Dude, your wig fell off

An He opened his mouth and said nothing, the detention center,

"It's nothing, I hung up." Li Fan said.

"Wait," An He frowned, "What's going on in the detention center?"

"It's not the first time that Biaoche was detained by the public security. He came out in five days." Li Fan said casually.

An He recalled the scene when Nachen led him in a racing car the day Ye Ge came out, and it took him a long time before he said, "Got it."

After hanging up the phone, An He sat in front of the computer and stared at Na Chen's two sentences for a long time.

In the end, he replied, happy birthday, I didn’t log into Q a few days ago and didn’t see the message.

I wanted to say something more, but my fingers touched the keyboard for a long time and couldn't form any suitable language, so I gave up and closed the chat box.

According to Li Fan, that Chen took the car to Biao on his birthday.

He didn't know where Chen drove the car, with whom, and why.

Stimulate, pull the wind, or vent.

This man is really... crazy.

An He sighed softly, put his legs on the table and leaned against the back of the chair, resting his arms behind his head and staring at the blue desktop on the computer in a daze.

That Chen's living conditions were familiar to him but unfamiliar.

When his fingertips touched the scar on his arm, he paused and traced the scar up and down.

The scar is very long, deep, and not smooth. The surrounding skin has no sensation, and the touch of the fingertips cannot be felt. It takes a lot of force to pinch it down to cause a dull, dull pain.

An He got up and closed the curtains in the living room, he was relieved by the darkened room, and sat back in front of the computer to continue to daze.

This scar is the testimony of his chaotic and confused life.

He doesn't usually pay much attention to this scar, but it is always there, like a nocturnal animal lurking in the darkest part of his heart, and it will pop out when he doesn't notice it, reminding him of those days that existed no matter whether he remembers it or not.

The phone rang, An He stood up lazily, picked up the phone and glanced, it was Lin Ruoxue.

"What instructions." He fell back on the sofa and lay down, with his feet resting on the back of the sofa, which was a very comfortable position.

"There is no special instruction, just take a micro-service to observe the living conditions of your ass people." Lin Ruoxue said with a smile, her voice was still crisp and sharp as usual.

"The farts don't feel the care of the organization recently, and they are depressed." An He smiled.

"Liu Jiang said he wanted to get together, and brought his girlfriend here so we could get to know each other, but I haven't been able to call you," Lin Ruoxue clicked her tongue, "Are you stimulated?"

"It's so exciting, it's so exciting that I feel that the current life is boring." An He looked at the calendar, thinking about the day before school could be used for a party.

"Really, when people get old, they start to miss the unique and interesting life in the past?" Lin Ruoxue laughed.

An He didn't say a word, Lin Ruoxue had known him for a long time, she knew a lot about his things that had been buried in the past, and she didn't have any scruples when mentioning them.

"My lord," An He opened his mouth after being silent for a while, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"Handsome guy." Lin Ruoxue replied without thinking.

"Can you stop showing your flattery so conspicuously when I'm so deep?" An He said helplessly.

"He's quite handsome," Lin Ruoxue laughed for a long time, then suddenly stopped laughing, her voice became very serious, "Anzi, has something happened to you recently?"

An He paused before answering: "No."

"If you don't want to talk about it, I won't inquire about it," Lin Ruoxue didn't ask any more questions, "You know your own problems, that's what you learned, and you don't need a half-way monk like me to analyze it for you, I'll just say something, I've said it before of."

"Hmm." An He's arms hung down from the sofa, and his fingertips were scratching back and forth on the floor.

"You're pressing yourself too hard, too much, you know?" Lin Ruoxue slowed down her speech, "You're good at analyzing others, you should analyze it yourself, is it what I said? ?”

An He was silent, his eyes fell on the thick curtains, which completely isolated the light like a wall, making him feel safe inexplicably, just like what he once wanted, the sense of security from "home".

His parents never gave him a sense of security.

Lin Ruoxue didn't say much, and hung up the phone after finalizing the party time with him.

An He closed his eyes.

Someone downstairs was testing a motorcycle, twisting the accelerator back and forth, the muffler was removed from the car, the voice was soaring into the sky, it made his head go numb.

Annoyed, he took the earphones and put them on, turned up the music, walked into the bedroom and wrapped himself in a quilt. He wanted to find a random song and yell along with him, but the song "Paradise" popped out, probably into the machine. They were stuffed together when singing.

Blue skies...clear lake water...

An He was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and began to shout with a trembling voice: "Green grassland... This is my home... Aye..."

After singing a song of heaven with Uncle Tengger holding his throat, An He suddenly lifted the quilt and took a deep breath. He was so stuffy and suffocated that he could hardly breathe.

"Hey..." After taking a deep breath, An He shouted again under his throat.

Because the earphones had been taken off, he was frightened when he heard his own voice. He played with the earphones for a long time, and then stretched his waist and let out a long sigh: "Hey——"

After two days of being bored without going out, An He finally found something for himself to do.

car wash.

He washed this car twice in the last semester. Another time was when the road surface next to the community was being repaired. When the worker was flushing the ground with a hose, he drove the car over and asked the worker to help him. After the worker licked half of it Just call it a day, and he hasn't washed the car since then.

"I know why you bought a white car." The little girl in the car wash shop looked at the car he was washing and said.

"Huh?" An He also looked at his car.

"White ones are always dirty, just the number of times you wash your car." The little girl looked down at his car wash card. "If you buy a black car, it must be gray now."

Just as An He was about to speak, his cell phone rang. He smiled and took out his cell phone to take a look.

wig.

Then Chen came out?An He quickly counted the time in his mind, almost.

"Big Seven?" He picked up the phone and suddenly felt that he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Well, Li Fan said you called me." Na Chen's voice came over, and it sounded like it was on the street.

"I didn't go to QQ before, and I didn't see your message." An He walked to the side and found a deserted corner and lit a cigarette. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you," Nachen smiled, "I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

I don't want to talk to you.

"If you don't pay attention to you, you won't say happy birthday." An He puffed at the wall.

"It's okay, I didn't celebrate my birthday," Na Chen's voice lowered, a little dull, "If you don't talk to me, I'll just live it."

"How did you live?" An He frowned, "Have you been throbbing?"

"It's cool, you don't understand."

Just as An He was about to say hello, a loud whistle from Nachen suddenly came through the receiver. He was so startled that the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck!"

"Teacher An," Nachen's voice became very cheerful, "You don't understand."

An He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, swallowing slowly: "Booting cars, right?"

"Yeah." Na Chen was still very happy.

"Do you think your racing skills are pretty good?"

"Ok!"

"Where are you?" An He looked back at his car, which was almost finished.

"Are you coming over?" Na Chen asked quickly.

"I'm washing the car, come here," An He reported the address, "today the teacher will let you see what is called a racing car."

After the car was washed, An He drove the car to the side of the road, a taxi stopped behind his car, and Na Chen jumped out of the car.

"Get in the car." An He stretched out his arm out of the car window and waved at him.

Na Chen jogged over and jumped onto the co-pilot, with a mocking smile on his face: "Biao this car?"

"Motorcycle." An He started the car.

Nachen's face was a little tired, but after hearing this, he snapped his fingers, looking very interested: "I didn't see it, so you were so scared when you took my car last time?"

"Don't talk nonsense." An He turned the car onto the main road.

Na Chen didn't speak anymore, and sat quietly in the passenger seat, looking at An He, the car drove two ways, and he didn't turn his eyes away.

"What's wrong." An He glanced at him.

"You are really used to being stared at." Na Chen smiled.

"Well, there are more than forty people staring at me every day, and some of them fall asleep after staring at half of it." An He looked ahead, and every time he stayed in the car with two people like Na Chen, he felt awkward. It feels very comfortable to come.

But the premise is that there is no convulsion at that time.

"An He," Na Chen looked at him, "Can you say it again?"

"What?" An He looked at the road ahead, "There are forty people staring at me every day, and some of them fell asleep after staring at half of it."

Na Chen stared at him, and after a while suddenly laughed, leaning on the car seat and pulling the seat belt, he couldn't stop laughing for a long time.

An He sighed amidst his laughter: "Happy birthday, little Chenchen."

Na Chen's laughter stopped suddenly, and he looked up at the roof of the car. After a while, he turned his face to the car window and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

An He drove the car to the city center, and when he entered the parking lot of the department store, Na Chen lowered the car window and looked out: "Here?"

"Yeah." An He stared at the road. The broken parking lot of the department store is very small, and the parking spaces are narrow, which is quite challenging for him.

The car moved back and forth in the aisle for a long time but failed to back into the parking space. An He held the steering wheel helplessly and looked at Na Chen: "Handsome guy, get out of the car and help me take a look."

Na Chen looked at him, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and a smile spread on his face little by little: "How can you still drive fast at this level?"

"Well, what's the matter." An He didn't mind his ridicule, and smiled.

"Get out of the car," Na Chen opened the door and jumped out of the car, walked around to the cab and opened the door, "I'll back it up for you."

An He hesitated and got out of the car.

When Chen got into the car, he reversed the car into the parking space in two hands.

Na Chen followed An He out of the parking lot. Even if it wasn't a weekend, the area would always be crowded with people. He looked at the people and cars all over the street, and couldn't help asking again: "Where's the car? The main road Get on a racing car? You don’t want to kill someone else.”

An He stopped and turned to look at him: "Where are you?"

"There is no road to Lujia Village." Na Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Come on," An He breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, turned his head and walked forward, "I'm not on the main road either."

After a few minutes, An He stopped.

Na Chen looked up at the big neon sign in front of him, and said after a long time: "An He, are you playing with me?"

"Why, dare not?" An He smiled, turned his head and walked in.

"Mario video game city?" Na Chen followed him in, and the sound of human voices and music rushed towards him.

An He went to the counter to buy coins, took him to the racing game area, stopped in front of the two motorcycles racing in pairs, and stepped on one of them.

Na Chen didn't move, just stared at him with folded arms, and finally gave him a thumbs up: "Mr. An, you are awesome."

"Come or not," An He turned his head and looked at him, "You can play as many rounds as you want, and if you lose, go outside and lick the lamppost."

"Success." Nachen stepped into the car next to him.

"You can choose the scene you want." An He held on to the handlebar.

Na Chen couldn't help but turned his head and stared at An He several times. He had never seen An He in this state before. It wasn't Teacher An in school, nor An He who always kept a distance from him when he was with him.

For the first time, he discovered that An He actually carried a trace of arrogant banditry.

"I like you like this." Na Chen put in a coin and said in a low voice.

"I like the way you lick the lamppost for a while." An He twisted the accelerator.

The scene in front of me, the dancing pictures on the big and small screens, the sound of music, shouting and laughing, the noisy space where I can't tell whether it's early or late, and I don't know the time.

Everything An He used to be familiar with belonged to those days when he was wandering aimlessly in the streets.

The countdown numbers on the screen were beating, and with the sound of "GO", An He let go of the clutch suddenly, and the picture on the screen rushed towards him, and began to back away quickly.

That Chen chose the urban area, narrow streets, pedestrians, and various sharp turns.

But after two streets, An He's car overtook Na Chen's car by two cars.

This is a game he used to play from morning to night. No matter what track or road conditions, he is very familiar with it. Even if it is an updated map, he can play it very easily.

After entering junior high school, he met the school and asked him to pay some fees. He never asked his mother for it. He was afraid that his mother would be unlucky and would be beaten up if she didn't have money. He could cover the usual expenses by playing two rounds of gambling with others. up.

This is also the reason why he brought Na Chen here to "race the car". No matter how good Na Chen's driving skills are, facing a machine, he is [-]% sure that Na Chen will lose from the beginning to the end.

After the first round, Nachen stared at the screen for a long time without speaking.

"Come again?" An He glanced at him.

"Damn, one minute slower?" Na Chen whispered, "Come again!"

"You pick the venue." An He smiled.

This time, Nachen chose the highway, with few cars and people, and the road surface was smooth and straight.

At the end of the second round, An He didn't speak, just looked at Na Chen.

"An He," Na Chen frowned at him, "You..."

"Are you still coming?" An He interrupted him.

"Come on," Na Chen slapped the front of the car, "I still don't believe it."

In fact, it was not too easy for An He to win. Although it could be seen that Na Chen hadn't played this thing a few times and only knew the basic operations, but after a few games, he lost or lost, and the loss was not bad.

Nachen is smart, quick to respond, and quick to learn.

But An He used to make money with this thing after all, even if he couldn't get out of the car at that night tonight, it was impossible to turn the situation back.

After playing seven rounds in one breath, An He stopped, raised his arms and moved a bit: "It's almost there?"

Na Chen stared at the screen without speaking.

"When can you play better than me, let's drive your car again." An He touched a cigarette, came out, lowered his head and nodded, got out of the car and walked to the door.

"I'll win and leave." Na Chen jumped out of the car and chased him, grabbing his arm.

"It's impossible for me to win tonight," An He said with a smile as he walked, "I used to feel sick playing with this thing."

"Then I'll play by myself!" Na Chen let go of his hand, turned his head and walked back.

"Go out and lick the lamppost before coming back to play," An He said unhurriedly, without stopping, "I would like to admit defeat."

"Success." Na Chen turned around and followed him out of the video game city.

It was past five o'clock, the sun was gone, and the wind was blowing fiercely on the street. An He covered his face when he went out, but Chen didn't react at all, standing in the wind was very comfortable.

"It's your turn to pick this time, pick it." Na Chen stood in the wind and looked at him and said.

An He didn't understand for a moment: "What to choose?"

"Which lamp post to lick." Na Chen folded his arms and hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

An He pulled the zipper of his coat all the way, biting the zipper end in his mouth, slowly looking at the lampposts one by one, and finally picked one that looked fair, stood beside him and pointed: "That's it."

Na Chen glanced at him, didn't say anything, stepped up to the lamppost in two steps and came over, leaned forward and stuck out his tongue to lick.

An He raised his hand to block the lamppost the moment he came over, and Nachen licked firmly in his palm.

"Really licking?" An He smiled and wiped his hands on his clothes, and the warm feeling left by Chen's soft tongue on his palm made his heart soften a little.