Dude, your wig fell off

It was very quiet all around, only the panting of two people in the carriage could be heard one after another.

An He was lying on the back of the car seat, while Na Chen was still pressing on his back, his fingers were gently scratching his waist, and his breath tickled his neck.

"Uncle An," Na Chen licked his earlobe, "is it cool?"

"Can you get up first?" An He sighed and moved his arms, "I'm about to be overwhelmed by you."

"I don't want to move." Na Chen rubbed against his back, and lay still on his stomach again.

"Then can we lift up our trousers first?" An He was very helpless, "Although it's getting warmer, it's cold when the night wind blows, and someone will pass by... Our buttocks are too conspicuous by the car door. "

That Chen smiled on his back for a long time, slowly straightened up, helped him pull up his trousers, lowered his head to straighten his own trousers: "There is no sentimentality at all, isn't this done, I have to appease you, pull It's not my style to shoot and go."

"...Thank you," An He said while buttoning the buttons, "I will comfort you after I collect the bill, little Daisy."

"Where are you going?" After packing up, Nachen jumped into the driver's seat and turned the steering wheel to ask An He.

"Are you driving?" An He walked around to the co-pilot and got into the car, "Go back to sleep, it's not the weekend, and you have to go to work tomorrow."

"Shall I go to your place? I'll stay overnight and go to the funeral home from your place." Nachen started the car.

"Well," An He touched his face, "Where are you doing an internship now?"

Nachen nodded: "Help with odd jobs, learn while practicing, there are many rules."

"Can you get used to it, will you be afraid?" Na Chen, who was wearing black clothes and holding a black umbrella, was quite handsome in front of An He's eyes.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm still on duty alone at night, 20 meters away from the mortuary," Na Chen smiled. "There are also girls who are doing beauty treatment on the body next door. If you are afraid, they are also afraid."

"Then..." Speaking of this, An He glanced at him, but still didn't say anything.

"Your grandfather will also tidy up, they are very careful, don't worry." Na Chen turned the car onto the Fourth Ring Road.

An He smiled, and leaned against the car window to look at Na Chen's side face by the light of the street lamp. He hadn't seen him in a few months. I don't know if it was because of the influence of the working environment, Na Chen seemed to have calmed down a lot.

However, the calmness probably depends on the occasion. As soon as he returned to Anhe's place and entered the door, Chen's calmness was gone.

First, he bounced back and forth on the sofa for a few rounds, then ran into the bedroom and rolled on the bed a few times, and finally ran into the kitchen.

When An He changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom, Na Chen held up a pot and stood in the kitchen to cheer at him: "Master An, is this the testimony of your rapid improvement in cooking skills?"

"What's the matter, I didn't have time to wash the pot. If you are too energetic, you will be tired and help me wash it." An He poured a cup of hot water and took a sip.

"Is this still clean? Throw it away, you must have been stuck at least three times," Na Chen poked the black bottom of the pot, "I can't even brush it off."

An He sighed: "I want to fry some shredded potatoes, so I grated three potatoes and put them in. There was probably only one left when it came out of the pan."

"Fried shredded potatoes can be made into paste like this," Na Chen put the pot aside, "Besides, shredded potatoes can't be shaved, they have to be cut..."

"Pull it down, I've been planing for half an hour. If I want to cut it, I don't feel like I need to sleep." An He went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower. "What's for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Eat me." Na Chen patted his crotch without thinking.

"Damn." An He closed the bathroom door, and Nachen leaned against the door outside and laughed for a long time.

An He didn't take a bath today, so he went back to the house after taking a shower. He lay on the bed and took his mobile phone to call his mother, but after thinking about it, he hung up again and sent a text message.

Mom replied two words and fell asleep.

An He put the phone aside, leaned on his arm and looked at the lights on the ceiling.

Every night before going to bed, he would stare at the light for a while, thinking nothing of it, just staring blankly.

His mind is full today, but this feeling of fullness makes him feel comfortable, and his whole body is relaxed and soft.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Na Chen came in with a bath towel around his waist and wet hair.

With a beautiful body line and a face covered with drops of water, An He likes to see Na Chen like this. He clapped his hands, lay on the bed and opened his arms to Na Chen: "Come and give me a hug."

Nachen pushed back the hair on his forehead, stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly tore off the bath towel around his waist, and jumped over naked in two steps.

Before An He could dodge, he jumped up and threw himself on An He, kissed An He resoundingly on the face, and shouted: "Master!"

"Get down!" An He yelled under his breath, "Spit out your face, Yayuan, believe it or not!"

Nachen smiled and slid down from him and got into the quilt, put his arms around him, and touched his stomach: "You said that you usually look at a teacher who is quite stylish, how can you always say such disgusting words?" What about it?"

"Look at who it is," An He reached out to turn off the light, and put his legs on Na Chen's legs, "Aren't you going to dry your hair? You have a cold."

"It's okay, once in a while, I'm too lazy to move," Na Chen hugged him tightly, "I want to be next to you right now."

"Go to sleep, good night." An He squeezed his hand.

"Good night," Na Chen put his chin on his shoulder and closed his eyes, "good night."

This sleep was so deep that An He's biological clock was out of order, and that Chen took his arm and dragged him to sit on the bed, and then he opened his eyes and asked, "What time is it? "

"06:30," Na Chen opened his closet, "Which dress are you wearing?"

"It's all the same, just bring any shirt." An He stretched his waist and got out of bed, took two steps towards the door of the bedroom and then stepped back, pinched Na Chen's chin and kissed the tip of his nose before turning around to wash up up.

"Take me to the bus stop later." Na Chen followed to the door of the bathroom and said.

"Well," An He brushed his teeth, and said vaguely with toothpaste froth, "Do you drive your three-wheeler to work now?"

"No." Na Chen shook his head.

"Then you have been taking the bus?" An He asked again after spitting, An He's house is not close to the funeral parlor, and it would take an hour to take the bus without traffic jams.

"I bought a battery," Na Chen snapped his fingers, "low-carbon and environmentally friendly."

An He was stunned for a while, unable to imagine the effect of replacing the Bombardier under Chen's crotch with a small battery, but wanted to laugh: "I'll take a look someday."

"Okay, I can still take you around."

"I'll just take a look. The two of us weigh almost [-] catties. I'm afraid that its small wheels won't be able to carry that thing."

An He sat at the table and waited for Na Chen to serve him breakfast. It was the first time in several months that he sat and waited so calmly, and it felt wonderful.

"I got up late today too," Na Chen brought out the breakfast and put it on the table, "You only have potatoes in the refrigerator, so let's make do with it."

A plate of potato shreds, a pot of minced meat porridge, and steamed buns, it looks simple, but An He will be hungry when he smells it.

This is the gap between a full-level culinary skill and a master chef...

An He cleaned up three bowls of porridge and two steamed buns, and in the end he dipped the steamed buns into the soup in the dish of shredded potatoes and ate it up.

"When you come back in the afternoon, stop by the supermarket to buy flour. I'll come over to make shortbread for you after get off work. If you want low-gluten flour, just tell the people in the supermarket to make shortbread." Na Chen quickly cleaned up the dishes , and confessed to him while putting on his coat.

"Well, what else do you want?" An He nodded, and felt a sense of "living life" for a moment.

"Sweet sugar, if you want to eat something with stuffing, you can buy stuffing, mung bean, red bean and coconut paste, choose by yourself," Na Chen whistled, "I'll show you what shortbread is."

An He smiled and opened the door and walked out. Na Chen followed behind him, and suddenly lowered his voice when entering the elevator: "Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Well, what?" An He pressed the elevator button.

"I'm going to see my mother in the fifth hospital tomorrow," Na Chen looked at the elevator door, "Are you...going?"

"Okay, what time?" An He remembered that when he accompanied Na Chen to the Fifth Hospital last time, Na Chen seemed unwilling to let him see his mother.

"What time is it in the morning? I'll pick you up?" Na Chen looked very happy.

An He smiled and looked at him with folded arms: "It's too fake, will you go back after making the shortbread at night?"

"I won't leave even if I'm killed," Na Chen laughed, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Master An, you really understand me."

An He only had one class today. He was sitting in the office drinking tea and listening to his colleagues chatting nonsense. After a short chat, Teacher Yang, who hadn’t participated in it all this time, suddenly turned around and said to him: "Teacher An still Don't have a girlfriend?"

An He didn't expect that Mr. Yang, who was always serious and always thought he was too casual with his students, would suddenly ask him such a question, and he was taken aback before answering: "...No."

"You're not too young, are you 28 or 29?" Teacher Yang looked at him, "My neighbor's daughter just graduated from graduate school..."

An He looked at her, not sure what Teacher Yang meant. Seeing Cheng Yu standing behind Teacher Yang and waving at him, he quickly interrupted Teacher Yang: "I'm not in a hurry, thank you, I... ...I'll wait two years to talk about it."

Teacher Yang wanted to say something else, when the preparation bell rang, she stood up and said, "Oh, I'm going to class first."

Watching her walk out of the office, An He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Cheng Yu: "Why is Teacher Yang so enthusiastic all of a sudden?"

"Don't mention it, just her neighbor girl, she has been introduced to our school's unmarried male teachers all over the place," Cheng Yu said in a low voice, "At the beginning, she was introduced to the newcomer in the math group, Mr. Zheng, who is a newcomer. Teacher, I must save face. I went to see him and ran away in half an hour. The girl said that she was quantum physics, and gave him a half-hour class very seriously... Hey Anhe, what do you like? Among my classmates Shall I show you a few?"

"Give me a break," An He said, a little dizzy, and quickly changed the subject, "Why don't I pick you up among my classmates first, are you 27?"

"Can you chat! Hey..." Cheng Yu let out a long sigh, turned around and began to complain to other colleagues that her classmates and children could recite Mulan's resignation, and she was still unaccounted for.

An He fled the office with the cup in his hand, and went to the consultation room on the fifth floor to stay.

Today is quite free, there are few classes, and no students came to the consulting room to take out the trash in the afternoon. Only Zhang Lin ran over during the last class. After entering the room and closing the door, he touched a cigarette and lit it.

"Hey!" An He slapped him on the hand, "You really don't see the outside world, are you hiding from me to smoke?"

"I'm broken in love! Mr. An, do you have any sympathy!" Zhang Lin shouted, rubbing his hands.

"Broken love? Who are you in love with? You will be broken in love..." An He took the cigarette from his hand and pressed it out.

"Xu Jingyao formally rejected me, saying with great authority that I'm stinky and shameless." Zhang Lin sat on the sofa with a painful expression on his face, "Mr. An, do you think I'm particularly miserable?"

"She's right, you are shameless," An He held back a smile, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable! Why is it not uncomfortable! I dare to smoke in front of you and you say I am uncomfortable!" Zhang Lin frowned.

"You are addicted to cigarettes," An He poured a glass and handed it to him, "At most, you think that according to the development law in novels and movies, at this moment, the hero should smoke deeply all night and then stare at the cigarette butts." Broken into a hundred pieces..."

"Boss An," Zhang Lin made him laugh, "Why are you doing this?"

"I was right."

"But it's pretty depressing, isn't it?"

"It's depressing. After working hard for two semesters, I'm still being threatened by others. It's too embarrassing." An He sat down beside him, "Can you keep your energy, you should work hard Even if it is Xu Jingyao, what else do you have besides working hard? Is there anything about you worthy of nodding?"

Zhang Lin glanced at him, but didn't speak. After a while, he whispered, "It's really shocking."

"Anyway, you have a strong ability to withstand blows," An He smiled, "Is there anything else, go back to the classroom and stay if you have nothing to do."

"Boss An," Zhang Lin said without moving, "You are in a good mood today, I haven't seen you like this for a long time."

"It's pretty good," An He took a sip of water from the cup, "Aren't you convinced?"

"Is it because the relationship is going well?" Zhang Lin stared at him, "It's like you when you have a good relationship."

An He smiled and said nothing.

"Is it... the man I saw last time? Xu... Forget it, I don't want to ask," Zhang Lin stood up, and picked up the cigarette that An He had pressed out, "I'll just return this one. I live up to this virtue."

"Don't hide from the toilet." An He looked at him.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Lin ran out of the office in a hurry.

An He stretched and leaned on the sofa.

The mood was indeed good, so good that he wasn't even nervous because of Zhang Lin's guess.

Or...he no longer cared as much as before.

Some things are loosening up a little bit, no longer tightly restricting him, making him take every step cautiously and cautiously.

Only when you untie yourself can you untie others.

Only by facing yourself calmly can you face everything calmly.

An He knocked on the cup, and his ideological realm really got higher and higher.

Before he got off work, he went around the class. Zhang Lin, who was suffering from a broken relationship and needed to smoke in front of the class teacher, was fighting landlords on the table with the back seat. When he saw him standing outside the window, several people put the books on the board together Guy bowed his head and didn't move.

"Do you know why there are traffic rules? It's not to fine you, nor is it to make you fight the police and surveillance electronic dogs, it's to keep you alive," An He stood at the back door, "Use what you use to follow Think about the little IQ of my tricks."

When he turned around and walked downstairs, the phone rang, An He took it out and took a look, it was a text message from Nachen.

Flour flour flour flour flour flour don't forget.

He smiled, and poked a page on the screen, I know I know I know I know I can't forget it.

An He bought flour from the supermarket, and after a long time of picking, he bought a pack of coconut flakes. He likes to eat coconut flakes. When he was a child, he could grit his teeth and get his mother to slap him for money just to buy a coconut flake bread.

Thinking of his mother, he sighed. Grandpa's cremation will be on Monday next week. The second aunt checked the calendar and set it. In the current state of my mother, I don't know if she will go.

He opened the flour bag, grabbed a small handful of flour, put it in a bowl, added some water, kneaded it into a ball, and kneaded it with his hands, trying to make a shape, but after tossing for 10 minutes, it was still a ball.

Just sighing, Nachen called: "Come to the window!"

"Why? Are you here?" An He went to the window and opened the curtains.

"Don't you want to see my handsome battery car, have you seen it?" Na Chen said.

An He looked down, the sky had already darkened, and he could only see Na Chen straddling a white car and looking up, he waved his hand: "White?"

"Well, showy?" Na Chen said with a smile.

"I can't see clearly."

"Wait," Na Chen lowered his head.

An He saw a flash of fire in Na Chen's hand, and then a ball of golden light flashed out, jumping out sparks.

"Damn!" An He was stunned, "Where did you get the fireworks?"

"I bought it during the Chinese New Year but didn't let it go," Na Chen raised his hand and circled the fireworks, "An He."

"Ok?"

"I love you."

An He lost his voice, staring at the golden light suddenly felt his eyes became hot and his nose was sore.

"Why don't you talk? Are you crying?" Na Chen asked with a smile, and started to use fireworks to fly in the air.

An He couldn't see the trajectory of the light clearly, but when Na Chen drew the first stroke, he saw it was an L, and he knew what it was without looking later.

He took a breath and said softly, "I love you."