Dude, your wig fell off

Let's be together.

Let's be together.

Let's be together.

An He felt that his mind was very lively, like the aunt's drum team invited by the shopping mall for activities, it was crackling non-stop, and the rhythm was still a little behind.

These words echoed back and forth in his ears, from front to back, from back to front.

He went around for a long time without saying a word, with an unlit cigarette still in his mouth, just staring at Na Chen.

Na Chen didn't speak anymore, and after staring at him for a while in silence, he lowered his head, squatted down slowly, picked up the lighter that fell on the ground, and lit it with a snap.

The small flame danced, illuminating Nachen's face, casting flickering shadows on his face.

That Chen's words came on a whim, on a whim, because of a convulsion... or some other reason, An He can't be sure.

But he could guess from Nachen's current expression that this was probably the first time Nachen said it to anyone.

A little nervous, with some evasive anticipation in his eyes.

Na Chen squatted in front of him, lowered his head and pressed the lighter, the monotonous clicking sound continued to sound, and the flame continued to light up and go dark.

An He stared blankly at the shadow of the tree behind Na Chen, then slowly squatted down, and pressed Na Chen's hand which was playing with the lighter: "Excuse me, light a cigarette."

After speaking, he felt that his throat was a little tight.

Na Chen glanced at him, lit the lighter and handed it to him. After An He's cigarette was lit, he himself lit a cigarette and smoked it.

The two continued to remain silent, squatting on the side of the dark road and looking at it, as if a robber was planning an escape route.

An He knew that if he kept silent, then with Chen's personality, he would probably remain silent forever, and finally got up and left without saying a word.

He sighed and flicked the cigarette ash lightly: "Why?"

"Huh?" Na Chen was stunned, as if he didn't react.

An He looked at him with a particularly sincere and confused expression, and for a moment wondered if he had heard it wrong, and for a long time expressed his wrong feelings?

"You just said you were with me," An He looked into his eyes, "Why?"

Na Chen's eyes that were staring at him quickly lowered, avoiding his gaze, and puffed out a puff of smoke on the ground. After a long time, he said: "I don't even plan to agree, and I still ask What?"

"Don't you have to ask if you agree or not? Besides, your proposal is so sudden..."

"This is not a proposal!" Na Chen suddenly raised his voice, raised his head and stared at him, "Do you feel very..."

An He knew what he wanted to say, and interrupted before he finished speaking: "No."

That Chen didn't speak, An He pressed the cigarette out on the ground, and flicked it into the sewer next to him: "I just felt it suddenly, I didn't think about anything else, and I didn't have time to think about it."

"You haven't thought about anything for a long time?" Na Chen hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled a little subtly, "Your brain is really slow."

"You think a lot." An He smiled.

"Well, my great thoughts went to Beicheng for a tour and then came back by bus." Na Chen took two puffs of cigarettes, and the flame on the cigarette butt suddenly became very bright.

"I don't know what to think." An He replied truthfully.

"Then don't think about it," Na Chen stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke drifted past his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, "I'll just say something casually, and you'll be done listening to it casually."

An He heard the displeasure and disappointment in his tone, and stood up, before he could say what he wanted to say, Nachen turned around and walked quickly to the street: "Don't forget the boiling point on Saturday, I'll pick you up at ten o'clock."

An He stood still, watching Na Chen and his elongated shadow disappear into the corner of the street, squatted back again, and lit another cigarette.

There are some things he doesn't want to say to Na Chen, and it doesn't make any sense to say them.

He is good at listening, but not good at talking.

In many cases, he is willing to choose silence, and he does not need any approval and understanding for some things.

He doesn't need that Chen to know that he won't believe in feelings easily, let alone accept them easily.

Especially this kind of feeling that makes people feel inexplicably moved without reason.

There is no basis, no reason, it seems to be natural, but it is disturbing when you think about it.

Although An He knew that it would be very difficult for Na Chen to say such words, no matter what the reason was, he also knew very well that at the moment he heard these words, his heart was filled with surprise and surprise. What is another feeling outside.

But now he has no way to give Na Chen the answer he wants. There is no sympathy or comfort in this matter.

An He pinched out the cigarette he hadn't smoked a little irritably, stood up and walked slowly towards the street.

After a few steps, a few snowflakes fell in the sky.

He looked up, and this was probably the last snow this year.

Walking into the parking lot with his hands in his pockets, An He found his own car after turning around twice. Just as he walked over to get in the car, he found someone squatting next to him.

Seeing him coming, the man stood up suddenly, scaring An He back a step.

After seeing that this person was Na Chen, he was stunned: "I thought you were gone."

"No," Na Chen's voice was a little muffled, "I'll wait for you to drive me, my car is still in the parking lot of your school."

"Then get in the car," Angela opened the door, "Why don't you call me and tell me to come over..."

"I don't have a mobile phone now," Na Chen went around and sat in the passenger seat, "I'll buy it next month."

An He remembered that Chen had said that the phone was broken before, but he never thought that he would never buy it again: "Why do you only buy it next month, it's so inconvenient without a phone."

"I don't feel it." Na Chen's answer was as expected by An He.

After An He started the car, he said again: "Can you use your old mobile phone?"

"...Yes," An He glanced at him, "what's the matter?"

"Give it to me." Na Chen also looked at him.

"Are you... tight on money?" An He couldn't understand it. He could see that he was not short of money in everything he wore and used, and he was driving a motorcycle worth [-] yuan. "Why don't I buy you one?" Bar."

"Will you give it? It's the old one. Why are you so wordy?" Na Chen frowned, "I like old things."

"Well, I have a bunch of things confiscated from students in my drawer that they don't even want after graduation..."

Na Chen stared at him silently, without a smile on his face, his expression looked very similar to the one they had when they first met.

An He sighed: "I'll give it to you on Saturday."

"Yeah." Nachen nodded.

Although An He has been single for quite a long time, he has been confessed to many times, but none of them can make him go back to the house and take a bath and still think about it like today.

Lying on the bed, as long as he closes his eyes, Nachen's face will shake in front of his eyes.

When he said those words, he had a nervous expression, with evasive but expectant eyes, his side face flickering in the fire...

"Hey..." An He turned over, took out two tablets of Valium from the drawer and ate them.

This feeling of not being able to tell what was wrong made him uneasy.

It didn't take long for the medicine to take effect, and An He fell asleep in a daze before he had a chance to think about it.

The next morning, the biological clock actually failed, and when An He opened his eyes, he was half an hour later than usual, which meant that even if he didn't eat breakfast, he was still late.

An Helian jumped up from the bed, and ran to the bathroom while getting dressed. When brushing his teeth, he always felt that he had swallowed a lot of toothpaste foam. After washing his face and going out, there was still a lingering mint smell in his mouth .

As soon as the wind blew outside the door, my face was tense and ached. I got in the car and rolled over for a long time. I found a hand cream and smeared it on my face.

"It's a good day." An He clicked his tongue and started the car.

Just after parking the car in the parking lot, Xiao Jiang's car drove in and stopped next to his car.

An He felt that he was quite unlucky. Could it be that he was late once and still met the leader? Although he had no class in the first period, it was no big deal to be late, but he still didn't want to be given a full workload in front of the principal like School Jiang. Workaholic leaders in class see.

"Teacher An," Jiang Xiao jumped out of the car in a hurry and saw him, "was up late?"

"Ah, I got up late," An He originally wanted to respond casually and run away, but he said casually, "Principal Jiang is also late..."

Principal Jiang smiled a little embarrassedly: "Yes, I couldn't find the key when I went out in the morning."

An He didn't speak anymore, thinking that he probably didn't sleep well.

"Mr. An," Principal Jiang walked towards the school together with him, "How are you thinking about that matter? I thought about it. If you need an assistant, we can ask for a graduate majoring in psychology this semester."

"I..." An He hesitated, "I'll do it first, and now it's unrealistic to say that the assistant is not an assistant, and I will know when I do it."

"You can definitely do well," Principal Jiang laughed when he heard this, and patted him on the shoulder. "Aren't there two rooms next to the music classroom on the fifth floor? I can give them to you. You can see what else you need. Just talk to me directly."

"Hmm." An He felt a little confused, so he was going to start doing it for no reason?

An He is not a workaholic, he will do his job seriously, but he is not willing to take care of things outside the scope.

But now besides attending classes normally, he also has to consider matters in the psychological counseling room. According to School Jiang's principle of "doing it right, you have to do it well", it's not like some schools, just find a teacher and just sit in the office. , so the teacher is quite relaxed, because there will be no students going.

All kinds of reference books, scales, and the basic props that need to be used. For two or three days, An He spent time making arrangements in the office on the fifth floor except for class time.

He didn't sleep in on Saturday and spent the whole day reading and looking up information.

It wasn't until Lin Ruoxue called him in the afternoon to ask him to go out to sing that he remembered that he promised Na Chen to go to the performance today.

"Come or not, eat first, then sing, I haven't sung for a long time," Lin Ruoxue asked over there, "We haven't sung a love song duet for almost a year, you have to come and hang out with me."

"No, I have other arrangements, you can spend your time on your own today." An He looked at his phone, it was past seven o'clock, and it was almost time to take a bath and eat something.

"Hey, Anzi," Lin Ruoxue raised her voice, "Now I have to make an appointment to ask you to come out, right?"

"Yes, next time you look for me three days in advance, I will arrange a time for you according to my itinerary." An He said with a smile.

"Who did you make an appointment with? That day?" Lin Ruoxue asked in a low voice.

"Ah."

"Anzi..." Lin Ruoxue paused, "Are you here for real? How long has it been? I haven't seen you have been with anyone like this, and you can hang out together for such a long time without avoiding it?"

An He walked to the window and leaned against it, and after thinking for a long time, he asked, "What if it's true?"

"I will definitely support changing to a reliable person," Lin Ruoxue replied quickly, "If it is that day, I will not strongly object, you have to change a little bit, but I feel that this person can cure the root cause, would you like to Just go crazy with him."

"Yes." An He smiled.

"No break, no establishment, I won't participate in opinions, you can handle your own affairs," Lin Ruoxue clicked her tongue, "That's enough, I won't talk nonsense with you, I have to go, next time I make an appointment in advance, you give me time."

"Okay." An He hung up the phone, stared out of the window for a while, then closed the curtains and went into the bathroom.

After taking a bath, he felt a little weak all over. After changing his clothes, he lay down on the bed and stopped moving. His whole body was soft and relaxed.

The phone rang at 09:30, and when he picked it up, he saw an unfamiliar landline number, and An He was surprised.

"Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Can you come out now? I'm at the gate of your community." Na Chen's voice came over.

An He sat up: "I'll go out right away, what phone did you use to call?"

"The phone number of the small supermarket at the door," Na Chen sniffed, "come out quickly, don't drive."

"Drive your car?" An He took the scarf from the cabinet, "It's cold."

"I like it." Na Chen hung up the phone.

An He wrapped himself up, and when he got out of the community, he saw Nachen riding a Bombardier waiting for him by the side of the road. His black long straight and leather pants and boots were very eye-catching.

"Do you have to be like this when you perform with the band?" An He sat in the back seat and pulled up the scarf to cover his face.

"Well," Na Chen started the car, "At first we wanted to get a girl to join the band, but we couldn't find the right one."

"So you just..." Before An He finished speaking, the car rushed out, and he suddenly leaned back, almost shaking his neck.

Nachen grabbed his arm back and pulled him behind her: "Help me up!"

An He leaned behind him, and the familiar breath from Na Chen's body rushed to his face, feeling a sense of comfort.

Boiling Point regularly holds a variety of themed night shows. This Saturday, several bands were invited to perform. There are local bands from other places, old bands and new bands.

When An He followed Na Chen into the hall, it was already full of people. There was a band warming up on the stage, singing very vigorously, and the crowd in the audience were laughing and laughing under the alternating light and dark lights.

This is a scene An He is familiar with, but it feels different today.

He and Na Chen sat at the table beside the stage, except for a few people from the band and the people they brought. An He was not familiar with them, so they listened to their nonsense chatting with a wine glass.

Na Chen was very silent today, didn't talk to anyone, occasionally picked up the glass and knocked on An He's wine glass, raised his head to take a sip, when An He turned his head to look at him, his gaze was always on other places.

It wasn't until the band was about to play that he leaned into An He's ear and whispered, "I'll sing today."

An He glanced at him, a little surprised: "Didn't you never sing?"

"Sing today," Na Chen stood up, "Don't look at others, look at me, you know?"

"Yeah." An He smiled.

The songs sung by the band before were very exciting, and the atmosphere in the hall was very hot. After several people from Birdman stood up on the stage, the excited people whistled and shouted.

Li Fan lowered his head and plucked the guitar, and the quiet guitar sound slid out.

Hearing such a quiet tone after the loud music before, the hall fell silent.

An He shook the wine glass lightly. The prelude sounded familiar to him. It wasn't until Li Fan sang something that he realized what it was. After humming twice, his heart became quiet.

"Han Ye's footsteps are two people, they were closely chased all the way, but your eyes are still innocent, this is a question I have been hiding for a long time..."

After Li Fan sang a few lines, Na Chen suddenly walked out from behind the drum stand, picked up a guitar placed next to the drum stand, and stood beside Li Fan, sweeping his fingers lightly over the strings, toward An He. Taking a look here, he took off the mask he had been wearing all along.

Someone started to blow whistles in the audience. Birdman performed quite a lot at Boiling Point, but the drummer played the guitar for the first time and took off his mask.

"Don't hide your lonely heart, even though the world is crueler than we imagined..." Na Chen's hoarse and straightforward voice came out, the people in the audience were quiet for a while, and then there was a burst of screaming, Na Chen lowered his head , staring at the guitar, "I won't cover my lonely eyes, just because I want to see your innocence..."

An He took a sip of the wine, and Na Chen's voice passed through his heart, causing a slight tremor. He leaned on the sofa, looked at Na Chen who was singing softly with his head bowed, and couldn't help singing softly along with him. : "We can keep warm by hugging, we can survive by clinging to each other, even if we lose our identity in the world of ice and snow..."

We can keep warm by hugging, we can survive by clinging to each other, even if we are in the vast sea of ​​people, we will sink...

An He's gaze stayed on Na Chen all the time, and Na Chen didn't look at him any more, but just lowered his head and sang quietly, just like the first time An He saw him playing drums, he was so focused.

For a moment, An He felt that his surroundings were empty, and all the people and things were far away from him, only Na Chen standing quietly on the stage was left.

"The following is a new song," Li Fan's voice brought Angel back to reality, "It was written for someone in the audience."

There were screams and applause in the hall, and An He's heart was beating wildly. He didn't know whether it was excitement or anticipation. The wine glass was almost crushed in his hand, and his hand was trembling. Put it back on the table and stare at Na Chen.

The guitar sounded again, and Nachen who had been standing still suddenly turned around and walked to the side of the stage, facing An He's direction, his fingertips slid across the guitar strings, Li Fan's guitar stopped, and only Played the note beating from Nachen's fingertips.

After a long solo, Nachen raised his head and glanced at him.

"The dimmed street lights, the lonely soul in the dark... I held my breath, and my figure lengthened in time..." Na Chen raised his head again, his eyes passed through the crowd and fell on An He's face, "I waved the green Wing, find your breath..."

An He's hand that was about to take the wine glass stopped in the air, and the melody that Nachen sang casually that he heard in the car that day made his breathing stop suddenly.