Dude, your wig fell off

The band's outfit was quickly put on the stage, and all the people in the square who were just watching from a distance surrounded them, squeezing An He closer to the broken gong speaker.

"The next show is very special." The big sister on the screen is very lively holding the microphone, "This song will be familiar to friends who often dance in the square, but today we will see a brand new performance. Next, please enjoy the dance "Prairie" a flower"!"

An He covered his ears with one hand, thinking he didn't hear clearly, he turned his head and asked Zhao Yan, "What did she say?"

"A flower in the prairie!" Zhao Yan covered himself in the scarf and laughed happily, "My mother can sing."

An He can also sing. If he gets off work late at night, he can see the aunts dancing to this song in the open space outside the gate of the community. He sings this song every day and hasn't changed it for several months. At night, it kept repeating in my mind like a cassette, I am a flower in the grassland, a flower in the grassland, and I am in pain.

The members of the band got on stage and stood up, and the aunts waited in green silk clothes on both sides of the stage. When the music started, they waved red scarves and twisted them up amid applause.

This time the applause was even warmer than before, and An He also applauded. Yizhihua, which had been re-arranged by the band, sounded quite interesting.

When Li Fan hugged the guitar and started singing, he wanted to laugh a little.

After listening to a few words, his eyes fell on Na Chen.

An He didn't know why Na Chen and the others appeared on this occasion with a group of aunts, but the appearance of Na Chen playing the drums was no different from that of performing in a bar. He was very serious and still had the feeling of being intoxicated, which made people uncomfortable Consciously focus on him.

The aunts danced very hard, dancing in red scarves and green silk clothes, and all of them had the look of a dancer on their faces.

Because it was unbearable to listen to too many times, An He always felt that the song was too long and could never be finished.

But today it was over before he had heard enough, and he was a little bit unsatisfied.

"One more!" Zhao Yan suddenly put his hand around his mouth and shouted.

The crisp voice startled An He, and then many people shouted, one more!another one!

Although the call for another one was obviously aimed at the band, the dancing aunt was also very proud. This was their band, so the leading aunt said something to Li Fan.

Li Fan hesitated for two seconds, then looked back at Na Chen.

Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, nodded, then raised his hand, and the drum hammer was thrown into the air by him, and after a few turns, it fell back into his hand, followed by a string of drums with strong rhythm.

The rest of the band quickly followed. Li Fan grabbed the microphone and tapped his heels to the rhythm a few times. When he spoke, his whole state was different from that of a flower.

"Well you think that you can take meon, You must be crazy..."

The onlookers in the square shouted, and the young ones began to clap their hands. Zhao Yan excitedly raised his hands and clapped, screaming twice: "I like this song!"

An He smiled and looked at Na Chen on the stage.

Na Chen lowered his head, his face was covered by long hair and sunglasses, he couldn't see his expression clearly, his body swayed with the rhythm, his drumming movements were very relaxed, but the drum beats were very powerful, making people want to shake gently with him desire.

After the song was sung, the stage was crowded with people, and there were still people shouting for another one. Li Fan bowed to the audience: "Happy New Year."

An He's gaze stayed on Na Chen, watching him jump off the stage holding the drum hammer, the excited state of playing the drums disappeared, and when he passed by the speaker, his face was replaced by the usual indifferent expression. expression.

"Let's go, go to the supermarket to buy something." Zhao Yan pulled La Anhe's arm, "It's really enjoyable."

"Yeah." An He smiled and led her out of the crowd.

After walking a few steps forward, someone behind him called his name loudly: "An He!"

An He was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and saw Li Fan standing next to the pickup truck smiling at him, with an inexplicable feeling in his smile.

"You know them?" Zhao Yan looked at him in surprise.

"En." An He responded, hesitating whether to go over or just nodded and said hello before leaving.

Na Chen was leaning on the car door with his arms in his arms, and suddenly raised his hand, and after An He saw him, he shot at An He, An He could see his mouth shape, bang.

This action made An He inexplicably tempted, even though he was worried that Zhao Yan would know something, he still smiled and walked over.

"Want to go shopping with your girlfriend?" Li Fan asked with a smile.

Before An He could answer, Zhao Yan waved his hands vigorously: "No, no, no..."

"Neighbor." An He replied simply, and glanced at Na Chen.

Na Chen still leaned against the car door and didn't move, his face didn't change much, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"The song you just played was great," Zhao Yan gave a thumbs up to several members of the band, "A single flower in the grassland has become more beautiful!"

"Thank you," Li Fan turned around and got into the car with a smile. Almost all their things had been loaded into the car. He sat in the car and shouted, "Let's go?"

Na Chen finally stopped leaning against the car door, took off his sunglasses, and walked to An He slowly with a smile on his face.

An He saw the delicate and beautiful eyes and eye-catching lips behind the strands of hair blown by the wind. He had never liked bright red lips, but the current appearance of Chen made him feel flamboyant and sexy.

"You..." An He pondered what to say.

Na Chen suddenly stretched out his arms and hooked his neck, and stuck his whole body in front of him, leaned into his ear and whispered: "An He, you still owe me a meal, and my clothes are still with you. You haven't settled with me for what happened that night, so you can try to hide from me after you settle these things."

An He stood still and said after a while, "I'll call you at night."

Na Chen let go, walked back to the car door, blew him a kiss, turned around and jumped into the car.

After the car drove away, An He sighed softly.

"Is your girlfriend?" Zhao Yan looked at him curiously, "You really have character."

"No," An He walked quickly to the supermarket, "Let's go shopping."

When I got in the car, Chen leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes.

Several members of the band were discussing where to eat for a while, and when it came to food, they were all in high spirits, and the discussion was in full swing, endlessly tossing and turning between Sichuan cuisine and Hunan cuisine.

"Are you..." Li Fan leaned against Na Chen and whispered, "Are you..."

"Huh?" Na Chen still closed his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" Li Fan tried to ask.

"Eat your wife." Na Chen smiled.

"To be serious with you," Li Fan moved closer to him, "You were not like this before, something is wrong this time."

That Chen didn't speak, he raised his leg and stepped on the back of the driver's seat and kicked it up and down. The driver Yan Yi impatiently returned his hand and pulled his leg: "That Chen, you have epilepsy!"

"Find a rolling pin for me to hold in my mouth." Na Chen kicked it twice again.

"I'm too lazy to talk about you, so I'll remind you," Li Fan continued to whisper in his ear, "This guy...you're really annoying BI, you've already made it to bed, it's almost done, you can find someone if you pat your ass and turn your head The girl has..."

"Baby," Na Chen turned his head and kissed Li Fan's face forcefully, "Shut up."

"Fuck!" Li Fan yelled, and wiped his face fiercely, "You are fucking hopeless!"

Na Chen raised his head and laughed wildly at the roof of the car, unable to stop for a long time.

A group of people discussed for a long time, and finally decided to eat fish head hot pot. When the car stopped at Hot Pot City, Na Chen jumped out of the car and said, "I'm going home."

Yan Yi clicked his tongue and didn't keep him. They were already used to the state of Chen Yishi, so they just asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Go home and eat your feet." Na Chen turned around and walked to the side of the street.

"I said earlier that I would send you back first." Yan Yi shouted.

"You guys eat." Na Chen opened the door and got into a taxi parked by the side of the road.

"Let's eat, this kid has convulsions again." Li Fan led the way to Hot Pot City.

When Chen returned home, grandma had just bought vegetables and was sitting in the living room picking vegetables while watching TV selling blood glucose meters.

Seeing that Chen opened the door and came in, she stopped the movement of her hands: "I thought your mother came back."

"You said it once when I went out today," Na Chen went into the kitchen and looked. The rice had been cooked, the meat had been cut, and there was a large bowl of pork belly on the chopping board. Returned to the living room with the bowl and handed it to grandma, shouting and asking, "For a meal?"

"Yeah!" Grandma nodded.

"You can't eat so much meat," Na Chen continued to shout, "Divide it into two meals!"

"Don't yell at me!" Grandma was very upset, "I won't live for a few years! You are not allowed to eat meat, and you are still yelling at me!"

Na Chen didn't speak any more, went back to the kitchen and put the bowl of pork belly into the refrigerator.

After he washed his face and changed back to his usual clothes, grandma had already picked the dishes and was standing in the kitchen preparing to cook them. At that time, he pushed grandma back to sit in the living room.

In general, he does the cooking, and he is willing to do it himself, but grandma especially likes to help out on the sidelines. She can't hear people talking, and she doesn't hand over what she wants, which is quite confusing.

When making beef, Nachen was about to cover the pot and stew for a while, when he stretched out his hand, he was stunned, walked around the kitchen twice, and finally ran to the living room and shouted at the grandma who was holding a photo of his mother and wiping tears: "Pot! Where is Gai?"

"What?" Grandma looked at him blankly.

"Pot! Cover!" Na Chen shouted loudly, "Where did you put the pot cover in the kitchen away!"

Grandma understood, and answered simply, "I'm selling scrap iron."

Na Chen didn't say a word, and grandma added: "I saw someone collecting waste products at the gate of the community, so I took them out and sold them."

"What are you thinking? Are you selling scrap iron for the pot lid you are using?" Na Chen was helpless, "How much can you sell for a pot lid?"

"There are others... sold together."

"What else are you selling?" Na Chen quickly looked into the room.

"The violin in the unoccupied room on the second floor."

"What?" Na Chen was stunned, grabbed her grandma's shoulder, her hands trembling, "What did you say?"

Before grandma could answer, he turned around and rushed up to the second floor.

This room is full of things that are not commonly used at home, but that Chen will clean it up every day. Now the violin that has been placed on the table in the guest room is gone, even the box and the violin. After a few times, he finally leaned against the wall.

"What's the matter?" Grandma came in after her, and when she saw his appearance, she came over to touch his arm worriedly.

"Grandma," Na Chen looked at her, "Do you know that is my mother's piano?"

"Ah?" Grandma didn't hear clearly, but still touched his arm worriedly.

Na Chen closed his eyes, took a deep breath, patted his grandma's hand, and leaned into her ear: "It's okay, you sit down, and you'll eat in a while."

"Ah, good." Grandma nodded.

"Thank you for not selling my mother's piano." Na Chen said softly, walking towards the kitchen, he couldn't even walk.

After eating and packing up, grandma went into the house on time to sleep.

Nachen turned off all the lights in the room, went back to his room, put on headphones, turned up the volume of the CD player, and lay down on the bed.

"MerryChristmas Mr. Lawrence" came to his ears quietly, and he stared at the ceiling, his eyes were a little dry.

As the rhythm of the music gradually accelerated, he closed his eyes, and tears rolled out from the corners of his eyes.

It's been a long time since An He stayed at home for such a long time, and it was rare for his mother to get off the poker table and chat with him.

Although the content of the chat is mainly to listen to my mother complaining, whoever can't afford to lose, and whoever wins will get out of the way. These days, how much you lose and win as much as you win, but for An He, it is a surprise that his mother can put down mahjong and chat with him Surprised, he chatted together for more than two hours before leaving the door when his mother was about to serve the table again.

After going back to take a bath, he took out the couplets he bought on the street today and pasted them on the door, then turned on the computer.

Clicking on the frighteningly frightened Hui Hui’s name on Q, I was stunned for a long time and didn’t know what to say.

The last two words are sent, are you there?

After smoking a cigarette, his frightened face lit up.

Scared to death↙伱: 恠

An He pressed his forehead with a cigarette in his mouth.

Stir-fried lentils: Do you have a cycle in your brain?I'll come back when you're not disabled

Scared ↘ to death ↙ 伱: 莣 for lingering ㄋ

Scared to death↙弱: I forgot to change it back

Stir-fried lentils: Are you on vacation?

Scared to death↙伱: Yes

Stir-fried lentils: When you are free, I invite you to dinner and bring you the clothes by the way

Scared to death↙伱: Whatever you want, you’ll be free any day, you’ll grow green hair if you’re free

An He looked at the calendar, he couldn't figure out the date when he was on vacation, and he had nothing to do recently, so he picked a day that looked pleasing to the eye.

Stir-fried lentils: It's noon the day after tomorrow, I'll drive.

Scared to death↙伱: at night

An He hesitated for a moment and agreed, took the phone and wrote down the address Nachen gave him, which was a great neighborhood not too far from his place.

This day looked pleasing to the eye, but when An He got up in the morning, he saw that the window was white and it was snowing.

An He stood in front of the window. This was not the first snowfall this year, but it was snowing heavily, and it was completely white. It probably fell all night.

"Damn." Even though the room was very warm, An He shrank his neck and closed the curtains.

The snow stopped in the afternoon, An He wrapped up in a rice dumpling and went out, trotted to the car, closed the door and turned on the air conditioner.

The phone rang, it was a text message from Nachen.

It's freezing to death. Come on.Sender: wig.

Although An He didn't understand why Na Chen came out so early to freeze, he still rushed over.

From a long distance, I saw Na Chen standing in the snow at the entrance of the community. He honked the horn. Na Chen stared at the snow under his feet and didn't seem to hear him. He slowly moved the car over, opened the window and shouted. One voice: "Big Seven!"

Na Chen raised his head: "Who is it?"

"If you don't come up, you will freeze."

Na Chen smiled, ran over and opened the car door with a burst of air-conditioning.

"Can't you come out later? It's okay to stay in the store next door for a while." An He looked at him. Today, he was dressed in a student style, with a velvet jacket over his sportswear and a pair of running shoes on his feet. Quite like a well-behaved student.

"Cool." Nachen put the seat down, lay down halfway and snapped his fingers.

"Let's go eat Vietnamese food." An He turned the car around, "I often go there to eat, it's not bad, it's quite unique."

"it is good."

An He glanced at him, Nachen gave him a different feeling today than usual, I don't know if it was because of the clothes, Nachen looked very good, and he looked very happy when he smiled.

The location and decoration of this Vietnamese restaurant are very low-key, and there are not many customers. An He likes this quiet atmosphere for eating.

The waiters are all Vietnamese girls in national costumes who can speak simple Chinese.

When An He was ordering, Na Chen kept looking at the waiter, and after he walked away, he whispered: "The clothes are nice, and they taste good."

An He smiled: "Are you going to make a dress?"

"Well," Na Chen nodded seriously, "it must be beautiful."

"You..." An He asked hesitantly, "Is this a hobby?"

"No." Na Chen took a sip of the lemonade on the table.

"Then why?" An He looked at him.

"Guess." Na Chen took the cup and lightly bit the mouth of the cup.

"I don't want to guess."

"Because my dad really hates me like this." Na Chen tapped the mouth of the cup a few times with his teeth, and said with a smile.

An He didn't speak.

Although Na Chen is a few years older than his students, but his character, mood, including women's clothing and those brain-dead Martian texts that were typed on purpose, and his weird tone when he mentioned his parents... If Na Chen was his student, An He felt that he would probably have a good chat with him, and also with his parents.

That Chen was still eating quietly, not saying a word, and eating very attentively.

When the meal was almost finished, An He was trying to find a topic to talk about, when Na Chen suddenly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Ah?" An He was stunned, not knowing what he meant.

"What happened that day." Na Chen wiped his mouth with a tissue and raised his head.

"Oh," An He didn't think about what happened that night at first, but when Na Chen mentioned it, various images flashed through his mind immediately, accompanied by panting and moaning, and he couldn't say anything after a reply. The words came, and it took a while before he spoke again, "I won't mention it."

Na Chen lowered his head and continued to eat, An He leaned back on the chair and lit a cigarette, and the way Na Chen said he was sorry made him feel that this person probably rarely apologizes to others.

After finishing the meal quietly, when I walked out of the restaurant, I realized that it was snowing again, and there were no pedestrians on the street.

"Send you back." An He started the car.

"Yeah." Nachen nodded.

An He was already prepared to sternly refuse if Nachen still said where to go, but now that Nachen agreed to go home so obediently, he was a little bit overwhelmed.

After driving the car to the entrance of the community, An He stopped the car, and when he was about to give him Na Chen's clothes from the back seat, Na Chen suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

An He turned to look at him.

"Kiss me." Na Chen leaned on the back of the chair, turned her head and said.