phone call that Anhe's mother wanted to divorce, but Anhe's reaction surprised Nachen.

Angel almost never mentioned his own affairs, his family, and he had hardly said anything in the past. Na Chen didn't expect him to have such a fierce attitude. Yawen bar w`w-w=.-y·

He didn't know what it would be like for his parents to divorce. Until his father died, his parents' relationship was very good, although most of the time his mother couldn't recognize her husband.

Maybe it's fear of losing.

After divorce, the family will be gone.

There was a slight noise in the door, and Na Chen leaned his head slightly back, and he could hear that this was the sound of clothes rubbing against the door, and Anhe was behind the door.

Na Chen turned around and leaned against the door, trying to raise his hand to try to knock on the door, but was stunned.

The suppressed crying vaguely from the door made him raise his hand and unable to knock it down again.

Angel cried.

Angel, who is always calm and calm, and his joy and anger, is crying?

Na Chen put down his hand, leaned back to the door, and lit another cigarette silently.

At this time, he didn't know what other choices he had except to sit here and wait quietly.

The cell phone in my pocket rang and a text message came in.

He turned off his phone directly, squinted his eyes and sucked two puffs of cigarettes.

It's already late at night.

Na Chen still sat quietly outside the bedroom door, his butt and legs were numb and his waist was sore.

Half of the cigarettes had been smoked, and there was a little smoke in the room. He wanted to stand up and open the window to breathe in the room, but he couldn't stand up after trying twice, and his legs were completely numb.

After the numbness passed, there were bursts of soreness and swelling.

"Oh..." Na Chen sighed in a low voice, gritting his teeth and rubbing his legs hard with his hands.

After rubbing for a few seconds, the door behind him suddenly opened.

Na Chen had no energy all over, and the support behind him suddenly disappeared, and he fell backwards.

"Why are you sitting..." Anhe said in surprise, standing at the door, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was probably tight. Before he could finish a sentence, his tune changed four times. He paused or insisted on finishing his words, "Here?"

Na Chen lying on the ground, his whole body was sore and numb. The last word that Anhe stopped and said floated upwards. He felt very distressed when he heard it, but he couldn't help but laugh: "Have your throat gone?"

"It's been over," Angel cleared his throat, "Whose voice fell down after he ran three times."

"I'll pour you some water." Na Chen sat up, rubbing his legs and trying to stand up.

"You should slow down first," Angel bent down and pressed his shoulder, "I'm fine."

Anhe poured himself a glass of water, stood next to the water dispenser and drank it all in one breath, poured another cup and handed it to Nachen: "Drink some, smoke all night, your throat is almost burning."

"So, you," Na Chen stood up and took the cup and drank water, went into the bedroom and sniffed it. The smoke in the bedroom was much heavier than in the living room. "Your throat is gone."

"Go to bed." Angel entered the bathroom.

When Na Chen followed in, he was burying his face in the washbasin.

"Anhe." Na Chen gently touched his back. Yawen 8w`w=w-.=y-a=

"Hmm?" Anhe raised his head and responded, with water droplets hanging on his face, his face full of fatigue, and his eyes were a little red.

"Is it better?" Na Chen lowered his head. He would not comfort people, and he didn't even know if asking such a sentence at this time was a bit unnecessary.

"It's okay, really," Angel patted his face, his hands cold, "Thank you for being with me."

"I thought you would get angry when you saw that I didn't leave." Na Chen leaned against the wall and smiled.

"I know you won't leave," Angel pulled a towel and wiped his face, "Sweep and go to bed."

When Na Chen walked into the bedroom, the smoke in the room was still gathering to revel. Anhe sat on the head of the bed and leaned against him, holding a bottle of air freshener and spraying back and forth.

"Stop spraying, it's choking more than the smell of smoke." Na Chen suffocated in front of his nose, took the bottle and threw it aside, and jumped onto the bed.

"Yeah, go to bed," said Angel.

Na Chen got into the quilt and lay down. He closed his eyes and waited for a while. He found that Anhe was not moving and was leaning against the head of the bed.

He touched Anh's lap: "Sleep?"

"Sleep." Anh nodded, but still didn't move.

"You sit down?"

Angel smiled, turned off the light at the head of the bed, sat there for a long time before whispering: "I can't sleep."

"Do you want to talk for a while? I'll talk with you." Na Chen turned around and supported his head with his hands.

"You know, students who divorce their parents often come to talk to me," Angel closed his eyes, his voice low, as if he was about to fall asleep. "I have a lot of ways to relieve them."

"Yeah." Na Chen replied.

"But it's not that easy when it comes to me."

"Don't it be said that doctors can't cure their illness?"

"They have not been together for a long time. My dad comes back every two years and three years later and leaves after a fight." Anhe wanted to touch a cigarette box from the bedside table, but Nachen held his hand down. He pinched Nachen's arm. "I don't know what they mean, and they don't divorce. It's just a matter of life. My mom struggles to revitalize the Chinese mahjong career. My dad probably... struggles for all kinds of women."

Na Chen didn't say anything, rubbed against him.

"When my dad was not at home, my mom ignored me, regardless of food or clothing, and did not die if he was just doing it..." Angel paused. When he talked about these things, he didn't feel much. He was already numb for many years. "When my dad was at home, they fought with me and my wife and they worked together to cut off gold."

"Will you beat you together?" Na Chen sat up and leaned side by side with Anhe against the head of the bed.

"Well, but my dad rarely comes back, so there are not many opportunities. I don't go home except to sleep," Angel smiled a little hard, "It's said that I should run away from home or something."

"Why didn't you leave?" Na Chen turned his face and looked at him, but couldn't see clearly. The curtains completely blocked the moonlight, and Anhe's face only had a blurry outline.

"Because I want to go home, no matter what, that's my home. Do you have a definition of home? Parents, children, warmth, care..." Angel raised his hand and grabbed his head, "We're quite similar in this."

"Yes." Na Chen closed his eyes and greeted him.

"I want a home like others, so it doesn't have to be very good. It's just a popular one," Angel said in a low voice. "I really don't have one, and it's okay to have an empty shell. I just need to think my home is there."

Na Chen listened silently, and An He's hand on his head stopped. Na Chen sensitively heard a slight confusion in his breathing: "An..."

"Now she said she wanted to get a divorce," Angel's hand shook a little, "suddenly she said she wanted to get a divorce."

"Anhe," Nachen hugged him, "Go to sleep."

"I said that even if it is an empty shell, they have to keep it for me," Angel's voice trembled. "They owe me! I can do anything if anyone wants to divorce!"

Na Chen felt Anhe's body trembling, and the calm before had been swept away. He returned to his state when he answered the phone. Na Chen was a little nervous. He couldn't say anything as relaxing and at ease as Anhe was when he was enlightened and comforting him. He didn't know what else he could do except hug Anhe tightly.

"I know I have a wrong mentality," Anhe wanted to break away from Na Chen's arm, but Na Chen did not let go. "It doesn't make any sense to hold such a so-called home that has long been in name only, but I can't adjust it, really can't adjust it..."

His desire for home made him want to manage a relationship well and give his children a warm haven. After all this was slapped, the home with only an illusory airing became his last expectation that he was unwilling to let go.
To be continued...