Dude, your wig fell off

"I will lick it if I say it," Na Chen took a cigarette out of his pocket and drank it, and handed it to An He, as if he hadn't gotten out of the atmosphere of the game just now, "Are you still coming?"

"Didn't you lick enough?" An He took the cigarette and smiled, "If you lose again, you will have to stand outside the traffic police box and take off your pants. Don't give up."

Na Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Do you want to see me take off my pants?"

An He smiled and didn't speak, took out the lighter and turned his back to the wind to light a cigarette, watching the people around him come and go, that Chen probably didn't have a good rest these days, wrapped in the cold wind His voice was hoarse, but it sounded inviting.

"Go in." Na Chen pointed to the gate of the video game city, his face suddenly a little impatient.

An He turned sideways to light a cigarette and then turned slightly to look at the street. These movements were very clever, and he avoided himself calmly, which made him feel a little depressed suddenly.

"Stop playing," Angela tugged at the collar, "I'm so sick of playing..."

"Whatever." Na Chen interrupted him, turned around and strode into the video game city.

An He looked at his back and sighed softly, took two puffs of cigarettes, then pinched out the cigarette, crossed the road, and walked towards the department store.

The video game city was still buzzing with people, and the sound of music was still loud, making people tremble in their hearts.

Nachen walked all the way in, and waited until he reached the racing game area he played before.

There are only three machines on the motorcycle side, two singles and one double, all of which are already occupied, and he stands aside and waits.

He hasn't looked back since he came in, and An He didn't follow, he can know this without looking back.

The two-player machine was played by a young couple, the girl was laughing all the time, driving the car back and forth against the wall, and there was an uncle sitting on the single-player machine, the cry of "look at how handsome I am" was written on his face.

The one in front of Na Chen was a child, who looked like a junior high school student, and the game ended within two strokes, but he kept sitting there, staring at the screen in a daze.

Nachen waited patiently for him for a few minutes, and after confirming that the kid had no coins, he said: "I won't play."

"Who said I won't play anymore?" The child turned to look at him, with a distorted expression on his face.

"Then coin." Na Chen crossed his arms.

"It's none of your business whether I put coins or not?" The child let go of the handlebars, put his hands in his pockets and squinted at him provocatively.

Na Chen didn't speak. He lowered his head and slowly touched the black ring on his left middle finger. He twisted the ring lightly, and a small knife popped out from the middle, shining with silver light.

The child was stunned when he saw it, but before he could recover, Na Chen suddenly waved his hand in his face, the blade brushed past his face, the child shook, his face changed a bit.

"Come down if you don't have coins," Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth hooked, his voice was not high, but very cold, "I'll cut your dick up soon."

"Fuck," the child probably came alone, and got out of the car very unhappy, staring at him, "You wait!"

"Well," Na Chen nodded and stepped into the car, and stuffed the coins one by one, "I'll cut it when you bring other penises, go."

Na Chen stared at the screen. Although the car was able to move when driving, the operation and feeling were completely different from driving a real car. It was quite strenuous for him to drive.

Na Chen looked at the picture flashing backwards on the screen. When An He played, his movements looked very relaxed. He couldn't tell that he was a person who couldn't even get into the narrow parking space.

He clearly remembered An He's results in every hand, and his goal was to surpass An He's slowest one.

He picked his best road segment and ran it repeatedly.

Although he knew that An He might not care what kind of results he ran, even if he surpassed An He, there might be no chance for him to win back next time, but he still ran again and again.

He didn't know how long he ran. Anyway, the coins that An He bought for him before were all used up, and he couldn't exceed An He's slowest speed.

"Damn." Na Chen slapped the front of the car, got out of the car a little depressed, and walked to the cashier, planning to buy some more coins.

Anyway, I have nothing to do today, and I am not in the mood to eat, so it doesn't matter if I run to tomorrow.

In fact, he is fine any day.

I'm bored, every day.

After walking a few steps, Nachen stopped, and a machine next to him was spitting out small tickets that could be exchanged for game coins and gifts.

When he passed by, the receipt had already spit out a long strip, and Nachen looked around, but there was no one there.

Probably who finished the game and left in style without taking a small ticket?

In the gift area next to the cash register, there are many small things, dolls, and small toys. When Nachen came in, he saw it. He really liked the half-person-high fluffy big white bear on the table.

So he squatted next to the machine, waiting for the receipt to be finished.

He has no desire for money, nor is he interested in exchanging game currency. He just wants that plush bear, as if he received a gift.

He likes to receive presents, although he has rarely received them.

The last time I received a gift was Anhe's supermarket gift rabbit during the Chinese New Year.

The machine spit out the receipts without any rush, and the connected receipts circled slowly on the ground. Nachen patiently squatted in front of the receipts and waited.

I don't know how many tickets it takes for that bear to get it.

Someone came over, the footsteps stopped behind him, and a shadow was cast on the ground from behind.

That Chen ignored it, he wanted to make himself look like the owner of this pile of tickets.

The person behind him didn't walk away, but walked beside him and squatted down too.

"Did you play?" the person next to him asked.

Na Chen was stunned, then quickly turned his head, and saw An He's smiling face.

"No," Na Chen was surprised, he didn't expect An He to appear again, "Didn't you leave?"

"It's not your game, what are you waiting for here?" An He stretched out his hand to grab the receipt, it was already full, and the machine was still spitting out.

"No one is waiting," Na Chen whispered, "No one wants it, I plan to exchange it for something."

"What for?" An He looked at the gift area.

"The big bear, the biggest one."

When An He saw the big white-haired bear that Na Chen mentioned, he couldn't tell what it felt like. What kind of heart was there under Na Chen's arrogant and nervous shell?

"Then just wait." An He didn't say any more, and stared at the receipt together with Na Chen, squatting quietly.

"A staff member will come to ask later," Na Chen told him in a low voice, "Remember to say that this is for you to play."

"Why do you say it's me?" An He smiled.

"Because I don't even know what this machine is for," Na Chen moved closer to him, "You must know, and you should have the skills to play so many tickets."

An He lowered his head and smiled at the receipt on the ground for a long time before stopping and saying: "Success."

The machine finally stopped and the receipts were finished.

"A lot!" Na Chen's eyes were bright, and he grabbed the small ticket on the ground contentedly, "I don't know if it's enough."

An He just wanted to say that if it’s not enough, I’ll just give you some money to buy it, but before he could say anything, two staff members in uniforms of the video game city came over.

"Here it comes, I remember you played it and you played it." Na Chen confessed a series of words.

"I know, I know, I know." An He was made nervous by his action, and said in succession.

The two stood up, ready to be questioned by the staff.

But to An He's surprise, the staff of the two came over, without asking a word, and directly bent down to collect the receipts on the ground.

Na Chen was stunned: "What are you doing?"

"We played." The staff replied, took the tickets on the ground, turned around and left without looking at them.

Na Chen looked at the backs of the two staff members leaving with the receipt in hand, and it took a long time before he uttered: "Hey..."

"Has the bear been ruined?" An He couldn't recover for a long time.

"Staff can still play games during working hours!" Na Chen shouted annoyedly, "What kind of management is this broken video game city!"

"Go to their manager!" An He filed his teeth.

"Well, look for the manager!" Na Chen nodded, turned around and walked to the stairs on the second floor of the video game city.

An He followed behind him: "You said you talked to the manager, can he give us the receipt?"

Na Chen stopped, and after a while, he slowly turned around: "I can't."

An He looked at Na Chen with a serious face, and started to think about it. He couldn't hold it back for a while, and laughed: "Hey."

"Laughing fart." Na Chen raised his eyebrows and stared at him, and also began to laugh.

The two stood there laughing for a long time before they stopped. An He raised his hand and rubbed his face, and handed a shopping bag in front of Na Chen: "For you, a birthday present."

Na Chen took the bag, looked at him fixedly, and asked after a long time: "For me?"

"Well, didn't you just celebrate your birthday?" An He smiled, "Let's go, treat you to fast food."

Na Chen followed him out, opened the bag and looked inside, it was a beautifully wrapped square box: "What is it?"

"You'll know if you take it apart and have a look." An He said.

"Reluctance," Na Chen smiled, carrying the bag, "I'll take it apart after sitting down, it doesn't feel like I'm taking it apart while walking."

"How old are you?" An He asked, and when he stepped out of the gate, it was almost dark outside, and the street lights were already on.

"Twenty," Na Chen stood beside him, with various lights flashing on his face, "Mr. An, how old are you?"

"28," An He thought for a while, "Let's go eat barbecue, there is a barbecue restaurant in front, my friend and I often eat there."

"Well, whatever." Na Chen lowered his head and looked into the bag in his hand.

"Then pick up the car first, the parking over there is free." An He walked forward, preparing to cross the street.

A few people rushed out of the milk tea shop next to the video game city, and one of them pointed at Na Chen and shouted, "It's him!"

An He turned his head and saw that two of them were holding sticks in their hands, and quickly blocked Na Chen who was about to come over.

Nachen recognized that the one who shouted was the kid who was stuck in the car when he ran out of coins before, and frowned: "Are you sick?"

"I told you to fucking wait! I can't beat you to death!" The child had someone to support him, and his voice was full of confidence.

A few people forced them over, and Na Chen took a step back. He usually has a knife on him, but today he just came out of the detention center, and the knife was confiscated by the police uncle. When the face was kicked, An He, who was standing behind several people, suddenly called out in a low voice: "Luo Kai."

The person standing at the front paused, looked back, quickly put the stick in his hand behind his back, and said in surprise: "Boss An?"

Following his yell of Mr. An, several people around him turned around.

"What are you doing?" An He looked at them with no expression on his face.

"Ah, nothing..." Luo Kai laughed dryly, and bumped the shoulder of the person next to him, who also lowered his head and bumped him.

An He slowly walked up to several people and stood in front of them. There were seven of them in total. Four of them were students from their school. Luo Kai was in his class. He usually didn't talk much, but An He didn't realize that he was squatting with a stick. the Lord.

"All the oil you eat during the Chinese New Year is in your mind," An He said, his voice was low, but his tone was quite serious, "Do you want to hit someone on the street?"

"No." Luo Kai lowered his head.

"It's none of your business." Those two people who didn't know An He said angrily, they couldn't figure out who An He was.

"It's none of your business," An He looked at him, "so you can get out."

The man glared and wanted to rush over, Luo Kai stopped him and pushed him aside desperately, and said in a low voice: "You two, go, our team leader, we can't afford to mess with you..."

The man was pushed a few times, dragged another and walked away cursing.

"President An..." Luo Kai lowered his head and returned to An He, "We really didn't want to do anything, we just wanted to scare..."

"Then what if he wasn't scared?" An He looked at him, "If he wasn't scared, are you going to fight or run? Hmm?"

Luo Kai turned his head away and remained silent. An He poked his chin with his fingers and raised his face: "Do you still want to learn from others at this level?"

"Boss An, give me some face, it's Chinese New Year..." Luo Kai muttered softly.

"Did you fucking give me face!" An He raised his voice a little bit, "How many times have I told me to stop! Did you listen? If you want me to give you face, you first give me face!"

"Mr. An, we were wrong," a student from Class [-] next to him approached, "on the spur of the moment."

"You guys are impulsive every time." An He glanced at him. This kid has a good relationship with Zhang Lin, and he is not worried. "Do you want me to count how many times you have been impulsive?"

A few people stopped talking, but they probably felt ashamed just by lowering their heads, so they avoided An He's eyes and looked around.

"Let's go, I don't want to affect my mood during the Chinese New Year," An He didn't want to say too much, Na Chen had been looking at him with interest, and he waved his hand, "I have always asked your parents to understand and respect you, Take some time to think about them too, you were not born to be sent to the streets to hang around like idiots, you live so that people can't look down on you."

After several people ran away, Nachen walked up to him: "Teacher An."

"How did you get into trouble with such a small child?" An He turned and walked across the road, "Stealing someone's lollipop?"

"It's just that kid who won't play or leave the machine, so I got kicked out," Na Chen smiled and followed him, "Are you a student?"

"Yeah." An He responded.

"You're really good at training people." Na Chen took the bag and looked inside again, "Teach me someday."

An He turned his face and glanced at him, but said nothing.

After Na Chen sat in the car, he began to unwrap the presents. When An He drove the car out of the parking lot, Na Chen took off the wrapping. It was very smooth and the wrapping paper was not broken.

Inside the box was a piggy bank. Na Chen looked at it for a long time and smiled happily: "Thank you."

"No thanks." An He also smiled.

"Did you just go buy me a present?"

"Ah."

"Why did you send me a piggy bank?" Na Chen held the piggy bank and looked back and forth, "This pig is very cute."

"It's not for you to save money," An He slowly drove the car, "It's for saving happy things."

"Huh?" Na Chen turned to look at him, a little confused.

"Did you have any fun today?"

"Yes," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "Today you play with me, give me gifts, and invite me to dinner. You are very happy."

An He reached out and fumbled in his pocket for a while, and took out a one-dollar coin, and put it into the piggy bank: "If you have fun, just put a one-dollar coin."

Nachen thought for a while, found another two yuan coin on his body and put it in: "Then what?"

"When you open it on your birthday next year, you will find a lot of coins inside, and then take it to eat, in exchange for happiness." An He said with a smile.

Na Chen didn't speak, and stared at the piggy bank in a daze, until An He parked the car in front of the barbecue shop, he asked in a low voice: "Is that a few dollars enough for a meal?"

An He turned off the engine, didn't get out of the car, and tapped his fingers on the piggy bank: "It depends on whether you can remember these happy things. For a whole year, no matter how unlucky people are, they can save a meal." Fan’s happy, trust me, try it.”

"Well," Na Chen touched the pig's nose, "An He."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever saved?" Na Chen leaned against the back of the chair holding the piggy bank and looked at him, "Have fun saving."

"Saved."

"how?"

An He opened the skylight and lit a cigarette: "It's a little more than I thought."

"You also have a lot of unhappiness, don't you?" Na Chen looked at the smoke floating towards the skylight, put his hand on An He's shoulder, and gently traced his fingertips on his neck. We need to use this method to save happiness.”