Dude, your wig fell off

When Chen went up to the second floor, An He stood up and slowly walked to the sofa to sit down. The back of his hand was completely swollen, and his hand was shaking a little due to the pain.

His current mood is simply indescribable. The incident in the parking lot is still gnawing at his emotions, and he was hit by Na Chen suddenly. If it weren't for the fact that his hands are too sore to drive now, he would really get up and leave. impulse.

Na Chen ran down from the second floor, carrying a small medicine box in his hand.

An He watched as he opened the refrigerator and took out an ice box, quickly poured all the ice cubes into a small basin and put them on the coffee table, and then dragged the coffee table to An He.

"Ice it?" Na Chen leaned over and touched An He's hand lightly.

An He put his hand into the ice, the temperature of the ice made him frown, and took out his hand again.

Nachen took out a roll of bandages from the medicine box, cut off two long ones, folded them and put them in the basin. After soaking the bandages with some melted ice water, he covered the folded bandages in the safe. on the back of He's hand.

"I..." Na Chen knelt and half squatted in front of him, speaking with some difficulty, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." An He was not in a very good mood now, but he still shook his head.

This sorry sentence reminded An He of the sorry sentence that Na Chen said to him for the first time. At that time, he simply thought that Na Chen should be a person who rarely said sorry to others.

Thinking about it now, it's not that he doesn't say much, he probably doesn't know how to face such a situation at all.

What to do, what to say, he doesn't know.

From childhood to adulthood, the parents who should have taught by precepts and deeds, one turned a blind eye and the other was dark and oppressive, they created Chen who was sensitive, fragile and eager for warmth, but they never gave him a demonstration of how to get along with others.

An He glanced at the kitchen: "Is the water boiling in your pot? It's about to dry up."

"It's for cooking corn kernels for salad." Na Chen got up and went to the kitchen to turn off the fire, holding on to the stove without moving for a long time.

"Come and serve," An He said, "It's not iced anymore."

Na Chen hurried over, soaked the bandage in ice water again and put it on his hand: "Go to the hospital to see if it will break."

"Don't curse me," An He moved his fingers, "It wasn't broken, but it was smashed hard, like an enemy."

Na Chen didn't speak, leaned against the sofa and sat on the floor next to his legs, squeezed a piece of ice and rubbed it in his hands.

"Tell me," An He saw that he didn't make a sound, and leaned back, but found that it was a difficult challenge to lean on such a solemn mahogany sofa at a right angle of [-] degrees, so he sat up straight again , "Why do you have to let me play the piano?"

"I just want to hear it." Na Chen rubbed the ice cubes and rubbed another one.

"Did you miss your mother?" An He raised his hand and moved his fingers up and down to make sure there was no problem with his bones.

"...Yes," Na Chen hesitated, "Actually, I often miss her."

Feeling afraid and missing, An He smiled, he probably had a similar feeling, not so serious, but understandable.

Afraid of going home and afraid of losing that so-called home.

Because once lost, the most illusory bit of comfort and hope will be annihilated.

"You cook," An He touched Nachen with his leg, "I'm hungry."

"Well," Na Chen stood up after changing the ice bandage again, walked two steps towards the kitchen and then stopped, "Would you like to see how the roasted pork is cooked?"

"Okay." An He raised his hands and sat down at the dining table with two stacks of bandages.

Na Chen put the box of marinated meat in front of him, and smiled: "Then the chef will teach you how to make barbecued pork at home, and the lecture begins."

"Papa papa." An He clapped in cooperation.

"The tools we need are a bunch of pork belly, an oven, a baking tray and..." Na Chen opened the drawer on the kitchen cabinet next to him, and took out a small box, "a box of paper clips."

"You are a trick of the hunter." An He said.

"The meat is marinated first, and the sauce is made by Daqi's secret recipe. I won't talk about the recipe. Anyway, you can't understand it. Cut the meat into strips and marinate. It must be squeezed and marinated in this way to make it more delicious. Hey, just put it in the refrigerator overnight." Na Chen showed him the lunch box, took out the meat one by one and put it on the baking tray next to it, "The next part is very simple, just hang it up. "

"You didn't say it was difficult before..."

"It's very simple." Na Chen took out a few paper clips, broke them into hooks, and put them one by one through the meat strips on the baking tray, "That's it, just hang it up, put the grill on it, hang it up , put the baking tray down and continue... the lecture is over."

"After you finish this lesson, the program team will have to lose money." An He smiled.

"Then I'll go all out, tell me how to make the sauce," Na Chen hung up the meat, put a thermometer in the baking tray, closed the oven door, set the time, and counted in a row, " Sugar, salt, light soy sauce, cooking wine, sesame paste, sweet noodle sauce, fermented bean curd juice..."

"Stop," An He smiled, "I can't remember."

"Please see the bottom of the screen for specific ingredients." Na Chen bowed.

Na Chen said it very simply, but the actual operation was not easy. During the roasting, he opened the oven several times to take out the meat and brush it with sauce, and even found time to change the ice for An He's hands a few times.

More than half an hour later, the room was full of the smell of barbecue, and An He could almost hear his stomach growling. Nachen took out the char siu that had been roasted into golden color, cut off a small piece, and handed it to his mouth. : "Try it."

An He opened his mouth and bit the piece of meat into his mouth, and swallowed it after two bites: "It's really good!"

"That's OK," Na Chen snapped his fingers, brushed the meat with the sauce one last time, and put it back in the oven. "It'll be ready in another 5 minutes. I'll fry the chicken wings first."

"Who taught you all this?" An He was a little surprised. Normally, in a family like that Chen, the probability of him being able to cook should be as low as his own.

"I learned it by myself, who taught me this?" Na Chen stood beside the frying pan and put the chicken wings in one by one, "When I was young, my mother wouldn't let me go out... I went to school almost two years later than others, so I I stayed at home and watched cooking lessons on TV, and then I figured it out on my own."

An He looked at Nachen's figure busy back and forth in the kitchen, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

It takes talent to cook.

My mother didn't let me go out. Since I was a child, my mother basically didn't ask if he came back or not, and sometimes she thought he was in the way at home and asked him to get out.

In the few years he was running around, he thought about eating every day. When he saw cooking lessons on TV, he had the urge to eat TV, but he didn't learn any tricks and half ways of cooking from TV.

There was too much water for the instant noodles last time, so he wanted to add some salt, so he added half a teaspoon of sugar.

So this thing has to be talented. A talented person like Na Chen, even if he usually looks like a crazy rock youth, can cook good dishes based on the cooking shows he watched on TV when he was a child.

I have no talent like myself, I have been soaking noodles for several years, and I have never even had an innovative idea of ​​​​adding some dishes to the noodles.

That Chen cooked very quickly, even steaming, frying, and frying. After more than an hour, all the dishes were placed on the table.

Hanging oven barbecued pork, fried chicken wings, sweet and sour pork ribs, eggplant box, steamed fish, and a soup that doesn't know if it's snails or shellfish.

"Good guy..." An He looked at a table of dishes and felt that he had to gnash his teeth or else his saliva would drip out. "All meat feast?"

"Well," Na Chen took out the beer, thought about it and replaced the beer in front of An He with apple cider vinegar, "Quanrou, you don't look like you really want to eat vegetables."

"I just want to eat meat." An He said very honestly.

"If you want to be vegetarian, there will be a salad later, and I will be cooking corn kernels, and it will be ready in a while," Na Chen stood opposite him with his arms folded, "How about it!"

"Surprise," An He nodded sincerely, "It's really a surprise."

"It's definitely a surprise for you," Na Chen raised his eyebrows, a little proud, and then there was a fleeting disappointment between his brows, but it was quickly replaced by a smile, "But this is the first time for me The opportunity to cook for others."

"Thank you," An He picked up the apple cider vinegar and touched the beer can in front of Na Chen, "This is the first time someone has cooked such a table for me."

An He's hands were still swollen, and it was a bit difficult to hold the chopsticks. Na Chen shyly brought him a set of knives and forks: "You poke and eat, or I will feed you?"

"Thanks, let me know next time you have a convulsion, I wear gloves." An He didn't care too much about it, took a fork and started eating, mainly because he was too hungry.

Na Chen smiled and said nothing, lowered his head and took a sip of beer and began to eat.

The taste of the dishes was good, An He ate lightly, the salty and light dishes made by Na Chen were just right, and he was injured, so he ate hard.

Every time he had a fight before, he ate very happily when eating barbecue with others at a street stall. I don’t know why, even after being beaten by his mother every time, he would be hungry and sleep too sink.

Beating and beating are physical labor.

After eating and drinking all the time, An He relaxed all over.

The decoration of the living room on the first floor of Chen's house made people feel heavy and depressing, but now the dining room and the kitchen area became warm because of this table of delicious dishes.

"Is your mother not cooking?" Na Chen asked while drinking beer.

"Well," An He smiled, "My mother is a wonderful woman who has devoted her whole life to mahjong and sacrificed everything that has nothing to do with mahjong. She will definitely become A leader in the mahjong world."

"Then..." Na Chen frowned, no one in his family played mahjong, so he couldn't understand such a magical thing, "Where's your father?"

An He didn't make a sound, and after blowing a few breaths on the back of his swollen hand, he said slowly: "My dad is basically not at home."

"Any other women?" Na Chen asked casually.

"A lot," An He took out a cigarette and drank it. In such a warm yellow light, a faint fragrance of vegetables, and a warm restaurant, the line of defense that had been tense in his heart gradually loosened. "Anyway, I haven't counted them, and they don't look the same every time I see them."

"My dad doesn't have any other women." Na Chen filled a bowl of soup and drank it slowly.

"Really." An He looked at him, according to Na Chen's words, he and his father didn't have a good relationship, and they didn't seem to stay together every day, he didn't know why Na Chen said so definitely.

"Well," Na Chen smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, "He doesn't like me, but he loves my mother very much."

An He held a cigarette in his mouth and didn't speak. Na Chen reached out his hand to touch a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it. He continued in a low voice, "It would be fine if I didn't exist, that's what he said."

"Do you think you stole your mother's attention from him?" An He asked, he didn't say love, and Na Chen's mother's feelings for Na Chen may be more appropriate with attention than love.

"Probably, I don't know," Na Chen clicked his tongue, "but he was really good to my mother, very good. My aunt said that he committed suicide because my mother was not in a good condition at that time."

"Do you look a lot like your mother?" An He pinched a piece of ribs, which was better than that of the restaurant that Lin Ruoxue went to eat once when she was free, and then recommended it to everyone.

"Well," Na Chen laughed, "my grandma often thought I was my mother."

"Do you think that if you were more like your mother, your father would..."

"No," Na Chen frowned and took a puff of cigarette, "He won't like me because of this, but..."

"But he will be angry." An He stubbed out the cigarette and looked at the cigarette butt, "Usually he doesn't look at you, but at this time he will be angry, and maybe he will scold you, right?"

"Well, he said that I can't do anything, I can't do anything well, and I can't satisfy him no matter what," Nachen laughed, with helplessness and unwillingness in his smile, "I just want to see him angry, he is angry I would be very happy.”

An He didn't speak anymore, and continued to eat. Nachen himself didn't understand, what he wanted was not to make his father angry, what he longed for was only his father's attention, and he was always kept out of sight, and he didn't know what to do To be affirmed, only to be provoked will get short-lived attention.

And all of this has no possibility of turning around anymore. Dad is no longer here, no matter if he is provoked or tried hard, nothing can change it.

"Sometimes I can't figure it out," Na Chen said with a smile after drinking a few sips of beer, "Why do they have children, wouldn't they be fine without me, love each other, you love lunatics, lunatics love you .”

An He still didn't speak, Na Chen was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "An He, are you BI?"

An He didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, he was stunned and didn't answer.

"Have you thought about getting married and having a baby?" Na Chen asked again.

"...I thought about it," An He leaned back in the chair, pinched the center of his eyebrows, "I used to really want to have a home of my own, and I think I can definitely do better than my parents."

"Before?" Nachen looked at him, "Don't you think about it now?"

Now?Anhe smiled.

Not now, but I stopped thinking about it many years ago.

"I don't have time to think about it now," An He took a fork and planned to eat the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs on the plate. Just as the fork stretched out, Na Chen quickly grabbed the ribs away before him, and he was stunned. I was taken aback, "What do you mean? Grab some food!"

"Are the ribs delicious? This dish is the best I can make." Na Chen didn't eat either, and shook the ribs between them.

"Well, it's very delicious and not greasy. It's much more delicious than the restaurant recommended by my sisters." An He flattered him very seriously and sincerely.

"Want to eat?" Na Chen narrowed his eyes, and slowly moved the ribs with his chopsticks to his mouth.

"Are you playing with me?" An He filed his teeth. If he said that he was not bad for this piece of ribs, but he felt very depressed when he wanted to eat but couldn't eat his mouth. "Is there anyone who greets guests like this! I even boasted a sunflower coming……"

"Here, I'll eat it for you," Na Chen leaned back on the chair, tilted his head back, put the ribs in his mouth, and glared at An He, saying vaguely, "Dare you?"

"Just a few cans of beer?" An He clicked his tongue, "Would it be a striptease to drink two more cans?"

"If you don't eat, I will. Once I relax, you can only chew on the bones." Na Chen didn't move, and continued to speak vaguely with the ribs in his mouth.

"Damn, are you afraid of you?" An He threw the fork away, stood up and walked to Na Chen's side in two steps, put his hand on his forehead and lowered his head to bite the ribs.

Just as he was about to take the ribs away, he realized that Na Chen hadn't let go of his mouth and was biting on it. An He frowned, but didn't let go, and said vaguely: "You don't keep your word."

"You work hard." Na Chen smiled.

"I'm going to drool on your face." An He stared at his eyes, Na Chen's eyes were very bright, but his pupils were very dark, and he could see his own face from them.

"If you dare, I will beat you until you can't get out of bed, just like last time." Na Chen narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"Don't you think it's stupid for the two old men to play bone grabbing like this?" An He sighed, although he said so, he didn't let go.

"No..." Just as Chen was about to speak, An He suddenly reached out and poked his ribs. The tingling feeling made him cry out, "Ah!"

An He quickly took the ribs away and ate them into his mouth, then quickly spit out the bones and put them in front of Na Chen: "Dogs eat them."

"It's not a dog." Na Chen rubbed his ribs.

"Little leopard eats."

"The little leopard hurt his self-esteem, so he won't eat it."

"Then what to do, I ate everything." An He smiled, turned around and was about to sit back on the chair.

Na Chen grabbed his arm: "Tell me."

"What?" An He looked back at him.

"The person who made you unhappy all day." Na Chen said.

An He stood still and did not speak.

He never told anyone about this matter, and kept it in his heart all the time, hoping that he would never be remembered again, even Lin Ruoxue only knew the general idea.

He doesn't think anyone understands how he feels, and he doesn't expect anyone to.

But now when he looked at Na Chen's eyes, he suddenly felt a little shaken.

Suddenly, I want someone, like himself, to listen to the past that he doesn't want to be touched easily.