Dude, your wig fell off

That Chen didn't make a sound, and the uneasiness in his heart suddenly expanded.

Lei Bo had a bad temper, and few of his subordinates had never been beaten by him. When the fire came, people like Ge Jian, who had been with him for many years and whom he regarded as half his confidant, raised his hand and slapped him in the same way.

It's just different this time, the light flashing in Lei Bo's eyes was something Nachen had never seen before, apart from the suppressed anger, it was more of a ruthlessness that chilled his heart.

"Why did you hang out with me in the first place?" Lei Bo looked at him with a faint chill beneath his calm expression.

"You saved me," Na Chen stood upright, looking into Lei Bo's eyes, "If you hadn't come..."

"You've lost your arm, haven't you?" Rebo said.

"Yes." Na Chen replied, if Lei Bo hadn't come that day, the ax would have fallen into his hands.

"Really," Lei Bo smiled, turned around and took two steps slowly, "Really."

"Really!" He turned around abruptly, raised his legs and kicked hard on Na Chen's stomach.

Nachen didn't expect that even Lei Bo, who was so angry that he smashed everything in the office and didn't move a finger of him, would suddenly do it.

He didn't have time to dodge, Lei Bo kicked him firmly in the stomach, his breathing stopped with the sudden pain, and his body slammed back against the wall.

"Just because of this, right!" Lei Bo then kicked in the same position again.

Na Chen's eyes were a little dark, and he knelt on the ground, panting heavily with his hands on the ground.

This is the essentials that Lei Bo taught him. When fighting, if possible, every shot must be in the same position. The superimposed pain can make people lose the ability to fight back within a few seconds.

"Are you going to repay your favor? Little Chenchen," Lei Bo walked up to him and knelt down, grabbing his collar, "Have you read too many novels?"

"Otherwise." Na Chen frowned, stretched out his hand to press his stomach, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"That Chen," Lei Bo grabbed his collar and pressed it against the wall, "You knew what I wanted from the first day, and you knew when I asked Ge Jian to find you. How have I treated you all these years? Yours, you know in your heart, why I treat you like this, you also know. "

"I think you are my brother," Na Chen bit his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, and the pain in his stomach hadn't passed yet, "You know this too."

"Brother?" Lei Bo sneered, "Is it just brother? Don't you think of me as your father? What your father can't give you, I'll give it to you, right?"

Na Chen glanced at him, and Lei Bo's words stabbed his wound.

Lei Bo smiled, and said each word very slowly: "Because your father doesn't like you, you are a waste to him, no, you are not even a waste, you are just a piece of air, he doesn't care at all. He can't see you, whether you are good or bad, whether you are outrageous or outrageous, he doesn't feel..."

"Shut up!" Na Chen roared, pulling away Lei Bo's hand holding his collar, and bumped his elbow hard on Lei Bo's throat, "Shut up!"

Lei Bo was hit by him, took two steps back and nearly fell, and stood up holding his neck.

"Shut up!" Na Chen stood against the wall and pointed at him, "It's not your turn to tell me this!"

"It's not my turn to say it? I've never been willing to say it!" Lei Bo picked up a chair and swung it over. "Then who the hell can say it? Someone who is in love with you?"

The chair wiped Na Chen's face and hit the wall next to his head, bounced back and landed on the floor, causing a small hole in the wooden floor.

That Chen's face was a little itchy, he raised his hand to touch it, blood.

There was a knock on the door, and Ge Jian's voice came in from outside the door: "Brother Lei."

"Get out!" Lei Bo roared towards the door.

Ge Jian was silent for two seconds, and opened the door with the key: "Brother Lei, it's too loud..."

"I tell you to go, can't you hear me?" Lei Bo pointed at him.

"He's got a childish temper, why are you angry with him?" Ge Jian laughed along, went over and pulled Na Chen out of the door, "Hurry up, don't be an eyesore here."

Lei Bo's voice suddenly turned cold: "Ge Jian, are you tired of working?"

Ge Jian stopped, with a stiff smile on his face: "...Brother Lei, you still don't know him after all these years."

"Get out, don't let me say it a third time," Lei Bo sat down on the sofa, took out a big knife from the bottom of the coffee table, and put it on the coffee table, "Or don't leave."

Ge Jian wanted to say something else, but Nachen pushed him out of the door and locked the door behind him.

Facing the door in a daze for a while, Na Chen turned and walked back to Lei Bo.

"Brother Lei," he squatted down slowly, knelt on the ground with one leg, rolled up his sleeves, "one arm?"

Lei Bo glanced at him, but didn't speak.

He put his arm on the tea table, took the knife next to him, and raised it sharply: "I'll give it back to you."

When the knife fell fiercely, Leibo jumped up and kicked him on the wrist.

Na Chen's hand trembled, but he failed to cut on his own hand, and after sliding away, a deep cut was made on his arm.

Lei Bo snatched the knife from his hand and threw it aside.

When the knife fell to the ground, there was a loud bang, which was sudden and startling.

It took a long time before the blood gushed out slowly, staining the somewhat pale knife edge red.

Lei Bo lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, until the blood dripped from Na Chen's arm onto the tea table, before he said: "It's pretty cruel, really?"

Na Chen didn't speak, half knelt by the coffee table and didn't move.

"You only owe me an arm?" Lei Bo smiled, "If I hadn't gone back then, don't talk about this arm, it's hard to say whether your life is yours or not. Who did you offend? You know."

"Do you want my life?" Na Chen narrowed his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was obvious.

"No, I'm still reluctant," Lei Bo got up and went upstairs, and after a while came down with a medicine box, and threw the medicine box in front of Na Chen, "Pack it yourself."

Chen didn't move at that time, blood continued to ooze from the wound, with a slight warmth, which gave him a strange pleasure.

"At that time," Lei Bo was leaning on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, the lighter was on and the flame was dancing, "sometimes I thought, if you weren't you, everything would be solved."

"I'm not me?" Na Chen smiled, "I didn't even know who I was."

"You are different from others. You are not short of money, and you don't want to hang out with anyone," Lei Bo looked at the flames, "What do I have? I will give you money, and I will cover you if you get into trouble. I'm in bed, but what about you?"

Chen didn't speak at that time, Lei Bo had quite a few bed partners, and they changed every day, and Ge Jian would find someone for him if he had nothing to do.

Lei Bo flicked the lighter lightly, the lid of the lighter was closed, and the flame was gone. He stood up and grabbed Na Chen's arm and threw him onto the sofa, with his knees on Na Chen's stomach.

Na Chen frowned.

"I can also be tough," Lei Bo bent down and stared at him. "No matter how stubborn you are, no matter how arrogant you are, you are just a child. If I really hurt you, you can only grit your teeth and endure it."

"But I can't bear it, I just want to treat you better, I will give you what you want, don't you always feel that no one wants to see you, don't you always feel that you don't feel when anyone is gone, "The strength on Lei Bo's knees increased little by little, and Nachen's breathing became a little difficult. He reached out and plucked the hair on Nachen's forehead, "There is me, I want to see you, I want you, why don't you care? gone?"

"You're more naive than me." Nachen laughed suddenly, gasping for breath and couldn't stop laughing.

"That Chen, you can play, it doesn't matter if you sleep with someone, I don't care," Lei Bo grabbed his arm and twisted it, "But don't tell me that you are serious, talk about falling in love, don't even think about it .”

The pain of the wound being rubbed open and tightened caused Na Chen to close his eyes.

"You'd better, hurry up and break off with your 18th middle school teacher. I can't bear to do anything to you now, but he..."

"Lei Bo, I'll fuck your ancestor." Na Chen opened his eyes, looked at him and said coldly.

"It's the first time I've heard you swear," Lei Bo smiled, "If you don't believe me, try it."

That Chen was late.

An He sat in the boiling point and chatted with Lin Ruoxue's group. He originally asked Na Chen to find him and come together, but Na Chen said he would come by himself, but the appointment was at ten o'clock, eleven o'clock , that day did not arrive.

The third time he took out his phone to check the time, Lin Ruoxue leaned over and said with a smile, "You're restless, An Zi."

It was very noisy around, the music was so loud that the cup trembled a little while holding it in his hand, An He leaned into Lin Ruoxue's ear and shouted: "I'll go out and make a phone call."

Lin Ruoxue smiled and gestured OK with her hands.

An He took the mobile phone out of the boiling point gate and dialed Na Chen's number.

He sent two text messages to Na Chen before but didn't respond, and now he called, but Na Chen didn't answer.

After the call was cut off, An He frowned, feeling a little annoyed.

This week's work has increased, and the previous class has not been adjusted. He has been very busy for several days. He even went to school in the morning on Saturday today, and talked to a student whose parents divorced and wanted to commit suicide. When I came out, I felt tightness in my chest.

He just wants to relax at night, although he is not as exaggerated and straightforward as Na Chen, but he still wants to stay with Na Chen for a while, talk and drink.

But now Nachen didn't know which tendon was wrong, which made him feel a little depressed because of the pressure, and even crawled with a limp.

After hearing the dial tone three times at the door, An He put the phone back in his pocket, turned around and walked inside.

Pull the ball down!

As soon as his feet stepped up the steps at the entrance of Boiling Point, there was a roar behind him.

The voice An He was very familiar with. He turned his head and saw that Chen's Bombardier parked on the side of the street behind him.

This scene brought him back to the moment when he saw Na Chen and his car for the first time, he stopped just like that day, and watched Na Chen park the car in the parking space and walk towards him, but today Not at Night Song.

"Why don't you..." Before An He finished speaking, Na Chen stretched his arms around his shoulders and led him up the steps.

"Answer the phone?" An He said the second half of the sentence before climbing up the steps.

Na Chen didn't say a word, he hugged him into the boiling point, didn't ask him where the table was, just half pushed and half pulled him to the toilet, An He was baffled by him, surrounded by crowded people, he I didn't even have the time to ask.

It wasn't until Chen pulled him into the toilet and hugged him into his arms that An He suddenly came back to his senses: "What are you doing?"

"Don't talk." Na Chen hugged him, buried his face on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice.

"Let me just say something," An He whispered, turning his head to look around the toilet, "Student, this is boiling point, not Ye Ge!"

"What's wrong with the boiling point?" Na Chen raised his head and looked at him, his arms still wrapped around him.

Just as An He was about to speak, someone came in with his head bowed, pulling his trousers while walking. When he looked up and saw the two of them, he was stunned. After a while, he turned around and walked out of the toilet quickly.

"Did you see it? That's it," An He pushed him, "You come in here to see the two men cuddling together and still nod and continue to pee... What's wrong with your face?"

Na Chen let go of him, went to the sink and looked in the mirror, took a piece of Band-Aid from his pocket and stuck it on his face: "I forgot to put it on."

"I didn't ask you this, I asked where did you get the injury?" An He approached him, staring at his face.

"I fell during the morning exercise." Na Chen smiled, quickly kissed him on the mouth, turned around and walked towards the toilet door.

"Fart," An He grabbed him, "Did you practice Tai Chi with the bear in the zoo, right? You fell during the early exercise last time, and fell again this time. Blind Xiong hit hard enough." !"

"Is it okay if you don't ask?" Na Chen said, and quickly walked out of the toilet, "Where are you sitting?"

"Fighted?" An He led him to their table and asked again.

"No." Nachen replied.

An He wanted to say something, but Lin Ruoxue at the table had already seen them, and waved: "Here!"

An He smiled and walked over: "Sorry, my friend, that Chen."

"It's not the first time we've met." Lin Ruoxue nodded with a smile, and then said to Liu Jiang and the others, "Do you still remember, Birdman's drummer?"

"I've heard about it for a long time, I just heard what An He said." Liang Zhibin poured a glass of wine, "Come on, I'll take a taxi back tonight."

Na Chen took the glass and drank the wine, listened to An He introduce a few friends to him, sat next to An He and stopped talking.

An He's friends looked quite serious, but they were no more refined than the Birdmen and his gang when they played. They had a lot of drinking and drinking, and they had a great time playing various games.

There was a smile on the corner of Chen Chen's mouth, watching them quarrel, An He's face was a little tired, probably tired, but it was quite worthwhile to make a quarrel.

"Have you eaten yet?" An He played two rounds of dice and took a sip of wine and leaned next to Na Chen. Liu Jiang didn't bring Lu Ye over today, so he didn't have to worry about his actions with Na Chen. Shortbread, I think his shortbread is very delicious."

"I'll make it for you when I have time," Na Chen grabbed his hand and put it on his lap and gently squeezed it, "I make it delicious."

"Didn't you say that making shortbread is troublesome?" An He smiled.

"No trouble, it's just that I didn't have enough time last time, so I'll do it for you tomorrow." Na Chen turned his head to look at him.

An He could feel that Chen Yi was not in a high mood that night. Although he usually didn't talk much to others, it wasn't so hard to say nothing.

It's just that Na Chen didn't seem to want to talk about it, and he didn't intend to ask more on such an occasion, so he patted Na Chen's arm: "Okay, I'll wait to eat."

Na Chen twitched his arm very lightly, and soon relaxed again, but An He suddenly felt something was wrong, and when he was about to touch his arm again, Na Chen raised his hand and put his arm around his shoulder.

An He quickly sat up straight, pressed Na Chen's hand back, and quickly opened his cuff with his fingers.

Na Chen suddenly withdrew his hand, but An He still saw a corner of the white bandage in the flickering light.

"What's the matter with you?" He couldn't help but whispered.

Na Chen didn't speak, just pulled his sleeves and took a sip of wine from the glass.

"That Chen," An He sighed, "Could you not be like this? Tell me what happened, it's all hurt like this."

"I fell off my bike yesterday," Na Chen touched his arm, "I used to fall often, it's nothing, don't worry..."

"I told you to stop racing!" An He was a little irritable, a little distressed, and more anxious, "Can you stop being so crazy?"

"I haven't played like this for a long time." Na Chen bit his lip.

"It's been a long time since I played, so I want to have a good time?" An He roared.

Lin Ruoxue, who was sitting on the side, turned her head to look at the two of them, and raised the wine glass in her hand: "Then Chen, come and have a fight with my sister."

That Chen poured wine for himself, clinked glasses with Lin Ruoxue, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lin Ruoxue also drank the wine in one gulp: "Have fun! Let's play freely tonight, drink whatever you feel unhappy about, and vomit what you can't drink!"

Na Chen smiled, An He didn't speak anymore, he knew that Lin Ruoxue said this for him.

He took a grape from the fruit plate and stuffed it into Na Chen's mouth. He was a little emotionally unstable, otherwise he would not have saved Na Chen's face in front of his friends. Fortunately, Liu Jiang and the others were shouting loudly , didn't pay attention to the movement here.

"Don't worry." Na Chen bit the grape, leaned against him, and whispered.

"Can you not be worried?" An He glanced at him, "Who knows what you did when you came up crazy."

Na Chen leaned over and rubbed the grape in his mouth against his face, and ate it into his mouth.

"Is it delicious, is it salty enough?" An He smiled, every time Na Chen treated him like this, he had no temper.

"Well, almost," Na Chen smiled and licked his face quickly, "The person with the seasoning bag is big enough to taste."

"Get out." An He wiped his face, leaned on the sofa and watched the changing light on Na Chen's face.

Every color is beautiful and dazzling.

But which one is the original color of that day?