Dude, your wig fell off

An He has always felt that he is not a romantic person, and he has never done anything romantic, and probably because he is not romantic, there are not many people who are romantic to him. The most romantic thing is a certain On Valentine's Day, someone threw a bouquet of roses at him from upstairs, and when he dropped it, he hit his head...

There has never been someone watching him with a guitar playing and singing a song written for him like this.

Amidst the screams and whistles all around, An He's brain began to feel dizzy, and his heartbeat jumped up and down, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, following the rhythm of that day.

When Na Chen jumped off the platform and walked in front of him, he leaned back on the sofa, took a sip from the cup, swallowed back the heart that was beating wildly into his throat, and stared at Na Chen.

"I threw away my wings and forgot about heaven," Nachen stood in front of him and sang the last verse with his head down, "The last memory is flying towards you..."

After the sound of the music stopped, An He only felt that there was a commotion around him, shouting, and those who slammed the table. His mind was full of Na Chen's last sentence, flying towards you, flying towards you, flying towards you, flying towards you.

It wasn't until Na Chen put his hand on the backrest behind him and bent down to get in front of him that he raised his head to look at Na Chen.

"Let's be together," Na Chen looked at him, "No matter what you think, if you feel a little bit moved, how about we try?"

"I..." An He sighed softly, looking down at the wine glass in his hand, if it was someone else, he would definitely stand up and leave in this semi-forced way.

"What are you afraid of?" Na Chen interrupted him, "Don't you even dare to try, are you so old?"

"Fuck," An He let him talk amused, "Don't provoke me, I won't take this."

"Then are you old?" Na Chen hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a smile.

"Alright."

"Then shall we try?"

An He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly: "OK."

Boiling Point's performance was still going on, and after Birdman sang a few songs, Na Chen dragged An He away.

After going out the door, the cold wind slapped on the forehead, An He slowly came back to his senses, leaning against a tree by the roadside and crossing his arms: "That Chen."

"Huh?" Na Chen pushed the car over, stepped onto the car and looked at him, "Do you want to regret it?"

"...No," An He pointed to his car, "Are you drunk driving again?"

"I don't drink today." Na Chen got out of the car, walked up to him, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "I don't drink when there are performances."

"Ah," An He touched his lips, "I'm a little confused tonight."

"I'll take you back," Na Chen put his arms around his shoulders and pushed him to the side of the car, "Let's go out to play tomorrow."

"I won't go out tomorrow. I have a lot of things to deal with. I have to stay at home and work." Although An He drank, he agreed to "try" with Na Chen in a bewildered manner, but he still could. Remember what you are busy with these days.

"Working?" Na Chen stretched out his hand to straighten his scarf.

"Well, our workaholic principal assigned me a troublesome job," An He sat in the back seat, "let's drive, we'll go on a date after I've been busy for two days."

"Then I'll go to your house tomorrow." Na Chen said very simply.

"Why?" An He was stunned.

"Why not, you do your job, I'll watch."

"Wait," An He smiled, "I'm working, what do you want to see?"

"You don't mind me, I'm willing, do you look like you're going to give it a try?" Na Chen looked back at him, "Haven't you been in love before, and there are quite a few times, what are you talking about if you don't stay together when you are in love? , no wonder your total score."

"Cheng Chengcheng," An He waved his hand, "You can watch it if you like, and if you feel free, you can cook something to eat, how about it."

"Deal." Nachen started the car.

As soon as An He heard the sound of the car engine, he quickly put his arms around Na Chen's waist. If he drank, if the car suddenly rushed out, he would definitely lie on the ground behind him.

Na Chen held his hand and put it in his coat pocket: "Your hands are so cold."

An He smiled and didn't speak. Na Chen didn't let go of his hand for a long time, and squeezed it gently, which made him feel indescribably comfortable. The wind didn't blow so hard on his face. up.

Na Chen sent him downstairs, An He got out of the car, it was already one o'clock, if it was normal, he would not ask Na Chen to go upstairs again, but today the situation is different, the relationship between the two of them has suddenly changed, He wondered how to deal with the situation now.

"Go up," Nachen sat in the car and looked at him, "Why, don't you want to part with me?"

An He smiled: "Go up and sit down?"

"I'll come over tomorrow," Na Chen took his hand and tugged at her side, "Go to bed early, I'm in a really bad mood tonight, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep all night if you go up there, you should go to bed tomorrow." sorry..."

"All right, all right," An He interrupted him, "Hurry up and call me tomorrow when you come over."

"How to fight." Nachen smiled.

An He was stunned, and quickly took out his old mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Na Chen: "You can make do with it, the mobile phone is fine."

"No problem, why change it?" Na Chen took the phone and put his own phone card in it.

"It's very expensive for me to use my mobile phone," An He smiled, "One breaks down every year, but this one hasn't broken down after more than a year, so it's annoying."

"Will you bother me? If I'm not broken in a year or two." Na Chen put the phone in his pocket.

"You're not much better than being broken now." An He glanced at him, turned and walked into the building, "Come back, you're freezing to death."

"Come here." Na Chen shouted from behind.

"Huh?" An He turned around.

"Come here!" Na Chen frowned and waved at him.

An He had no choice but to walk back to Na Chen: "Any other instructions?"

Na Chen jumped out of the car, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips.

The warm breath fell on An He's face, and he subconsciously moved his lips to those lips.

Na Chen's hand touched his waist, his arms tightened, and he hugged him vigorously, the tip of his tongue pushed in between his teeth.

Maybe it's because of drinking, maybe it's because of the song, or maybe it's because the relationship between the two of them has changed inexplicably tonight. An He quickly went up to him and became entangled with Na Chen .

But after a few tangles, An He came back to his senses. This was downstairs in his own house. The security guards walked around the community for half an hour. There was a camera in front of the building. He lightly bit the tip of Chen's tongue. After a while, he pushed him away: "Pay attention to quality."

Na Chen smiled: "I'm just a very unqualified person."

"That won't work, you have to learn from me," Angela pulled the collar, "I have been very talented since I was a child, and I am a little embarrassed because of my quality."

"You'd be cuter with some wine," Na Chen turned and sat back in the car, "Go up, I'm leaving."

"Good night." An He slowly walked back into the building.

"Good night." Nachen started the car, but didn't drive forward, just sat in the car and looked at him.

"Good night." An He retreated into the building.

"Good night." Na Chen twisted the accelerator, but still stopped at the same place.

"Can you go? If you don't want to go, go upstairs. Your car is too noisy for a while, and the spittoon will be poured upstairs."

"You're disgusting," Na Chen turned the car around with a smile, and shouted, "Let's go!"

Hearing the sound of the motorcycle gradually disappear, An He turned around and walked to the elevator and pressed the button.

When the elevator car was going up, he felt a little dizzy, and leaned back against the car wall. In fact, he didn't drink much alcohol today, and he was so dizzy probably because he was still a little dazed about what happened tonight.

Back in the house, An He put a tub of hot water, and when he slowly slid into the water, he was wrapped in warmth, and after his whole body relaxed, he began to have time to slowly think about what happened in the past few hours.

That Chen drove very fast, the wind blew through his coat, he tore off his wig and stuffed it into the coat, his hair fluttering in the cold wind unfettered, just like his mood.

Although he couldn't accurately describe what kind of mood he was in right now.

After the car blew in the wind for a while, he slowed down and drove slowly along the road. The front was neither his home nor an old car yard. He didn't care about the direction, he just wanted to run the car .

Half an hour later, he parked the car on a bridge.

This bridge was newly built last year. It is a cable-stayed bridge that the city is very proud of. Although the river under the bridge is in a dry season for most of the year, the frozen water is still shining in the moonlight. The silver light is reflected under it, which looks very emotional.

There were no cars or pedestrians on the bridge. Nachen got off the car in the middle of the bridge, walked to the railing of the bridge, looked down, and slowly climbed up.

The wind was blowing very fast and the temperature was very low. He was already blown through, but he always liked this cold and exciting feeling.He slowly climbed up the thick steel cables beside the bridge railings, the higher he went, the stronger the wind, which made him almost unable to stand.

When he was a child, he liked to climb trees, but there were very few opportunities to climb trees. His mother refused to let him, and even after he found him climbing trees, he was not allowed to get close to any trees.

A few minutes later, he climbed to the top of the bridge, stood up straight on the highest steel cable, opened his arms, whistled fiercely against the wind, and roared in the wind: "Ah——"

The sound of shouting against the wind was quickly blown away by the wind. Na Chen felt that it was not enjoyable, so he turned his back to the wind and roared again. snap your fingers.

A flashlight suddenly lit up in the direction of the bridge head, and it swung towards this side. Na Chen hurriedly bent down and half-climbed and half-jumped down along the steel frame and steel cable. The bridge inspector ran over and shouted: "who?"

That Chen was only two or three meters away from the bridge deck, so he jumped directly and shouted, "A person who is in a good mood! A person who will definitely not commit suicide!"

Before the man could speak again, he jumped into the car and rushed towards the bridge quickly.

It was almost three o'clock when we returned to the old garage, and Uncle Lu's dog was barking wildly again, Na Chen took out two skewers of beef that he bought when passing by a barbecue stall and put them in his bowl: "Eat your big head quickly. "

The dog carefully sniffed the meat in the bowl, wagged its tail at him, lowered its head and began to eat.

"Would you stop yelling next time I come back?" Na Chen whispered, "Why do you still look like a thief when you see me every day?"

Big head is the name Na Chen gave to the dog. Although this dog is a coyote, it has a big head and a wide mouth, and looks quite imposing. It's called Huihui, so it never responded to the name that Chen gave it.

"Big head, let me tell you," Na Chen squatted beside the dog, "Your big brother Big Seven is in a particularly good mood today, guess why?"

The dog lowered its head to eat the meat, and wagged its tail perfunctorily to show that it heard him.

"It's the person I told you about last time, and he agreed to be with me today," Na Chen took out a few steel balls from his pocket and threw them in his hands, smiling, "Today the change is all gone." There's not enough left."

The dog finished the meat and looked up at him.

"He only agreed to try, but it's pretty good. I didn't expect him to agree. I thought he would pour wine on my face." Na Chen touched the dog's head, "I even prepared the paper to wipe my face It's..."

The dog sniffed his hand to make sure there was nothing to eat, then turned around and shook its fur, got into the kennel built with wooden boards and old cotton clothes, and lay down, closing its eyes.

"Forget it, I won't tell you, you are too young to understand." Na Chen clicked his tongue and drove into the gate.

An He came out of the bathroom without any clothes on, and went into the bedroom naked, lay down comfortably on the bed and stared blankly.

I might suffer from insomnia today, and An Ding is on the bedside, but he didn’t eat it, he won’t eat it unless he has to, and if he doesn’t go to work tomorrow, it doesn’t matter if he can’t sleep all night, at most, he will come over tomorrow morning, Let Nachen change from watching him work to watching him sleep.

Thinking of that day, he turned over, wrapped himself in a quilt, and took over the cell phone that was thrown by the pillow.

Na Chen should have arrived home by this time, he didn't know if he needed to make a phone call or send a text message to ask.

As Nachen said, he has been in love before, and the number of times is not small, but this is the first time to "fall in love" like this.

He admitted that from the first time he saw Na Chen, he had a different feeling, the feeling of being attracted, and he also had close contact afterwards. No matter what the reason was, he also had an "illusion" about Na Chen similar to a couple, but until yesterday Well, before he said the word "OK" in Na Chen's gaze, he never had the idea of ​​being with Na Chen.

Attracting, approaching, seducing...all of this seems like an unrealistic affair.

He sat up in bed, lit a cigarette, how could he allow himself to start a relationship with such a messy beginning?

It was not in line with his principles, nor in his character, but it just started out of nowhere.

So until now, he doesn't know how to talk about such a love.

He wasn't even sure how he felt about Na Chen.

curious?pity?

Or... do you like it?

He pinched his cigarette a little annoyed, took his cell phone, and sent a text message to Na Chen.

The wind was a lot less at night, and Nachen sat on the roof of the car, surrounded by quiet moonlight.

He likes to sit at the highest place of the parking lot at night like this. This pile of broken wreckage is combined in a strange posture to form a very imposing small mountain. He sits on the top of the mountain and plays the harmonica.

Compared with drums and guitars, his favorite is the harmonica, but he has almost never played it in the presence of people. He thinks it is his little secret when he is alone.

Amidst the sound of the harmonica, he heard a small ringing of bells.

He stopped and was stunned for a long time before he realized that this was the text message ringtone of the mobile phone An He gave him, just like the desktop of An He's mobile phone, the ringtone was the one that came with the mobile phone.

He picked up his phone and looked at it, it was a text message from An He.

Are you home yet?

The corner of his mouth hooked slightly, and he quickly turned back.

not yet.

An He's reply was also very fast, hasn't it arrived yet?What are you doing?

I am arranging my wings and flying towards the place where you are.

Na Chen replied with a smile, he could almost imagine An He's reaction when he received the text message.

After a while, An He's text message came, he opened it and smiled for a long time.

Come on, good night.

"Good night," Na Chen tossed the phone, turning it around in his hand, "Good night."