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An He was silent for a while, closed the car window, opened the car door, "Let's go to eat."

That Chen didn't speak any more, and got out of the car holding the piggy bank.

"You don't need to take this," An He looked at the piggy bank in his hand, "Put it in the car."

"Forgot." Na Chen put the piggy bank on the car seat and smiled.

This barbecue restaurant is well decorated, clean and tidy, and there is no oily fume. The business is very good. Now it is past the meal time, but the restaurant is still full.

When entering the door, there happened to be a table of people who were about to leave after eating. An He was about to go over, but Na Chen grabbed him: "Sit by the window."

"There's no room by the window." The little girl next to us said.

Na Chen ignored him, looked at An He and said again: "By the window."

"Then wait." An He was a little helpless, he was quite hungry, and the warm smell came over his face after entering the store, making him even hungrier, but that posture seemed to be that he would not sit by the window, so he had to stop pace.

The waiter probably felt that they were a little strange, and after a few glances, he went up to greet other guests.

"Is there any difference? It doesn't matter whether it's near the window or not." An He turned his head and looked at Na Chen.

"Let's change places." Na Chen didn't answer his question, and suddenly turned around and walked out the door.

"Hey!" An He was stunned and quickly followed, "What's wrong?"

Na Chen didn't speak, just kept walking forward, walked back to the side of the car, stopped and said: "I saw my second aunt."

"Your second aunt?" An He turned his head and looked into the store through the glass from the street. It was so hot that he couldn't tell who the second aunt Chen was. "You don't want to see her?"

"She probably doesn't want to see me either," Na Chen smiled, "It's New Year's Eve."

There was a hint of disdain in that Chen's smile. An He didn't really understand, but he didn't ask any more questions. After hesitating for a while, he opened the car door: "Then tell me where to go."

"Let's go to that kind of barbecue on the street." Na Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to the front of the road, "I've been going all the way there. Isn't there that kind of barbecue stand surrounded by big quilts? I want to eat that."

"Okay." An He got into the car, and the barbecue stand surrounded by big quilts...

An He used to eat there when he was in college. A group of poor students huddled together in the cold weather and had barbecue in the north wind blowing in through the cracks in the side. It was very interesting, but he never went there again after graduation. What's more, there are so many people on this occasion, and now he and Na Chen are the two of them, and they will probably freeze to death after eating half of it.

But that Chen seemed very interested, and this meal was supposed to be his birthday meal, so An He didn't say anything, and drove straight to the big quilt barbecue stand.

"My dad just died last year." Na Chen sat in the car in silence for a while, lowered his head and touched the nose of the piggy bank, and said, "My aunt and the others think it's unlucky."

"What's unlucky." An He frowned.

"My dad..." Na Chen glanced at An He, his voice was very low, "It was a car accident, in broad daylight, he ran into a truck parked on the side of the road, and everyone said he was crazy."

An He didn't speak, and Nachen tapped his fingers on the car window lightly, and said with a smile: "My aunt said that if you stay with mental illness for a long time, people will be affected... Maybe I am too, and I can still inherit it. Woolen cloth."

An He still didn't speak, Na Chen turned his head and bared his teeth at him: "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" An He turned his face and bared his teeth at him, "I specialize in treating all kinds of neurosis here."

Na Chen was stunned for a moment and laughed, holding the piggy bank and laughing for a long time before he let out a long sigh.

This was the first time An He heard Na Chen sigh, and this sigh, which contained too many emotions that he could not analyze, made him silent again.

The barbecue stand is very lively, chatting and bragging while drinking wine is a feature, you can open the cotton curtain and go in, and you will be buried by the noise wrapped in heat.

The two of them found a small table in the corner and sat down. When they were picking vegetables, Na Chen was very excited and took a lot of meat. An He found that he didn't know all kinds of meat in skewers. Have to ask Ankh what this is.

"Have you never eaten barbecue?" An He couldn't help asking.

"Well," Na Chen nodded, took another bunch and threw it into the small basket An He was holding, "I haven't eaten much, what is this?"

An He looked at the string of things in Na Chen's hand and said nothing, Na Chen studied it again: "What kind of tail is this? Intestines? It's like a spring."

"Try it, it's quite crisp." An He suppressed a smile.

"What is it?" Na Chen shook the thing in his hand.

"Leave it here when you eat it, what a fart." An He handed him the small basket.

"What is it?" Nachen asked persistently.

"Pig whip." The uncle who was waiting for them to pick food said with a smile.

Na Chen stared at the pig's whip wrapped around the bamboo stick in his hand for a moment, then threw it back on the table as if being tied, and sighed a little: "Is the pig's whip like this?"

"What do you think?" An He smiled and gave the selected items to the boss, and returned to his seat.

"So thin?" Na Chen sat beside him and asked in a low voice.

An He was always happy, but didn't make a sound.

"You've eaten it," Na Chen clicked his tongue, "how could you know it's quite crispy."

An He still smiled and said nothing.

Na Chen didn't speak, just stared at him with narrowed eyes for a long time, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Would you like to try..."

"Is yours?" An He interrupted him, "is it crisp?"

"Damn!" Na Chen pulled the chair and hid to the side, "You are still a teacher!"

"You don't look like a student, and you still expect me to think of myself as a teacher right now?" An He smiled, "What would you like to drink? Beer and white wine?"

"You're driving." Na Chen reminded him very seriously.

"Just leave the car here, it's very close to my house, you can just take a taxi back." An He said.

Na Chen snapped his fingers at the boss: "Red Star Erguotou!"

When eating, An He didn't talk much, and Na Chen didn't talk too much, he just drank and ate meat.

It wasn't until Na Chen started drinking that An He saw the Na Chen in his previous impression, which was completely different from today's childish happy smile.

That Chen's capacity for drinking is very good, and he doesn't need anyone's cooperation when drinking. He doesn't clink glasses with others, and he doesn't find words to let people drink. He just holds the cup and pours it down.

An He's capacity for alcohol is not bad, but he has to drink it slowly. If he drank like Na Chen, he would have to get down in a few taels at most, but after drinking up the bottle of Erguotou in front of Na Chen, he still didn't feel drunk.

"Why don't you drink it?" Na Chen looked at An He's cup, which was still half full.

"Drinking." An He picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Are you afraid that something bad will happen to you if you drink too much?" Na Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, took a string of tendons and slowly bit it.

"Isn't it bad if you don't drink?" An He felt a little regretful when he said this. Although he didn't drink too much, he probably already entered the stage of talking without thinking.

Na Chen unexpectedly didn't answer this sentence, just smiled and took a sip from his cup.

When the two of them came out of the big quilt barbecue stall, they drank a lot. An He gave the car keys to the boss, and asked the boss to help drive the car to the parking space next to him, and then took Na Chen to the side of the road to take a taxi.

Nachen stood behind him, with one arm around his waist and one arm holding a piggy bank, half leaning against him and singing in a low voice: "The ice wheel on the island is turning..."

"Stand up straight." An He pushed him.

Na Chen hugged him without moving, and was still singing in his ear: "See Jade Rabbit... Jade Rabbit has risen east again..."

"The noble concubine," An He tugged at his arm to pull him away, "You look like you're so drunk that you're going to throw up right away, the driver has to step on the accelerator when we see this."

"Are you going back?" Na Chen finally let go.

"Well, it's only 10 minutes for me to walk back."

Nachen thought for a while: "Is it the neighborhood where I picked you up last time?"

"Yes." An He raised his hand, and a taxi approached.

"Ah!" Na Chen yelled, put his hand on the lamp post next to him, and bent down, "Wait for me..."

"Want to vomit?" An He was a little surprised. Na Chen was sober from the time he came out to just now, and he didn't even wander in his steps. Now he's going to vomit suddenly?

"Hmm." Na Chen frowned with pain on his face.

The taxi on the side of the road hadn't come to a complete stop yet, the driver glanced at them, kicked the accelerator and drove away.

"It's really not particular," Na Chen straightened up, with a smile on his face, raised his middle finger at the taxi's butt, then put his hand to his mouth and whistled loudly, "Run away!"

"That Chen," An He looked annoyed at his bright eyes, "what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not going back tonight," Na Chen leaned on the lamppost and looked at him, half of his face facing the light was outlined beautifully by the light yellow light, "I'll go to your place."

"I start school in two days, I have to rest early, I can't entertain you."

"I'm going." Na Chen said very simply, with a somewhat stiff tone.

An He stared at him for a few seconds. Na Chen was sometimes quite obedient, but sometimes he felt unable to communicate normally. He didn't speak, turned around and continued to take a taxi.

Na Chen came over and grabbed his arm and pressed it down: "I said I won't go back!"

"Then don't go back." An He stretched out his arms and walked along the road. The domineering tone in that Chen's tone made him very irritable. If it were different, he might not care too much about it, but now he is in a good mood after drinking. Elegant, no effort to suppress their own.

"What are you doing!" Na Chen said loudly behind him, "If you're so annoying being with me, don't call me over!"

An He ignored him and continued walking.

"You have completed the task!" Na Chen lowered his voice, "Do you feel sorry, so you come here to give me a gift and take me to dinner, and then run away!"

"Are you sorry?" An He stopped and turned his head, "What can I be sorry for? What I owe you should be yours?"

"Then don't ask me to come here! Happy birthday!" Na Chen shook the piggy bank in his hand, and the coins that he threw in before were jingling inside, "Can this money be poured out?" , Happy fart, all offset, can you take it out!"

An He didn't speak, and looked at Nachen who was shaking his piggy bank with his head down.

"Are you kidding me?" Na Chen's voice was even lower, showing depression, "How long have you saved happiness and how much have you saved? You get angry when you're done having fun, is that still happy..."

An He raised his head and looked at the dark night sky. There were no pedestrians on the road, and there were occasional cars passing by on the empty street. Looking at Na Chen's frown, he sighed softly and walked away. Back in front of Nachen, he reached out and took the piggy bank.

"What do you like to be called?" An He looked at the piggy bank in his hand and asked.

Na Chen gave him a blank look: "What?"

"That Chen? Little Chenchen?" An He continued to ask.

"I don't know." Nachen replied.

"Little Chenchen, who called you that?" An He put the piggy bank back in his hand and asked.

Na Chen was silent for a while: "My mother."

"Do you like her calling you that?"

"...I don't know," Na Chen was a little confused about An He's question, but he still answered, "I just think of her."

"When did your mother get sick?" An He patted his arm, turned and walked forward.

Na Chen hesitated and followed behind him: "When I was in elementary school, I was in the fourth grade, I can't remember."

"After your mother got sick, does she still remember you? I mean, does she know that you have grown up? It's not eight or ten, but 20." An He's voice was very soft, and he spoke very slowly.

Na Chen glanced at him, he didn't know why An He asked this, he had never thought about it himself, but the details of being asked suddenly made him uncomfortable for a while.

"I don't remember when it happened, but I might know it occasionally when I'm awake." Na Chen answered with some difficulty.

An He didn't speak.

Nachen's mother called Nachen in the long elementary school days, so Nachen still clings to it until now.

An He didn't know what kind of feelings he had for his mother, whether it was attachment or longing, or fear, maybe confusion, these things together with this title trapped him in those days.

Welcome to Xiaochenchen's secret base.

Welcome to Xiaochenchen's home.

"Na Chen," An He stopped, and took the piggy bank from Na Chen's hand, "Happy birthday."

Na Chen was stunned: "Thank you."

An He put the piggy bank back into his hand: "Happy birthday, Big Seven."

"Thank you." Nachen smiled.

"You don't want to go back, do you?" An He looked at him.

"Ah."

"Want to go to my place?"

"Ah."

"Follow me, you have to say something carefully," An He turned and stood face to face with him, "An He, I don't want to go home, can I go to your place for a while?"

Na Chen frowned and hesitated for a moment: "An He, I don't want to go home, can I... go to your place for a while?"

"It's over," An He smiled, "Let's go."

Walking all the way back to An He's place, the two of them didn't talk anymore. An He's whole body was blown stiff because of the cold, and his upper and lower teeth seemed to be glued together, but Na Chen couldn't tell whether it was cold or not. , An He only felt that he was a little distracted.

It wasn't until he got out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door that An He felt a little warmer. He pushed the door open, and the lights in all the rooms in the house made him feel at ease: "It's not cleaned up, it's a bit messy. .”

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Na Chen entered the room, stood in the living room and looked around.

"Don't be afraid, sit down." An He went into the kitchen, turned around and came out again. He wanted to find something to drink to entertain Na Chen, but found that there was nothing but cold water, so he had to take a cup and ask Na Chen. Chen, "Water?"

"Is there any milk?" Na Chen asked casually.

"No." An He held up his cup.

"beer?"

"No."

"coffee?"

"No."

"What's the matter?" Nachen sat on the sofa and leaned against it.

"Water," An He pointed to the pitcher, "and it's cold water."

Na Chen looked at him and laughed: "How do you live these days?"

"How about..." An He suddenly remembered that there were still a lot of ingredients for fruit tea that he bought last time, "You make a pot of fruit tea? I have the ingredients here."

An He put all the ingredients of the fruit tea on the table, looked at Na Chen: "Are you ready?"

"Qi," Na Chen propped his hands on the table and looked at it for a long time, and finally raised his head slowly, a smile slowly appeared from the corner of his mouth, "An He, do you miss me?"

"Cook or not?" An He pointed at the ingredients.

"Cook," Nachen nodded with a smile, and walked to the kitchen, "Bring here."

An He stood beside Nachen. This was the first time since he bought this house, someone in the kitchen used his knives and glass bowls that he hadn't used ten times so skillfully.

When the pineapples of different sizes under Anhe's knife came out of Nachen's hand, they all turned into beautiful and neat little dings, which looked very cute.

"Put it in the pot." Na Chen instructed him.

An He washed his hands, picked up all the diced pineapples and put them into the pot: "Is this enough? I played two of them last time."

Nachen looked at his hands: "Mr. An, your hands are so beautiful."

"Thank you," An He also looked at his hands, "That's all you said."

Nachen smiled: "Can you play the piano?"

"Is it okay to play little stars?" An He put all the diced pineapple into the pot, put his finger in his mouth and licked it.

Na Chen didn't speak, just stared at him with an indescribable light in his eyes.

"Why?" An He looked at him inexplicably.

"Don't seduce me," Na Chen grabbed his hand and pulled it in front of her, lowered his head to enclose his fingers, wrapped his tongue around his fingertips, and took another bite, "I will be in heat. "

The soft tip of the tongue that slid across the fingertips made Anhe's calm breathing tighten suddenly, and his heart felt warm as if wrapped in something fluffy.