Dude, your wig fell off

"I'll... go now," Na Chen was silent for a long time, let go of his hand, and suddenly stood up, "I have something to do."

"That Chen." An He looked up at him, as if he wanted to say something.

Na Chen didn't look at him, turned around and walked towards the door of the coffee shop: "Go home and rest."

An He didn't speak anymore, watching Na Chen's figure disappear at the door, the touch left by Na Chen still remained on his hand, trembling in the cold, he picked up the cup and took a sip, the coffee was already cold.

The moment that Chen let go of his hand, An He felt his heart suddenly loosen, like a rubber band that was forcibly stretched, and the supporting thing was removed.

But when it was tensed for a long time, when it was loosened suddenly, it could not return to its original shape, leaving a large blank space, and the feeling of emptiness quickly filled the body.

Na Chen did not say what happened in the end. An He was not surprised by this result. Na Chen may not have too many secrets to him in his heart. But it is an injury that cannot be easily shown.

An He lit a cigarette, heated up the coffee in the pot and drank it slowly.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Worry, anxiety, irritability, confusion...

The air mixed with tobacco and coffee surrounded him, and the suppressed exhaustion and weariness gradually surfaced. He lowered his head and lay down on the table, closing his eyes.

That Chen drove the car back to the old garage, his big head was still awake, and barked at him in the kennel.

He stopped the car, took a piece of snow cake from his pocket, broke it into pieces and put it in the bowl: "Stop screaming, I forgot to buy food for you when I came back today, there is only snow cake, and eating one piece won't serve you." Fire."

The big head licked his hand, stretched out his head and ate the snow cake in the bowl, then curled up again and continued to sleep.

Na Chen stood by the kennel and stared at his big head in a daze for a long time, the cold wind blowing through did not know what kind of fine scum was blown into his eyes, so he rubbed his eyes and walked away.

That Chen hadn't returned to the parking lot for several days, the fire in the iron barrel had long since died out, and in this snow-melting weather, the room was frighteningly cold.

He changed his clothes, took out his mobile phone and called Ge Jian: "Are you with Brother Lei?"

"...Well." There was music on Ge Jian's end, and someone could hear someone singing onions in a high-pitched voice.

If you are willing to peel my heart layer by layer...

"Singing?" Na Chen asked, pulled out an iron rod from under the bed and carried it out the door.

"Don't come here," Ge Jian didn't answer him, but lowered his voice anxiously, "That Chen, don't come here..."

That Chen didn't wait for him to finish, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

I'm tired.

very tired.

An He's words lingered in his ears all the time, overwhelming all the voices in the night.

The car was driving fast, Nachen stared ahead, it was late at night, the nightclub was full of noise, but the street outside was very deserted.

The wind blowing on his body lost the chill that usually made him refreshing, and the feeling of chilling through his body was dissipated by the anger in his heart.

After rushing into the parking lot, his car slowed down and slowly circled in the third-floor parking lot.

Leibo's car was easy to find. That Chen found his F150 on the second basement floor, and Leibo's Domineering was parked next to him. Both cars drove out, and Leibo brought people out to karaoke today.

Nachen parked his car on the next floor, went back to the second floor with the iron rod, and squatted in the corner where Leibo's car could be clearly seen.

Lei Bo never waited for someone to drive the car out at the gate, he used to go to the parking lot to pick up the car by himself.

That Chen lit a cigarette, but held it in his hand but didn't smoke a single puff.

His hands were shaking, uncontrollably.

Fear, anger, sadness, he couldn't tell which emotion made him unable to think about anything now.

A long piece of soot burned out, and fell to the ground when the fingers trembled.

Nachen put out the cigarette butt and lit another one.

Time passed by, a few sporadic people came to pick up the car, but no one saw him squatting in the darkness and the dim fire in his hand.

When the fourth cigarette burned to the end, Nachen heard the footsteps of several people coming from the direction of the elevator.

He stood up, stretched his numb legs, and picked up the iron rod by his feet.

"Come and pick me up tomorrow afternoon," Lei Bo's voice came over, "I'll go to the store."

"Okay, I'll go get the car in the morning, it needs maintenance." Ge Jian replied.

"Well, and..." Lei Bo didn't finish his sentence, and the second half of the sentence was suppressed in his throat.

The black figure rushing out from the side corner stopped in front of Lei Bo before everyone could react, and then there was a dull impact sound, Lei Bo shook his shoulders and hit the body of the follower behind him.

Before the follower wanted to protect Lei Bo, the black shadow raised his hand again and slammed it down on Lei Bo's face.

"That Chen?" Lei Bo subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes.

Na Chen didn't speak, and the iron rod fell for the second time, hitting Lei Bo's arm hard.

He heard the crisp sound of bones breaking and Leibo gritting his teeth.

He failed to hit Lei Bo for the third time, and was caught by Ge Jian when the iron rod fell.

Ge Jian almost threw himself on him, put his arms around him and pushed back violently, whispering into his ear in a low voice: "Don't you want to live!"

Na Chen didn't make a sound, and ran towards Ge Jian silently, Ge Jian was knocked away by him, and retreated several steps in succession.

When he rushed over again, several of Lei Bo's subordinates had already stood in front of Lei Bo, and the one closest to Na Chen had already drawn out his knife. With a scream, the knife fell to the ground.

"Who the hell told you to use a knife! Fuck!" Lei Bo cursed.

This was the last sentence that Chen heard, after that all the voices disappeared from his ears, shouting, cursing, the wind from fists, chaotic footsteps... everything disappeared.

He swung out the iron rod fiercely, and his whole body was covered in pain with anger. Every punch, every kick, and every impact was the outlet of his anger.

No one has ever seen such a crazy Nachen, with blood-red eyes, eyes so cold that it makes people feel chills.

He didn't seem to feel the pain anymore. After being knocked down twice, he stood up and punched the people close to him hard without pausing, aiming at Leibo with a clear goal.

Two servants were knocked to the ground by him and did not get up for a long time.

Lei Bo grabbed his arm and backed away: "Hit me! Beat me to death!"

Fists and feet kept falling on Nachen, and the iron rod in his hand fell to the ground.

Ge Jian pushed away the two people who were beckoning to Na Chen fiercely, picked up the iron rod, raised his hand and slammed it on Na Chen's back.

Na Chen's movements paused, stopped, and then slowly fell to the ground.

A person rushed over and raised his foot to kick him in the stomach again. Ge Jian stopped in front of this person and gave him a hard look. The person was startled.

"Get in the car." Ge Jian turned his head and looked at Na Chen who was lying on the ground and stopped moving.

Several people came over and dragged Na Chen into the car, and threw it into the rear of Leibo's F150.

"Brother Lei, are you alright?" Ge Jian leaned in front of Lei Bo, turned his head and shouted again, "Come and give me a hand! I'm ashamed of you!"

Two followers ran over to help Lei Bo's arm, but Lei Bo raised his hand: "No need."

"Brother Lei, get in the car first." Ge Jian turned and walked to the side of the car, and opened the door.

"Ge Jian," Lei Bo bent down and picked up the iron rod thrown on the ground, and walked behind him, "You really... moved me."

Ge Jian turned his face, and the iron rod hit his ribs.

He bent down and knelt on the ground, covered his stomach with his hands, and gasped for a long time before making a sound: "Brother Lei..."

"How many times have I reminded you, don't play tricks in front of me," Lei Bo smiled, and got into the car, "Get in the car."

pain.

My whole body hurts like being torn apart.

It's cold.

That Chen has not felt cold for a long time, no, it has been a long time since he felt pain because of the cold.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and his ears were filled with the sound of whistling wind, whistling through his body.

"Are you awake?" Someone asked.

Na Chen slowly opened his eyes.

Surrounded by thick night fog, it was too dark to see anything.

Two beams of bright light came from directly in front of him, they were car lights.

His eyes ached in the glare of the light, and he raised his hand to block it, but the huge pain in his shoulder made him hang down his arm soon.

Leibo squatted in front of him, his hands wrapped in bandages.

"Xiao Chenchen," Lei Bo touched his face lightly, "It's the first time I've seen you so angry, open my eyes."

Na Chen didn't speak, just patted his hand away, panted for a few seconds, suddenly jumped up, and hit Lei Bo's face fiercely with his knee.

"I'll fuck you!" Lei Bo fell to the ground covering his face.

Two people ran over and grabbed Na Chen's arms and pulled him away. Lei Bo got up and kicked on his stomach.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, the dazzling lights disappeared, and turned into chaotic spots of light dancing in front of the black screen.

Lei Bo grabbed his collar: "Do you believe that I'm here to kill you tonight?"

"Whatever," Na Chen stared at him, and smiled, "whatever."

Lei Bo looked at him for a while, then laughed, took out a tissue and wiped his nosebleed: "I can't kill you, I'm not a gangster, we never do this kind of thing."

That Chen didn't speak, there was a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, his stomach was churning constantly, and the pain caused him to ooze thin beads of sweat against the cold wind.

"I wanted to test your reaction." Lei Bo's nosebleed lasted for a long time, he frowned, and pressed a tissue on his nose, "That Chen, I left you a way out, if I send the photos directly to In that student's home, the parents directly complained to the Education Bureau, that would be a good start, but..."

Lei Bo smiled, walked up to Nachen and stood one meter away: "I don't intend to do that, you let me... completely disappointed."

"You don't need to leave a way for me, neither the southeast nor the northwest," Na Chen stared at him panting, "I won't go to your side, not even a single step."

"I can see it," Lei Bo turned around with a smile, walked to the side of the car, and patted Ge Jian who had been standing by the station, "You also saw it a long time ago, right?"

Ge Jian lowered his head and said nothing, Lei Bo turned his head and looked at Na Chen: "I will play the last game today, after today, the relationship between us is settled."

Ge Jian raised his head abruptly, wanting to say something but didn't speak.

"Do you know where we are?" Lei Bo returned to Na Chen, "Look, are you familiar with this place?"

Na Chen stared at him, then slowly turned his head and looked around.

By the headlights of the car, he could see that they were on a bridge, and he could also see the part of the frozen river under the bridge.

He knew this place, and although he had never been here again, he recognized at a glance that this was the place where Leibo pulled him out of the axe.

"It started here, and it will end here," Lei Bo raised his chin, and dragged Na Chen to the railing of the bridge with two people. Lei Bo went over and pressed his head down, "You're afraid of water, aren't you?"

Chen's breathing suddenly tightened.

Been with Leibo for six years, and Leibo knows him well in some ways.

Yes.

He is afraid of water.

The icy river water wraps around the body, choking the breath, trying to struggle but unable to get rid of the suffocation and fear.

From the first time his mother threw him into the river, he had a deep fear of river water, especially in winter.

He can walk across the river and climb up the bridge, but he dare not look directly at the river, let alone approach it.

The uncontrollable panic and despair originating from the depths of his heart would make him breathless.

"Jump down, Nachen," Lei Bo waved his hand, and the two people holding Nachen backed away, "If you jump down, I'll pretend I've never seen you before."

Na Chen leaned against the railing, Lei Bo's words shook his whole body, and the strong fear that swept over him instantly surrounded him tightly, tightening slowly, making him dizzy for a while.

"How is it?" Lei Bo walked to him and touched his waist through his clothes, "This is the only chance."

Na Chen didn't speak, his hands were tightly gripping the railing, his legs could hardly support the weight of his body.

The river is not very deep, less than two meters.

But he is afraid.

Helplessness and despair pounded in his heart like crazy, extinguishing his anger bit by bit and squeezing away his strength bit by bit.

Lei Bo didn't speak any more, turned around and returned to the car.

"Brother Lei..." Ge Jian was still leaning on the car, "He can't swim."

"Then you jump down with him." Lei Bo lit a cigarette and said coldly.

Ge Jian was silent.

After Lei Bo finished smoking a cigarette, he glanced over to the bridge railing, and at that moment, he was frozen in place like a sculpture.

He sneered, opened the car door and got out of the car. A follower crouched over and said, "Brother Lei, are you going to throw him down? He's going to stand there all night..."

"Go throw it," Lei Bo glanced at him, "you jump together after throwing it."

The attendant didn't dare to speak any more and backed away.

Lei Bo looked down at his arm, adjusted the bandage slowly, and Ge Jian standing behind him suddenly shouted: "That Chen!"

Lei Bo raised his head quickly and saw Na Chen raised one leg and stepped onto the bridge railing.

Na Chen was panting, and after stepping on the bridge railing, he turned his head, looked at Lei Bo, raised his head and gave him a middle finger.

Lei Bo didn't move or speak.

Nachen smiled and closed his eyes. Without hesitation, he tilted his body to the side, rolled down the bridge railing, and disappeared from his sight.

There was a loud sound of water under the bridge.

Ge Jian rushed over, grabbed the railing and looked into the river: "That Chen!"

It was very dark under the bridge, and there was nothing to see except for the reflection of the water and the dots of light from the undissolved ice stubble.

Lei Bo stood where he was, staring at the bridge railing in a daze, and only after a long time did he say: "Let's go."

The car door was closed, and Ge Jian put his hands on the steering wheel without moving.

"Get out of the car if you want to," Leibo said.

Ge Jian hesitated for a moment, opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"Go and drive by yourself." Lei Bo looked out the window, and Ge Jian had already run towards the river beach under the bridge.

An He didn't know how long he had slept on the table in the coffee shop, and after waking up inexplicably, he found that there were no customers around.

Seeing that he was awake, the waiter ran over and smiled: "Sir, do you want to go back to rest? We are closing soon."

"Sorry." An He paid the bill, picked up the cup and took a sip.

cold again.

Walking out of the door of the coffee shop, An He stood by the street.

It was already late at night, there were no pedestrians, and after standing for a few minutes, only one car passed by.

An He walked slowly along the street, the wind was still so cold, it didn't take long for his whole body to become completely cold, and the breath he exhaled seemed to become heavy.

An He lowered his head, only the crushed ice on both sides of the road that had been trampled into black mud could tell that it was already spring.

An empty taxi slowed down beside him and honked its horn.

An He heard the sound of the trumpet, but did not stop, and continued to walk forward with his head bowed.

The taxi honked its horn twice more and sped away with a swish.

An He didn't want to leave, he wanted to sleep, he was sleepy, tired, and cold, but he couldn't stop, and walked forward numbly.

You keep running forward, running forward, and you can see the stars.

He didn't know why he suddenly remembered this sentence.