Dude, your wig fell off

An He has never been to the branch campus on the North Third Ring Road. After walking around the North Third Ring Road several times, he found the branch campus at the end of a fork in the road. The area is not small, but the door is not conspicuous. He looked over at the intersection several times Didn't notice the door.

He parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and walked slowly to the edge of the flower bed outside the school gate and sat down.

The appointment was four o'clock, and it was still 10 minutes away.

Today is Saturday and there are very few students in the school.

Occasionally, one or two would come out and stare at him curiously, probably because of the particularity of the major, it would be strange to see people sitting at the gate of this campus that only majored in funerals.

An He hesitated whether to go back to the car and wait or continue to sit here, feeling cold.But in the end he still didn't move, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, it was already four o'clock.

After sitting for another 10 minutes, when the cigarette was finished, An He pressed the cigarette butt on the ground and flicked it into the trash can about two meters away from him. Wasn't he being played by someone?

Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call, a person walked out from the school gate.

An He glanced at him. This man was wearing gray sweatpants and a black down jacket. He had long legs and a ski cap on his head. The hat was pulled down very low, because there was still a distance away, and An He couldn't see clearly. , It can only be judged that the skin is quite fair.

The man walked out of the school gate and stood down, glanced at him, and walked over slowly.

An He estimated that it was him, and stood up.

The man walked a little lazily, An He patiently stood there with his hands in his pockets and waited for him.

After approaching, An He saw his appearance clearly. He was about the same size as himself. Although there was no makeup, his eyes and straight nose bridge remained unchanged.

"I thought you didn't dare to come." He walked up to An He, raised the corners of his mouth, a smile flashed by, and his expression returned to normal.

"Why don't you dare to come to school." An He smiled. There is a big difference between whether this person wears makeup or not, and there is a clear line between beautiful and handsome.

"Ominous."

"I don't believe this," Angela tugged at his collar, remembering that he hadn't asked his name, so he asked, "What's your surname?"

The man looked up at him: "That."

"Then?" An He was taken aback, "Where?"

"...Then," he frowned, "Na Chen, your surname is Na, are you illiterate?"

An He smiled, he really didn't react, but this and that Chen didn't seem to have a good temper, An He felt a little upset.

"What's your surname?" He pointed back at his car parked on the side of the road, "I have the same surname as my car, Na Zhijie, isn't your nickname also Daqi?"

Na Chen smiled, this time the smile didn't flash away, but from the corner of his mouth, and spread all the way to his face, An He even saw a dimple on his right cheek.

But before An He sighed in his heart how beautiful the smile was, the smile on Nachen's face suddenly disappeared, his eyes turned cold, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked into the school gate.

An He stood still, this person had a weird temper, but out of the principle of "come and don't go indecently", he said to Na Chen's back: "My name is An He."

He didn't wait for Na Chen's response any longer, turned around and walked a few steps back to his car, opened the door and got in the car.

He turned on the ignition and was about to drive away, but when he looked up, he found that Na Chen was standing in front of his car at some point.

An He was startled, put down the car window and poked his head out: "What's the matter?"

"I invite you to eat." Na Chen said, came over and opened the passenger door and sat up, leaning his head against the back of the chair and looking ahead.

"Okay," An He didn't say much, and didn't refuse, he turned the car around and drove towards the intersection, "Where are you going?"

"Yayuan." Nachen said.

An He turned his head and glanced at him, Yayuan is a very high-end private restaurant, open three days a week, only six tables are opened a day, it takes more than half a year to make a reservation for a meal, An He has never been there.

Lin Ruoxue had a meal with someone, she said it was small bridges, flowing water, pavilions, pavilions, listening to operas, listening to ditties, and eating unintelligible dishes.

"When I'm poor and poor, I'll take small steps when I go out after a meal..." Lin Ruoxue concluded.

"Let's change the place, besides, don't you have to make an appointment there." An He stopped the car at the intersection and waited for that day to change the location.

Although he knew that Chen was driving a Bombardier worth more than 30 yuan, and a person who could buy a motorcycle at this price would not be a big deal, but he was only a student after all.

Na Chen didn't speak, just looked out of the window silently, as if he was thinking about where to go, after a while he turned his head and looked at An He: "Why are you stopping here?"

An He was baffled by his question, and almost wanted to answer that he didn't know: "Isn't it waiting for you to tell me where to go?"

"Yayuan," Nachen said, "turn right and drive along the third ring road."

An He wanted to ask if you were deaf, but just as he was about to speak, Na Chen said again: "I don't need an appointment to go there."

It seems that he is not deaf, An He didn't speak any more, he left the intersection and turned right towards Graceland, just go and take a small step, please come back when you have a chance.

Yayuan is a quite big courtyard house, the gate is closed, Nachen went to push the door open, An He followed and walked in, just as he walked in, he heard a voice from the side: "Gong Xi Fa Cai, everything goes well, Gong Xi Fa Cai, All the best."

An He glanced around, there were two gray-green macaws standing on a black wooden shelf at the door, and they were tilting their heads and barking at them, when An He turned his head to look at them, one of them was moving sideways on the shelf He took a step forward: "Please come to the distinguished guests."

A little girl came up from the side and smiled at Na Chen: "Master Chen, good afternoon."

"Is Uncle Luo there?" Na Chen asked.

"Yes," the little girl replied, and then asked An He with a smile, "Good afternoon, sir, what's your name?"

"Your surname is An." An He also smiled, young master?Not hypocritical enough.

The little girl was quite polite, she kept bending her waist slightly, and made a gesture of invitation: "Please follow me."

Graceland is decorated very emotionally. The yard is full of small and exquisite rocks and green plants. The road leading to the courtyard is cleverly hidden. If you turn a corner, you may not be able to see the people in front. There is a kind of winding path. Tongyou feeling.

An He stepped on the path of bluestone slabs and walked in. He felt that the width of the stone slabs was not designed properly. One step and a half felt like walking with his waist twisted, and one step at a time was a bit like jumping forward. It was so cheerful.

However, after walking a few steps, he saw characters engraved on a stone slab. It was hard to bend over to see what the words were, but it was probably an old blue stone slab, so he was reluctant to cut it at a more reasonable pace.

After turning into the inner courtyard, An He heard faint music, and after listening carefully, he found that someone was singing an opera, and the voice was very melodious.

Going around a rockery, he saw an exquisite small stage in the inner courtyard. The people on the stage were dressed up and singing. An He had no idea about Peking Opera, but it was wonderful to watch and listen to.

The little girl brought the two of them to a house. There were several rooms in the courtyard that An He couldn't see clearly. There were flowers and stones between each room to cover them. After entering the house, I couldn't feel it at all. There are other guests.

Apart from the elegant tables and chairs, there are quite a lot of things in the room. There is also a bookcase against the wall, which is full of thread-bound books. An He didn't go to look at it, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

"I'll call Mr. Luo over." The little girl retreated outside the door after making tea for them.

"No need, he's busy right now," Na Chen sat down by the window, looking at the stage outside, "just have a meal, no need to greet."

"Okay." The little girl closed the door and went out.

An He sat on the chair facing the window. The room was very warm, but he didn't see where the radiator was.

That Chen didn't seem to have the intention to speak, and An He didn't open his mouth either. He felt that this person had an indescribable feeling. It was inaccurate to be cold or careless, and An He couldn't find an adjective.

But it's interesting.

"What is it singing?" An He took a sip of tea from the cup and asked casually.

"Lock bag." Na Chen leaned back on the chair, leaned his arms on the armrest, and glanced at An He with his fingers on his forehead.

An He was a little surprised: "Are you listening to an opera?"

"Yeah." Na Chen didn't move, and kept looking at him with his head tilted.

"Thought you should listen to rock and roll." An He smiled, he didn't feel uncomfortable being stared at like this, he was used to being stared at in class.

"Listen too."

After the conversation, there was a long silence, and An He didn't find any more topics, and leaned on the chair to listen to the play.

He hadn't listened to opera much, and he wasn't interested in it, but he enjoyed listening to it in such an environment.

There has been no music at home since he was a child, let alone theater. What he has heard most since he was a child is the sound of mahjong shuffling. It rang from morning to night in the smoky living room. In the first month, he even suffered from insomnia because he couldn't hear the sound of mahjong.

My mother is not interested in music, so when he started learning the piano, my mother was quite dissatisfied, saying that it was a waste of money, and if you have that spare money, you might as well play a few more cards for your mother.

"Why do you want my phone?" Na Chen suddenly asked.

An He smiled, hesitated for a while before saying: "You were performing at Boiling Point that day, I thought the drummer was a girl."

"Really." Na Chen narrowed his eyes.

The disdain in Chen's eyes was only for a moment, An He still saw it, but he was not surprised by this reaction, his ex-boyfriend once pointed at his nose and scolded him, An He, the thing I look down on most is BI.

"Well," An He slowly turned the teacup, "You look very handsome playing drums."

Na Chen didn't make a sound, closed his eyes, after a while, he leaned back suddenly, and began to sing slowly following the tune outside: "The storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion..."

An He was pouring tea, when he heard his voice, his hands trembled, and he quickly put down the pot.

Na Chen continued to sing with her eyes closed: "Where is the sound of grief breaking the loneliness..."

An He didn't interrupt him, he wanted to laugh a little at first, he subconsciously classified Na Chen among the alternative rock youths, and it didn't feel right to hear him sing suddenly.

But after Na Chen sang the two sentences, he sat back on the chair and listened quietly.

Na Chen didn't deliberately pinch his throat, but sang straightforwardly with his slightly hoarse original voice, but every word and every sentence was full of charm, and the rhymed words were also verbatim.

After a few words, An He stared at his backlit side face in a daze, and he didn't notice when Chen stopped.

"Does it sound good?" Na Chen turned around and asked.

"Have you ever learned it?" Although An He doesn't listen to opera, he has an idea. It's not difficult to sing, but it's not easy to sing that flavor. At that time, Chen's level must be at least among the top fans.

Nachen smiled: "My mother loves to sing."

This was the first time An He saw Na Chen's smile without any other emotions, it was quite sunny.

That Chen didn't order food, and no one came to let them order. An He ate a few mouthfuls of tea on the table, which was quite delicious. In fact, he really wanted to ask Na Chen if you forgot to order?

Although he has never been on time when eating, but after all, he is still looking forward to eating private dishes that can make people "take a small step".

When he ate the third shortbread, the door was knocked politely, and then a row of pretty little girls came in, carrying trays and walking around the table one by one, waiting for them to be polite again. After exiting, there were four more dishes and a can of soup on the table. The dishes, chopsticks, saucers and cups were all set up.

An He didn't have any special interest in food, but the dishes on this table were delicious, delicious, and he felt hungry immediately after the waiter withdrew.

Anhe can basically recognize the dishes on the table, a plate of braised pork with an attractive color, a fish fried into a light golden aroma, a plate of beautiful green celery, and a plate of unknown what it is Stir-fried sliced ​​meat, wild mushroom soup in the soup pot.

The amount of food is not large, just enough for two people to eat.

The waiter left without saying the name of the dish or serving the soup. An He could only ask Na Chen, "What's the name of this dish?"

"No name," Na Chen served him soup, "meat dishes are called Yayuan [-] or something, vegetarian dishes are called Yayuan [-], there are only a few a day, no order, whatever you eat counts. "

"Oh," An He clicked his tongue in his heart, and took the soup bowl that Chen handed over, "Thank you."

Chen talked very little at that time, and there was no sound at all when eating, An He didn't feel uncomfortable, and just buried his head in eating.

Although everyone talked lively when eating with Lin Ruoxue and the others, most of the time he ate alone, and he didn't feel anything if he didn't talk.

Besides, he had nothing to say to Na Chen.

The food is delicious, and in this environment, even if it is kept silent, it is not bad.

When the two macaws walked out of Graceland amidst the cries of "Good morning, honored guest", although An He didn't take small steps like Lin Ruoxue said, it was still full of aftertaste.

"Thank you today. It's been a long time since I ate such delicious food." After An He started the car, he looked at Na Chen who was sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, "Let's take you back to school."

To say that Na Chen is really good-looking, it's not that he's not interested, but this person's personality really doesn't suit him, and he doesn't even have the idea of ​​suggesting where to sit again.

"Well," Na Chen opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him, "you don't have to be so polite, I can't beat you for nothing... Actually, I just want to find someone to eat with me."

An He smiled, somehow felt that Na Chen's words were a bit helpless, but judging by his expression, it didn't seem to be the case.

He didn't think about it any more, it was enough to think about what the students were thinking every day.

After the car turned into the small road of Na Chen's school, it was completely dark. An He found that there were no street lights on this road, and a road that was only sprinkled with moonlight led to the school gate, which looked a little creepy.

"The street lamp is broken," Na Chen probably saw his doubts, and said aside, "If you change the lamp, it will be broken by someone, so no one is repairing it now."

"Break it?" An He was stunned, "Create an atmosphere."

"Who knows," Na Chen knocked on the car window, "Why don't you stop here, and I'll walk over."

"It's not less than 200 meters." An He turned on the headlights and drove the car to the school gate without stopping.

"Thank you." Nachen opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"You're welcome." An He was suddenly a little embarrassed, he found that Na Chen didn't turn around after getting out of the car, but looked at him by the car door.

After looking at Na Chen for a while, he simply turned off the car: "What's wrong?"

"Does it hurt?" Nachen asked him.

"What?" An He didn't understand the meaning of his words at once, and it took two seconds to react, "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt if you don't move."

Nachen thought about it, got into the car again, took An He's hand, took out a pen from somewhere, and wrote a series of numbers on the back of his hand.

Nachen's hand was very warm, probably because of the beating of the drum, and the palm was a little rough, but this grip made An He's heart tremble slightly, an indescribably comforting touch.

"What is this?" An He looked at the numbers on his hand.

"I'm number Q, if you think you're going to the hospital, you can find me." Na Chen said.

"I have your phone number." An He reminded him.

"I don't necessarily answer the phone," Na Chen jumped out of the car again, and added when he closed the door, "I hate answering the phone."

It was almost ten o'clock when An He returned to the community, and he went to the supermarket on the way to buy instant noodles, instant noodles, and instant rice for the next week.

He always felt pain in his ribs and back because of the two big bags in his hands. He never knew that carrying something in his hands required a lot of effort from his chest and back.

After entering the door, he took off all the clothes on his body in the bathroom, and saw that the bruising in the morning had become darker, a little dark red, and it seemed that the area had also become larger.

He copied that Chen's Q number on the calendar in the living room, and then found that the string of numbers was written with an oil-based pen, and the hand sanitizer still clearly stayed on his hand after rubbing it for a long time, as if it had typed a barcode.

Finally, I turned on the computer and checked it online before rubbing it off with olive oil.

That Q number, An He, has never been added. His interest in Na Chen has been defeated by Na Chen's personality that is somewhat incompatible with him. Besides, when Na Chen left the Q number, he said that if he wanted to go to the hospital, he would find him. Just as if there was nothing to add, he didn't bother to add it.

Even if he was seriously injured and died, no, if the injury got worse and he needed to go to the hospital, he didn't plan to look for Na Chen.

Fortunately, after sleeping at home for a day and a night, the pain did not hurt so much, and then he recovered slowly every day with visible changes. After more than half a month, there was basically no problem.

There are many things at the end of the year, such as exams, home visits, summarization, An He is very busy every day, but this kind of busyness cannot drive away the emptiness and loneliness in his heart. I saw a bunch of loneliness.

New Year's Day slipped by so smoothly, that day Lin Ruoxue organized a party for all the orphans, widows, old and young men as usual, An He followed for a whole night, and when he came back, he still felt empty and hopeless, and masturbation was completely useless , sore hands and back pain from masturbation is nothing more than sore hands and back pain.

For several days after that, he couldn't get over this energy.

After watching "Silent Hill" countless times, An He stood up and looked at his phone. It was not until twelve o'clock, and he was sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep.

He took the new calendar and opened it to look at it, intending to replace it.

He usually uses a computer to check the date, and he does not use his mobile phone when the computer is not turned on. The wall calendar on the wall is not read unless he thinks about it once a few months, but the wall calendar must be hung. He will have a kind of masochistic pleasure.

Although the days have not changed much, they are still going on day by day. No matter whether your life is meaningful or not, whether it is worth it or not, whether you have regrets or no regrets, whether it is too late or not, there will always be a day when you are done with hiccups.

When he took the old calendar off the wall, he saw the string of numbers he had written on it, the Q number of that day.

It's been almost a month, and he never contacted Na Chen, and Na Chen never looked for him again.

Now when he suddenly saw this string of numbers, An He felt like it had been a long time, hesitated for a moment, and tore off the piece with the number written on it.

He thought about how he would have to pay back when someone invited him to a meal at Grace Garden that day.

After changing the calendar, he sat down in front of the computer and clicked on Q.

scared to death↙

An He looked at this nickname, but didn't say anything for a long time, and searched twice to make sure that it wasn't the account of one of his second-rate students who added it wrongly.