Dude, your wig fell off

An He's friend application was approved after a few minutes. He saw the wonderful name and sent him a smiley face.

Stir-fried lentils: that Chen?

Scared to death↙伱: who

Sautéed Lentils: Ankh

Scared ↘ to death↙伱: 涐yiゐ伱夿 嶐呺助ㄋ

An He was trying to type, but he stopped when he saw this string of words, feeling uncomfortable all over his body. He has an occupational disease, and when he saw this bible or irregular punctuation, he wanted to cut open the screen and change it. It took me a while to figure out what it was about.

Stir-fried lentils: can you change the font?

Scared to death: Why, this is not stupid enough

Stir-fried lentils: no, no, enough, too much, I can't bear it

Scared to death↙伱: Injury, please find someone to take you to the hospital

Stir-fried lentils: I don’t understand, when did you change the word, let’s talk again...

Scared to death↙弱: You are so boring, what's the matter?

Stir-fried lentils: If you are not as energetic as you are, there is nothing wrong, so I invite you to have a meal

Scared to death: 哘, let’s eat in the nearest restaurant, let’s cook.

Stir-fried lentils: Can you still do it!

Scared to death↙伱: What will you do?

Stir-fried lentils: no

An He is telling the truth, he doesn't know how to cook, he can boil water to make instant noodles or something.

When he was in elementary school, many classmates could help their parents cook a meal and soup, but he couldn't. He didn't even see his mother cook much.

When he was hungry, he would grab the mahjong table and say, "Mom, I'm hungry. Sometimes this can be exchanged for a few dollars to go out to buy food, and sometimes it can be exchanged for a slap. Whether it is money or a slap depends on what is on the mahjong table." win or lose.

But even if he knows how to cook, it is impossible for him to invite Na Chen to eat with him.

Scared to death↙伱: Then I will do it

Stir-fried lentils: ... Isn't this your treat again?

Scared to death↙伱: You buy materials

Stir-fried lentils: I don’t have cooking tools

Scared to death↙伱: Whoever said it was your place, come to me

Sautéed Lentils: Dorms?

Scared to Death↙You: Secret Base

An He was typing to ask about the secret base, and Nachen over there said something for you to see, and then sent a video request to come over.

An He didn't pick it up right away. He first looked down to see if he was disheveled, and then looked behind him to make sure there was nothing invisible behind him before clicking on the video.

After clicking on it, he didn't see what was going on at Na Chen's side for a long time. It was dark, with dark red and flickering light coming from the side. He took the earphones and put them on, just in time to hear Na Chen's voice: "Yes!" Not invisible."

"Yes." Anhe said.

"Wait for me to turn on the light." Na Chen said.

Two seconds later, it lit up and the picture became clear.

An He stared at Na Chen's bare upper body for a moment. Na Chen looked a little thin, but it was tight, and the lines looked very comfortable.

In the video, only his waist can be seen, and there are tattoos on his waist, but An He can't see what it is.

Na Chen's body made his throat tense for a moment, and after a while he asked, "Isn't it cold?"

"It's not cold," Nachen reached out and moved the camera to the side, "Did you see that?"

An He saw a small tin bucket, and there was a tongue of flame dancing in the bucket. The flame turned the whole picture into a warm golden red.

"You made a fire in the house like this..." An He realized that the background was not a regular room when he was halfway through the sentence, "Where do you live?"

The background captured by the camera is black, very rough, with some unevenness in many places, it looks like painted iron sheet, after Na Chen turned the camera back to face himself, An He saw the black wall behind him There are two guitars hanging on the wall, and there are some unclear paintings hanging on the wall in a mess. There are many colorful graffiti on the black wall.

There seems to be a bed in front of the wall, with quilts and clothes piled up, it looks like someone is still sleeping underneath, and there is an overturned music stand next to it.

"You'll know when you come." Na Chen smiled at the camera.

The smile was short, but the video froze for a while, and Nachen's smile was frozen in the frame for a few seconds.

An He's interest in him that had disappeared was aroused again, and it seemed to be a little menacing.

He leaned back on the chair, stretched his legs and looked at Na Chen's collarbone: "Are you wearing nothing?"

Na Chen narrowed his eyes and didn't make a sound, and after a while he lowered his voice and asked, "Want to see it?"

An He's nerves were hooked by these two words, and after Chen lowered his hoarse voice, he was full of temptation. An He felt that he must have done it on purpose.

"Whatever." An He smiled.

"Will you be disappointed if I wear pants?" Na Chen said calmly with no expression on his face. Before An He could reply, he suddenly pulled off his earphones and stood up.

An He didn't expect him to be so straightforward. Looking at the naked Nachen on the screen, he didn't recover for a long time.

After that Chen turned around and walked out of the video range, An He let out a sigh of relief. There was only a black chair with a strange shape on the screen. It looked like it was modified with some parts. There were a few cushions piled on it. Very enjoyable.

When An He was facing this chair and his mind was full of Na Chen's naked body, the thing that seemed to be a bed with piles of clothes and quilts against the wall moved.

An He was taken aback, thinking that his eyes were dazzled, before he could take a closer look, the pile moved again, and then saw a person sitting up under the pile of quilts and clothes.

"Damn." An He couldn't help but whispered, is this Chen's boyfriend?

The man sat up with a haircut that had turned into a killer while sleeping, and didn't move, just staring at the black wall full of graffiti in a daze.

After a while, Nachen swayed back to the camera, holding a can of beer in his hand, and had already put on a pair of loose hakama sweatpants.

"Is there anyone there?" An He asked, and at the same time, he also saw clearly that the tattoo on Chen's waist was a scorpion protruding from his waist to his lower abdomen. The tattoo was very delicate.

"Well," Na Chen took a sip of beer without looking back, "Haven't you heard him sing?"

The lead singer of Birdman?An He thought for a while, except for his good voice, he had no impression of that man's image at all.

"Ah... you sang very well," An He responded, "Why don't you do this first? Your friend is up..."

"Huh?" Na Chen put down the beer can and looked at it, "Don't worry about him, he was kicked out after arguing with his wife yesterday, and he will leave in a while."

An He breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but because the lead singer who suddenly came out from under the quilt clothes interrupted his chatting thoughts, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he didn't say anything, took out a cigarette and lit it .

The lead singer did not have any communication with Na Chen. After swaying around in silence for a few times, he put on his coat and left the video range. An He heard a bang from the earphones, which should have closed the door, but it didn't sound like it. He It is impossible to deduce what kind of space Nachen's "secret base" is.

Na Chen didn't want to go into details, but he knew it after he said it. An He felt that although his personality was a bit hard to describe, he was still a child in his bones, and a dilapidated house could be sold for a long time, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After making an appointment for a weekend meal, An He logged off and sat in front of the computer in a daze.

He felt that after he finished the video with Na Chen, he seemed to know the source of the loneliness that he had been unable to resolve for a long time.

Na Chen was the type he was interested in both in terms of appearance and body. After the video was turned off, he hadn't been able to clear Na Chen's naked body from his eyes for a long time.

This fucking is what I want to do.

An He sighed, put his legs on the table, and reached into his pants to feel it. The half-spirited state made him feel a little lost, so he picked up the mouse and clicked a few times, and opened a pieces.

The earphones were screaming vigorously, An He stared at the person on the screen, his hands in his pants did not move.Usually, even if the people in the movie call people too fake, they will still be excited by this panting and moaning tone, but today is different.

Suddenly feel very boring.

After looking at it for a while, the part that was about to raise its head fell down listlessly.

An He clicked his tongue, turned off the movie, took a bath and fell asleep.

After the New Year's Day holiday until now, many students can't get back their hearts, and they are still dying after one or two exams at the end of the semester.

When An He wandered around the classroom every afternoon, he could see that Lei was so sleepy on the table that he couldn't wake up, but he was relieved that although Zhang Lin was still a bit lazy, he never missed class again. The teacher in charge of the class reported that he has changed a lot.

"Thinking about winter vacation," An He propped up the podium with his hands, looking at the dying group of people below, "what can I think about, just twenty or so days off, half of the time is forced by my parents You have to clean up the house and buy new year’s goods, and then you have to pay New Year’s greetings. If you fail the exam, you will not be happy for the remaining half of the time.”

"Boss An, you really hurt people." A student said while lying down.

"Is this a blow? I'm just thinking about the days you have left." An He smiled, took a piece of chalk and pressed it on the podium, facing the third row, he hadn't woken up since he entered the classroom Hu Yu flicked past.

The chalk tip hit Hu Yu's nose accurately, and he jumped up from his seat, shouting, "Fuck!"

"The ambition is quite lofty," An He looked at him, "but if you continue to develop in your current state, this matter is just a dream."

The classroom was full of laughter, and Hu Yu sat down in a daze.

"I have never said anything serious to you. If you want face, I will give it to you." An He waited until there was no more laughter, and then continued, "But I also want face, and you have to give me face. Don't look at me. Smiling at you all day long, I think I can still smile like that when you are counting down the grades."

An He withdrew the smile on his face: "From tomorrow onwards, I'm going to hear from another teacher that some people are distracted and talking in their dreams. I'll tell you not to talk about this winter vacation, and don't think about it in the next summer vacation. If you don't believe me, just try it." try."

When walking out of the classroom, the phone rang, An He took it out and looked, it was my mother's phone.

The number of times my mother called him throughout the year was not enough to add up to five times. Under normal circumstances, she would only ask him to go back to help when there was work to do.

"Mom." An He answered the phone.

"Did your dad call you?" There was still the sound of mahjong on the mother's side.

"No."

"Your aunt Zhang said that her daughter-in-law saw your father on the street!" Mom raised her voice, "Your father is back!"

"Which Aunt Zhang?" An He frowned. Compared with his mother, his father was more like an expert who traveled all over the world. Let alone the phone, he never saw anyone once a year.

"Which Aunt Zhang do you care about! I said your dad won't go home after he comes back! He's still shopping with a woman in his arms!" My mother shouted, and suddenly burst into tears, crying very sadly while rubbing mahjong, " You said what is the use of me raising a son like you! I have never seen you feel sorry for your mother! White-eyed wolf!"

There was another woman's voice on the phone: "An He! You are too. I haven't seen you for several months and came back to see your mother. You shouldn't do this..."

An He didn't make a sound, and hung up the phone directly, feeling irritated for a while.

The phone rang again, but An He didn't answer it, and pressed mute.

After returning to the office to pick up his things, he drove home.

Just arrived on the fourth floor, before reaching the door of my house, I heard the familiar sound of mahjong in the corridor.

This voice will make him unable to hold back his anger, but this is his home, the biggest symbol of this voice's home.

"Yo, An He is back," the neighbor's aunt came out of the house, stretched out her hand and tugged at his sleeve, and asked with a look of excitement on her face, "Is your dad back? Didn't he go home?"

"Your lunch is salty." An He turned and walked to his home.

"Huh?" The aunt was taken aback.

"Drink more water if you have time to worry about it."

The aunt yelled at the ground, cursed in a low voice and went back to the house.

When An He pushed open the door, the sound of mahjong in the room stopped suddenly, and the people beside the two mahjong tables in the room looked at him.

Mom looked up and shouted: "You are still willing to come back! Just like your father, don't go home!"

"Have you eaten yet?" An He didn't answer her, walked to the kitchen door and took a look in. There was a cold pot and a cold stove, and the trash can was full of fast food boxes.

"Your mother is still in the mood to eat," a woman said, "Your son is..."

"Do you know me?" An He looked back at her.

"Yo, I can't say a word about you for your mother if I don't know you." The woman was a little embarrassed.

"If you don't know me, you know that my son is not good enough?" An He didn't save face for her. He didn't have a good impression of his mother and other poker players, and when he saw the smoky room, he burst into flames.

Mom put down the cards in her hand, asked someone to play for her, and pulled Angel into the back room.

"Don't get angry at my friend as soon as you come back!" Mom said very unhappy after closing the door of the back room.

"Let's take you out for a meal." An He frowned and looked at his mother, who was considered a beautiful woman, but she played cards all night long, and she was very listless with a sallow face. "How much do you eat?" Is there a box lunch?"

"What do you eat if you don't eat a box lunch?" Mom gave him a blank look, sat on the bed, took out a cigarette and lit it, "Anyway, no one cares about me now. Dad won't go home when he comes back, and neither will you!"

"Why do you want my dad to come back? It's just this room, and you'll get into a fight when you come back." An He looked out the window. It's normal for his dad not to go home. There was almost no such dad in his childhood memory. If he came back suddenly That's the magic thing.

"If he doesn't come back, he won't come back! But he still took a woman shopping!" Mom stood up and opened the door and shouted outside, "Hey, play your cards and think about it!"

"You don't think he's been alone for so many years, do you?" An He has never asked about his parents, but he has met his father more than once on the street, and the women around him are not the same.

"Forget it, I don't depend on him to support me! Let's just do it!" Mom stood up and waved her hands, eager to go out to play cards.

An He originally wanted to take her out for a meal, but seeing her posture, she dismissed the idea, stood in the room for a while, listened to the mahjong sound for a while, and then walked out.

"Let's go." An He said something to his mother, put on his coat and prepared to open the door.

"Well," my mother stared at the cards, "hey——I lost a day——"

An He stopped, took out her wallet, took out all the big tickets inside and put them in her hand, opened the door and went out.

My mother is not short of money. When he bought a house, my mother gave some subsidies because she was in a good mood. The family has a small building in an urban village, all of which are rented out. My mother hired an administrator to watch over it, and she sits at home to collect the rent every month. But every time I see An He, I still ask for money.

An He has no objection, he can't find any other way to show his filial piety besides giving money.

After going out and sitting in the car, An He lost his appetite for dinner. Every time he went home, he was like this. He wondered if his mother would just play mahjong for the rest of his life. In such a situation, his mood will fall to the bottom, and he will not be able to climb up in two or three days.

He lit a cigarette, smoked it slowly in the car, and drove aimlessly around the city.

After walking around for two or three hours, he turned back to his home street, parked his car on the side of the road, and walked into a noodle shop.

It's been a long time since I came here to eat noodles. When I was a child, I asked my mother for money. He usually came here to eat a bowl of noodles, and then walked along the street. He was too tired to walk before returning home.

Halfway through eating the noodles, the phone rang. He slowly took out the phone and looked at it. It was that day, but the number still showed a wig, and he had forgotten to change it.

"Big Qi." An He answered the phone.

Na Chen was taken aback for a moment before he said: "Da Qi, your grandma."

"What's the matter, isn't the appointment tomorrow?" An He looked at the date on the phone to make sure he remembered the date of dinner correctly.

"Where are you, I'll pick you up," Nachen said, "Go to Yege."

An He didn't make a sound, he was actually quite willing to go to the bar to hang out when he was free, and go back to sleep with a numb head in the middle of the night, and felt like he was reborn the next day.

But today he was not in the mood, he didn't bother to open his mouth when eating noodles, and he was in a discouraged state.

"No, I'll just go over and find you for dinner tomorrow." He leaned back in his chair and said.

"If you don't come now, why don't you go tomorrow," Na Chen's tone was very rude, "If you want to play, play all night until tomorrow, or don't go."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

An He is holding the phone, this person is just like Lin Ruoxue.

After eating the noodles, he stood by the street, the north wind was blowing a bit inhumanely, An He looked at his own shadow elongated by the street lamps, his hair swayed like a torch in the wind.

When he opened the door and got in the car, that indelible feeling of loneliness surged up again. An He stared at the steering wheel in a daze for a while, took out his cell phone, and dialed Na Chen's number.

"What time?" he asked.