Although Anhe always thought Nachen was making a strange call, he still gently turned the pen in his hand and said: "Yes. Yawen 8w=w·w."

Na Chen smiled, said nothing else, and hung up the phone.

Angel was useless in holding the phone, and he was stunned at a pile of gauges.

He is actually not such a rational person. A long time ago, he would rely on his feelings to make many things based on his feelings. His heart was moved, his heartbeat, and he would not fall into it. He would not let anyone break all his courage and expectations.

It is precisely because of this that he has been suppressing his "feeling" for many years. He wants to return to the usual path, live the same life as others, and have the same life as others.

But he happened to meet Na Chen. No matter what the reason was, Na Chen Zhangyang's state of not caring about other people's gaze was exactly the opposite of him over the years. This opposite attraction exceeded his imagination.

While he was alert to stay away, he couldn't help but approach.

That kind of "feeling" that I haven't thought about for many years was stirred up little by little by little by little by little.

Some things change unknowingly. He didn't know if Na Chen could understand what he didn't say directly that day. I would say this because I want to be with you, but we need a more suitable posture to get along with.

And now he is just trying to face himself more calmly when facing these scales.

It is not difficult to maintain a state, but it is depressing or crazy, but it takes courage to change.

It doesn't matter whether his courage comes from Na Chen or the depression that this kind of life has brought him for so many years.

He stood up and looked at the curtains tightly pulled in the living room. How long has it been since he enjoyed the beauty of pulling the curtains early in the morning and shining with sunshine on his face?

The more you are afraid, the more you are, the more you are, the more you retreat, the more you retreat.

Angel walked to the window, grabbed the curtains, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and pulled the curtains to both sides.

He opened his eyes after opening his arms and raising his face, closing his eyes and enjoying it for a few seconds.

"Damn!" He quickly put away the rack and pulled the curtains, forgetting that it was night now.

The distance between the two buildings in the community was quite close. In the darkness, he turned on the light and spread his wings in front of the window. I wonder if there were any scares the residents opposite.

After walking around the room twice, he sat back on the sofa, picked up the pen in front of the gauge, but his thoughts returned to the phone call just now.

Still think it's a bit weird.

It was not Na Chen's style of speaking, nor Na Chen's tone of speaking, and even his voice was a little different from usual. The only thing that had not changed was his habit of suddenly hanging up the phone.

He hesitated for a moment, picked up his cell phone, and dialed it back.

Sorry, the phone number you called has been turned off, please dial it later.

Anhe sighed deeply, "Na Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Anhe couldn't get through Nachen's phone number for two days, and he left a message on Q without replying. When he was in class, he almost couldn't help but want to ask her if you have seen your brother recently.>Yawenba_w·w`w`.`y·a=w=e=n=8

During the day, he lights the lanterns for the lost lambs. After work, he goes to the hospital to accompany his grandfather. The second aunt called him and said that his grandfather wanted someone to accompany him at night. Anhe couldn't stand it after spending two nights. He felt that he was a little scary when he was taking drugs and was a bit scary, so he cursed that his second aunt said that he was as cold-blooded and unfilial as his mother, and hired two nurses to accompany his grandfather.

After finally staying up until the weekend, he got up early in the morning and planned to go to Nachen's house to see if he could meet Nachen. Lin Ruoxue called and said, "Teacher An, do you know that you are condemned to be so playful?"

Anhe suddenly remembered that he had made an appointment to go to Lin Ruoxue's consultation room twice this week, but he had completely forgotten it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm forgot... You can condemn me." Angel apologized in a series of times.

"Whether you love comes or not, you come here just to me just want someone to push you," Lin Ruoxue said several times, "I want me to say, Angel, if you are a self-disciplined person like you, it is not impossible to do it. It depends on yourself."

"You have to be my trash can," Angel walked into the bathroom with the phone while dressing, "How about you great?"

"I'm great. I've been waiting for you for two afternoons this week. You're here to make me great! Tonight! Come on, come, and go play by yourself if you don't come to the trash can."

"Eight o'clock," said Angel.

Anhe bought two buns at the bun shop downstairs and ate them in the bus. After eating, he didn't know what the stuffing was.

He called Na Chen but turned off the phone. His previous strangeness gradually turned into worry.

Not only was he worried about what happened to Na Chen, but he was worried about Na Chen's state.

He started the car and thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out what it was.

The security guard in the high-end community of Nachen's family still maintained a very polite smile and stopped Anhe's car at the gate.

"You can call the owner." The security guard looked at him with a smile.

"Would I be able to find the owner to use it?" Angel was a little helpless, "He turned off."

"There's really nothing to do. We can't let you in if the owner is not at home." The security guard continued to smile.

"Not at home? How do you know he is not at home?" Angel patted the steering wheel.

"The owner of 1203 hasn't been back for more than half a month," the security guard stared at him, with a little suspicion in his eyes, "Is there anything else that can help you?"

Angel frowned and turned the car out: "No need, you laugh so hard, no one has ever complained about you?"

More than half a month? He turned the car and drove out of the city. Although he knew that Na Chen had not been at home for much time, he still felt very uneasy.

There was no change in the old car park, but there was a dog at the door. When Anh parked his car on the side of the road, the dog started barking through the iron door.

Angel walked into the gate and saw Mr. Lu sitting outside the guard room smoking.

"Uncle, is that Chen inside?" Anhe asked him.Yawen8w`w`w=.`y·

"I'm not here, I haven't seen him for a long time." Mr. Lu looked him up and down.

"I'm Nachen's friend. Do you remember me? He brought me here once," Angel smiled at him, "I want to go to his place to see you, okay?"

"Go, remember you, he seemed to have brought a young man from the band to you, go, but the door is locked."

"Thank you, I'll just take a look and won't go in."

There was no one else in the old car park at this moment, and several scrap cars were placed at the door, and Anhe walked around the car.

Although he walked from here during the day last time, this time he looked at the parking lot carefully. It was different from the shadows at night and felt a little scared. The parking lot during the day was very lonely. It looked like it was covered with old cars that had been crushed, and the parts that were dismantled were piled up all over the floor.

When he was about ten meters away from Na Chen's secret base, he already knew that Na Chen was indeed not here.

His car was not there, and the door was locked tightly.

Although I knew no one would stay here for more than half a month, Anhe still went over and knocked on the iron plate of the car: "That Chen? Big Qi!"

Of course there was no response.

Angel walked over to the door, trying to see if he could find the key, under the flower pot and under the eaves.

He had noticed Na Chen's key. Na Chen had only one key, which was hung on his car key, and it belonged to his house. He didn't seem to carry the key here with him normally.

However, before he could look closely, he found that the padlock on the door was open and just hung on the door.

Without even thinking about it, Angel took down the lock and opened the door and walked in, shouting again: "Big Seven!"

There was no one in the room. The black-haired room outside and the white-haired room inside were empty, and the door in the middle was not closed. It was obvious that the iron bucket used for heating in the room had been extinguished for a long time and the charcoal ash had dispersed.

Anhe suddenly felt a little disappointed, sat down on the strange-shaped black chair in that Chen, and was stunned at his computer.

After a moment of stalemate, his eyes fell on a box placed next to the monitor. The box was not big, but it was wrapped tightly in gift paper, and a ribbon was tied with a very small card hanging next to it.

Angel took the box over, turned the card over, and there were words written on the back. Angel glanced at it, and his hand holding the card stopped.

Toh An Uncle

There was also a small smiling face behind it.

"I'll take it apart." Angel whispered, pulling the ribbon, and tore the wrapping paper in a few strokes.

He originally wanted to tear it out more beautifully, but he couldn't help but keep trembling.

After the wrapping paper was torn to pieces by him, the things inside were exposed.

It's a new phone.

Na Chen bought him a mobile phone?

When did you buy it?

Why didn't I give it to him? Is it too late?

Angel was silent at the phone for a while, and suddenly felt very distressed.

He took out his phone and turned off the phone, switched the card on the phone, and pressed to turn on it.

The phone is basically full, probably because it was charged before that Chen.

Angel watched the phone start, greet him, and then jumped out of the standby screen.

He couldn't help laughing for a long time. The lock screen picture and the desktop were all photos of Na Chen. Two were very stupid and non-mainstream photos. One was staring at forty-five degrees, and the other covered half of his face with his hands and raised his middle finger.

Although Chen's nerves took all the photos as such, Anhe's heart still pounded when he saw it suddenly, and his fingers touched Nachen's face.

After staying in the room for almost an hour, he stood up and stuffed his phone into his pocket and walked out of the door. When he hung the lock on, he hesitated for a moment, but it was not locked, but it was still hanging as it was.

When passing by the guard room, Mr. Lu was raising a pot on the open space at the door to prepare for cooking. Anhe looked at the time and found that it was already noon.

He had no feelings, was not hungry, and had no idea of ​​eating.

When the car drove to the gate of Nachen School, she saw a few girls holding spicy hot pot after they came back from outside. Only then did Anhe feel a little tempted to eat.

There were almost no one on the campus on weekends. When they went home, they went shopping, and they slept. Anhe found the steward downstairs of the dormitory. The steward had no impression of Na Chen, so he grabbed a boy who was about to enter the building and said to Anhe: "This is a funeral, please ask him."

"What's the matter?" The boy was eating happily with a corn in his hand.

"I'm looking for Na Chen, do you know him?" Anhe asked quickly.
To be continued...