Dude, your wig fell off

An He didn't move, maintaining the posture of reaching for the clothes in the back seat.

That Chen didn't move, just leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him.

This was the first time An He faced Na Chen face to face at close range in a waking state, and his eyelashes and eyes were clearly in front of his eyes.

He silently looked at Na Chen's face inch by inch, from forehead to eyebrows, eyes... His eyes stopped on Na Chen's nose bridge.

"The hole in your nose is..." An He asked.

"Nostrils," Nachen replied, "You have them too, two."

An He pointed to his nose with his hand: "I mean, this small eye, is it nailed?"

"Yeah." Na Chen touched his nose.

"Will that be..." An He thought for a while but still didn't ask, "Forget it."

"No runny nose." Na Chen said.

An He was stunned and smiled: "Are you sure I want to ask this?"

"Sure," Na Chen also smiled, "Too many people have asked."

After a few words, the carriage returned to silence. An He reached out and took the clothes, and put them on Na Chen's lap. Na Chen's posture had not changed, and he kept looking at him from the side.

"It's all washed." An He sat looking at the snowflakes dancing in the light of the street lamp in front of him.

"Really?" Na Chen stuffed the bag of clothes under his buttocks and sat down.

"No, get out of the car and go home, boy." An He said, he didn't know what Chen was thinking.

"Are you in a hurry to go home?" Na Chen still sat still.

"No hurry." Although An He didn't plan to have any intimate behavior with Na Chen, he didn't think about making up excuses to escape.

"Then talk for a while, I don't want to go back now." Na Chen's voice was very low.

"Yeah." An He casually took a CD and stuffed it into the CD player. He could hear a bit of pleading from Na Chen's tone, and was a little surprised, so he turned his face and stared at him for a few times.

The CD that An He was holding was ACDC, and he didn't listen to it very often. When he was driving, he always felt that he would follow the rhythm and rush to the opposite lane.

After the prelude to the music, Na Chen snapped his fingers, patted the drums with his hands on his legs, then raised his head and closed his eyes and began to sing: "Seemerideoutofthatsunset, OnyourcolorTVscreen..."

An He was still thinking about finding something to talk about, but when he saw Na Chen's posture, he gave up and leaned against the car window in a daze.

At the beginning, Chen slapped on his own legs, but later he sang well. He slapped his hands on the car window and car seat, and stepped on the ground with his feet. Suddenly, he entered the scene when he was standing on the stage playing drums. state.

When he slapped the tissue box so that it almost flew onto An He's face, An He didn't stop him, but just threw the tissue box into the back seat, and by the way also pulled off the loose perfume holder and threw it behind.

If you ignore the inexplicable relationship between him and Na Chen, he actually likes to see Na Chen like this, with his lips pursed, eyes closed, and every movement is very handsome.

Na Chen's singing voice is very nice, without Li Fan's obvious sense of tearing, it's just a hoarse voice in the straightforward, and a very slight nasal voice, arrogant and naive.

After singing a TNT song, Nachen leaned back on the car seat and stopped moving, his chest heaving slightly.

An He raised his hands and clapped his hands, Na Chen smiled and said, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Do you mind if I open the sunroof?"

"do not mind."

An He opened the skylight, took out the cigarette case, smoked one and handed it to Na Chen, and took one himself, lit it and drank it.

"What do you teach?" Na Chen slowly exhaled a thin puff of smoke towards the skylight.

"Politics," Anhe said.

Nachen looked at him with a cigarette in his hand: "Really?"

"Do you want me to teach you "Into the Socialist Market Economy"?" An He smiled.

"No," Na Chen choked on his cigarette, coughed for a long time, and then said with a smile, "How about I teach you the principle and operation of the cremation machine."

An He looked out of the car window and didn't make a sound. If it wasn't for Na Chen's words, he would have almost forgotten Na Chen's major. Snowflake, he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

"Are you afraid?" Na Chen sat up straight and hooked his fingers lightly on the back of his neck.

That Chen probably wanted to scare him, but there was still warmth in his fingertips, An He turned his head to slap him away, but he hooked him on the face again.

"Why did you choose such a major? It's easy to get a job?" An He pinched his wrist and pressed his hand back on the seat.

"I never thought about it," Na Chen's voice became cold, he stared down at his hand for a while, and suddenly laughed, "I knew it would make my dad half dead..."

"Just to annoy your dad?" An He looked at him childishly.

"Well," Na Chen nodded seriously, "I'm happy when he's angry."

"Stupid." An He looked at the dashboard and said.

"Huh?" Na Chen bit his cigarette butt and smiled.

"Stupid," An He repeated, "I don't know the reason, but even if your father is at fault, punishing yourself with other people's mistakes is still an idiot's behavior."

"Do you teach students this way too?" Na Chen lowered the car window and flicked out the cigarette butt.

An He didn't speak, of course he wouldn't directly say that the student is an idiot, if Na Chen was his student, he would patiently find the root cause of this idiot's behavior.

Na Chen didn't close the window after flicking the cigarette butt, just stared out of the window in a daze, the cold wind poured in, he remained motionless as if he didn't feel it.

It wasn't until An He was too cold and closed the window that he sighed softly and said in a low voice: "But there will be no chance to anger him in the future."

Anhe turned his head.

"My father is dead." After Na Chen said this, he suddenly raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder twice, his tone became cheerful again, "Thank you for chatting with me, Mr. An."

"You're welcome." An He's emotions were still standing on the first half of the sentence, and he didn't know what to say.

"Let's go, I'll play with you another day." Na Chen took the bag of clothes, opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Na Chen didn't go into the gate of the community. An He watched him stand by the car door for two seconds, and then jumped around from the front of the car to the driver's cab on the snow.

When An He was about to put down the car window to ask him what was going on, Na Chen pulled open the car door, leaned halfway in, and kissed him on the face with a ringing sound.

"Good night." Nachen closed the car door and ran into the gate of the community.

For An He, the winter vacation was a bit boring. It was cold and he didn't want to go out, and he didn't feel festive during the New Year. Apart from pasting two couplets on the door of his side and at home, he could hardly find any traces of the New Year.

But two days before the thirty-year-old, he still went home every day, took his mother to clean up the house, went out to buy things, food and food, whether he needed it or not, as long as he could pull his mother out.

My mother was very dissatisfied with his behavior, and she delayed playing cards, just like a drug addict who broke his fan, and the unknown fire burned along the way.

"You drag me around the world when you have time, why don't you find a girlfriend to go around," my mother walked quickly with a displeased face, "Why bother me when you have nothing to do!"

An He didn't speak. Since he was a child, his mother didn't ask or care about his affairs. Now he mentions his girlfriend because he doesn't want to go out.

"Why don't you talk? You don't want me to care about so much, right? It's over. I'm too lazy to care about you, and you don't care about me," my mother waved her hand, walking back and forth among the shelves in the supermarket, without looking at the products , It’s like completing a task, “When I get old, you can pack me a bag and throw it in a nursing home, and you don’t have to pay for it.”

"Why do you say you have a son?" An He frowned.

"You think I want to have a baby! Didn't I tell you earlier, accident! I don't want children at all."

An He's chest was blocked for a while, he closed his eyes and took a breath: "Go back."

Mom turned around happily and strode towards the exit.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, An He returned home early in the morning, and the house was much quieter. Most of my mother's poker friends were not crazy enough to play mahjong for a day on this day, but a few senior mahjong fans were still there. There was a table in the room.

An He didn't say anything, went into the kitchen, chopped stuffing and noodles, and made dumplings silently.

The window of the kitchen faces the downstairs, and you can see the people coming in and out. The sons, daughters, grandchildren of other people came back early with big bags and flowers, and it was very lively.

An He would look up and look downstairs from time to time. Although he didn't hold out any hope, he still had a glimmer of expectation that his father would appear.

But he didn't show up until noon when he finished wrapping the dumplings.

He sighed, it's fine if he doesn't come back. In the memory of the few times his father went home for the New Year, the quarrel with his mother was more lively than setting off firecrackers.

Sometimes he couldn't figure out what these two people meant.

"Anhe, your phone keeps ringing! Why don't you take a look." My mother shouted in the living room.

An He wiped his hands and went back to the living room, took his mobile phone and returned to his own room. They were all New Year's greeting text messages. He turned his mobile phone to silent, replied all the text messages slowly, and then lay on the bed in a daze.

This room belongs to him, but since he moved out, my mother probably hasn't come in a few times in all these years. He came back to tidy it up during the Chinese New Year and changed the things on the bed.

I can still smell the dust as I lie here.

The phone vibrated again, and An He lazily picked it up, somewhat surprised.

The text message was sent by Na Chen, a serious New Year's greeting content.

He smiled, and went back to say Happy Chinese New Year.

A few seconds later, another one came back, what are you doing?

daze.

That Chen didn't reply again, An He threw the phone aside, and felt a little sleepy listening to the sound of shuffling cards in the living room, so he pulled the small quilt on the bed to cover it, and closed his eyes.

That Chen was standing on the balcony of his own house, the sun was good today, and the sun was very comfortable.

The firecrackers have been going off since the morning, and the smell of firecrackers is still wafting through the room through two layers of glass, but Na Chen likes this smell very much, and has loved to smell it since he was a child.

The phone was ringing, but Chen didn't move it at that time. He didn't remember where he threw the phone. It took a long time to remember that after sending a text message to An He, he put it next to the toilet.

The call was from my uncle, and he answered it: "Happy New Year, uncle."

"Hey, happy Chinese New Year," uncle laughed dryly, "did you go out?"

"Where are you going?" Na Chen smiled.

The uncle seemed to be a little embarrassed and paused: "Xiaochen, originally... your aunt and I wanted to ask you to come over for a new year, but..."

Na Chen frowned at the mirror on the toilet wall: "My dad just died, I know."

"Ah, that's right, so..." Uncle coughed twice.

"Thank you uncle." Na Chen hung up the phone.

In fact, my uncle made a lot of unnecessary calls. He has been alone for several years during the Chinese New Year. In the past, my father would go to his grandparents’ house during the Chinese New Year, but his father didn’t want to see him, so he always went to his grandma’s house. He took it and lived there, and he never went there again.

How unlucky it is to come to the house on the day of Chinese New Year.

My aunt said this in front of my grandmother and several aunts, and of course, in front of him.

Because he had a crazy mom, and now for an even better reason, his dad is dead.

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year, I wish everyone a Happy New Year..." Na Chen walked around the room a few times with a cigarette in his mouth, changed into a suit of clothes, wrapped himself tightly in a scarf and a mask, and went out.

At this moment, there were no taxis on the street, so he drove his motorcycle out of the gate of the community.

He is not very afraid of the cold, probably because when he was a child, he often wore pajamas and was thrown out the door by his mother in winter. He got used to the cold, and now that the wind is blowing on his body, he doesn't feel much.

The street is not deserted, but the people on the street are in a state of rushing home. This kind of feeling makes people feel flustered for no reason, as if walking slowly will be isolated by one person in an empty space. in space.

At that time, the car drove very fast, rushing all the way to the outskirts of the city, and there were fewer and fewer people, so he was relieved.

When parking the car, Li Fan called. He was not polite, and the first thing he said was: "Come over for dinner."

"No." When Chen locked the car, he would refuse every time, but as long as Li Fan didn't go home, he would call every year.

"where is it?"

"Fifth courtyard."

"What about at night?" Li Fan asked.

"Sleep, don't worry about me, hurry up and spend time with your mother and your daughter-in-law." Na Chen looked up at the low-key sign of the Fifth Hospital, hung up the phone and walked in.

The fifth hospital is about the same today as usual. There are more family members who come to see the patients than usual, window grilles are pasted on the windows and doors, and the Spring Festival Gala is playing on TV.

When Chen saw her mother in the hall, she was sitting in a corner watching TV quietly, wearing a thick cotton coat, probably covering her face, her face was a little red.

Na Chen was standing about ten meters away, the nurse went and squatted beside her and whispered something to her, and after her eyes turned around, Na Chen walked over slowly and sat down beside her mother: "Mom. "

Mom looked at him, and it took a long time before she seemed to recognize who he was suddenly, her eyes turned red suddenly: "Chenchen?"

"Well," Na Chen tentatively touched her hand, the dumplings in the lunch box in front of her mother were still steaming, "How about you eat dumplings?"

"I just ate one." Mom pulled out her hand and touched his face. "I'm not hungry and I can't eat it. Do you want to eat it?"

Na Chen nodded, reached out and squeezed a dumpling into his mouth.

His mother stared at him intently, and continued to stare after he had swallowed the dumpling. Nachen hesitated to take the second dumpling. He was familiar with this kind of look from his mother, which made him uneasy.

"Is it poisonous?" Mom asked.

"No." Na Chen shook his head.

My mother didn't speak, but still stared at him. When Chen was about to eat another dumpling to prove that it was not poisonous, my mother suddenly slapped the lunch box, and the whole box of dumplings fell to the ground.

"You let me eat these poisons?" Mom pointed at him.

"No." Na Chen bent down to pick up the lunch box, and picked up the dumplings on the ground one by one into the lunch box. Just after picking up two, his mother lifted her foot and kicked it on the side of his neck.

The force of this kick was quite strong, Na Chen only felt that his eyes were dark, and he quickly supported the ground with his hands so as not to be kicked to the ground.

Before he could stand up, his mother kicked his shoulder again, and then he was pulled back by the nurses and nurses who ran over.

My mother was very excited, pointing at him and cursing indistinctly, Nachen couldn't hear clearly, and didn't want to hear clearly.

"You go back first, she's emotionally unstable..." A nurse pushed him.

That Chen didn't make a sound, turned around and walked out slowly, the nurse behind him persuaded his mother in a low voice, he heard his mother start to cry, when he walked out of the hall, his mother suddenly yelled in a crying voice: "Chenchen! "

That Chen shook, the place on his neck where he had been kicked hurt, he didn't dare to look back, and ran out of the hospital.

There was no one outside the hospital, and the north wind swept the fallen leaves on the ground and hit him.

He was sitting on the car seat with his scarf wrapped round and round, his hat pulled down to almost cover his eyes, and the sound of the wind around him subsided.

He took out a cigarette and put it on, and it took a dozen times for the lighter to light up. After lighting the cigarette and taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and threw the lighter far away.

Mom's condition this year has not been very good. When I came here before, my mother could recognize him and would cry and ask him if he was doing well. But the few times he came this year, my mother was like this. The last time he came Sometimes it took a small spoon and stabbed it directly at his face. Fortunately, it was a plastic spoon, but the broken handle of the spoon still made a cut in his face.

Na Chen covered his waist, the wound hidden under the scorpion began to hurt inexplicably along with his neck.

Sitting outside the hospital until it was dark, Na Chen started the car and drove out along the road, the voice of his mother crying and calling his name lingered in his head.

He was a little irritable and didn't want to go home or go to the old car yard.

There was no one on the street, and the sound of firecrackers became more and more dense, and gradually became a sound, which made people feel lonely.

After thinking about it, he drove to Yege.

It was too early, there were very few people in Yege, and the Spring Festival Gala was shown on the big screen. There were probably no more than twenty people in the hall including the waiters.

Nachen found a booth in the corner to lie down, ordered a bottle of wine and drank slowly in the dark.

I don't know when it started, Nachen has mastered the skill of staring in a daze, and the people around him gradually increased, and he realized that he had been sitting for two or three hours.

Most of the people who came to the bar in their thirties were bored, and some people started to strike up a conversation.Nachen remained silent the whole time, only staring at the wine in the glass, and the few people who came over sat for a while and walked away without interest.

Sitting here is also boring, Nachen stood up and walked out of Yege, straddled the car and took out his mobile phone, flipping through the names in the phone book one by one.

He seldom calls, and he is especially unwilling to answer the phone. When the phone rings, he will feel palpitations, followed by uncontrollable upset.

So there are only a dozen or so numbers in his phone book, and after searching, there is no one he can call at this time, either they are too familiar or too unfamiliar.

Finally his finger landed on An He's name.

After staring at the word An He for a long time, he pressed the dial.

The phone rang for a long time before An He answered it, sounding surprised: "Big Qi?"

Na Chen was too lazy to resist this address: "Happy Chinese New Year."

"Happy Chinese New Year," An He's voice was nasal, "Didn't you send a text message?"

"Really," Na Chen smiled, and heard that An He seemed to be very quiet, "What are you doing?"

"Sleep." An He replied.

At that time, Chen was stunned, going to bed at eleven o'clock?

An He's answer moved his heart. There are people around him who have nothing to do at night like him?

He paused for two seconds before saying, "Come out?"

"Where are you going?" An He asked.

"I don't know, why don't you come to my house to sleep." Na Chen flicked the cigarette butt to the ground and stamped it out with his foot. There was already a sound of firecrackers all around him, so loud that he had to hold his phone to his ear to hear An He's words.

"What?" An He was taken aback.

"Come to my house to sleep, if you don't want to sleep, you can have sex," Na Chen bit his lips, "If you don't want to come to my place, I can go to your place, or you can go anywhere, I just don't want to be alone stay."

After the series of words were finished, An He's voice fell silent.

When Chen Chen wanted to check the screen to see if An He had hung up the phone, An He said, "I'll go over there."