Dude, your wig fell off

"The action is really fast. It's been a week. Why don't you let me soak my hands next month?" An He smiled, "Hands are almost healed."

"Ah?" Na Chen also smiled, "I'm afraid you'll be angry if you recover."

"No, I'll do it on the spot if I want to get angry." An He turned around and continued walking towards the parking lot. He was already familiar with Chen's often out-of-control emotions, but today he suddenly couldn't help but think about it. If someone had helped him in those days, what would he be like now?

"Invite you to dinner." Na Chen slowly followed behind him in the car.

"You don't need to be so polite." An He turned around and said.

"You invite me." Na Chen replied very simply.

"You mean to have a meal together?"

"Ah."

An He entered the parking lot, and Na Chen followed, and parked his car next to his car.

"You..." An He hesitated, today is not the weekend, he is usually not willing to go out at night on weekdays, he needs to have enough sleep and quiet time to ensure the working state of the next day, but that Chen is used to clumsy and Some blunt attitude made him open the car door, "Let's go, what do you want to eat?"

Na Chen jumped into the co-pilot and said without thinking: "Isn't there a steamed restaurant next to the video game city?"

"Eat steamed vegetables?" An He was stunned, steamed vegetables were no different from eating fast food in his opinion, but he quickly realized, "Actually, you didn't come to ask me to eat today, did you want to go to the video game city?" ?”

Na Chen turned his face to look at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Biao Che, dare you?"

"Yo," An He laughed, and started the car, "Did you practice secretly?"

"Try," Na Chen pointed to the front, "Look at the road."

The parking lot is the road, and there is a lot of traffic. Usually, An He comes out in a hurry, avoiding the time when there are the most cars.

I came out late today, and the entrance was already crowded with cars, basically one after the other, even if there was a gap, they couldn’t squeeze through, and all kinds of retrograde battery cars were full, everyone stood there in a daze, 10 minutes An He's car was still stuck at the entrance of the parking lot without moving.

"Squeeze, Mr. An, don't be high-quality right now," Na Chen said beside him, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to squeeze in the automatic gear?"

An He had no choice but to push against the waist of the car lying in front.

"Further ahead, do you still reserve space for the battery car? With so many retrogrades, you have to wait until midnight for them to pass." Na Chen clicked his tongue.

"Hey!" An He had no choice but to move forward a little bit, squeezing the space that could pass two battery cars into one.

The car in front finally turned around, and Na Chen patted the window beside him, saying in succession: "Follow up, pass by..."

An He lightly stepped on the accelerator, the car slid forward, and slowly cut off the battery car's line.

Unconvinced, an uncle forcibly squeezed past the front of the car retrogradely. An He was a little helpless and stepped on the brakes, but the uncle stopped suddenly and turned his head to stare at him.

An He didn't speak, but also looked at him.

The uncle looked down at the front of the car, then raised his head and continued to stare at him with an ugly expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" An He suddenly became a little irritable, "Go quickly and didn't touch you! Is it reasonable to go retrograde?"

The uncle remained silent, and continued to stare at him and the front of the car in turn.

"Fuck!" An He honked the horn, "Are you sick?"

Unhappy, the uncle slowly moved forward, deliberately dawdling and refusing to let go, the road was soon blocked again, An He slapped the steering wheel, and didn't want to talk anymore.

Just when the uncle was about to leave the range of the front of the car, Na Chen suddenly approached the driver's seat and shouted out of the car window: "Hey!"

"What are you doing?" An He was taken aback. Although he was annoying, he didn't want to cause trouble.

Na Chen ignored him, and raised his chin at the uncle who was still staring at them: "What are you looking at?"

The uncle was stunned.

"Ask you, sir," Na Chen pointed at him, "Are you busy?"

The uncle was probably ready for a quarrel, but he didn't expect Na Chen to ask such a question, and stared at him without saying a word.

"What's your business?" Na Chen looked at him and continued, "If you have anything, just say it."

The uncle opened his mouth, but Nachen didn't give him a chance to speak, so he waved his hand: "Are you okay? It's okay, you go!"

The uncle made Na Chen's words a little dazed, coupled with the horns and the roar of various engines next to him, he drove the battery car forward for several meters in a daze.

Finally there was a gap in front again, An He squeezed in, and finally merged into the traffic on the street after 2 minutes, until he got out of the intersection, he only glanced at Na Chen when he was waiting for the red light, thinking a little Laugh: "What did you just do?"

"No reason," Na Chen tapped his fingers rhythmically on the car window, "I'll just interview him."

"You're crazy." An He's words came out of his mouth, and he regretted it immediately after taking it off.

But Na Chen didn't seem to care, leaned on the back of the chair and gave him a thumbs up: "Teacher An has good eyesight."

"There's chocolate, do you want to eat it?" An He pointed to the back seat.

Na Chen turned back and took the chocolate from the back seat, tore open the package and stuffed a piece into his mouth. An He could smell the faint smell of tobacco on his fingers. The illusion between the couple.

He had chocolate in his mouth, and after a while he asked, "Have you washed your hands?"

"Washed." Na Chen turned his face to look at him, put his finger in his mouth, and then slowly pulled it out to slide across his lips, his eyes were full of smiles.

An He quickly turned his gaze away.

Because Na Chen's main goal today was to challenge and not to eat, so in the steamed vegetable restaurant, the two of them quickly took a few dishes and then sat at the table without saying a word and began to eat vigorously.

"This tamales are too fake." An He didn't know what he ate after eating, because the last chopsticks contained tamales, so he commented on the tamales nearby, "I thought it was meat, a ball of noodles ..."

"I'll make it for you when I have time," Na Chen said, raised his head and drank a small cup of soup, grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, "Let's go?"

"You are still in such a hurry to find abuse." An He stood up, and it had been a long time since he had the pleasure of being challenged to his strengths, "Let's go."

An He didn't know how many times he came to play during that time, but judging by how skillfully he flipped coins to select levels, he probably came a lot.

"If I win..." Na Chen turned to look at him.

"Huh?" An He responded.

"I win a game, and if I win..."

An He was stunned, and interrupted him: "Wait, how many games are you playing?"

"Let me think about it," Na Chen lowered his head and thought seriously for a while, "ten dishes."

"Damn," Angel said happily, "if you win one out of ten games, you win?"

"Yes," Na Chen said with a serious face, "I've never broken your record that day, will you come?"

"...Okay," An He felt a little helpless about Chen's shameless face, flicking his fingers on the handlebar, "What if you win?"

"Birdman will perform at Boiling Point on Saturday, come and see it," Na Chen said.

"Okay," An He nodded, "Are you going to lose?"

"I cook for you every day."

An He choked, and looked at Na Chen for a long time without saying a word.

Na Chen frowned: "I don't want to?"

"No," An He didn't know what to say, he wasn't sure what that meant, "I..."

"Hey, I'm not going to make it at your house," Na Chen clicked impatiently, "I'll pack it up and send it to you. I don't know if you can eat it or throw it away."

An He didn't speak, and chose to start racing.

At the beginning, I didn't feel much. After a lap, An He found that Nachen's level had improved not by one point or two, but by a lot.

He could no longer get rid of Na Chen as easily as last time, and Na Chen's car was always firmly stuck behind his car.

After three laps, An He couldn't help but whistled: "You've made a lot of progress."

In the last lap, he didn't think of a way to get rid of Na Chen, but kept his speed to prevent Na Chen from overtaking suddenly, but at the end, Na Chen failed to overtake.

"Come again." Na Chen didn't say anything else, and put in another coin.

An He smiled, twisted the accelerator and rushed out.

This time the track is a wasteland. Although there are many bends, there are few obstacles. For Nachen, who has already improved a lot, it is easy to catch up.

An He stared at the screen, he hadn't played it so seriously for a long time, listening to the roar from the speakers, he felt a little bit back to the days when he was wanton and unscrupulous many years ago.

After two rounds, Na Chen stopped, not in a hurry to insert coins, and glanced at An He: "Didn't you play seriously when you brought me here last time?"

"It's serious, but it can be more serious," An He smiled, "It's three sets."

"Come again." Na Chen bit her lip.

An He looked at Na Chen's side face, he liked Na Chen at this time, he was a little upset, a little unconvinced, and a little stubborn.

However, Na Chen's energy began to vent when he lost the eighth set, and he stopped staring at the screen.

An He couldn't bear to see him like this. In fact, he didn't know whether Na Chen wanted him to go to the show or cook for him every day. He just felt that this kid was depressed now.

He wondered if Na Chen should give in if he wanted to continue.

"Come again, let's return two games." Na Chen's voice was a little dull, and he added, "Don't let me."

An He smiled: "Okay."

The ninth set is the map that I ran before, Wasteland.

When An He ran the second lap, he found that Chen had a special feeling when running this map. At the moment, he was probably holding back his energy and followed his car tightly. He never had a chance to increase the distance.

During the last round of the bend, An He made a slightly wider turn. With such a short distance, he felt that he was going to lose the game.

Sure enough, at this moment, Nachen's car clung to the inside of his car and overtook him.

"Fuck!" An He yelled.

"Ha!" Nachen shouted quite loudly.

The difference between the two cars was less than a second and they crossed the finish line. Before the results were displayed on the screen, Na Chen had already jumped out of the car, leaned close to his ear and shouted again: "Ha!"

An He laughed and covered his ears: "Deaf."

"I'll pick you up on Saturday." Na Chen hooked his chin with his fingers.

"Well," An He nodded, got out of the car, and stretched his arms, "Now? Let's go?"

Na Chen didn't answer, and quickly leaned over, hooked his neck, and kissed him hard on the lips.

An He was stunned for a moment.

The kiss under the bright and shining headlights of the big courtyard and the windows flashed by, but the soft and warm feeling and the dizziness brought by the breath sweeping over his face stayed for a long time.

An He even felt his heartbeat suddenly disrupted.

He couldn't believe his own feelings.

This feeling is so strange that it is almost forgotten.

Some inexplicable feeling of heartbeat.

Na Chen took a step back and was about to speak when there was a sudden "bang" behind him.

Both of them were startled by the sound, turned around and saw a few aunts, one of whom was pulling out a few coins from the coin slot of the coin pusher at the back.

"How do you play this?" Na Chen's attention was immediately attracted, and he asked An He with great interest.

"This is..." An He withdrew his thoughts and was about to explain, when another aunt suddenly kicked another coin pusher hard, and there was another "bang".

A few coins fell out of the coin spitting slot, and the aunt quickly pulled them out. Na Chen stared in surprise: "Kick?"

"...No," An He was a little speechless, and the aunts seemed to be regular customers, kicking the machine skillfully one by one, "Let's play something else."

"I want to play this," Na Chen became interested, and walked over to one of the coin pushers, "You tell me how to play, this can make money."

"Playing over there, this one has been kicked, so it's not easy to push." ​​Angel stopped him, and stood in front of a machine before a few aunts mopped up.

An He seldom plays the coin pusher. It requires patience and luck. After telling Na Chen how to push it, he leaned on the machine and watched Na Chen throw coins in one by one.

"Do you want me to kick it for you?" An He asked with a smile when he saw that there was no movement in the machine after he threw a dozen or so coins.

"No need," Na Chen shook his head, "This thing is not completely uncontrollable... at most ten more coins."

Before An He could speak again, Nachen threw seven or eight coins into the coin slot in a row. The coins bounced in the machine, and a few seconds later, a pile of coins at the front of the table fell off with a crash. When it went down, there was a tinkling sound in the trough for spitting out coins.

"Ha!" Nachen yelled, reaching out to grab all the coins.

An He leaned over and counted together: "How many numbers did you vote for?"

"It's counting," Na Chen clicked his tongue, "I haven't returned the book yet..."

"Then you won't be able to get back to your books," An He smiled, pointing to the inside of the machine, "That space is empty, there are only a hundred or eighty of them that can't be pushed out."

"It's a lie!" Na Chen turned around and left, took two steps and then turned around suddenly, almost colliding with An He, and he staggered and bumped into the coin pusher.

"What?" An He stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

"It didn't fall." Na Chen clicked his tongue.

"Nonsense, you have pushed out everything that can be dropped." An He was a little helpless, "It looks like a flop, it scared me."

"I'll hit that one." Na Chen turned around on the spot, pointed to the machine at the farthest point, and strode over. The location of that machine was hidden, and the aunt kicking coin team hadn't had time to sweep it.

"Hey!" An He hurried to catch up, and Chen might do something when he was so crazy.

Before Na Chen could reach the side of the machine, an uncle with a cigarette in his mouth walked over and stood in front of the machine first.

"Hey." Nachen sighed and stopped walking.

The uncle didn't insert the coin, but slapped the machine hard.

The coin didn't fall out, but the uncle slapped it again.

"Drunk too much." Na Chen covered his nose.

An He also smelled the strong smell of alcohol, pulled Na Chen, turned around and left.

The uncle was probably irritated by the fact that the two palms failed to produce coins, so he used a set of Lianhuan Baguazhang, and the machine was screamed again and again by him.

Before An He and Na Chen walked two meters away, there was a sound of glass shattering behind them.

Looking back, the uncle smashed the glass cover on the coin pusher.

"A lot of coins!" Na Chen grabbed An He's hand and said.

"Let's go." An He wanted to continue walking, he had already seen many people surrounding him, and the staff of the video game city also ran to this side from a distance.

"Wait." Nachen didn't move, the people who came around had already surrounded the coin pusher, and they all reached out and grabbed it.

"You..." It was too late for An He to stop him, so Na Chen turned his head and squeezed into the crowd in high spirits.

The staff was already close at hand, An He saw that Chen had grabbed a handful of coins and put them in his pocket, so he hurried up to pull him, turned his head and ran towards the gate of the video game city: "Okay, let's go."

The two ran out of the video game city in one breath, and An He led him into the side street before stopping.

"How many looted...?" An He panted, touching Na Chen's pocket.

"Not much," Na Chen smiled, "I'm not ashamed to grab more coins, so I just grabbed the coins that I invite you to play with next time."

"You're still addicted to playing," An He smiled, and reached into Na Chen's pocket, "If I want to play with these coins, I can play for several days. If you want it, it will take about an hour."

Na Chen also picked it up, laughed for a long time, and suddenly called him in a low voice: "An He."

"Huh?" An He leaned against the wall next to him and took out a cigarette and drank it.

"You come out to play with me, are you happy?" Na Chen asked.

"Very happy, why?" An He glanced at him.

"Give me a dollar," Na Chen held out his hand to him, "Let's save it together."

An He looked at Nachen's eyes shining brightly in the dark, hesitated for a moment, touched his body, found two dollars, and put them in his hands: "One time was for you to interview the uncle, and the other time was for you to loot game currency."

Na Chen smiled and put the money in his pocket.

An He lowered his head to light his cigarette, and just as he lit the lighter, Na Chen suddenly said, "Let's be together."

An He's hands trembled, and the lighter fell to the ground.