Dude, your wig fell off

Na Chen frowned, staring at the text message from Lei Bo on the phone.

It's not the first time that Leibo gave him gifts. For festivals, birthdays, etc., Leibo will always have gifts or red envelopes, and sometimes he will bring him something when he returns from a trip.

But today he doesn't want to see Leibo, especially "now".

Now he doesn't want to go anywhere.

Thanks, let's leave it alone, I'll check it out tomorrow.

Hold!Where are you, I bought something for you, who do you show your virtue to!

I'm at a friend's house and I don't have time to go out.

After answering this text message, Na Chen threw the phone aside, followed An He into the kitchen to watch him wash the dishes.

An He took a lot of water to wash the dishes. First, he put all the lunch boxes in the sink, turned on the water, and kept rinsing for several minutes. The oil was almost gone, so he used two fingers to wash the dishes. Put the cloth in the lunch box and turn it around like a fish.

"Go away," Na Chen couldn't stand it when he saw this, pushed An He away, picked up the dishcloth and lunch box, "Is this how you usually wash dishes?"

"Well, I don't have any bowls to wash, so I throw them away after I eat them all at once." An He smiled.

"Tell me," Na Chen put the washed dishes aside and wiped his hands, "I want to cook for you every day, will it help you improve your dishwashing skills?"

An He smiled and said nothing.

The food that Chen cooked was delicious. For An He, it would be a wonderful thing if he could eat such meals every day.

But he didn't agree right away. Nachen cooks for him every day, which means that Nachen will stay with him every day. This is an extra person in his shell that he regards as hiding from the outside world.

For a person like An He who has been alone for a long time, who hates loneliness but is used to it at the same time, this is not a change that can be easily accepted.

"That call just now," An He changed the subject and walked out of the kitchen, "Who called?"

Nachen looked at his back, leaned against the desk and did not move: "Leibo."

"The one I answered the phone for you last time?" An He turned his head.

"Well," Na Chen looked down at his hands, and walked out of the kitchen, "He said he had something to send me and let me go there."

"Do you want to go there?" An He walked to the computer desk and sat down, turned on the computer, "Anyway, I have nothing to do here..."

"Drive me away?" Na Chen stood by the table with her arms folded and looked at him.

An He heard his voice a bit cold, turned his head and saw that Chen's expression was not very good-looking: "That's not what it means."

Na Chen didn't speak, and went into the bedroom.

When he came out again, he put on a pair of An He's jeans, grabbed his coat and put it on, picked up his bag, turned around and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" An He was stunned.

"Go and get the gift." Na Chen didn't look back, opened the door and walked out, the sound was quite loud when she closed the door, there was a bang.

An He looked at the closed door, sat on the chair for a while without recovering, and finally sighed long.

What's going on here?

"Ah..." An He supported the table, rubbed his hands on his face, and opened the half-finished PPT document.

That Chen was probably upset, although An He didn't think there was anything wrong with his casual sentence, but he was still a little annoyed.

After staring at the computer screen for a long time, he stood up, took his mobile phone and dialed Na Chen's number.

There was always music on the receiver, but Na Chen never answered the phone. An He made three calls, all of which kept ringing until the phone hung up automatically.

"Fuck, what's the matter with love." An He threw the phone aside, adjusted his emotions, and started to work.

It was quite a long way from An He's house to Lei Bo's house, so Nachen chose a roundabout road with few people, and drove the car very fast.

The feeling of the wind blowing through his coat and skin all the way to his body made him feel comfortable.

He wasn't angry, but the deep disappointment still made him unable to control himself.

That Chen, who will need you?

No one will need you.

Dad's words stuck in my heart like a needle, making people suffocate every time.

Yes, no one needs him.

Parents didn't need him, he was superfluous to their pure and holy love.

An He didn't need him either, even if he didn't leave and stayed at An He's house, he just watched An He work.

No one needs you, even the person you think is "in love" with you, doesn't need you.

Because you are annoying.

That's right, it's very annoying, because of such a person who can't control himself and walks away with a single sentence, who wants to stay with you!

Leibo lives in a villa complex near the river in the suburbs of the city. When he parked the car at the gate of his villa, he saw his Ford F150, and went over to press the chewing gum in his mouth on the window glass.

After taking two steps, he felt that this was very forceful, so he turned around and tried to pick the gum off.

The door of the villa opened, and Leibo stood at the door: "What are you doing?"

"Steal the car." Na Chen kicked the wheel.

"Take it if you want. As for what?" Lei Bo frowned, "Come in."

Nachen followed Lei Bo into the house, and smelled a very faint scent of men's perfume as soon as he entered the door.

He didn't like perfume, never used it, and Rebo never used it.

"Is anyone else here?" He sat down on the sofa and asked.

"Huh?" Lei Bo was stunned, "I brought someone back last night, and there was no trace left."

"Scent," Na Chen hooked the corner of his mouth, "Where's the gift?"

"The nose is good." Lei Bo sat next to him on the sofa, sniffed at his neck, and pulled off his coat. "The clothes don't belong to you. You spent the night at someone else's house yesterday?"

"Where's the gift?" Na Chen turned to look at him.

"The basement, go and see for yourself. If you like it, I'll take you home later." Leibo stood up.

It is said that Lei Bo studied oil painting before, but the authenticity was not verified at that time, but the basement was converted into a studio by Lei Bo, and he would stay there and paint a few strokes if he had nothing to do.

His paintings were never allowed to be seen. Every time when Chen came down, he only saw a room that had been cleaned up.

When he came down today, there was an extra drum set in the middle of the basement.

Nachen went around the drum in the past. This is a set of DW's custom-made drums, with maple drum barrels.

"When did you decide?" Na Chen turned to look at Lei Bo.

"How?" Leibo leaned on the stairs.

Na Chen picked up the drum hammer and tapped it a few times: "Good stuff."

"I ordered your drum set last year when you said it was uncomfortable to play," Leibo walked slowly down the stairs and stood behind him, "I just didn't expect it to take so fucking long. I gave it to you on your birthday."

"Thank you." Na Chen threw the drum hammer, and the drum hammer spun a few times in the air. When it fell back to Na Chen's hand, Lei Bo reached out from behind him to catch the drum hammer.

"Who have you been with these two days?" Lei Bo asked in his ear.

"No one," Na Chen pulled the drum hammer from his hand, "take the drum to Li Fan in the afternoon."

"When I ask you a good question, you should speak well," Lei Bo said with a hint of unceremonious calm in his voice, "Don't force me to get angry."

Na Chen turned his head and stared at Lei Bo face to face, he could feel Lei Bo's unsteady breathing on his face, he raised the corners of his mouth, and a smile slowly spread on his face.

"I'm in a relationship," he said, putting the smile off his face.

"That's right, it's really rare," Lei Bo smiled, "Let Ge Jian pull the drum over in the afternoon."

"Well," Na Chen tapped lightly on the drum, "Thank you."

"Don't be old and thankful?" Lei Bo said.

"Is there anything else? I'm leaving." Na Chen put down the drum hammer and walked towards the stairs.

"Let's go." Lei Bo didn't move.

After Nachen walked out of the basement, Lei Bo stood there for a while, took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Come over to me in the afternoon, and take the drum to Li Fan's place to play it," he stared at the drum, "Also, from today on, follow Na Chen to see who he's been with recently."

After leaving Leibo's house, Na Chen drove back to An He's community and parked the car downstairs.

He took out his phone and looked, there were three missed calls from An He.

He held the phone in his hand and turned it around.

He wanted to call An He back, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid to hear An He say nothing happened.

After four or 10 minutes of turning the phone downstairs in An He, a security guard came over: "Sir, what can I do for you? I see you have been here for a long time."

"Wait for someone." Na Chen didn't look at the security guard, and continued to turn his phone.

"Who are you waiting for? Shall I make a call for you?" The security guard obviously didn't believe his words.

"I'll call myself." Na Chen stared down at the phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and dialed An He's number.

"Da Qi?" An He answered the phone.

"Ah."

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" An He's voice was very gentle, and he couldn't tell if he was unhappy.

"I just didn't want to pick it up," Na Chen glanced at the security guard who was still staring at him, "Are you busy?"

"Generally busy, you're not at your friend's place?" An He still had the sound of clattering keyboards.

"Come out," Na Chen was a little anxious, he didn't know how to tell An He that he wanted to go up, so he held back for a long time before saying, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Nope," An He stopped typing, "Where are you?"

"You are downstairs." Na Chen looked up.

"what?"

"You go downstairs." Na Chen still raised his head, An He didn't speak, a window on a certain floor upstairs opened, and someone leaned out half of his body from the window.

"Come on!" An He said on the phone.

"Yeah." Nachen hung up the phone, jumped out of the car and ran into the building.

"Your car is unlocked!" the security guard shouted behind him.

"I'll see you off!" Nachen ran over and pressed the elevator.

The security guard chased it in: "I don't want it, I don't know how to drive such a weird car, please lock it up."

"Hey!" Na Chen had no choice but to take out the key and press the remote control.

An He heard the knock on the door, and just opened the door in the past, Na Chen squeezed in with the wind, and kissed him loudly on the face: "What do you want to eat?"

"Cook the noodles, I only have noodles here." An He pointed to the instant noodle box next to the refrigerator.

Na Chen went over to take a look very dissatisfied, and clicked his tongue: "Why don't I smell seasoning on your body?"

Angela picked up her clothes and smelled them: "Fart."

"Really," Na Chen turned around and hugged him, buried his face in his shoulder, and took a deep breath, "Not today, probably because I ate breakfast in the morning."

"Don't go crazy?" An He smiled and pushed him away.

"I'll go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, there's one outside the neighborhood." Na Chen leaned over and hugged him again.

An He thought for a while, and gave him the key: "Don't buy too much, you won't be able to eat it."

"Yeah." Nachen took the key and rolled it out with a gust of wind.

An He sat in front of the computer, a little bit lost in his thoughts, staring at the content on the PPT, not knowing what he was going to do next for a long time.

It wasn't until Na Chen opened the door with a bag of vegetables that An He just inserted a picture into the PPT and typed a line of words.

Fortunately, Na Chen didn't come over to show what vegetables he had bought, and went directly into the kitchen with his pockets to start cooking, otherwise he would have to stop thinking again.

In fact, the current feeling cannot be said to be uncomfortable. He is sitting here facing the computer, and a handsome guy with good looks and a good figure is cooking for him in the kitchen, and he cooks delicious food.

It was just the same sentence, he was not used to it, his life was disrupted and he was caught off guard.

At that time, Chen didn't seem to feel anything. He was whistling in the kitchen and cooking, and while cooking soup, he was still tapping rhythmically on the pot lid and plates with his chopsticks. He seemed to be in a good mood, which was completely different from when he slammed the door and went out.

An He put down the mouse, leaned on the chair and turned around twice: "Big Seven."

"Huh?" Na Chen answered in the kitchen.

"Did you get angry just now?" An He looked at his back.

"No, really not." Na Chen turned around and smiled.

"Then why did you slam my door? Do you care if it breaks?" An He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Although he was too lazy to worry about many things, since he agreed to "try", the things that should be figured out have to be solved. Figure it out, or the same situation will happen next time.

"My hands are slippery," Na Chen lowered his head to cut the meat, "Bring me some soy sauce."

An He stared at the pile of bottles for a long time, then took the soy sauce and handed it to him: "There are some things that we both need to say, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to hold back."

"Well," Na Chen poured some soy sauce into the bowl, glanced at him, with a smile on his lips, "Can you do it, just tell me if you have anything."

An He didn't expect Na Chen to say that, so he paused for a while and didn't speak.

"You can't do it," Na Chen put the meat in a bowl and mixed it, "I knew it when you asked me to draw the curtains in the morning, but I don't care."

An He still didn't speak. He leaned against the wall and looked at Na Chen. He suddenly felt that it was a bit funny to know Na Chen's heart. Facing the sensitive Na Chen, he might be cut open first. up.

That Chen made two dishes and one soup, a simple home-cooked stir-fry, and An He ate very well.

The kitchen that has been idle for a long time will only show a warmth when Na Chen stands in it. Various seasoning bottles on the chopping board, pots that have not been washed in time, the humming range hood, and the floating vegetables in the air The faint aroma of vegetables in the middle, these are what he once longed for.

"Delicious." An He quickly finished two bowls of rice, and then ate another bowl mixed with vegetable soup.

"You think..." Na Chen sat opposite him and glanced at him, "Do you eat every day?"

An He held the bowl and hesitated for a while: "Aren't you going to class?"

"I don't have much class in the afternoon," Na Chen lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, then said quickly, "Forget it, it will be troublesome to come here."

"Come over and make it for me on weekends." An He cleaned up all the rice in the bowl and put down his chopsticks. "I usually just eat something casually. How about you come over and make up for me on weekends?"

"Okay," Na Chen nodded, "Have you finished eating?"

"Ah."

"Are you full?"

"It's all over."

"Then go wash the dishes, wash carefully, and don't play with the dishcloth." Na Chen said very seriously.

An He smiled, packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen.

There were two plates, two bowls and a soup bowl, and it took Anhe almost 10 minutes to wash them.

When he walked out of the kitchen, he felt his back was stiff.

"Didn't you teach politics?" Na Chen was sitting in front of his computer watching his half-finished PPT, and when he saw him come out, he stood up, "Why is there still such content? The college entrance examination, what am I afraid of..."

"Well, the principal gave me extra work. The school set up a psychological counseling room and asked me to take charge." An He sat down on the chair, "There must be a psychological counseling class every week, and next week I will enlighten the seniors. one time."

An He lay down on the table: "Toss me to death."

"Very good," Na Chen stepped onto his lap and sat down, pinching his chin, "I really like to hear you tell me these things, be sure."

"Really," An He leaned back in the chair, reached out and touched Na Chen's waist, "I dare not, I don't know which sentence will poke you in the gut."

Na Chen smiled, lowered his head and kissed his lips: "You will know if you poke more."

"Ask someone who shouldn't be poked," An He wrapped his arms around his waist, "Why are you called birdmen?"

"It's random, for a while Li Fan and I used to say you're a birdman," Nachen said with a smile, "so we changed the name of the band."

"Change? Then what's the original name?" An He liked the feeling of chatting with Na Chen in such a random way.

"S."

"S? What S?"

Na Chen narrowed his eyes, leaned into his ear and whispered, "SM's S."

An He smiled, remembering Nachen's collar, and couldn't help it for a while: "Do you... like... this?"

"What?" Na Chen whispered in his ear, "SM?"

"Well, there is still a collar in the bedside table." An He was hooked by his voice close to his ear, and turned his face to kiss him on the neck.

"Well, I have more than just a collar," Na Chen sat up straight and looked at him, "if you are interested, I also have whips, handcuffs, mouth balls, and bondage belts..."

"Stop!" An He yelled, "Are you really playing these games?"

"Play." Na Chen snapped his fingers, smiling very seductively.

An He suddenly didn't know what to say, and asked after a while: "With whom?"

"Catch who and who, there are quite a lot of people who want to sleep with me, as long as I want, I can call someone at any time." Na Chen raised his eyebrows.

"Really." An He smiled and said nothing.

Na Chen watched him start to laugh, laughed happily, put his arms around him and kissed him on the face several times: "Li Fan wanted to earn some extra money for a while."

"Huh?" An He looked at him, somehow the topic suddenly jumped to Li Fan.

"He just opened an online store to sell SM tools," Na Chen said with a smile, "but the purchase price was more expensive than the wholesale price, so it became yellow."

Angel was happy: "This man really has a brain."

"He has to get back the book, so we're selling it in the band, and we each bought a set to help him share." Na Chen said with a smile, "I have a bunch of them, let's try next time."

"Didn't someone line up and jump on your bed as soon as you waved your hand?" An He glanced at him.

"It has to be able to jump up, my bed is not something anyone can get on," Nachen's fingers hooked the buttons of An He's shirt, unbuttoned two, and groped in, "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" An He felt a little swayed by his hand that slipped into his clothes.

"I want to do it," Na Chen lowered his head and bit his earlobe, "What should I do?"